nyslfriends Chapter 100 Slaying All Evil Spirits Under Heaven
Chapter 100 Slaying All Evil Spirits Under Heaven
Chapter 101 Slaying All Evil Spirits Under Heaven
"Here you are!" Li Ping responded. "Brother Lin, the situation is urgent, I have to go now."
"Alright, Brother Li, take care!" Lin Qing cupped his hands in greeting.
In just a few breaths, the group of exorcism team members had vanished without a trace.
"The exorcism team's officers are too busy," Wei Dong remarked from the side.
"Yes, luckily Brother Wei Dong and Brother Lin Qing were both assigned to the corpse collection team, otherwise people would have been worried to death," Lin Shurou said with a smile.
"Haha, Lin Daiyu is so considerate." Wei Dong laughed again.
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A moment later, the door of Chen's School was kicked open.
Song Heilong, wearing a plain white mask and followed by a large group of men in black, barged into the courtyard.
The people in the school were immediately alerted. An old man rushed out of the house. He was the school's lecturer, Master Chen, followed by a dozen or so children of varying ages, the oldest being no more than thirteen and the youngest no more than six.
These children were all dressed in tattered clothes, some of them didn't even have a pair of straw sandals. They were all poor people who couldn't afford to go to school.
Master Chen retired from the capital and returned to his hometown. Seeing the plight of these children, he set up a school there, not to make money, but to do good deeds and give the children an opportunity to broaden their horizons and increase their knowledge.
At that moment, when Master Chen saw the plain white mask, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
During this time, a rumor circulated in the prefectural city that a person wearing a plain white mask was a demon walking among humans, who killed people without hesitation, was ruthless and vicious, and even specialized in snatching children.
Countless people have suffered as a result, and countless children have mysteriously disappeared.
At this moment, a dozen or so constables rushed out of another room next door and immediately drew their swords to block Master Chen and the others.
"Master, hurry and go! I'll stop them!"
These people were specially placed here by the Soul Suppression Division to protect Master Chen and others, because the school had children, making it a prime target for the Yin Yuan Sect.
Originally, there were three teams of constables here, each with twelve men.
Just now, the nearby Red Leaf Tower was suddenly attacked, and two teams of constables were temporarily transferred away, which greatly reduced the defense strength. Unexpectedly, no sooner had those two teams of constables left than the people from the Yin Yuan Sect came to the door. In an instant, the situation became extremely dangerous.
"Hurry up!" Master Chen didn't hesitate and led more than a dozen children to run towards the back door.
"Trying to leave? Die, all of you!" Song Heilong charged forward with his sword.
In an instant, the two groups were locked in combat, swords flashing and blood flying everywhere.
In just three moves, the leading constable was beheaded by Song Heilong with a single stroke.
In an instant, the morale of the remaining constables collapsed, and they scattered and fled.
"Chase!
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Song Heilong was ruthless. He charged forward with his knife, killing four constables in a short time.
"Set it on fire!" Song Heilong sheathed his sword, his plain white mask splattered with the blood of the constables, like a few scarlet flowers, adding to his fierce appearance.
"Yes, sir!"
Several men in black appeared from behind and poured a large amount of flammable oil onto several nearby wooden houses. This oil was extremely fierce, igniting instantly upon contact with fire and remaining inextinguishable by water. It was also extremely hot, capable of melting gold and iron. Even the corpses of martial artists at the True Qi and True Yuan realms could not withstand it and would be burned to ashes in an instant.
Song Heilong then used his lightness skill to quickly chase after Chen Fuzi and the others in the direction they had fled.
In just over ten breaths, Master Chen and his group were blocked by Song Heilong, who descended from the sky.
Master Chen turned pale with fright, and the group of children behind him trembled with fear.
"Master, what should we do?"
Master Chen tried to calm himself down, patted the shoulder of the youngest child beside him, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Master is here."
Song Heilong slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the dozen or so children, and said coldly, "Not bad, the Devouring Spirit Demon will definitely like you."
Madam Chen took a deep breath, trying to overcome her fear, and pleaded, "These children come from poor families and have never done anything immoral. Please, sir, spare them. If you want to take people back to worship the evil spirits, then take me with you."
"You old codger, what value do you have?" Song Heilong sneered, suddenly drawing his sidearm.
"What goes around comes around. Your actions are so cruel and utterly devoid of conscience. You will surely be punished in the future!" Master Chen cursed.
Suddenly, Song Heilong's figure flashed, and he rushed in front of Master Chen. With a flash of light, Master Chen's angry shouts stopped abruptly, and a head rolled to the ground.
"Master!" the oldest child shouted, his eyes filled with hatred and anger. In their eyes, the Master was not a father, but he was more than a father. When they couldn't even get a bite to eat, it was the Master who cooked rice porridge for them. It was also the Master who took them in at the school in the cold winter. Otherwise, they would have frozen and starved to death long ago.
The tragic death of such a beloved and respected benefactor before their eyes had a devastating impact on the hearts of all the children. The younger ones, whose hearts were already fragile, were stunned into silence, while the older ones were suddenly replaced by anger and hatred by fear.
"I'll fight you to the death!" The boy gritted his teeth and lunged at Song Heilong.
With another slash, the boy's head rolled to the ground.
"Kneel down, or this is what will happen to this little beast!" Song Heilong shouted sternly.
The remaining children and teenagers, completely blinded, all knelt down on the ground.
At that moment, footsteps came from the alley entrance; it was the group of black-clad warriors.
"Sir, several wooden buildings of the Chen Family School have been set ablaze!" the leader reported.
Song Heilong glanced over and saw a column of black smoke shooting into the sky from the direction of the school.
His gaze was icy as he swept over the dozen or so trembling children, showing no pity whatsoever.
Master Chen's words had a momentary impact on him, causing him to waver for a fleeting instant in his resolve. However, this wavering was quickly replaced by a firm conviction.
"Good and evil are illusions; only the power you hold in your hands is real. Slaughtering one person is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand makes you a king. Blame it on your weakness. Take him away!" Song Heilong sheathed his sword.
"yes!"
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Half an hour later, Wang Ling, carrying a long sword and dressed in white, stood in front of the former gate of Chen's School, which was now a ruin.
"My lord, we are incompetent. Master Chen has been killed, and many children have been taken away!" Behind him, a burly man in black, carrying a huge spiked club, lowered his head, his eyes filled with regret.
He was twice as tall as the others standing behind him, like a little giant. He was one of the body-collecting team members, named Tu Jiuqian.
Due to the recent crisis, the Yin Yuan Sect's demons have been attacking everywhere. Even though a large number of new constables have been recruited this year, the exorcism team often faces a shortage of manpower. Therefore, Wang Ling draws manpower from the corpse collection team, the night patrol team, and even the Yin Yang Division and the Jing Ming Division. Tu Jiuqian is one such example.
"This is not your fault, the responsibility lies with me. Let's go. One day, I will wield my sword and slay all the evil spirits and demons under heaven!" Wang Ling turned and left, his figure appearing somewhat lonely in the misty rain.
Tu Jiuqian and the others watched his retreating figure, looked at the ruins before them, and recalled the story of Wang Ling. Suddenly, they understood why Wang Ling had been so ruthless in his treatment of the Yin Yuan Sect demons—because they truly deserved to die.