In Kowloon Central Park, Uncle Ying understood as Ling Feng revealed the hilt of his sword.
"So you're carrying a sword on your back. I thought it was something else that could scare away this thing. Your item is no ordinary one."
"Could it be a high-grade magical artifact?"
High-grade magical artifact?
Fen Ji was far more powerful than that.
"A bit more powerful than a magical artifact."
Ling Feng pulled back the cloth, revealing Fen Ji's full appearance. The blood-red blade emanated a seductive, crimson glow under the streetlights.
Uncle Ying grabbed his peach wood sword, affixed a few exorcism talismans, and hung his copper coin sword at his waist, ready for a fight.
Vermilion ink alone wouldn't be enough to stop the entity before them.
"Jie jie jie!!!"
Suddenly, the streetlights flickered, and two female ghosts materialized about two meters in front of them. They shrieked and lunged forward.
"One each!"
The brave win in a narrow path!
So what if they were the Red and White Shuang Sha? They weren't unbeatable!
Ling Feng and Uncle Ying charged forward simultaneously, hacking.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The two female ghosts used their umbrellas as weapons.
Ling Feng faced the white umbrella ghost. After parrying her umbrella with a slash of his sword,
Ling Feng grabbed a handful of yellow talismans and slapped them towards the ghost's chest.
Though they were ordinary yellow talismans, quantity could lead to a qualitative change!
"Whoosh..."
Ling Feng's palm struck empty air.
The white umbrella ghost, at the last moment, retreated into her umbrella and reappeared to Ling Feng's right, her hand lunging towards his chest.
The instant the white umbrella ghost vanished, Ling Feng knew the umbrella was her true form.
With a twist of his wrist, he met the white umbrella ghost's claw.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle...
"Aah!!!"
The white umbrella ghost hadn't expected Ling Feng to react so quickly. Her hand sizzled from the talismans. She quickly retreated.
Ling Feng immediately pressed his attack.
Meanwhile, Uncle Ying's martial skills, honed over decades of filmmaking, were extraordinary.
His peach wood sword continuously struck the red umbrella ghost. The red umbrella ghost, rather than confronting him directly, continuously used her umbrella to shift her position.
Seeing this, Uncle Ying quickly devised a counter-strategy. The moment the red umbrella ghost disappeared, he activated his talismans, flinging a large number of yellow talismans towards her.
"Aah!!!"
The yellow talismans stuck to the red umbrella ghost, causing her to scream in pain as sharp cries spread like ultrasonic waves.
Ling Feng, who was "friendly exchanging blows" with the white umbrella ghost, was also affected.
He clutched his ears, his head throbbing with pain.
"Aah!"
The white umbrella ghost seized the opportunity and unleashed a "Black Tiger Steals the Heart" attack.
"Hah!"
Ling Feng roared, enduring the pain. He gripped his sword with both hands and slashed at the white umbrella ghost.
The white umbrella ghost, unable to dodge this counter-attack, had one of her arms severed.
Uncle Ying, enduring the pain, took out a spiritual talisman and chanted an incantation.
"Urgent as the law, decree!"
He threw the talisman, which flew directly towards the red umbrella ghost.
"Aah!!!"
The talisman adhered to the red umbrella ghost, and a sizzling sound erupted as a large amount of white mist rose.
The piercing cries ceased.
Uncle Ying seized the moment, affixed a few spiritual talismans to his peach wood sword, and slashed at the red umbrella ghost.
The white umbrella ghost tried to rescue the red umbrella ghost but was intercepted by Ling Feng, whose sword struck her umbrella to the ground. Over a dozen ghost-suppressing talismans were then plastered onto her belly.
"Aah!"
The white umbrella ghost cried out in pain and was sent flying backward.
On the other side, the red umbrella ghost, sensing mortal danger, dodged the peach wood sword and clawed at Uncle Ying's right forearm.
"Hiss... Decree!"
Uncle Ying exclaimed softly, and the peach wood sword swiftly reversed its tip, plunging into the red umbrella ghost's chest.
Sizzle sizzle!
"Aaaah!"
The power of the spiritual talismans directly annihilated the red umbrella ghost.
"Whoosh..."
Uncle Ying breathed a sigh of relief and applied some glutinous rice to his injured arm for disinfection.
Meanwhile, Ling Feng severed the white umbrella ghost's umbrella with his sword. Struck by a powerful blow, the white umbrella ghost screamed in agony and her spirit dissipated.
Ling Feng sheathed Fen Ji and ran towards Uncle Ying.
"Uncle Ying, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Uncle Ying shook his head.
"Here."
Ling Feng offered a healing pill to Uncle Ying. Uncle Ying looked at the familiar pill with surprise.
"You still have this medicine?"
"This one isn't as potent as the previous one; it's for treating injuries. Tonight is just beginning, and getting hurt would be detrimental to the later battles."
Uncle Ying understood and took the pill from Ling Feng, swallowing it in one gulp. It melted in his mouth instantly.
Uncle Ying felt a warmth spread through his right arm, and the torn skin had already healed.
Ling Feng glanced at the time on his watch. It was only midnight.
This meant there were still six hours left.
The night was still young.
The two of them leaned against stone chairs, drinking water and eating to restore their energy.
During their rest, they encountered two groups of minor spirits, who were stopped by the vermilion ink as before.
It wasn't until three in the morning.
Thump!
Thump!
Ling Feng and Uncle Ying snapped awake at the sound.
They listened intently. The thumping sound was clear and steady, and it was steadily approaching them.
"This... is a zombie!"
"How can there be zombies in the city?"
Uncle Ying exclaimed. He was all too familiar with the sound. He quickly grabbed his peach wood sword, talismans, and glutinous rice.
"I don't know."
Ling Feng was equally bewildered. He drew Fen Ji, pinpointing the zombie's location.
Who knew why zombies suddenly appeared in the city?
If there were zombies in the city, many people would have died by now.
It was as if these creatures had a pact, appearing just two days ago.
Before that, everything had been peaceful and calm. Zombies and ghosts seemed non-existent.
Bounce!
Bounce!
Bounce!
The sounds grew closer, and the two men located the zombie's direction by ear.
In their line of sight, the streetlight at a nearby corner suddenly revealed a figure in Qing Dynasty official attire hopping.
"It's a Qing Dynasty zombie!"
Uncle Ying was surprised.
The zombie seemed to have noticed them and was hopping towards them.
Ling Feng activated his Scanning Eye.
[Name]: Elder Ren (Final Form)
[Level]: High-Mid (Hopping Zombie)
[Danger Level]: High-Mid
My goodness, Elder Ren?
And the final form, meaning the level from the end of the movie.
What was going on!
Was this a movie fusion?
"Uncle Ying, this might be difficult. This fellow is already a hopping zombie."
"Indeed, but we have to find a way to deal with him tonight, otherwise..."
"I understand."
If they didn't deal with this zombie tonight, and it went out biting people, then they would have to face more than just one zombie.
"Uncle Ying, do you have any ink lines? I'll try to engage him and buy you time to draw talismans."
They hadn't anticipated encountering zombies tonight, so they had only drawn ghost-suppressing talismans, not a single zombie-suppressing one.
"Be careful."
Ling Feng thought, "A mere zombie, if I can't beat it, can't I run away?"
But... how would I use the ink lines by myself?
Ling Feng completely forgot about this.
Without help, and with no prior arrangements, how could he use the ink lines? It was a pipe dream.
Ling Feng felt a bit helpless.
He glanced behind him.
Uncle Ying was engrossed in drawing talismans and couldn't be disturbed.
What should he do?
What should he do?
Ling Feng looked around and suddenly spotted a large rock, his eyes lighting up. An idea struck him.
Ling Feng crouched down, picked up a stone, and tied the ink line to it.
He flicked it lightly.
Hmm, perfect.
"Western cowboy here!"
*Swish*!
He threw the stone.
"Guh ~~"
The ink line wrapped around Elder Ren twice.
"Ten! Bang!"
The ink line snapped against Elder Ren, making him recoil several steps from the pain.
"It works, again!"
Ling Feng continued to swing the stone, pelting Elder Ren.
Bang bang bang!
"Guh!!!"
Elder Ren jumped around like he had been electrocuted, flattening some of the grass.
"If it continues like this, we might be able to defeat Elder Ren."
Ling Feng kept throwing.
"Guh!!!"
Elder Ren still had some awareness and knew this thing was his bane. He dodged Ling Feng's attack to the side, then
Bounce!
Elder Ren sprang towards Ling Feng like a bamboo shoot emerging from dry ground.
So high!
Elder Ren's jump was easily four to five meters high.
If he participated in the Olympics, he would probably win a gold medal with ease.
As Elder Ren approached, even though the ink line had some offensive power, it wasn't suitable for this fight.
Ling Feng quickly dropped the ink line and drew Fen Ji from his back.
"Guh!!!"
Elder Ren's sharp claws plunged towards Ling Feng.
Ling Feng quickly dodged.
Bang!
Elder Ren's claws tore away the paving stones on the ground.
Ling Feng inwardly rejoiced.
Fortunately, there were very few surveillance cameras in this era, and this park was not covered by any.
Otherwise, destroying public property would incur fines.
And if people saw this tomorrow, they would be terrified.
He and Uncle Ying would also be invited for tea by the police.
"Swish!"
After dodging, Ling Feng slashed his sword towards Elder Ren's arm.
Fen Ji, which could easily cut down ghosts, was blocked this time.
Fen Ji only sank halfway into Elder Ren's arm before getting stuck.
"As expected, his skin is impenetrable!"
Ling Feng kicked Elder Ren, but the zombie stood as firm as if his feet were glued to the ground.
Ling Feng: !!!
Bang!
The next second, Ling Feng's arms were grabbed by Elder Ren.
"Guh!"
Ling Feng struggled with all his might against Elder Ren, lest his neck be bitten, which would be excruciatingly painful.
"Uncle Ying, are you done yet? I can't hold on much longer."
However, human strength was ultimately limited, far from the limitless strength of a zombie.
Elder Ren's fangs were inching closer to Ling Feng.
Ling Feng's veins were bulging, and he was covered in sweat.
"I'm here, beast, take this!"
Uncle Ying suddenly appeared and pressed a zombie-suppressing talisman onto Elder Ren's forehead.
Because Elder Ren was a hopping zombie, Uncle Ying dared not use yellow talismans and instead used spiritual talismans.
The effect was excellent.
Elder Ren was frozen in place, unable to move.
Ling Feng quickly broke free from Elder Ren's grasp, retreated to the side, and pulled out Fen Ji.
Uncle Ying bit his finger, smeared his blood on his peach wood sword, and then slashed at Elder Ren.
Ssss~
Crack~
Although it had an effect, the peach wood sword also chipped.
"This guy is too tough. We'll have to use the copper coin sword."
Ling Feng quickly stopped Uncle Ying and handed him Fen Ji.
"Uncle Ying, if the copper coin sword breaks, you'll have no equipment. Use my sword."
"Alright."
Uncle Ying took it, smeared blood on the sword again, and then unleashed his full power with a slash at Elder Ren.
Imbued with magical power and blood, Fen Ji also gained the "Undead Slayer" buff.
With one strike, Elder Ren was cleaved in two, his body dissolving into a viscous liquid.