His hand kept spinning gently, as if controlling something.

His strange attire also drew the occasional glance from the children playing in the village.

'Tender skin, the finest material...'

The cultivator was also observing these children,

'It's a pity that the ghost slave I've nurtured has yet to develop intelligence, easily dispersed by living people.

There are too many people here now, not a good time to act.

Otherwise, even if it meant being wanted here, I would have harvested this fine blood food.'

The cultivator looked at these little kids, thinking it was a pity.

Meanwhile, a human eye invisible black mist moved slightly within his palm, swirling in the bark bag behind him.

This bag was made specifically by him using a type of Yin Sha Wood.

This wood grows in graveyards and possesses the ability to cultivate and gather Evil Qi.

Otherwise, his 'black mist' would be scattered upon exposure to the sun.

This black mist is the 'ghost.'

At the same time.

As he was sighing internally, continuing to walk forward.

With a clatter, a group of soldiers suddenly ran in from the village entrance ahead.

Another column of soldiers approached from behind.

'What's happening?' He was stunned upon seeing this scene, noticing the muzzles pointed at him.

Rustle—

At this moment.

The surrounding soldiers parted to form an opening.

Zhang Feng observed the lingering Evil Qi in the air, then looked at the surrounded cultivator.

The Yin-Yang Eye's tracking is indeed useful.

Dozens of miles away, it pinpointed his location.

But this ghost was powerful, leaving Evil Qi that lingered long after it passed.

As for this ghost,

Zhang Feng glanced at his bag.

It seemed to be formed from the Evil Qi of dozens of corpses, making it a 'composite ghost.'

Upon seeing this ghost, Zhang Feng thought the 'ghost' should be the aggregation of a deceased human's Evil Qi, gaining spirit.

Over time, as it unconsciously gathers more Evil Qi, this spirit revives, eventually forming a ghost.

Of course, this is one possibility.

Perhaps in other advanced worlds, people nurtured by Spiritual Qi, or due to the rules of the city god and the Underworld, result in the immediate formation of a 'ghost' after death.

"Who are you?"

As Zhang Feng was lost in thought, the man suddenly spoke, unable to hide his fear.

After all, being surrounded by hundreds of guns would make anyone panic.

Zhang Feng was straightforward, standing over ten meters away, he asked, "Hand over your cultivation technique."

'What does this person mean?' The cultivator didn't understand, but for his life, he took out a manual he carried with him, or rather, his notes.

Keeping his distance, he threw it over.

This man was direct.

Zhang Feng caught the thrown manual from a distance.

He opened it, glanced through briefly.

It indeed mentioned 'spiritual control,' or methods of communicating with ghosts.

However, the scribbles suggested he barely understood it himself.

Still, some of the mental training techniques were strokes of genius.

This person had some insights into cultivation, a real talent.

"Remove your hood." While reading, Zhang Feng also instructed the man to remove his disguise, wanting to identify his appearance.

He complied, not daring to move recklessly.

Knowing that with Zhang Feng's ability to manipulate objects from afar and his clear intent towards him,

he had encountered a master.

Especially with such mastery in 'tracking,' being targeted by such a person was far more terrifying than being surrounded by a hundred guns.

If one were lucky, one might escape the guns alive.

But being targeted by a master meant only waiting for death.

Just as he removed his hood.

"His appearance... seems like... the wanted murderer in Liang Province?"

Two soldiers recognized him.

On hearing this, Zhang Feng looked up and realized it was someone he knew.

It was the 'Corpse Refining Evil Cultivator' from the Ocean World.

Unexpectedly, he was also in this world, still taking the path of evil cultivation.

No wonder he had such high aptitude.

After all, a perfect match for his skill set.

Initially, Zhang Feng thought he was a new prodigy.

But compared to those on the master's seat, his talent was far lacking.

However, discovering an unusual magic was already remarkable talent.

For an old acquaintance, nothing more needed to be said.

Zhang Feng liked things direct, asking, "Just tell me, is there anything not written in the book?"

"It's all written..." He nodded hurriedly.

Whoosh—

Zhang Feng remained silent, using his Inner Strength to flick a stone, piercing his arm like a bullet,

"It's all written?"

"Written... written..." He covered his arm, speaking in terror.

Though the surrounding soldiers had seen torture, this decisive scene still made their scalp tingle.

The nearby villagers had already kept their distance since the soldiers appeared.

Seeing the master act like this left Lin Dao You and others in shocked silence, grateful they never crossed him in the past.

Otherwise, they too might have felt that same sense of 'life and death not in their hands.'

"Good if it's all written."

Zhang Feng nodded, looking at his pleading face, and the surrounding gunmen,

"Since he's a wanted criminal, let's kill him."

...

The corpse, battered and broken, was handed over to the local authorities, closing a case from another province.

The ghost, not yet fully formed, was controlled with Spiritual Qi and cast into the fire, ending it.

To Lin Dao You and others, difficult issues like this and hard-to-find characters, along with ghosts whose disposition they knew nothing about,

were, to Zhang Feng, simply a matter of search, track, kill, and burn. Done.

Of course, if not for wanting to learn his method of ghost cultivation.

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