Ch 84: The Wu Zhuo Palace
“No!”
“You sick pervert!”
“Get lost!”
Baldy’s disgusting gaze swept over Su Anlan, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably, her lips turning white with fear.
Seeing those gnashing Evil Ghosts approaching her, Su Anlan felt utterly hopeless.
“Little sister, don’t be afraid! Older Brother’s movements are very professional, very gentle! You might feel a little pain, but it’s alright…” The Bald Man chuckled lecherously, looking like a lecherous gorilla.
But the next moment, the Bald Man’s face suddenly changed drastically.
“Boom!”
Purple Lightning flashed, and several clawing Evil Ghosts were instantly shattered into nothingness!
A man with his hands in his pockets, calm and composed, floated in mid-air.
Su Anlan stared blankly at Zhang Buran, who had suddenly appeared.
Just now, she had hoped so much for a hero to rescue her from the jaws of death…
Su Anlan was, after all, still a naive little girl.
Could it be that Zhang Buran heard her thoughts?
Whether it was or not, Master is incredibly amazing!
“Master!” Su Anlan exclaimed in surprise.
“You are Zhang Buran? Impossible, you can’t be him!”
The Bald Man’s face was constantly sweating, his expression filled with terror, and he involuntarily took a few steps back in fear.
His legs went weak.
His previous ghosts were all Spirit-Level Ghosts, and they couldn’t even withstand a single blow.
Such powerful Strength, unseen in his lifetime!
“Hey, are you from the Wicked Ways? The Heavenly Yin Society?” Zhang Buran glanced at the Bald Man disdainfully and said casually.
Feeling Zhang Buran’s contemptuous gaze, the Bald Man immediately flew into a rage.
“Don’t underestimate me!”
“No, no, no, I’m not underestimating you; I haven’t even looked at you properly; you don’t deserve to be underestimated.” Zhang Buran shook his head.
“What are you pretending!”
The Bald Man suddenly became furious, tearing open his upper body clothes to reveal a blood-red tattoo extending from his chest to his abdomen.
“This ghost…is General-Level!”
“General-Level?”
Zhang Buran, who had originally intended to instantly kill the Bald Man, suddenly became interested.
A General-Level Ghost, that’s a hefty sum of Money!
“Then let me see.”
Zhang Buran said persuasively, finally turning around to face the Bald Man.
“Hahaha! This is your own fault! Blood-Colored Floating Pagoda, come out!”
As the Bald Man spread his arms, the tattoo on his chest convulsed and twisted rapidly, bursting from his body, revealing a bizarre-looking ghost before everyone.
This strange ghost was blood-red all over, its gaping maw disproportionate to its slender body.
Most importantly, inside this ghost’s maw filled with sharp teeth, there was a black eyeball.
“Master, be careful! This is the Blood-Colored Floating Pagoda, a ghost recorded in the Daoist Alliance’s records. We fell victim to this ghost; its Strength is even more formidable than ordinary General-Level Ghosts! We fell victim to this ghost!”
Seeing this blood-red ghost, Su Anlan couldn’t help but show a fearful expression and began to worry.
Back then, during the investigation of the Wang Family, the Bald Man unleashed the “Blood-Colored Floating Pagoda,” and the five of them were defeated.
“Hahaha! Scared, are you? Blood-Colored Floating Pagoda, it will absorb people’s Qi and Magical Power, just wait to be sucked into a dry corpse!”
The Bald Man continued to yell.
Zhang Buran smiled disdainfully and asked Su Anlan:
“The five of you couldn’t defeat this single ghost? Too weak, aren’t you?”
Meng Changyong, whose mouth was gagged, wanted to spit blood upon hearing this.
The Bald Man was also furious: “You’re too arrogant! Go on, drain him!”
The Bald Man pointed at Zhang Buran, and the Blood-Colored Floating Pagoda also began to act, its body twisting, its maw opening and gnashing its teeth…
But Zhang Buran moved faster, directly extending an arm into the Blood-Colored Floating Pagoda’s giant maw, grabbing the black eyeball inside, and then his arm shot out Purple Lightning…
“Zzzt——!”
Leaping Purple Electric Arcs shattered the Blood-Colored Floating Pagoda’s body into pieces!
In just one move! Another instant kill!
The Bald Man stared incredulously at the Blood-Colored Floating Pagoda that had been blown to smithereens, and collapsed onto the ground.
“Impossible…no…”
“You…you…you really are Zhang Buran!”
“Nonsense, seeing the Purple Lightning, you should know who I am.”
Zhang Buran played with the black eyeball in his hand; it was most likely another eyeball of the Ten-Eyed Demon Lord.
“Using the tattoo on the body as a medium to bind the ghost, this despicable Magic…If you aren’t from the Wicked Ways, then who is, tsk tsk tsk…”
“Tell me, where did you get this ghost?”
Zhang Buran held the black eyeball, questioning the Bald Man.
“I won’t tell you…”
“Boom!”
Zhang Buran struck with a palm, a palm faster than the speed of sound, directly severing the Bald Man’s arm!
“Ah! You…you dare to use Private Punishment, your Daoist Alliance, do you now handle things so unreasonably!” The Bald Man let out a pig-like scream.
“Even if I deserve punishment, I should be imprisoned in the Daoist Prison, you’re abusing Private Punishment on me like this, aren’t you afraid…”
“Boom!”
Another palm struck down, and the Bald Man’s other arm was also severed.
Zhang Buran waved his hand, wiping away the blood stains, his eyes full of indifference:
“First, in my eyes, you’re no different from an ant, I can crush you whenever I want, the Daoist Alliance can’t control me.”
“Second, this is self-defense, I just used excessive force.”
“Third, if you don’t tell me what I want to know, I can blow you to ashes, so that the Daoist Alliance will have no record of you.”
“Last chance, where did you get this ghost?”
“I’ll tell you…I’ll tell you everything!” The Bald Man trembled uncontrollably.
At this moment, he realized that Zhang Buran, the “mad Daoist,” wouldn’t reason with him; he would strike without hesitation.
The Bald Man didn’t doubt that Zhang Buran would twist his neck the next moment.
“This ghost, my Boss and I caught it together, and I kept it temporarily.”
“Who is your Boss? Is your backing the Heavenly Yin Society?” Zhang Buran asked again.
“Yes, I’m from the Heavenly Yin Society, our Boss is Wu Zhuogong!”
“Besides you and your Boss, who else is there?”
“There’s also Black Pine! He should be mingling at the Wang Family’s Banquet.”
“Then where is your Boss, Wu Zhuogong, now?”
“He’s disguised as Wang Bufan! The current Wang Family Young Master, Wang Bufan, is our Boss, Wu Zhuogong.”
Hearing this news from the Bald Man, Zhang Buran was quite surprised.
Today is Wang Bufan’s Engagement Banquet, but if the current Wang Bufan is Wu Zhuogong, then where is the real Wang Bufan?
Is he dead, or kidnapped by the Heavenly Yin Society?
“Where is the real Wang Bufan?” Zhang Buran asked again.
“The real Wang Bufan, we killed him a long time ago!”
The Bald Man answered quickly, afraid of being too slow.
