ROAR!!!!!!
Just then, a loud roar rang out.
In the backyard, Qiu Sheng—dressed as a Zombie—hopped out cheerfully.
But the moment he emerged, he saw Ling Xiao slap eight Zombies to death with a single palm strike, and he was instantly frozen in shock.
"Another one!? You're seeking death!!"
Seeing this, Ling Xiao let out a cold snort and soared into the air.
SMACK!!!!!!
In the next moment, a spinning kick landed squarely on Qiu Sheng's face.
"AHHHHH!!!"
With a scream, Qiu Sheng spun twice mid-air before crashing to the ground.
Pathetically, he rolled twice across the ground before finally coming to a stop.
Half of his face was already swollen.
"DIE!!!!"
At that moment, Ling Xiao shouted coldly and delivered another fierce kick.
"Wait, Senior Brother! Senior Brother, it's me, Qiu Sheng! Stop hitting me! If you keep going, someone's going to die!"
Qiu Sheng screamed in panic, waving his arms.
WHOOOSH!!!!!!
Ling Xiao's foot stopped just inches from his face, and the gust of wind from it turned Qiu Sheng's face ghostly pale.
Had that landed, it might have killed him.
"Qiu Sheng!? Why the hell are you dressed up as a Zombie in the middle of the night scaring people!? You think that's funny!?"
Ling Xiao slowly retracted his leg and spoke speechlessly.
Of course, he had known from the start that it was Qiu Sheng—otherwise, that kick would've blown his head off.
He just wanted to take this opportunity to teach the brat a lesson. Qiu Sheng was always causing trouble for no reason.
"Not funny! Not funny at all!"
Qiu Sheng shook his head rapidly, holding his swollen face with a look of grievance.
If he'd known he'd be beaten like this, he wouldn't have dared to pretend to be a ghost!
"Hahaha! What happened here? Qiu Sheng, your face looks like a pig's head!"
Just then, a gloating voice came from the main hall of Potter's Field.
A red-nosed Taoist priest with round glasses came out laughing, accompanied by Uncle Nine.
"Uncle Four-Eyes!? Why are you here!?"
When Ling Xiao saw Taoist Priest Four-Eyes, he acted surprised and called out.
In truth, he had already seen him when he returned to his room earlier. He knew Taoist Priest Four-Eyes had arrived. But knowing that Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng were going to stir up trouble, he hadn't come out. His goal was to kill those Zombies.
"What do you mean why am I here!? I'm not allowed to come!?"
Taoist Priest Four-Eyes rolled his eyes. But then, he sniffed the air and suddenly caught a foul stench.
Instinctively, he looked toward the courtyard—and froze.
"Uh… where are my clients?"
He asked in total confusion.
"Ahem, well… it's a bit complicated!"
Ling Xiao gave a couple of awkward coughs. Of course, when he saw those eight Black Zombies, he knew they were Taoist Priest Four-Eyes' clients.
But he still struck without hesitation. Why? Each Black Zombie was worth 100 experience points and 100 Silver Dollar. Eight of them meant 800 experience and 800 Silver Dollar—enough to break through into the Earth Master Realm.
With an opportunity like that, how could he hesitate?
Besides, he remembered clearly that these same Zombies were eventually all killed by Old Master Ren in the original story. They were going to die anyway—better to let him reap the rewards.
"What exactly happened?! Wen Cai fainted?! And Qiu Sheng, why were you dressed like a Zombie?!"
Uncle Nine saw the awkward expression on Ling Xiao's face and knew something had happened. He immediately asked sternly.
"Master, here's what happened!!"
Qiu Sheng, clutching his swollen face, tearfully explained the whole story.
However, as soon as he finished, Taoist Priest Four-Eyes' blood pressure shot through the roof.
"What!? My clients!!"
With a painful howl, Taoist Priest Four-Eyes rushed into the courtyard to search. In the end, all he found were bits of limbs scattered around.
"It's over. I'm ruined. This time I'm completely bankrupt!!"
Taoist Priest Four-Eyes collapsed hopelessly into the courtyard.
"You brat, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Uncle Nine, helpless at seeing his junior brother putting on a scene, walked over to Ling Xiao and whispered.
Ling Xiao was speechless. Others might not know, but he did—corpse-herding was expensive. Only the wealthy or government officials could afford it.
Each trip started at ten Silver Dollar per Zombie. Even if you had to pay damages, half was enough.
And in the original story, Taoist Priest Four-Eyes had a whole box of gold bars—worth at least several thousand Silver Dollar.
"Come on, Master, don't accuse me like that. Am I that kind of person? At worst, I'll pay for it."
Ling Xiao immediately denied it righteously.
Then he pulled out a small pouch of Silver Dollar from his chest.
"Compensate me!?"
Upon hearing that, Taoist Priest Four-Eyes appeared in front of him in a flash and snatched the pouch away.
"100 Silver Dollar!?"
After estimating the amount, Taoist Priest Four-Eyes' eyes lit up.
Even after reimbursing the clients, he'd still have 60 Silver Dollar left. That meant he had made a profit before even starting the job.
You had to understand—corpse-herding like this normally took him several months.
"Hahaha! Nephew Ling Xiao would never do this on purpose. Senior Brother, don't wrongly accuse a good kid!"
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