Purgatory Artist-Chapter 451: Good Words Are Hard to Persuade the Damned Ghost

She opened her eyes.

Chu Yunshang found herself lying on a comfortable chair.

This was the inner cabin of a shuttle. Through the window, she could see the stars and the land outside.

The music was soothing.

She immediately stood up.

"Relax, Chu Yunshang"

A voice called out.

Chu Yunshang turned around, only to see an old man in a suit. He had been standing there without moving since the beginning until Chu Yunshang woke up.

"You are?" Chu Yunshang asked cautiously.

"I'm the gongzi's butler, you can call me Uncle Zhao" the old man smiled.

He tilted his head slightly, gesturing for Chu Yunshang to look at the insignia on the wall behind him.

Chu Yunshang glanced at the insignia and her expression changed.

"I've heard of your power and influence" Chu Yunshang mocked, "but you caught me off guard and put me on this shuttle, is this the glorious family that fought against nightmares?"

The old man sighed: "I'm very sorry, we originally told our subordinates to do this, but they messed it up"

"32 dojos?" Chu Yunshang asked.

"Yes, but we weren't targeting you, it was them who made a mistake in their understanding," the old man regretfully said.

"Ah? You almost destroyed my dojos. Is that a mistake? "Chu Yunshang coldly scoffed.

"I hope you can understand," the old man said, "A person of our gongzi's status, a simple word from him is as important as a thousand pounds to his subordinates."

"If you're such a big shot, why do you have to trouble a small Martial Master like me?" Chu Yunshang asked.

"You have a one-time referral authority, that world spirit is very powerful, our gongzi needs its loyalty" the old man answered.

Chu Yunshang remained expressionless, pursing her lips tightly.

The old man seemed to remember something and gently spoke: "I know you're complaining, but your ability to use the world spirit has already improved to the second-level, maybe even a bit higher, so you'll be rewarded handsomely."

"Reward?"

"As long as you give up that referral authority, you can stay and serve our gongzi. This is a chance that many people dream of, I hope you won't miss it."

"Ahahaha," Chu Yunshang suddenly laughed.

"How about it?

As long as you agree, I'll take you to see our gongzi right now, be respectful when you speak later "the old man said.

"I refuse," Chu Yunshang said.

The smile on the old man's face slowly faded.

"Miss Chu Yunshang, you might not understand, but Young Master has sacrificed so much for mankind to fight against those Nightmare Filths," he said slowly.

"He's the one who wants to steal from me, isn't he?" Chu Yunshang said.

"Unfortunately, it seems like I have no choice but to let you know the consequences of going against our Young Master," the old man said.

He casually reached out and grabbed Chu Yunshang's neck.

...

On the other side.

In the dojo of the Bloodheart School.

Liu Ping stood where he was and thought for a moment before saying, "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Bro Rabbit asked excitedly.

"Originally, there was a friend waiting for me here, but she disappeared. I'm going to look for her," Liu Ping said.

"What? I thought you were going to kill someone." Rabbit sighed listlessly.

"I'm actually a little hesitant ... After all, I haven't learned how to use spirits. Wouldn't it be too much to kill someone directly?" Liu Ping said honestly.

"You still don't know how to use my power?" The rabbit glared. "Since you don't know how to use your spirit, how are you going to kill people?"

"That's why I'm hesitating," Liu Ping said faintly.

The rabbit didn't understand at all.

Suddenly.

A sound came from outside.

The door of the dojo was pushed open.

A few warriors rushed in and shouted loudly, "Quick! That girl has been taken away. Before the others react, brothers, hurry up and see if there's anything else worth taking. For example, secret manuals, gold, silver, and so on. "

"Yes!"

The others replied loudly.

Liu Ping stood in the dojo and listened quietly.

Rabbit narrowed his eyes and secretly glanced at Liu Ping. He whispered, "What are you hesitating for?"

"That's true ..."

Liu Ping lowered his head and said softly, "Good words can't persuade those who deserve to die. Mercy can't be helped."

Boom!!!

His entire body was like a bolt of lightning as he instantly flew out of the window.

A cold light appeared in the courtyard outside.

This blade was so fast that those warriors didn't even have time to react before their bodies were cut open.

Liu Ping landed on the ground. He held the blade in one hand and pressed down on the last person with the other.

"If you move, you'll die."

He said slowly.

That person felt the coldness of the blade on his neck. His body completely froze, and he didn't dare to move at all.

Liu Ping raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead.

Soul Reading!

A breath's worth of time passed.

Liu Ping spoke: "So you're a disciple of the Soaring Flying Dojo. Your Instructor didn't come himself and sent you to steal things. Very well, I'll give you a warning"

The blade lightly swung.

Heads rolled down.

Liu Ping quickly walked out of the dojo and waved his hand without turning back.

The heads that he cut off flew out and landed on the ground, forming a pile.

Liu Ping raised his slender fingers and casually formed a hand seal. He muttered:

"Nine Darkness Ten Thousand Soul Banner, reappear!"

An eerie presence exuded from his body.

A few phantoms appeared from the void of space. They were originally hovering in the air, about to head towards an unknown location.

As Liu Ping's presence spread, the phantoms seemed to have noticed something and began to struggle.

But it was useless.

They landed and were restrained behind Liu Ping, turning into balls of dim light the size of fists.

These lights seeped into the heads one by one.

The technique was complete.

Burning text appeared:

[You've expended the power of Occultism to convert it into spirit energy and unleash the Cultivation-type technique: Nine Darkness Ten Thousand Soul Banner]

[Because the source of this technique's power comes from the power of Occultism, the power of this technique has reached its maximum potential]

Reading through everything, Liu Ping turned to the people behind him and said: "The few of you stay here and guard the door. If anyone else comes, tell them to leave. If anyone doesn't want to leave, you can tell me"

Behind him, the pile of heads opened their eyes and spoke with a humble expression:

"Yes, master."

Liu Ping looked at the other side of the street a few dozen meters away.

The Soaring Flying Dojo was there.

It was the closest dojo to this place, no wonder they sent people here as soon as they received the news.

Liu Ping was about to leave when the dojo's door suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a martial arts uniform and a few dozen people shouted: "Murder on the street!"

Liu Ping looked at him and asked: "You're the master of the Soaring Flying Dojo? I have something to ask you, do you know where Chu Yunshang went? "

"I am the master of the Soaring Flying Dojo" the middle-aged man angrily replied, "It seems your Martial Master isn't here. Today, I'll teach you a lesson on her behalf and let you know the meaning of 'a life for a life'"

After explaining the situation, he was about to open a world to envelop Liu Ping when he noticed a small accident.

For some reason, he couldn't release his power.

Ling didn't respond to him either.

What exactly happened?

The middle-aged man suddenly noticed something and looked down.

He saw a headless corpse on the ground with blood spurting out from its neck.

What's going on?

The middle-aged man was a bit confused.

His brain felt like it had turned into mush, unable to think of anything. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

He saw a rabbit flying randomly in the air, roaring madly:

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'm about to explode from pleasure!"

"Kill kill kill kill kill!"

"Liu Ping, do your best!"

Amidst the clamor, a hand reached out and gently grabbed the head by the hair, lifting it up.

Liu Ping.

"I'm sorry"

He said apologetically.

"You took too long to talk, and you didn't know how to activate your spirit's defense, so I had to kill all of you first."

"Because I wanted to search your soul, I sealed your divine consciousness and left you with your last breath. I hope you understand."

After Liu Ping finished speaking, he pressed his other hand on the man's forehead.

One breath.

He looked happy and said softly, "I understand. So this is what the terms on the introductory manual of the Blood Heart Style mean ..."

"It's a pity that you don't know her whereabouts."

"Looks like I have to ask someone else."

He let go.

The head fell.

Dozens of human heads gathered together. All of them opened their eyes and lined up behind Liu Ping.

In front of Liu Ping was a street full of blood.

He took a step forward and walked through the corpses, leaving bloody footprints.