At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua’s face lost its color, filled with horror. Silently killing thousands of troops overnight, what kind of method is this?
That was a camp of thousands of experts, even the Yin Spirit Daoist could not force their way in or get close to it.
Moreover, how could thousands of troops be assassinated without any struggle or resistance? They’re not chickens and ducks, how could they not know to resist?
The atmosphere at the scene was serious, and Zhang Xiaohua no longer cared about Zhang Chen, hurriedly leaving with Liu Feng.
The two walked to the Ancestral Master’s Hall in the backyard, Liu Feng seemed to remember something, and asked, "Could it be Zhang Chen who made a move?"
"How could he have that ability? If he had, I would have died long ago." Zhang Xiaohua retorted without even thinking.
"What injuries did the deceased have? Any features?" Zhang Xiaohua asked.
"All the blood was drained, with only two sharp holes found at the top of the head, as if left by animal fangs." Liu Feng replied.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua was stunned, "They all died from being drained of blood?"
He thought of when he was mysteriously entangled by a blood-sucking creature, and the blood-red script rubbing. If it weren’t for the Fox Spirit’s protection back then, he might have been dead.
Although the strangeness later disappeared without a trace, Zhang Xiaohua remembered it vividly. If the Fox Spirit hadn’t diverted the disaster, throwing the blood-red rubbing into Zhang Chen’s neighboring room, he might have been dead.
"Zhang Chen can restrain the strange creatures, this guy has some skills, but I don’t know how he subdued that creature back then." A thought surged in Zhang Xiaohua’s mind: "Now that I think about it, this guy really isn’t simple. I must interact with him more, uncover all his secrets, and then find a way to kill him."
A trace of fierceness appeared in Zhang Xiaohua’s eyes, as he quickly followed Liu Feng’s back into the Ancestral Master’s Hall to hide.
Meanwhile, Zhang Chen watched the backs of Zhang Xiaohua and Liu Feng leaving, secretly laughing to himself, thinking these two guys were too timid and scared by him.
He didn’t want to think, if he were involved in such a thing, he probably wouldn’t fare much better than them.
Zhang Chen felt confused, stopped thinking randomly, and directly returned to his room to sleep. He didn’t want to care more about outside matters. Didn’t he know if there were any strange creatures?
Returning to his room, Xiaodouding was sitting there reading a book. Upon seeing Zhang Chen walk in, he mysteriously approached, "Zhang Chen, have you heard? Down the mountain at Huangli Temple, there’s another evil spirit. Thousands of soldiers at Prince Pingbian’s Mansion died mysteriously overnight, all drained of blood."
"I just heard the Observatory Master mention it." At this moment, Zhang Chen was sleepy, and directly replied while lying on the bed.
"Do you think the monster will come up the mountain to commit murder?" Xiaodouding climbed onto the bed, leaned worriedly beside Zhang Chen, eyes full of fear.
Upon hearing Xiaodouding’s words, Zhang Chen patted the other’s cute little head: "Don’t be afraid, did you forget I’m a cultivator? Such an evil spirit, if it dares to come, is just at my fingertips."
After speaking, Zhang Chen’s hand fell, and he fell into a deep sleep.
"Hey, why do you sleep as soon as you come back? Hurry up and get up to practice martial arts." Xiaodouding patted Zhang Chen’s head, noticing Zhang Chen’s breathing was steady, he was already asleep.
"How did he just fall asleep?" Xiaodouding looked at Zhang Chen, eyes full of surprise, but didn’t continue to disturb, and quietly hid to the side to read.
Zhang Chen was now idle, didn’t even eat lunch or dinner, and slept until the next day at dawn before Xiaodouding woke him up with a kick:
"Zhang Chen, it’s time for morning practice, don’t sleep!!!"
Xiaodouding kicked and kicked, finally waking the sleeping Zhang Chen, then widened his eyes and approached with concern, "Boy, you’re a bit off, normal people don’t sleep this long. Should we call the master to check you, lest you’ve caught some illness or been harmed by something dirty?"
Xiaodouding’s voice was full of concern, his big black eyes staring at Zhang Chen, a gaze full of anxiety.
"I told you I’m cultivating immortality, don’t worry, just let me sleep for a few days. Also, about my condition these days, don’t tell the Observatory Master, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."
Although still worried upon hearing this, Xiaodouding didn’t say anything further, just told Zhang Chen to get up and wash.
After the two finished washing and had breakfast, Zhang Chen went back to sleep. Xiaodouding simply held a book, sitting quietly next to Zhang Chen, occasionally reaching out to touch his forehead, checking his breath.
In his dreams, Zhang Chen seemed to stand in endless wind and sand, where infinite runes flickered, evolving into countless scriptures, understood and absorbed by Zhang Chen.
These days passed for half a month. In the deep night of this day, Zhang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window, his eyes revealing a dreamlike expression.
"The Sand Merging Skill is indeed amazing; this Divine Technique is the precursor of the legendary Three-Flavored Divine Wind. If I could find the legendary ’Summoning Wind’ and ’Earth Shaking,’ I could combine them into the ultimate Great Divine Techniques, Three-Flavored Divine Wind." Zhang Chen’s eyes revealed a trace of excitement.