I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 42 - Reunion with an Old Friend

Creak!

The subtle sound of a door opening came from the neighboring room.

Soon, the sound of the door opening and closing was heard again.

A shadow bearing something on its back flashed past Liang Hui’s door.

“Stealing children!”

The young man muttered under his breath, remembering that the neighbors were a family of three who had come from another city.

Gently putting down the long spear, Liang Hui lay back on the bed, ready to sleep.

Suddenly, a faint sound of a door opening reached him; he heard it despite its subtlety.

A slight frown creased his eyebrows, such an annoying rat!

Gripping the spear lying next to him, he hurled it forcefully at the room door.

Bang! Rip!

The long spear instantly pierced through the door, impaling the figure crouched in front of it.

Without a scream, the figure at the door went still.

At that moment, Liang Hui, fully dressed, pushed open the door.

Before his eyes lay the figure nailed to the wooden post and the blood flowing on the floor.

Expressionless, he pulled out the long spear and watched a figure holding a child trying to escape from the inn’s main hall.

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The next moment, he leaped down.

Bang!

Ignoring the splintered floorboards beneath his feet, he pursued the fleeing shadow.

He didn’t know why the thief who had already left had come back, nor did he know the thief’s purpose.

But he knew that the person in front of him was an enemy, and an enemy must be utterly annihilated!

Wang Wu, who was escaping, swore inwardly; he had already completed the task assigned by his gang.

But his idiotic partner had tried to make a grab for more before leaving and had not expected to encounter such a fearsome adversary.

Summoning all his inner strength, Wang Wu increased his speed, yet the masked man still followed close behind.

Watching the scenery fly by, Wang Wu’s taut heart gradually relaxed.

Almost there! Almost there!

Once he returned to the gang, the pursuer behind him would surely be encircled and killed.

Looking at the spacious courtyard now in sight, Wang Wu’s heart completely relaxed.

He had made it!

Rip!

The spear tip, carrying a chill metallic gleam, pierced through his heart, and the power in his body began flowing away rapidly.

“So you’ve been playing around all this time!”

Wang Wu, collapsing on the ground, muttered blankly.

Watching the blue-robed figure stepping over him and moving forward.

Liang Hui glanced at the child lying on the ground alongside the thief and heard the footsteps that kept coming from inside the courtyard.

Gripping his long spear tightly, he strode forward.

“Sir, may I ask what brings you to the Golden Toad Gang in the dead of night?”

The door of the main house slowly opened, and a scholarly-dressed middle-aged man came near Liang Hui, surrounded by a group of people.

The tone was not too harsh but rather mild, as if genuinely puzzled why the masked man had come.

“Taoist!”

In a flash, the figure was in front of the middle-aged scholar.

Without hesitation, the long spear in his palm thrust forward, the sound of ripping air echoing in front of the large courtyard.

Liang Hui looked at the figure impaled by the spear, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, for this did not feel like piercing flesh.

The figure before Liang Hui’s eyes also began to dissipate.

“Kill him! Kill him!”

Words full of rage came from the back of the crowd.

A group of men clad in yellow tunics charged forth, their faces ferocious.

As they rushed toward him, the corners of the youth’s mouth turned up slightly.

He held the spear horizontally, and a cyan glow enveloped his body before wrapping around the spear.

In an utterly fierce manner, he charged forward.

Crack, pop, snap!

Sounds of bones breaking resonated like firecrackers.

In nearly an instant, Liang Hui had broken through the crowd and faced the middle-aged scholar.

In the scholar’s astonished eyes, Liang Hui collided head-on.

At such a close distance, the middle-aged scholar had no time to employ his Taoist arts,

Bang!

The scholar’s upper body exploded.

Bright red blood splattered and scattered.

He turned around.

Looking at the road he came from, now filled with blood and severed limbs, he charged again amid the fearful gazes of onlookers!

The Golden Toad Gang either fled or fought back desperately, but it changed nothing.

The ground was littered with corpses, the streets stained red with blood.

Knowing better, all the residents near the spacious courtyard extinguished their lights, plunging the area into darkness.

Only the bright moon in the night sky shed its faint light.

Suddenly, the youth turned to look down the street to his right.

Tap! Tap!

The clear sound of footsteps approached from not far away.

A woman in green, wearing a ghost-faced mask and carrying a long-handled war hammer, stepped into the moonlight, casting a casual glance over the ground strewn with bodies.

Her gaze, filled with surprise, rested on the spear wrapped in cyan light. It was well known that ninety-nine percent of Martial Artists at the Bone Refining Stage could not extend their Inner Qi to envelop their weapons.

Only those with exceptional talent in the cultivation of Inner Qi could display such a feat at the Bone Refining Stage.

“Tai Yi?”

Her cold voice was questioning, yet certain.

“It’s me. I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon,” he replied.

“You’re here for them too?” she asked.

The cyan glow receded from the spear, and the Inner Strength in his body slowly retreated back into his abdomen.

Tang Tang pointed to the children still asleep on the ground.

“Yes, there have been too many children going missing in the city lately, so I followed the trail here,” he explained.

“I had intended to squash these vermin tonight, but it seems you’ve gotten to it first,” she noted.

Liang Hui nodded and then started to rummage for spoils on the ground.

Tang Tang took slow steps forward, examining the wounds on the corpses, but soon moved on.

There was nothing worth investigating; all were crushed by sheer brutal force, without a trace of skill.

Once Liang Hui had collected all the spoils, the two walked side by side into the interior of the courtyard.

They had just entered the inner courtyard when a number of long swords, with bone-chilling gleams, slashed at them—it seemed the Golden Toad Gang had more members stationed here.

The war hammer was already in Tang Tang’s grasp and she smashed it forward with terrifying force.

In the face of that hammer swing, the sword gleams and angles of attack meant nothing as the attackers burst into fragments.

No matter how many times he had seen it in his ‘dream entry,’ it was still amazing to witness once more, Liang Hui thought to himself.

“Let’s go! We’ll look for the kidnapped and stolen children,” he said.

“As for the Golden Toad Gang’s other loot, it’s all yours,” she stated, flinging the blood off her war hammer carelessly.

“Alright,” he agreed.

Afterward, the two began to thoroughly search the courtyard, inch by inch.

As the search continued, the expression beneath Tang Tang’s ghost-faced mask grew increasingly grim.

Not a single child was found!

But the clues she had gathered through her family’s channels all pointed to the Golden Toad Gang.

And the child who had collapsed on the street proved that the collected information was correct.

“It seems that the stolen children are not here,” Liang Hui said, holding a book, his voice low.