The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 835 - The Whereabouts of the Third Knife

Chapter 835: Chapter 835: The Whereabouts of the Third Knife!

Chapter 835: Chapter 835: The Whereabouts of the Third Knife!

“Little Long… with you accompanying me, I’m not afraid anymore,” Su Xiaoman sighed in relief. It seemed she was no longer fearful of that monster, Lord Long Wu.

In her heart, her own Little Long was an invincible presence in this world. Whether it was fierce ghosts or monsters, when they encountered Little Long, they had no choice but to surrender.

Su Xiaoman put aside the sorrow of her cousin’s death and cooked a bowl of noodles for Huang Xiaolong, which the two of them ate together.

Originally, with Huang Xiaolong and Su Xiaoman’s long-awaited reunion, it was inevitable to do some intimate things as a couple, the joy of a belated wedding night, so to speak. However, Su Xiaoman, grieving her cousin’s death, inevitably had less desire for it.

Huang Xiaolong was not insistent; at this moment, his mobile phone’s ringtone buzzed.

He picked up the phone to see, it was Ma Chuxia calling.

“Little wife, what’s the situation?” Huang Xiaolong answered the call.

“Little Long, we’ve already found out. That restaurant you mentioned, ‘Moonlit River Wonderland,’ has indeed become famous recently in Binhai City, but it only officially opened a month ago. Because Moonlit River Wonderland doesn’t entertain guests who come on their own but instead selects the diners by sending invitation letters, it was relatively easy to investigate. In the span of one month, Moonlit River Wonderland has sent out a total of 73 invitation letters, of which 66 people accepted to dine…” Ma Chuxia reported efficiently.

“66 people…” Huang Xiaolong frowned slightly and muttered, “That means, it’s very possible that the monster has harmfully taken 66 lives without raising any suspicion… Hah, it deserves to die!”

After pausing for a moment, Huang Xiaolong continued, “Little wife, try to gather those 66 people now and take them to Binhai City God Temple. At all costs, you must control them and take them to the City God Temple. But you also need to be careful.”

“Relax,” Ma Chuxia laughed on the other end. “Little Long, don’t worry. With Feng Hanyan, a martial arts prodigy here, this kind of thing is a piece of cake. Let alone 66 people, even if it were 666, our Great Grandmaster Feng Hanyan could effortlessly take control—pfft… Little Long, Hanyan will definitely be like our own sister in the future, it’s only normal for her to help us with something now.”

“Alright then,” Huang Xiaolong smiled.

“By the way, Little Long, you said these people could all be skin-painting ghosts, what exactly is going on?” Ma Chuxia asked curiously.

“Little wife, don’t ask too much about this now, there’s no time to delay, hurry and get to work. I’ll see you at the City God Temple,” Huang Xiaolong urged.

He hung up the phone.

Huang Xiaolong kept Su Xiaoman company for a while longer, then he summoned a few amulets into her body to ensure her safety, before finally leaving her home.

Huang Xiaolong took a taxi and headed straight for the Binhai City God Temple located in the suburbs.

The City God Temple!

Solemn! Majestic! And sacred!

The fragrance of incense wafted from afar, calming and serene.

“Looks like Ying Kexin has done quite a good job with this City God Temple…” Huang Xiaolong got out of the taxi, nodded approvingly, and proceeded to walk toward the City God Temple. “These days, Ying Kexin must have gained a lot of faith from the living, and one day, she will be able to achieve the body of a Ghost Immortal.”

It was late, and there were no more worshippers in the City God Temple.

As soon as Huang Xiaolong stepped into the front hall, his vision blurred for a moment. A young girl clad in palace clothes, with a longsword on her back, elegant as an exquisitely crafted painting, beautiful like a celestial being yet brimming with heroism, knelt down as she saw Huang Xiaolong. “My lord, you’ve arrived.”

“Oh, Ying Kexin, I see there’s already a hint of immortal energy on you… You really are progressing swiftly; the ghost energy on you already shows signs of evolving into immortal energy,” Huang Xiaolong smiled. “But be patient, it’s not a simple process.”

“It is because my lord conferred me the position of temple priestess at the City God Temple that Kexin could obtain this opportunity. For your great kindness and generosity, Kexin will never forget it for as long as I live,” Ying Kexin’s tone was sincere, as if making a vow.

“Alright, you may rise. I have something to discuss with you today,” Huang Xiaolong said.

The human and the ghost moved to the main hall of the City God Temple.

Huang Xiaolong sat on an available chair while Ying Kexin, like a devoted maid, stood behind him, attentive and ready to listen.

“My little wife and the others haven’t arrived yet… let’s wait a bit longer,” Huang Xiaolong said as he picked up the fragrant tea brewed by Ying Kexin from the coffee table and took a sip.

“My lord, what brings you this time?” Ying Kexin asked.

“Ying Kexin, since you’ve been stationed in Binhai, has anything supernatural happened lately?” Huang Xiaolong asked casually.

After a moment of contemplation, Ying Kexin shook her head. “No. My lord, Binhai is now a paradise of joy. There are no sneaky wrongdoings, peace reigns without worries.”

“Hahaha~~ indeed, that fellow is cunning, he even deceived you…” Huang Xiaolong laughed helplessly.

“This…” Ying Kexin trembled. “My lord, do you mean…”

“You’ll naturally find out later. However, you cannot be blamed for this matter,” Huang Xiaolong said indifferently.

“My lord, if Kexin has done something wrong, please punish me!” Ying Kexin implored, fearful and anxious.

“I said it’s not your fault. Why would I punish you? Are you a masochist? Hahaha~~~~” Huang Xiaolong laughed heartily, and then, he took out a small black knife from his bosom and handed it to Ying Kexin. “Here, take a good look at this knife. In the future, if you find another one like it in Binhai, remember to tell me.”

“Yes, my lord!” Ying Kexin took the knife reverently, gave it a quick glance, and her gaze flickered. Then, she inspected it carefully, turning it over in her hands, a strange expression emerging in her eyes.

“Have you seen this knife before?” Huang Xiaolong asked, his heart stirring.

“Wait~~ My lord, let Kexin have a closer look…” Ying Kexin seemed to be confirming something; then, she appeared to fall into a state of recollection.

After a dozen breaths.

“My lord, Kexin has indeed seen the same knife!” Ying Kexin raised her head, her gaze very certain.

“Oh? You have seen the same knife? Where?” Huang Xiaolong asked eagerly.

“In the great king’s tomb!” Ying Kexin recalled as she spoke. “Among the many burial objects of the great king, I remember there was one such knife!”

“The great king? Whom are you referring to?” Huang Xiaolong frowned.

“Emperor Qin,” Ying Kexin nodded.

“So you mean to say, inside Emperor Qin’s tomb, there’s a black knife?” Huang Xiaolong suddenly smiled. “Now, things are getting interesting. Are you sure?”

“My lord, Kexin was once in charge of supervising the construction of the imperial tomb, and one day, I saw a black knife among the burial objects, almost identical to the one in your hands. Kexin especially picked up that knife to play with it, feeling that the knife seemed to conceal some secret, profound and more profound. However, I did not take it for myself,” Ying Kexin affirmed with certainty. “But, my lord, the knife you have here is engraved with the ancient seal character ‘seven’, whereas the one I saw back then had the ancient seal character ‘four’…”

“Four? The fourth knife?” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes lit up.

In his hands, he already had the seventh and the ninth knives. Buried in the Emperor Qin’s tomb should be the fourth. If Huang Xiaolong could obtain it, he would have three knives in total. Perhaps, with these three knives, he could speculate and unveil the earth-shattering secret they hid!

Just then, there was a clutter of footsteps outside and the noise of people talking loudly.

“Who the hell are you guys? Bringing us here for no reason, are you planning to rob and murder us?” A rough male voice was shouting loudly.

At the same time, a chorus of cursing and swearing traveled on the wind, reaching inside the city god temple.

Huang Xiaolong’s eyes narrowed, and sniffing with his nose, he opened his eyes and said, “Ying Kexin, let’s go out and have a look.”

“Yes, my lord,” Ying Kexin replied, returning the black knife to Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong put away the knife and walked out with Ying Kexin.

Outside the City God Temple, on the grass.

Ma Chuxia, Feng Hanyan, Yan Pianpian, and Xia Ying gathered together with dozens of people.

“Little Long, I’ve brought everyone here,” Ma Chuxia nodded at Huang Xiaolong, then glanced at Ying Kexin, her expression suddenly filled with shock.

Huang Xiaolong swept his eyes over the crowd and saw that the people brought by Ma Chuxia were all young men and women, and all the men were handsome while all the women were beautiful—they were indeed the definition of good looks!

‘Oh… so the monster only sends invitation letters to handsome men and beautiful women~~~’ Huang Xiaolong chuckled inwardly.

At this moment, upon laying eyes on Ying Kexin, these men and women instinctively shut their mouths, their eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions—fear, wariness, panic, dread, and shock…

“Little Long, there are 66 people in total, all of whom have dined at Shuiyue Dongtian,” Ma Chuxia reported. “These people are pretty stubborn, and if it weren’t for Miss Hanyan taking action and forcibly bringing them here, they really wouldn’t have come willingly.”

“Oh, Miss Feng Hanyan, I appreciate your efforts this time,” Huang Xiaolong said with a chuckle to Feng Hanyan.

Feng Hanyan blushed slightly and said in a soft voice, “You don’t have to be so formal with me.”

“My lord, is there something wrong with these people?” Ying Kexin asked, bewildered.

“Look at them carefully, are they human or ghosts?” Huang Xiaolong said with a playful smile.

Hearing Huang Xiaolong’s words, the men and women looked at each other, and a ferocious light flashed through their eyes as they all glared at Huang Xiaolong with venomous looks.

Ying Kexin hastily focused and observed them intently for several minutes before forcing a smile. “My lord, Kexin hasn’t noticed anything unusual, and it seems there is no ghostly air on them…”

“That’s why I said that Lord Long Wu is really good at deception. You, being the Ghost King, were actually fooled by it,” Huang Xiaolong chuckled.

“Gho~~Ghost… Ghost King… It’s… it’s really the Ghost King…” A fresh-faced handsome man among the group turned ashen in the blink of an eye.

All the men and women trembled in their shoes!

“What’s the matter, scared? You painted-skin ghosts, meeting the Ghost King and about to wet yourselves, right?” Huang Xiaolong said mockingly. “Alright, stop pretending and show your true forms already!”

Huang Xiaolong was getting impatient as well, and with a direct grab of his right hand, golden light burst forth, filled with boundless Dao power.

Rip~~ Rip~~ Rip~~

All 66 men and women were skin-peeled by Huang Xiaolong!

On the ground, one could see layers of thin human skin, from which a chilling expanse of ghostly air suddenly emanated from the bodies of those 66 painted-skin ghosts!

However, within this ghostly air, green demonic air was also mixed in!

Boom~~~!!!!

Demonic and ghostly airs soared into the sky, even covering the night sky!

“They are really ghosts!” Ying Kexin almost erupted in rage.

As the temple priest of the Binhai City God Temple, personally appointed by the Yin Emperor to oversee all the ghosts and spirits in Binhai City, yet now, dozens of painted-skin ghosts had been parading around in Binhai City without her notice!

Even when Huang Xiaolong brought these painted-skin ghosts right in front of her, she still couldn’t differentiate them!

This was simply dereliction of duty!

Ying Kexin was filled with anger, fear, and shame. Within moments, the aura of the Ghost King erupted from her body, and the atmosphere around the City God Temple became tumultuous as a cold wind howled and debris flew like the end of the world was nigh!

When the Ghost King raged, blood flowed and bodies floated!

“Ah~~ Lord Ghost King! Lord Ghost King, please calm your anger, Lord Ghost King, please!”

Under Ying Kexin’s oppressive aura, the shape-shifting demons felt as if they were plunged into an icy abyss, their very souls becoming unstable, as though with a single thought, Ying Kexin could shatter their ghostly forms.

All 66 shape-shifting demons knelt down in submission.

However, a few shape-shifting demons began to howl wildly, and after a brief moment of panic, they seemed to become fearless. “Hmph! So what if you’re the Ghost King? In front of Lord Long Wu, you’re no better than chickens and dogs! Release us quickly, or Lord Long Wu will devour you!”

“Is that so?” Ying Kexin’s fury had reached its zenith, and from its sheath on her back, the longsword began to emit a buzzing resonance, the edge of the blade emanating a sharpness that could sever the heavens!

With just a single thought, Ying Kexin could butcher these prostrated shape-shifting demons as if they were mere vegetables awaiting the knife!

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong signaled Ying Kexin not to act rashly.

“So, Long Wu is a demon, right?” Huang Xiaolong asked, looking at the kneeling demons on the ground, “What kind of demon is it exactly?”

“We don’t know either~~” many shape-shifting demons wailed.

Huang Xiaolong nodded towards Ying Kexin.

Whoosh~~~~~~~~!!

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A sword light, mingled with a chilling ghostly aura, swept across like a wave, and instantly, more than a dozen shape-shifting demons were sliced into pieces, their souls scattered to the wind.

“Ah~ No! No! We really don’t know~~~” The remaining shape-shifting demons knocked their heads on the ground repeatedly, clearly terrified out of their wits.

“Lord Ghost King, we really don’t know. We only know that Lord Long Wu is a powerful demon that has cultivated for many years, but as for its true form, we truly aren’t privileged to know…” a shape-shifting demon cried out heartrendingly. “We really don’t know!”

“Lord Ghost King, we… we only know that Lord Long Wu has a huge appetite… it… it’s very gluttonous… those who received invitations to dine in the Water Moon Cave Heaven… they weren’t killed by us, they were eaten by Lord Long Wu~~ Lord Long Wu can eat a person in one bite. Right, we’ve also seen Lord Long Wu swallow ten cows, ten sheep, and thirty chickens all at once…”

“Oh? Has a very large appetite? Can eat ten cows, ten sheep, and thirty chickens in one go?” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Could it be that…”

“My lord, have you figured out what that great demon’s true form is?” Ying Kexin quickly asked.

“I have some guesses, but I’m not sure yet. Alright, these shape-shifting demons don’t seem to know much after all… Leave the rest to you. I’m leaving now. You needn’t blame yourself, these shape-shifting demons had their ghostly aura obscured by demonic energy, hence they managed to escape detection and deceive you… Don’t worry, I’ll take out that demon tomorrow night,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

“My lord, tomorrow night, Kexin will join you!” Ying Kexin volunteered eagerly.

“Hahaha~~ No need, just hold down the City God Temple. I’ve never fought against a great demon before, and this time, I really want to have some fun,” Huang Xiaolong replied as he turned to leave. “By the way, Ying Kexin, after I deal with that demon tomorrow, I’ll come to find you again, to ask more about that black knife in the Emperor Qin’s mausoleum.”

“Yes, my lord,” Ying Kexin acknowledged.

“Let’s go,” Huang Xiaolong said as he left the City God Temple with his beautiful wives.

“Die, you scum! You’ve made me fail in front of my lord!” Huang Xiaolong heard the furious and maniacal voice of Ying Kexin from behind.

The next second, as sword light sliced through the air, the shape-shifting demons had no chance to even cry out before they were all reduced to ash.

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