This is Resisting Arrest (Alliance Leader Bonus Chapter)

"Take down these two stray dogs!"

Liu Zhen's hoarse, furious roar shattered the silence of the gambling den.

As he drew his long blade from its scabbard, blinding white flames surged forth like a spring, flowing along the steel.

The fire roared, engulfing the blade and illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Over a hundred wisps of spiritual energy rose up, the terrifying pressure making it hard to breathe.

Dong Cheng, who possessed only a dozen or so wisps of spiritual energy, felt his legs go weak.

Beyond that, as Liu Zhen drew his blade, he simultaneously formed a hand seal with his free hand, his figure suddenly flickering into several shadows.

Identical blades of white flame swept across the long table from three different directions, aimed straight at the young man opposite him!

"..."

Lin Shu sat in his chair, his hair whipping about. His pupils reflected the blade light, making it impossible to distinguish which figure was real.

Yet he did not look at Liu Zhen, instead staring quietly at a specific spot.

Every conversation and every superfluous movement had merely been a ruse to deceive the eye.

It was all for the sake of that black mist slowly rippling behind the constable.

The mist took a humanoid shape, clinging tightly to Liu Zhen's back.

The moment the constable erupted into violence, the black mist finally surged outward, sweeping across the entire gambling den with him at its center.

A bone-chilling, icy aura turned the place into a freezer.

The black mist, like sand, extinguished the white flames on the blades.

The three figures froze simultaneously; the distance that had been within arm's reach for Liu Zhen, easily covered by a swing of his blade, suddenly stretched out significantly.

"Hoo."

Lin Shu felt the majority of his spiritual energy drained away in an instant.

He lifted his head slightly, and red mist welled up in his pupils, which were still reflecting the blade light.

His scarlet eyes resembled two crimson moons.

Under his Dharma Eye, the three figures before him began to overlap.

"Get back!"

Liu Zhen bellowed, swinging his blade with the weight of his formidable spiritual energy, attempting to force back the eerie black mist.

But at the same time, a strange, burning sensation spread across his frozen body—a stinging, itching pain that gave him the urge to claw his own flesh away.

Crack, crack, crack!

Lin Shu unclasped his hands and slowly clenched his fist toward the figure shrouded in black mist.

Horrifying, bone-white claws reached out from the mist.

These bone claws were hideous and terrifying, sharp as knives and carrying a sense of profound sorrow. They violently dug into the flesh of Liu Zhen's limbs, chest, and abdomen, like countless water ghosts determined to drag him into the pitch-black, deathly silent river of mist.

Terror gripped Liu Zhen's heart. He desperately searched his memory, but aside from low-grade techniques, he only possessed one sixth-grade blade technique and one fifth-grade movement technique.

Yet now, he caught a scent from this black mist that he had never experienced before.

What was worse, blinded by his earlier rage, he hadn't even noticed when the mist had closed in on him.

Rip!

The bone claws exerted force, tearing away large chunks of his flesh.

Blood and gore were swallowed into the mist; a man who had been perfectly fine a moment ago was reduced to a half-skeleton in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!!"

The constable, no longer resembling a human, let out a piercing wail.

What terrified Liu Zhen most was that, due to his abundant spiritual energy, he remained alive and fully conscious.

Bone-white claws were clamped tightly over his face, and he could only peer out through the gaps.

Within his line of sight, there was nothing but those inhuman, crimson eyes.

He clearly still had the strength to resist, but his courage had been shattered by this bizarre scene, and he struggled incessantly like a common man.

"There's a monster, save me—"

His final plea for help was drowned out as his body was dragged completely into the mist.

But the cry was meaningless anyway.

The black mist had long since spread, and bone-white claws littered the floor.

Inside the gambling den, every figure except for the stunned Dong Cheng was being hunted down by them.

"Run!"

A constable who had been preparing to assist Liu Zhen swung his blade desperately to scatter a patch of mist, then turned and bolted toward the stairs, his heart nearly bursting with terror.

However, before he could dash away, someone suddenly grabbed him by the hair from behind.

The sudden force sent him flying backward, crashing onto the table with a bang.

"Ah... ah..."

The constable felt his world spin, his eyes wide, staring fixedly at the fair, young face above him.

Lin Shu released his head, a hint of weariness in his eyes, and took the long saber from the constable's trembling hand.

"Officer, this is what you call resisting arrest."

The corner of his lips curled up, his voice calm, his fingers tightening around the hilt of the saber unhurriedly.

Clang!

In an instant, a silver light descended, piercing straight into the constable's chest.

The blade's momentum unabated, it penetrated three inches into the tabletop before humming to a halt.

Gurgling blood dripped from the tip of the blade onto the ground, seeping into the cracks of the stone tiles, and flowed to Dong Cheng's feet.

"Ah--"

Dong Cheng's face turned ashen, and he suddenly snapped back to reality, letting out an instinctive scream.

He was a cultivator, true, but he was merely a young wolf with little combat experience. He had never witnessed such a ferocious technique.

Only now did he suddenly realize that the ghostly, dark mist surrounding them had long since dissipated, as if the scene just now had been a hallucination.

The candlelight in the gambling house flickered.

Shopkeeper Wang and his two thugs, along with another constable, all four lay on the ground in bizarre postures, their bodies covered in ripped gashes, all fatal.

Besides that, their contorted features looked as if they had seen a ghost, and inexplicably gave the impression of having died from fright.

"What are you screaming about?"

Lin Shu glanced at him. "Go search this place."

"Gulp."

Dong Cheng swallowed frantically. Only now did he notice that Master Lin had killed a total of six people, including Liu Zhen, who was in the middle stage of Qi Condensation.

But... the other party hadn't moved from his spot the entire time.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt the hard object in his embrace, and a strange, half-crying, half-laughing expression appeared on his face, mingled with his fear.

Possessing such terrifying abilities, and intending to wipe out the entire household, why did he still insist on bringing the ledger?

"I, I'll go right now!"

Dong Cheng scrambled up the stairs, his legs like jelly, feeling as if the area below was unclean, as if bone claws would emerge at any moment to grab his ankles.

"..."

Lin Shu watched him go upstairs and waited for a moment.

Only then did he sit back in his seat.

He reached for the Qi-Replenishing Pills at his waist, only to find his fingers so weak they trembled with exhaustion.

It wasn't until seven or eight pills were swallowed that the bitter taste transformed into medicinal power.

Lin Shu slowly closed his eyes.

When he had first learned this White Bone Soul Burial technique, he had felt something was off.

The scene in that Lone Wolf Howling at the Moon Painting was too vast, and compared to the fifth-grade Ghost Moon Bone-Splitting Hand, it was far too much, feeling like two different levels.

Now that he had used it himself, he finally understood.

At least half of this immortal technique's destructive power came from the illusions it created.

No wonder it was called Soul Burial.

It scared people to death before it even managed to tear them apart.

But even so, simultaneously using the Burial Bone Soul Burial and Red Moon Dharma Eye immortal techniques had nearly drained Lin Shu dry.

[Murder and arson bring golden belts, bridge building and road repair leave no corpses. Killed a lowly life, rewarded with seventy-six Evil Coins.]

Among the many prompts that popped up, this one was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

The others had only basic martial skills, not cultivators. The most expensive was four coins, while the cheapest, Fatty Wang, was only worth two coins.

The five of them combined only yielded fifteen Evil Coins.

As a fellow cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Condensation, this Liu fellow was only twice as valuable as Fatty Tian.

Perhaps it was due to the amount of Qi he had gathered?

Lin Shu shifted his gaze, his attention more focused on the Virtue Coins that followed.

There were seventeen prompts in total, likely encompassing everyone in the Zhao family, from old to young, including servants and maids.

The price for each was one Virtue Coin.

But that was normal. If the family had anyone capable of fighting, that man wouldn't have charged in with just a broom.

"That's about it."

Lin Shu didn't find it little; judging from how a casual remark previously earned him two Virtue Coins.

As long as his status improved and he secured his position, earning Virtue Coins shouldn't be too slow.

For now, he had to digest these coins as quickly as possible.

When dawn broke, he still had to deal with the aftermath.

The vicious constable was also part of the yamen.

Although there was the precedent of Yan Jin clearing an entire street.

His own strength was still inferior to hers, so making some preparations was not wrong.

This was why Lin Shu had asked Dong Cheng to bring the ledger.

As for how to hand it over, and to whom, he had already made up his mind.