Drop Dead!

Lu Shaolin put away the manuals and medicinal oil on the table, then went downstairs to settle the bill.

The meal had cost one tael and two mace of silver, since he had ordered food twice in a row.

Leaving the restaurant, Lu Shaolin swung onto his horse, dug in his heels, and galloped straight for Panshan Village!

By the time he returned to Panshan Village, dusk had fallen.

Lu Shaolin stopped beneath the setting sun a hundred meters from his courtyard gate, took out the Clear-Eye Liquid, and dripped two drops into his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, a layer of blue light covered his pupils.

He looked up at the tree by the courtyard gate. There was nothing there!

Lu Shaolin flicked the reins and rode beneath the tree. He dismounted and tied the reins to the trunk.

He then took out his key and opened the courtyard gate.

The instant the gate opened, a female ghost in red appeared before Lu Shaolin, her hair disheveled and her tongue dangling to her chest!

Her eyes stared at him with venomous hatred!

Fuck your mother!

Lu Shaolin's heart gave a violent jolt. He threw a punch at the ghost's deathly pale face.

With a sharp crack through the air, his casserole-sized fist passed straight through the ghost's head.

Then Lu Shaolin felt a chill around his neck. The female ghost had climbed onto his back, and her slick tongue had wrapped around his throat.

Her head rested on his left shoulder, her eyes fixed on him without blinking.

Lu Shaolin turned his head to look at the ghost's face and bared his teeth in a cruel smile. "You want to play? Fine! I'll play with you properly!"

With that, he entered the courtyard, shut the gate behind him, and walked to the center of the yard.

The moment he reached the middle, Lu Shaolin threw away the Black Iron Spear and circulated the Fire Venom Palm. Both his palms turned blackish-red.

He reached his left hand to his neck, grabbed the ghost's tongue, and yanked it off his throat.

Then he swung it forward. With a whoosh, the ghost was flung from behind Lu Shaolin to in front of him, and Lu Shaolin slammed his right palm into her chest.

With a bang, the ghost was sent flying three meters, her tongue stretching another three meters along with her!

Black smoke rose from where his palm had struck her chest.

Pretty elastic!

Lu Shaolin looked at the tongue in his hand and gave it a savage pull. The ghost flew right back, and he struck her chest with another palm.

With another bang, the ghost was sent flying again.

The ghost let out a shrill scream. Her tongue snapped in half on its own, and she turned to flee.

Lu Shaolin threw away the half of the tongue in his hand, explosively launched himself forward, and grabbed the ghost by the hair.

"Run? Where do you think you're running to?"

Bang! His palm slammed into the ghost's face.

"Weren't you going to avenge your son?"

Bang! Another palm strike.

"Didn't you say you'd come after me even if you became a ghost?"

Bang!

"Die for me!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

The ghost's face was instantly beaten out of shape by Lu Shaolin's palm strikes.

Lu Shaolin smashed his left hand downward, pinning the ghost directly to the ground.

His eyes immediately turned blood-red as he entered a frenzied state.

"Die! Die! Die! Die for me!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lu Shaolin roared madly as he kept striking, his palms raining down on the ghost's face and body.

With every blow, black qi continuously leaked from the ghost.

After more than fifty strikes, the ghost let out a final scream and completely dissipated into the air.

Lu Shaolin quickly stood up and summoned the system panel to check. His Source Points had increased, confirming that the ghost was dead!

Huff... Lu Shaolin let out a long breath. Looking at the deep pit he had beaten into the ground, he stepped over it.

He entered the main hall and drained the tea in the teapot in a single gulp.

The Fire Venom Palm was too weak against resentful souls. He needed to increase its power or find a weapon forged from Fire-Pattern Steel.

By then, night had fully fallen. After resting for a while, Lu Shaolin left the courtyard, led the Black-Mane Horse inside, and tied it beneath the osmanthus tree.

After washing up, he went straight into the bedroom to rest.

He would bring the sisters back tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Lu Shaolin took up his spear, mounted his horse, and headed straight for the county town.

Arriving at the Fortunate Arrival Inn in the county town, Lu Shaolin went to the sisters' room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Dong Jia's voice came from inside.

"It's me."

Lu Shaolin replied with a smile.

"Young Master!"

Dong Jia flung open the door, tears glistening in her eyes as she looked at Lu Shaolin.

"It's all right now. I killed the resentful soul."

Lu Shaolin comforted her.

"Really, Young Master?"

Dong Linger poked her head out from the side.

"Yes, of course it's true. Didn't I come to take you home?"

Lu Shaolin rubbed Dong Linger's little head.

"Are we going back now?"

Dong Jia asked.

"Yes. Pack up, and we'll leave."

Lu Shaolin nodded.

The two sisters packed up, checked out of their room, and followed Lu Shaolin out of the inn.

At the sight of the Black-Mane Horse, Dong Jia's pretty face instantly flushed red.

Lu Shaolin did not notice. He directly lifted both sisters onto the horse, then swung himself up and dug in his heels, heading straight for Panshan Village.

When the three of them rode up to the gate, six fine horses were tied outside. Ma San, Feng Tie, and four others sat beneath the large tree, chatting.

Seeing Lu Shaolin return, all six hurriedly stood and cupped their fists. "Boss!"

"Why are you here?"

Lu Shaolin asked as he jumped off his horse.

"Deputy Hall Master Chen sent someone to call us back. Once we returned, he told us to come here and await your orders!"

Feng Tie stepped forward and replied.

"So that's how it is."

Lu Shaolin nodded, then turned and lifted the sisters down from the horse.

Ma San cupped his fists toward Dong Jia. "Miss Dong!"

"Brother Ma."

Dong Jia gave him a curtsy.

"Oh, right. These are... these are my family, Dong Jia and Dong Linger!"

Lu Shaolin introduced them to the others.

"Miss Dong, Miss Linger!"

Feng Tie, Li Cai, and the others cupped their fists.

Blushing, Dong Jia took Dong Linger's hand and gave Feng Tie and the others another curtsy.

"Let's go inside first! Tie the horses outside. The courtyard isn't that big!"

Lu Shaolin waved his hand.

Hearing him, Dong Jia hurried forward and opened the courtyard gate.

Li Cai went to take hold of Lu Shaolin's Black-Mane Horse.

Lu Shaolin entered the courtyard first and sat down in the main hall.

Feng Tie, Ma San, and the others followed behind and also sat in the main hall.

Dong Jia brought over tea.

"Boss, you killed Ouyang Zheng with one spear strike. The entire Blackwater Gang was shocked!"

Feng Tie said after taking a sip of tea.

"Boss's strength is unfathomable!"

Li Cai said with a smile.

"All right, all right. Can't you stop kissing my ass?"

Lu Shaolin waved them off.

"Hehehe!"

The group laughed awkwardly.

"Young Master, didn't you say you would buy me a bag of candied hawthorns?"

Dong Linger poked her head in from the doorway, then ran over and threw herself into Lu Shaolin's arms.

"Uh, I got busy and forgot. Li Cai, go to the county town and buy some braised meat and good wine. Bring back a bag of candied hawthorns too. You can all eat here at noon."

Lu Shaolin took out ten taels of silver and tossed them to Li Cai.

"Yes, Boss!"

Li Cai rose in acknowledgment, turned, and left the courtyard. Hoofbeats soon rang out.

"All right, he's gone to buy them. He'll bring them back soon."

Lu Shaolin rubbed Dong Linger's head.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Dong Linger's doll-like face bloomed into a smile.