Slay Every Evil Spirit Under Heaven
"Coming!" Li Ping responded. "Brother Lin, the situation is urgent, I have to go now."
"Alright, Brother Li, take care!" Lin Qing cupped his hands in greeting.
In just a few breaths, the group of Evil-Exorcism Team Constable had all vanished without a trace.
"The Evil-Exorcism Team's Constable are far too busy," Wei Dong remarked from the side.
"Yes, luckily Brother Wei Dong and Brother Lin Qing were both assigned to the Corpse Collection Team, otherwise people would have been worried to death," Lin Shurou said with a smile.
"Haha, Lin Daiyu is so considerate." Wei Dong laughed again.
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A moment later, the door to Chen Family School was kicked open.
Song Heilong, wearing a Pure White Mask and followed by a large group of men in black, barged into the courtyard.
The people in the school were immediately alerted. An old man rushed out of the house. He was the school's lecturer, Master Chen, followed by a dozen or so children of varying ages, the oldest no more than thirteen and the youngest no more than six.
These children were all dressed in tattered clothes, some of them didn't even have a pair of straw sandals. They were all poor people who couldn't afford to go to school.
Master Chen retired from the capital and returned to his hometown. Seeing the plight of these children, he set up a school there, not to make money, but to do good deeds and give the children an opportunity to broaden their horizons and increase their knowledge.
Upon seeing the Pure White Mask, Master Chen's expression suddenly changed drastically.
During this time, a rumor circulated in the Prefectural City that a person wearing Pure White Mask was a demon walking among humans, who killed without hesitation, was ruthless and vicious, and even specialized in snatching children.
Countless people have suffered as a result, and countless children have mysteriously disappeared.
At this moment, a dozen or so Constable rushed out of another room next door and immediately drew their swords to block Master Chen and the others.
"Master, hurry and go! I'll stop them!"
These people were specially placed here by the Soul-Calming Office Suppression Division to protect Master Chen and others, because the school had children, making it a prime target for the Yinyuan Sect.
Originally, there were three teams of Constable here, each with twelve men.
Just now, the nearby Red Leaf Tower was suddenly attacked, and two teams of Constable were temporarily transferred away, greatly reducing the strength of the defense. Unexpectedly, no sooner had those two teams of Constable left than the people from the Yinyuan Sect came to the door. In an instant, the situation became extremely dangerous.
"Run!" Master Chen didn't hesitate and led more than a dozen children to flee towards the back door.
"Trying to leave? Die, all of you!" Song Heilong charged forward, sword in hand.
In an instant, the two groups were locked in combat, swords flashing and blood flying everywhere.
In just three moves, the leading Constable was beheaded by Song Heilong with a single stroke.
In an instant, the morale of the remaining Constable collapsed, and they scattered and fled.
"Chase!
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Song Heilong was ruthless. He charged forward with his knife, killing four Constable in a short time.
"Set it on fire!" Song Heilong sheathed his sword, his Pure White Mask splattered with the blood of the Constable, like a few scarlet flowers, adding to his fierce appearance.
"Yes, sir!"
Several men in black appeared from behind and poured a large amount of Blazing Oil onto several nearby wooden houses. This oil was extremely potent, igniting instantly upon contact with fire and remaining inextinguishable by water. It was also extremely hot, capable of melting gold and iron. Even the corpses of Martial Artist at the True Astral Force and True Essence Realm could not withstand it and would be burned to ashes in an instant.
Song Heilong then used his Lightness Skill to quickly chase after Master Chen and the others in the direction they had fled.
In just over ten breaths, Master Chen and his group were blocked by Song Heilong, who descended from the sky.
Master Chen turned pale with fright, and the group of children behind him trembled with fear.
"Master, what should we do?"
Master Chen tried to calm himself down, patted the shoulder of the youngest child beside him, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Master is here."
Song Heilong slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the dozen or so children, and said coldly, "Not bad, the Spirit-Devouring Demon Child will definitely like you."
Madam Chen took a deep breath, struggling to overcome her fear, and pleaded, "These children come from poor families and have never done anything immoral. Please, sir, spare them. If you wish to take them back to worship the Evil Spirits, then take me with you."
"You old codger, what value do you have?" Song Heilong sneered, suddenly drawing his sidearm.
"What goes around comes around. Your actions are so cruel and utterly devoid of conscience. You will surely be punished in the future!" Master Chen cursed.
Suddenly, Song Heilong's figure flashed, and he rushed in front of Master Chen. With a flash of light, Master Chen's angry shouts stopped abruptly, and a head rolled to the ground.
"Teacher!" the oldest child cried out, his eyes filled with hatred and anger. In their eyes, the teacher was not a father, but he was more than a father. When they couldn't even get a bite to eat, it was the teacher who cooked rice porridge for them. It was also the teacher who took them in at the school in the cold winter. Otherwise, they would have frozen and starved to death long ago.
The tragic death of such a beloved and respected benefactor before their eyes had a devastating impact on all the children's hearts. The younger children, whose hearts were already fragile, were stunned into silence, while the older children's fear was suddenly replaced by anger and hatred.
"I'll fight you to the death!" The boy gritted his teeth and lunged at Song Heilong.
Another slash, and the boy's head rolled to the ground.
"Kneel down, or this is what will happen to this little beast!" Song Heilong shouted sternly.
The remaining children and teenagers were completely bewildered and knelt down on the ground.
At that moment, footsteps came from the alley entrance; it was the group of Black-Clad Martial Artist.
"Sir, several wooden buildings of the Chen Family School have been set ablaze!" the leader reported.
Song Heilong glanced over and saw a column of black smoke rising into the sky from the direction of the school.
His gaze was icy as he swept over the dozen or so trembling children, showing no pity whatsoever.
Master Chen's words had a momentary impact on him, causing him to waver for a fleeting instant in his resolve. However, this wavering was quickly replaced by a firm conviction.
"Good and evil are illusions; only the power you hold in your hands is real. Slaughtering one person is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand makes you a king. Blame yourselves for being too weak. Take them away!" Song Heilong sheathed his sword.
"Yes!"
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Half an hour later, Wang Ling, carrying a long sword and dressed in white, stood in front of the former gate of Chen Family School, which was now a ruin.
"My lord, we are incompetent. Master Chen has been killed, and many children have been taken away!" Behind him, a burly man in black, carrying a huge spiked club, lowered his head, his eyes filled with regret.
He was twice as tall as the others standing behind him, like a small giant. He was one of the Corpse Collection Team Constable Chief, named Tu Jiuqian.
Due to the recent crisis, the Yinyuan Sect Fiend have been attacking everywhere. Even though a large number of new constables have been Constable this year, the Evil-Exorcism Team often faces a shortage of manpower. Therefore, Wang Ling draws manpower from the corpse collection team, the Night Patrol Team, and even the Yin-Yang Bureau and the Netherworld Pacification Bureau. Tu Jiuqian is one such example.
"This is not your fault, the responsibility lies with me. Let's go. One day, I will wield my sword and slay all the Evil Spirits and demons under heaven!" Wang Ling turned and left, his figure appearing somewhat lonely in the misty rain.
Tu Jiuqian and the others watched his retreating figure, looked at the ruins before them, and recalled the story of Wang Ling. Suddenly, they understood why Wang Ling had been so ruthless in his treatment of the Yinyuan Sect Fiend —because they truly deserved to die.