Chapter 110: Grandmaster, Save Me!

Zhang Wei was just about to move when Uncle Feng immediately pulled him back, signaling with his eyes.

A rope dropped down from above the window, followed by a piece of black cloth, and then, Konishi Michiko appeared at the window.

Zhang Wei took the Eight Trigrams Mirror from his bosom and gripped it in his hand, while Uncle Feng used a towel to wipe down Lin Jiajun's body.

Konishi Michiko smiled to herself, tied one end of the rope into a loop, and then cast a spell to make the rope slowly fly over and snare Uncle Feng.

The next second, Zhang Wei pulled out a Fire Talisman and stuck it onto the rope; the flames rapidly spread toward Konishi Michiko's side.

Zhang Wei then turned around and shone the Eight Trigrams Mirror at Konishi Michiko.

"Ah!"

Konishi Michiko raised her hand to block the golden light, then jumped out of the window.

But Zhang Wei saw a black shadow fly up.

Zhang Wei immediately said, "Uncle, I'm going to the rooftop!"

Uncle Feng nodded and said, "Be careful."

Zhang Wei immediately climbed onto the rooftop, and Konishi Michiko was standing on the antenna mast.

He stared fixedly at Konishi Michiko, holding the Eight Trigrams Mirror in one hand and a Divine Talisman in the other, and shouted, "You evil heretics are no match for my Maoshan Arts; it's not too late to confess and surrender now!"

Zhang Wei's trash-talking made Konishi Michiko's smile fade, and her expression turned ugly.

She let out a cold snort and waved both hands, and curtains bearing the Nine-Chrysanthemum crest appeared all around, surrounding him.

Zhang Wei did not act rashly; he continued to stare at Konishi Michiko.

Konishi Michiko took out a cold chrysanthemum and twisted it, and the petals instantly scattered all over the ground.

The next second, those concrete floor tiles floated up and flew toward Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei immediately dodged, then pulled out a handful of Divine Talismans and threw them out, shouting, "As the law commands, be swift!"

The Divine Talismans exploded instantly, shattering all the incoming concrete slabs.

Konishi Michiko's expression tightened, and she took out another cold chrysanthemum and threw it on the ground.

The cold chrysanthemum stood on the ground spinning, petals scattering everywhere, and more concrete slabs flew up, flying toward Zhang Wei from all directions.

Zhang Wei hurriedly performed a donkey-roll to dodge the first wave of attacks, then held the Eight Trigrams Mirror and shouted, "As the law commands, be swift!"

The Eight Trigrams Mirror shone with brilliant golden light, and a beam of golden light struck the spinning cold chrysanthemum.

"Boom!"

The cold chrysanthemum exploded directly, and the concrete slabs that had just been flying in the air fell to the ground.

A few pieces even smashed into Zhang Wei.

"Ouch."

Zhang Wei rubbed his aching head and looked at Konishi Michiko.

Konishi Michiko stood up, took off her cloak and threw it on the ground, then formed a hand seal; the center of the cloak immediately bulged and turned into a ball.

"Whoosh!"

Intense fire suddenly erupted, and the cloak turned into a fireball.

Under Konishi Michiko's control, the fireball rapidly rushed toward Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei used his old trick, shooting another beam of golden light.

The fireball immediately split, turning into a pile of small fireballs that hovered all around.

Then they converged back into a large fireball and charged again.

Zhang Wei was greatly alarmed and hurriedly shouted, "Golden Light Body Protection, as the law commands, be swift!"

The fireball flew over and crashed directly into a golden Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams, being blocked and sent back.

Konishi Michiko, behind it, immediately cast a spell, and a fire arrow shot out from the center of the fireball; Zhang Wei immediately used the Eight Trigrams Mirror to block the incoming direction.

The fire arrow was deflected and shot directly into Konishi Michiko's shoulder, and she hurriedly waved her hand to extinguish the fire.

But this made Konishi Michiko somewhat annoyed and embarrassed.

She formed a hand seal again, and the fireball turned into a fire net, surrounding Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei hurriedly bit his index finger, smeared the blood on the Eight Trigrams Mirror, and then spun around, creating a circle of golden light that shattered the enclosing fire net.

Konishi Michiko also suffered a backlash and was shaken back several steps.

Seeing her spell broken, Zhang Wei immediately rushed forward, but Konishi Michiko hurriedly threw a smoke bomb and vanished from the spot instantly.

Zhang Wei looked around, but Konishi Michiko was nowhere to be seen.

He had no choice but to take out a compass and a Coin Sword, smear the blood from his index finger onto the Coin Sword, and chant, "As the law commands, be swift!"

The compass needle began to move, and at the same time, the Coin Sword also pointed in a direction.

Within a few seconds, both the compass needle and the Coin Sword pointed behind him; Zhang Wei immediately turned around and struck out with a Divine Talisman, which indeed burned a piece of black cloth.

The next second, Konishi Michiko appeared behind Zhang Wei and reached out to grab him, but the Coin Sword flew up and headed toward her.

Konishi Michiko hurriedly raised her hand to block.

"Ah!"

Konishi Michiko threw another smoke bomb and disappeared.

Zhang Wei looked around, but Konishi Michiko was nowhere to be seen.

The surrounding curtains rustled, and Zhang Wei stared intently at the movements around him.

Then, the figure of Zhou Li appeared.

Zhang Wei immediately shone the Eight Trigrams Mirror at him, and Zhou Li smiled contemptuously: "I am not a practitioner of Daoist arts; your Daoist arts are useless against me."

Having said that, Zhou Li threw a punch, and Zhang Wei hurriedly retreated and put away his magical artifacts.

He said angrily, "Traitor, don't underestimate my martial arts!"

"Hah!"

Zhou Li let out a loud shout and swept his leg over; Zhang Wei raised his arms to block, and both of them retreated two steps.

"Hiss."

Zhang Wei shook his arm, which had gone a bit numb.

Zhou Li's face twitched, and he also twisted his foot.

Behind Zhang Wei, the Pen Spirit appeared quietly; her black hair spread out rapidly and bound Zhang Wei's hands and feet directly.

Zhang Wei was unable to move, his expression changing drastically.

The long-vanished Michiko Konishi appeared once again, a triumphant smile appearing on her beautiful face.

"Rip!"

Before Michiko Konishi could finish gloating, the surrounding curtain was torn apart, and Uncle Feng rushed in carrying a box.

Zhang Wei shouted, "Uncle, I've been ambushed."

Uncle Feng didn't say a word and took out the Dharma treasure inside: the Xiezhi Divine Light Mirror.

This was one of the Dharma treasures Zhang Sheng had given him.

Uncle Feng held the Xiezhi Divine Light Mirror and shone it at the Pen Spirit; the Pen Spirit immediately began to shriek, and her black hair evaporated rapidly.

Zhang Wei fell directly to the ground.

Ignoring the pain, he immediately took out his Coin Sword, bit his finger to smear blood on it, and shouted, "Hurry as the law commands!"

The Coin Sword, wrapped in golden light, quickly pierced into the Pen Spirit's heart.

"Ah!"

With a scream from the Pen Spirit, she vanished into ashes in an instant.

Seeing this, Michiko Konishi immediately wanted to flee, and Uncle Feng shouted at once, "Don't let her run!"

Zhang Wei immediately threw the Coin Sword, and it flew toward Michiko Konishi.

Zhou Li, loyal to his master, flew over to intercept it, but Zhang Wei could control the movement of the Coin Sword, which bypassed Zhou Li directly and flew toward Michiko Konishi.

Michiko Konishi immediately swung her rope to force the Coin Sword back, but the Coin Sword kept flying around her.

Zhou Li, who had fallen to the ground, stood up immediately; Zhang Wei jumped up and kicked him over to the ground.

He then took out the Eight Trigrams Mirror and shone it at Michiko Konishi.

The golden light shone on her face.

"Ah!"

Michiko Konishi let out a miserable scream as the Coin Sword pierced into her heart. Her corpse fell directly beside Zhou Li.

Zhou Li roared, "No!"

He pulled out the Coin Sword and threw it to the side.

The previously dead Michiko Konishi opened her eyes, grabbed Zhou Li's neck, and the flesh and blood on his body were instantly absorbed by Michiko Konishi.

That Michiko Konishi no longer had her previous beautiful appearance; her face was withered like tree bark, and her eyes were deeply sunken, glowing with a red light.

Her previously sweet voice had also turned into beast-like gibberish.

Uncle Feng immediately warned, "Be careful, A-Wei, she has fallen into demonic possession."

"Crack, crack, crack."

In the sky above, a dry thunderstorm struck, and a bolt of heavenly lightning hit the antenna, sending out countless sparks.

Zhang Wei was startled and retreated repeatedly.

He backed up to Uncle Feng's side and asked, "How do we deal with a demon, Uncle?"

Uncle Feng frowned and said, "This kind of corpse that becomes possessed after death is immune to the five poisons, cannot be destroyed by fire, is extremely tough, possesses infinite strength, and is immortal; I fear our Dharma artifacts will be of no use."

Zhang Wei said in great alarm, "Then what should we do?"

"Bang!"

Lin Jiajun and Miao Zhiwei pushed open the door to the rooftop and rushed up; Miao Zhiwei shouted loudly, "Watch out!"

He threw a gas canister, which rolled directly to Michiko Konishi's side.

Lin Jiajun immediately raised his gun and hit the gas canister.

"Boom!"

The gas canister exploded, the floor where Michiko Konishi stood shattered, and she fell down, buried by a pile of concrete blocks.

Fortunately, the owner of the apartment on the floor below was not home, otherwise there might have been casualties.

However, the massive explosion of the gas canister still caused panic among the residents in the building.

Some people opened their doors to ask what was happening, while others had already called the police.

Miao Zhiwei stepped forward and looked, saying, "She should be dead now."

Lin Jiajun said happily, "She was blown up by a gas canister; she must be dead."

Miao Zhiwei seemed to think of something and said in distress, "It's over, how am I going to write the report?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the buried concrete blocks exploded outward.

Michiko Konishi rushed out and roared loudly.

Miao Zhiwei and Lin Jiajun were so scared they retreated repeatedly; Uncle Feng and Zhang Wei's expressions changed, and they rushed to the gap to look, only to see Michiko Konishi walking toward the door, while someone outside was knocking on the door to ask about the situation.

Uncle Feng jumped down immediately, holding the Xiezhi Divine Light Mirror to shine at Michiko Konishi.

A golden light enveloped Michiko Konishi, and she began to walk with difficulty.

Uncle Feng shouted, "A-Wei, I can't hold this for long; can you invoke the Grandmaster?"

Zhang Wei replied hurriedly, "I already invoked him once this afternoon, Uncle."

Uncle Feng shouted, "Try again!"

Zhang Wei had no choice but to pull out three sticks of incense he carried with him, light them, and bow, saying, "I beg the Grandmaster for help!"

In the darkness, Zhang Wei felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

The next second, that powerful force appeared within his body.

This time he could not control it himself; he could only watch his body walk up to Michiko Koshino, then hear himself chant: "Thunder."

The next second, a bolt of thunder appeared out of thin air, striking Michiko Koshino directly and instantly turning her into charcoal.

And Michiko Koshino's soul was also blasted into smithereens.

As soon as the danger was gone, the powerful force left Zhang Wei's body; Zhang Wei rolled his eyes back and collapsed limply to the ground.

Uncle Feng immediately stepped forward to catch Zhang Wei and checked on him.

Lin Jiajun and Miao Zhiwei hurriedly asked: "Uncle, how is Wei-ge?"

Uncle Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's alright, I'm afraid he'll have to lie in the hospital for a while."

The next day, Superintendent Ma said with a bitter face: "You've got to be kidding, brother. I just helped you handle the morgue, and now you've blown up a residential building; how am I supposed to explain this?"

Uncle Feng said with an indifferent expression: "Tell the truth. How many times do I have to say it?"

Superintendent Ma said firmly: "Feng Laosi, what kind of attitude is that? Is this how you talk to your superior?"

Uncle Feng glanced at Superintendent Ma and said calmly: "You don't think this is the only time you'll be begging me, do you?"

Superintendent Ma's tone faltered, then he smiled bitterly: "Feng Laosi, you have to be understanding of my position."

Uncle Feng stood up directly and said: "I need to go see A-Wei."

Having said that, he left the office immediately.

Superintendent Ma immediately said to Lin Jiajun: "Make the report look good!"

Having said that, he immediately pushed his wheelchair and chased out of the office, shouting: "Feng Laosi, wait for me!"

Before long, the two arrived at the hospital; Zhang Wei was still lying on the bed in a deep sleep, and Zhong Lian was taking care of him on the side.

Superintendent Ma asked: "What did the doctor say?"

Zhong Lian replied: "Uncle Ma, the doctor said Wei-ge is suffering from a lack of nutrition and physical exhaustion, and needs to recuperate."

Uncle Feng said: "He overexerted himself by inviting the Ancestor Master to possess him; this is the consequence. Don't worry, there is no danger to his life."

Superintendent Ma nodded and said: "That's good. Feng Laosi, why don't you go find your Martial Uncle? With him taking action, Zhang Wei wouldn't have to lie in a hospital bed."

Uncle Feng said expressionlessly: "Why bother Martial Uncle with such a small matter? Alright, you don't need to worry about it."

Superintendent Ma gave Uncle Feng a look and went outside.

Uncle Feng had no choice but to follow him out.

Superintendent Ma said: "The impact of this incident is huge. I am trying to find a way to have the department establish a special ghost-catching unit. Are you interested?"

Uncle Feng glanced at Superintendent Ma and immediately asked: "You are hiding something from me. Does it have to do with my Martial Uncle?"

Seeing this, Superintendent Ma smiled: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you. This matter is top secret. Do you want to hear it?"

"Speak."

Superintendent Ma had no choice but to say: "Originally, those people at the top didn't believe in gods and ghosts, but you know that pagoda building on Lingjiao Hill on Lamma Island, right?"

Uncle Feng nodded: "Of course I know. That is the building my Martial Uncle constructed."

Superintendent Ma nodded: "Correct. Some people saw police officers frequently entering and exiting there, but we sent people to check and didn't see any police officers."

"Moreover, the people inside looked lifeless, and a careful inspection revealed no problems."

Uncle Feng immediately asked: "How could there be a problem there?"

Superintendent Ma looked around and said: "That's what everyone thought, until a colleague saw the police officers coming and going at night, and among them, some saw colleagues who had already died in the line of duty."

Uncle Feng said very seriously: "What do you mean by that? Is headquarters suspecting my Martial Uncle?"

Superintendent Ma lowered his voice and said: "That colleague saw those fake police officers bringing dead people into the pagoda building. Do you understand now?"

Uncle Feng said in surprise: "You suspect that those fake police officers are Underworld Messengers?"

Superintendent Ma nodded with a grave expression and said: "You know how much of an impact it would have if these things that shouldn't be scientific appeared in reality."

Uncle Feng remained silent.

(End of chapter)