Zhang Zichen was unconvinced, why there are still such scum in the Xiuzhen world, and why Wudang Mountain is so protective.

In the past, Wudang Mountain was in Zhang Zichen's heart, it was a famous and decent family, with a long history, and it was a Taoist leader for thousands of years.

But at this moment, the status of Wudang Mountain plummeted in Zhang Zichen's heart.

The three words Wudang Mountain have become so strange and terrifying!

Yes, it's a demon! It's longer than Ling Zihan, it's longer than the Dead Wood Dao, and even more hateful than their master!

The meal was not very pleasant, to be exact, it was very annoying.

After the meal, Zhang Zichen and the others returned to his room on the twelfth floor to discuss what to do next.

In addition to how to prevent being attacked by Pang Bin of the Wudang faction, there is another thing that Zhang Zichen thinks is the most important, that is, when to investigate Mo Yifei's home No. 118.

In a heated debate, Zhang Zichen thought that he only needed to make this trip alone, because Zhang Zichen's cultivation had reached the late stage of foundation building, and he had the ability to protect himself.

And now the most dangerous thing is Pang Bin's gang, don't look at those people are all famous and decent, but they hide their ruthlessness in their hearts, treat human lives as mustard, and kill them indiscriminately.

So Zhang Zichen decided to let Heitong, a master of the Jindan period, stay, to take care of everyone.

At the beginning, Hei Tong refused to agree, because he was ordered by his master to protect Zhang Zichen.

But later, after Zhang Zichen's persuasion, Hei Tong agreed to let Zhang Zichen act alone, because he also knew Zhang Zichen's secret: Zhang Zichen's meridians and dantian were five times larger than ordinary people, and that's it, except for people in the Jindan realm, no one could harm him, let alone those ghosts.

Now that a consensus has been reached on this matter, Zhang Zichen did not stay in the hotel for too long, he cleaned up casually, said goodbye to everyone, and walked out of the hotel.

Seeing Zhang Zichen's figure disappear at the door of the Huangpujiang Hotel, everyone left and returned to the room.

But none of them expected that when Zhang Zichen walked out of the hotel and slowly moved forward on the road, a shadow hiding in the dark stared at his back, revealing a vicious look.

After taking a closer look, I found that this shadow was Wudang's fourth senior brother Cheng Dongcheng!

Cheng Dongcheng saw Zhang Zichen walk out of the hotel, and immediately ran upstairs, the room where these Taoist priests of the Wudang Sect lived was on the eighth floor.

Cheng Dongcheng did not hesitate to press the elevator to the eighth floor, and then hurriedly knocked on the door of a room.

"Second Senior Brother, open the door!" Cheng Dongcheng said urgently.

After a while, the second senior brother Pang Bin came out and opened the door.

"Four, where have you been? Look at you sweating, why are you in such a hurry?" Pang Bin's face was full of lightness, if Zhang Zichen knew that Pang Bin at this time was not only not punished, but lived well, I don't know what he would think.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the third junior sister of the Wudang faction for being too protective, and those words just now were just to find a reason to let Pang Bin get out.

Once Pang Bin escaped, no one would care about him anymore.

Cheng Dongcheng stood at the door, wiping the sweat on his face, and hurried: "Second Senior Brother, just now you asked me to stare at the door of the hall on the first floor to see if the group went out alone." ”

"Yes, have they already walked out of the door of the Huangpu River Hotel?" Pang Bin said in surprise.

"Yes! It's the one who went against you just now, and he actually walked out of the door of the hotel alone!" Cheng Dongcheng affirmed.

"Alone, isn't he looking for death?" Pang Bin smiled evilly, his eyes showed a hint of murderous intent, "Call the others, let's go together!"

"It's the third senior brother!" can kill people with the hands of demons and monsters again, even Cheng Dongcheng was excited, he took the order, and went to call out the people in the other rooms.

"Wait for death!" Pang Bin snorted coldly, and led everyone to the elevator in a mighty way.

"Second Senior Brother, if Senior Sister and Senior Uncle Ancestor ask, what should we do?" Cheng Dongcheng is not without concerns, his concerns are the Senior Uncle and Third Senior Sister in the room, these two people are monsters in the Jindan period.

Especially that Shi Shuzu, it has been many years since he entered the Jindan stage, and no one knows how his cultivation is now.

But Pang Bin smiled at this matter: "Four, you are so stupid, when we come back, catch a few ghosts by the way, and then we will go on patrol, isn't it simple?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the second senior brother is smart!" Cheng Dongcheng's sycophant can be regarded as being photographed, and Pang Bin's heart blossomed.

So after Zhang Zichen left, Pang Bin and Cheng Dongcheng, the eight Wudang Taoist priests, also followed them to the depths of the riverside street.

As Sun Desheng said, the loss of yang energy in this place of Riverside Street is strict, and the yin energy is cold and piercing, and it is strange that such a place is not haunted.

The further you go along this desolate street, the heavier the yin qi becomes, and Zhang Zichen believes that ordinary Taoist priests will never dare to go deep here, otherwise they will definitely be swallowed by this yin qi.

Huhuhu-

The wind was whirring in Zhang Zichen's ears, which was the sound produced by the flow of yin qi.

What is the reason for the loss of yang energy in this area?

What are the secrets inside House 118?

Zhang Zichen became more and more curious about these questions, so he quickened his pace and moved forward.

Within two minutes of walking, a ghost appeared in front of Zhang Zichen, this was a female ghost, dressed in white, with red eyes.

Looking at this situation, the ghosts in this place are much more powerful than in other places, Zhang Zichen used a ghost fixing talisman and a ghost sealing talisman to seal this ghost.

On the way to No. 118, Zhang Zichen encountered more than 20 ghosts in a row, and some of them were ghosts who ran away when they saw him.

Zhang Zichen didn't feel strange about so many ghosts appearing together, he had already counted them in his heart.

"Sister Mo, Sister Mo, what happened to her?"

Zhang Zichen frowned, with questions in his heart, and gradually approached No. 118.

If it was in the past, this house was definitely an ordinary house, and it was a relatively old house in Shanghai.

It is a three-storey house, but the house is surrounded by a shaped yard, and not far behind the house is the Huangpu River.

But from a distance, this house reveals a chill, as if it is a black whirlpool, and all the yin energy around it is leaking from here.

With the doubts in his heart, Zhang Zichen finally stood at the gate of House No. 118.