Chapter 22: I've Seen a Ghost

  Old Wang's tavern, in a quiet private room.

  The old man's face changed drastically, and a strong murderous aura appeared in his eyes. He glared at Hao Shen Yi and shouted: "You old devil, have you gone mad?"

  Hao Shen's eyes narrowed slightly, with a sharp glint in the depths of his eyes. Ignoring the hunchbacked old man, he looked at Zhang Yi and said: "I don't know where that old Saint Hand God Doctor is, but... I do know where his apprentice is!"

  Is he your apprentice?

  He should also be a skilled doctor?

  "Where?"

  Zhang Yi looked puzzled.

  "Far in the sky and near at hand." Dr. Hao smiled calmly.

  What?

  Zhang Yi's butt had just landed on the chair when he heard Hao Shen's words, his expression stunned for a moment before suddenly jumping up from the chair, staring at Hao Shen with wide eyes, and a look of incredulity appearing on his face.

  The hunchbacked old man stiffened, shouting in a startled voice: "Old Devil, what nonsense are you spouting? This young whippersnapper is... the disciple of that old codger Holy God?"

  Hao Shen Yi stroked his snow-white beard with a seemingly careless air, but his piercing eyes were fixed intently on Zhang Yi. He asked calmly, "Young man, don't be surprised. If I'm not mistaken, your master's surname is Mo, isn't it? Mo Wenhua!"

  Zhang Yi suddenly grabbed Yin Yin and held her tightly in his arms, looking at Hao Shen with a guarded expression, asking in a low voice: "What kind of people are you?"

  People become more astute with age!

  This idiom is most suitable to describe the two old men.

  The old man with a hunched back looked at Zhang Yi's reaction, and the cane in his hand was thrown aside. His stooping body suddenly straightened up, and a vast aura emanated from him, taking a step forward towards Zhang Yi. Unable to control the excitement in his heart, his shoulders trembled slightly as he asked urgently: "Tell us, is your master really Mo Wenhua? Is it that old scoundrel Mo Wenhua?"

  "Shut up!"

  Zhang Yi's face was filled with anger as he glared at the hunchbacked old man, his voice low and menacing: "If you dare to show disrespect to my master again in your words, don't blame me for being impolite."

  The old man's body shook violently, but instead of anger, he burst out laughing: "Hahaha... Great, that immortal thing, the Holy Spirit, is really still alive... Hahaha..."

  Amidst loud and wild laughter, two lines of turbid tears overflowed from his eye sockets and slid down his wrinkled face.

  Zhang Yi could tell from the old man's tone that he was being sarcastic.

  No malice intended!

  So...

  Is Master really a divine doctor with sacred hands?

  Hao Shen Yi's eyes also had tears of joy flowing in them, with a look of admiration, he said: "Young man, you still haven't told me your name?"

  "My name is Zhang Yi."

  Hao Shen Yi nodded silently, controlling his emotions, and asked: "Zhang Yi, your master... is he all right?"

  "My master is very good, eats well, sleeps well, is very healthy, and smiles every day."

  Hao Shen Yi rolled his eyes in exasperation, a hint of anger flashing across his face: "This heartless old man, my brother and I have been worried sick about him for twenty whole years, twenty years! And yet he's always smiling from ear to ear? It's infuriating, really infuriating. From now on, whenever I see him, I'll have to beat him until his nose is blue and his face is swollen just to vent my anger."

  Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: "Two seniors... are you really old friends of my master?"

  Hao Shen Yi raised an eyebrow: "Didn't your master ever mention me to you?"

  Zhang Yi shook his head and said, "My master has never mentioned his past. However, my dad once told me that my master came to our village twenty years ago, when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, it was my dad and several elderly people in the village who saved him."

  Two strands of killing intent suddenly erupted from Hao Yifan and the hunchbacked old man, causing the temperature in the entire private room to drop by several degrees.

  Yin Yin, being young, felt the drop in temperature and saw the angry faces of the two old men. She quickly wrapped her arms around Zhang Yi's neck, looking frightened.

  "Uncle, I'm scared..."

  In a timid voice, with a few trembles.

  Zhang Wei stroked Yin Yin's soft and smooth hair a few times, saying softly: "Yin Yin, don't be afraid. The two seniors didn't mean any harm."

  As he spoke, he raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Two seniors, although I don't know what happened in the past, you both look like this will scare the little kids."

  As Zhang Yi's words faded away, the two massive auras that had almost suffocated everyone disappeared, and the temperature in the room returned to normal.

  Hao Shen Yi was just about to speak when a loud shout suddenly came from outside the tavern door:

  "Old wine ghost, where did you die? Come out and come out. Today, Brother Tiger is in a bad mood. Hurry up and pay the protection fee."

  The furious expression had not completely dissipated from Hao's face, a few hints of a sly smile floated on his face. As he rose into the air, his voice came out with an ominous tone: "Old ghost, don't stop me, I've been suppressing myself for 20 years, someone has come to let me vent, it's heaven's mercy."

  Zhang Yi stared at Hao Shen Yi in shock, his feet unconsciously retreating two steps.

  Float?

  He just clearly saw that Hao Shen Yi seemed to have detached himself from gravity and floated up from his chair.

  Flesh and blood!

  Can it float?

  However, what happened next was even more astonishing:

  Hao Shen Yi's figure transformed into a ghostly shadow, and with a long, lingering phantom, he disappeared from sight.

  "What? Am I seeing ghosts? He..."

  With his lips moving slightly, Zhang Yi turned his head towards the hunchbacked old man with great difficulty and asked in a low voice.

  The old man with a hump on his back looked at Zhang Yi's eyes, which were already different from the beginning. His eyes seemed to contain a few hints of satisfaction and doting, as if he was looking at a younger generation, just like Mo Wenfeng looking at Zhang Yi. After the angry expression on his face disappeared, he smiled and said: "Although I don't understand why your master didn't teach you the cultivation method, but you are his disciple, we don't need to hide it from you. The three of us are legendary ancient warriors, practicing internal energy, cultivating our bodies and souls, possessing speed and strength that ordinary people do not have."

  Zhang Yi's mouth twitched a few times, and he suddenly remembered the "Hui Chun Jue" that he had inexplicably learned.

  That...

  Isn't it just a cultivation method?

  The hunchbacked old man said faintly: "Let's go out! I need to keep an eye on that old devil, lest he goes crazy and kills someone."

  Zhang Yi was startled, watching the hunchbacked old man pick up his cane again, his body stooping once more as he walked out of the private room door, and immediately followed closely behind him, leaving the private room.

  A humble tavern hall.

  Two 23- or 24-year-old tavern attendants glared at the six young men with arrogant expressions, who were led by a youth with a ferocious scar on his cheek that looked like a terrifying centipede crawling across it. His bald head also had several scars.

  "In the past, I have killed countless people, but I always gave them a chance. Today, I'm giving you all a chance too - leave immediately and never appear in front of me again, or else... you will die today."

  His tall and straight figure, the murderous aura surrounding Hao Shen Yi, where was that gentle appearance? That murderous appearance, it was as if he was a god of death who could take lives at will.

  Life-Stealing Demon Doctor?

  Zhang Yi suddenly understood why Hao Shen was given such a nickname.

  He saw that in the gap between Hao's fingers, a cold light appeared, which was twelve silver needles.

  The young man at the front, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, his eyes scanning over the old man with a hump and Zhang Yi before fixing on Hao Shen Yi with a cold sneer: "Hao Shen Yi, you once treated my injuries, I'll forgive you this one time. Don't think that just because we usually treat you with respect, you can be arrogant. From today on, your medical hall will also have to pay us protection fees like all the other shops, otherwise..."

  Hao Shen Yi's eyes gleamed with a cold light as he asked indifferently:

  "What if not?"

  The scar-faced young man sneered, "Otherwise, your medical hall will be closed earlier, and then roll away obediently."

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  Hao Shen Yi's hands moved slightly, and the twelve silver needles shot out instantly, piercing the shoulders of six young men in the blink of an eye.

  At this moment!

  Zhang Yicai's keen discovery was that the tail of those twelve silver needles were actually tied with twelve fine silver threads.

  "Rise..."

  A cold voice came from Hao Shen Yi's mouth.

  Twelve silver threads, pulled taut and straight, rose into the air as Hao's hands lifted off the ground. The six young men, their shoulders pierced through, slowly floated up, their faces contorted in terror as they struggled desperately but could not break free.

  "Heavens! What did I just see? Is this... a miracle?" Zhang Yi secretly exclaimed in his heart.

  The hunchbacked old man smiled bitterly and said, "Old Demon, don't go crazy, they are ordinary people. If you kill them, we will have to move again."

  "Hmm..."

  Hao Shen's expression changed, and a cold hum suddenly emanated from his nostrils. His ten fingers seemed to be typing on an invisible keyboard, causing the twelve silver threads to quiver. The six youths' bodies were lifted up from about two meters high in mid-air, only to be slammed back down again before being quickly lifted up once more.

  Time and time again, it crashes to the ground, time and time again, it is lifted up.

  It was as if they were playing a game of "whack the mole", six young people screaming and begging for mercy, their heads cracked and bleeding, their bodies wracked with pain.

  Zhang Yi hastily stepped forward two steps, strongly suppressing the shock in his heart, and said urgently: "Senior, killing people is against the law, they have been punished enough, please spare their lives!"

  Hao Shen's expression was stunned for a moment. As the six people fell to the ground again, he turned his head towards Zhang Yi.

  "You... plead for these idle and blackmailing rascals?"

  Zhang Yi said in a low voice, "That's right, they may not be doing the right thing, and they are extorting money, but their crime is not punishable by death. You've already made them suffer enough, you can't really kill them for these evil deeds, can you?"

  Hao Shen Yi stared blankly at Zhang Yi for a good long while, before finally cursing in annoyance: "Damn it, another soft-hearted master. No wonder, that old thing Sheng Shen's disciple isn't some kind and gentle soul. Consider these few little rabbits lucky."

  His fingers snapped once, and in an instant, the twelve silver needles shot back from the shoulders of the six young men, falling back into the gaps between his fingers.

  "What's going on? Who is causing trouble here?"

  A loud shout came from outside the tavern door. A beautiful girl with a heroic spirit, wearing a police uniform, strode into the tavern.