90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 32

A dilapidated residential house in Xiatang Village.

The altar in the yard had already been set up. Yu Heng was wearing a black Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand and a crescent-shaped crown on his head. He looked exactly like the master that everyone imagined.

Zhang Sichen stood not far away, rubbing his hands, his dark triangular eyes full of excitement.

As long as the master's method succeeds, all the property of the Zhang family will be his!

The Zhang family’s property should be handed over to him.

Before he died, the old man said that he was not of the Zhang family and that his mother was pregnant when she married into the Zhang family. That was all bullshit! He was clearly partial to Zhang Sili and Zhang Siyuan! Just because they were better at studying than him, but what was the use of being good at studying? Didn’t the third child run away abroad?

He wants to take back what belongs to him! After getting rid of Zhang Sili's family, he will use the same method to deal with Zhang Siyuan and seize all the Zhang family's property!

Zhang Lingfei stood beside Zhang Sichen with his hands folded, his triangular eyes, exactly the same as his father's, filled with malice.

Zhang Zhaofeng is dead, and next it is the turn of Zhang Sili and Zhang Zhaonian. Once Zhang Zhaofeng kills them, he can return to his previous life of extravagance.

The father and son became happier the more they thought about it, and they couldn't suppress the smile on their lips.

Suddenly, strong winds blew up, making it impossible to open one’s eyes. The father and son were blown back by the wind.

Yu Heng narrowed his eyes, made hand gestures with his left hand, and pointed the whisk in his right hand at a straw man the size of a palm on the altar, "Stand up!"

A piece of yellow paper was pasted on the scarecrow, with a person's birth date written on it in cinnabar. If Zhang Sili was present, he would be able to recognize that the birth date was Zhang Zhaofeng's.

At the Zhang family, Zhang Zhaofeng's soul shook uncontrollably, and a thick black aura began to emanate from his body. His eyes also began to gradually turn red. Anzi made a "tsk" sound, grabbed a handful of the spiritual rice that she had carefully prepared, and threw it out.

Before she transmigrated into the book, she was in poor health and specialized in fighting with people through the air, so she studied the martial arts class rewarded by the system so seriously.

From now on, she won't have to fight with others, she can just use her fists to reason with them.

The spiritual rice hit Zhang Zhaofeng like a firecracker thrown at him, with a burst of crackling sparks, which scared Zhang Sili so much that he almost twisted his waist.

"Well," he swallowed hard and grabbed Fang Shazhan's arm, "My Afeng, nothing will happen to him, right?"

Fang Shazhan looked at Zhang Zhaofeng's miserable condition, a little uncertain, "It should be... okay... right?"

Zhang Zhaonian's eyes were as big as bells, and he wanted to go downstairs immediately to get out the camera and record the scene.

It was so exciting. Today he saw with his own eyes the fight between people from the Xuanmen.

Black smoke came out of the scarecrow. Yu Heng's face darkened. He raised his hand and threw it into the formation that had been drawn in front of him. He then pulled out a small black flag from the altar and shot it out.

There was a blood-red talisman painted on the small black flag, which gave off an eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine when looking at it.

The small flag fell next to the scarecrow, and seven red shadows flew out from it, scattered into the formation and disappeared.

Yu Heng made hand gestures again, muttered something, and threw out a talisman.

Anzi grabbed a stack of yellow paper and tore off a stack of small paper men. After thinking for a while, he bit his index finger and drew a talisman on the smallest paper man on the top with his blood. Finally, he slapped his right hand hard and swung it out again. The small paper men fell to the ground and turned into a dozen ghost soldiers wearing armor and holding spears, surrounding Zhang Zhaofeng tightly.

Zhang Sili took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead tremblingly. Although he had known for a long time that this young master was powerful, he did not expect him to be so powerful. He had only seen the art of turning beans into soldiers in movies and novels.

Zhang Zhaonian was pulled by Zhang Sili to hide behind a tree with eighteen scholars, stretching his neck and staring at the altar, wishing he could rush over, causing Fang Shazhan to keep grabbing his clothes, fearing that he would do something bad. It was not until seven red shadows appeared in front of the altar that he reluctantly took two steps back.

The seven red shadows are seven evil spirits wearing red clothes, with long hair covering their faces and an ominous aura.

Zhang Sili gasped. This was so much scarier than the red-clad female ghost in the movies!

The female ghost in red didn't make any unnecessary movements. She raised her hand to grab Zhang Zhaofeng who was surrounded by the ghost soldiers. But the ghost soldiers were not pushovers either and stood with them directly.

Anzi caught a glimpse of the three people peeking around, and her eyes turned slightly. She still had to give her employer, who had spent a lot of money, a good viewing experience, so she slapped the hilt of the peach wood sword with her right hand, and the peach wood sword on the altar flew high into the air under her force.

He quickly made hand gestures in front of him and muttered an incantation. The peach wood sword seemed to be infused with vitality and rushed straight into the battle between the female ghost and the ghost soldiers.

The female ghost had a strong blood energy and no one knew how many people she had harmed. Anzi did not hold back and wielded the peach wood sword to chop left and right, killing everyone without a sound.

When the seven evil ghosts were scattered, Yu Heng spurted out a mouthful of blood and almost fell to the ground.

No! Not at all! He must have met a master!

His "Seven Star Blood Evil Formation" has claimed the lives of countless colleagues since it was created. Now it was broken so easily, and the seven evil spirits were beaten to pieces. The opponent was definitely not a simple character.

Who did the Zhang family invite? There was no Taoist master in Hong Kong who was more powerful than him. Could it be that... he was from Kyoto?

The more Yu Heng thought about it, the more frightened he became. Finally, he made up his mind, took out the only puppet talisman that he had finally obtained at the auction from his pocket, and without hesitation, put it on his chest, and actually left Zhang Sichen and Zhang Lingfei behind and ran away.

As soon as he left, Anzi sensed it.

I didn't expect this person to be so cautious. After a little probing and finding something wrong, he immediately tried to escape.

Anzi frowned, looking a little unhappy. She hadn't had enough fun yet.

Since the other party is so disrespectful, she might as well give him a gift now.

Taomu Jian picked up a medium-grade Heavenly Thunder Talisman on the altar. Anzi licked his lips, hoping that he would like the little gift he had given him.

Yu Heng rushed far away in one breath, not daring to stop for a moment, but the lightning and thunder in the dark clouds gathering above his head had no intention of letting him go.

Nine heavenly thunders struck down one after another. Yu Heng could only grit his teeth, abandon his current physical body, and escape as a shadow.

He must go back to Kyoto to find his master immediately!

The sudden thunder startled many people. Zhang Sichen was frightened and trembled all over. Before he could complain, the Taoist priest in front of him suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground. He was hesitating whether to go forward or not, when the Taoist priest turned into a yellow talisman in a puff of black smoke.

The smoking scarecrow in the formation could no longer hold on and suddenly caught fire, with the flames shooting high up, as if mocking the failure of the father and son.

Zhang Sichen opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Such a great master failed...

　Double monthly tickets, you understand and I understand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)