Mortal Seeking Immortal

In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

That night, unlike the bright lights in other areas of Luofeng City, the slums were pitch black, and hundreds of families dared not even light an oil lamp.

For more than two months, evil spirits had been harming people in the slums. The city's officers and soldiers were helpless against the evil spirits. The people in the slums were in danger. Those who had the conditions had already taken their families to seek refuge with relatives in other cities, and those who did not had the conditions could only grit their teeth and endure.

As a result, every afternoon when it got dark, the people would all hide in their homes, close the doors and windows, not to mention going out, and dare not even make a sound, for fear of attracting the attention of the evil spirits and losing their lives.

At this time, a child's crying voice came from a dilapidated thatched house.

"Mom, mom, I'm afraid of the dark."

The bright moonlight shone into the thatched house through the gap in the window, bringing a faint light to the people in the thatched house, allowing the people in the house to vaguely recognize the general outline of the surroundings.

"My little ancestor, please don't make a sound." A pair of hands covered with calluses relied on the faint light and accurately covered the mouth of the boy sitting on the wooden bed.

"Mother, watch the child."

A deliberately low male voice came from the door. Looking closely, it turned out that the male owner of this family was holding a wooden stick in his hand, sitting firmly behind the door, ready to hit the ghost who broke in at any time.

The man looked at the closed door and sighed softly.

He had witnessed with his own eyes that even the swords and guns of the officers and soldiers could not hurt the ghosts, and the wooden stick in his hand could not do anything to the ghosts, but at this critical moment, he still couldn't help wanting to do something for his family, even if it was just to bring some peace of mind to his family, he was willing.

"Woo woo ~" A strange sound came from the house.

The three people's heartbeats accelerated at the same time. The boy who had been hugged by the woman was so scared that his eyes were filled with tears. He opened his mouth and wanted to cry, but was covered by the woman.

"What's that sound?" The woman opened her mouth and uttered a trembling voice.

"It's the wind!" The man looked around the cramped little house, his eyes fixed on the dilapidated window, and saw a gust of cold wind blowing in from the fist-sized hole in the window paper, making a strange humming sound.

The three of them felt relieved at the same time, fortunately it was just a gust of wind.

After all the tossing and turning just now, the boy had faintly become sleepy, leaning on his mother's arms and slowly closing his eyes.

At this moment, a ball of black air came in from the broken window, but no one noticed it because it was too dark inside.

Feeling the heavy blood from the man guarding the door, a greedy face emerged from the black air, and it stretched out its long scarlet tongue and licked its lips: "It seems that I can have a full meal tonight, hehe."

"Who? Who is talking!" The man held the wooden stick tightly with his sweaty hands, stood up and looked around vigilantly, while carefully moving towards his wife and children.

"Let your flesh and blood merge with mine!" The evil ghost rushed towards the man with a ferocious face. Just as it was about to pounce on the man's face, the tightly closed door suddenly opened, and three black iron beads with whistling sound shot straight at the evil ghost from outside the house.

"Damn, where did this immortal cultivator come from!"

The evil ghost felt the spiritual power fluctuations from the iron beads, and realized that the immortal cultivator behind it should be stronger than itself. Now that it was seriously injured and had not recovered, it was no match for him, so it fled to the window in a panic.

Unexpectedly, as soon as it flew out of the window, it crashed into a dark alchemy furnace.

Before it could turn around and escape, it heard a "clang" sound, and the lid of the alchemy furnace closed instantly. No matter how hard the evil ghost tried in the furnace, it could not knock open the lid of the alchemy furnace.

"Wow wow wow!"

This incident stunned the couple in the house. The woman's hand covering the boy's mouth slipped down without knowing when, and the boy cried in fear.

The two looked out of the door at the same time, and saw a thin figure in a gray robe standing in the cold wind. It was Ye Zhou who had been lying in ambush in the slums for a long time.

"Don't cry, it's the immortal, it's the immortal who subdued the evil ghost, the immortal is here to save us!"

"Come and see the little immortal, thank you for saving our lives!"

The whole family knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ye Zhou crazily.

The villagers around heard the noise and lit the oil lamps, and hurried over to join the kneeling.

"Greetings to the immortal! The immortal drove away the evil ghost for us, and the grace is like rebirth!"

"Long live the immortal, long live, long live!"

At this time, Ye Zhou had captured both ghosts, so he no longer needed to hide his identity as an immortal cultivator.

Ye Zhou stretched out his hand, and saw the alchemy furnace standing on the ground with a "ping-pong" sound suddenly fly up, and turned into a palm-sized alchemy furnace in the air, and fell back into Ye Zhou's hand. Ye Zhou put the alchemy furnace into the storage bag with his backhand.

"Dear fellow villagers, please stand up quickly. I am here to catch the evil spirit on the orders of the immortal gate. Now the evil spirit has been eliminated, and you can live in peace."

"Thank you, immortal!"

Many people's heads were almost broken on the ground, but they still kowtowed to Ye Zhou to express their gratitude.

Ye Zhou had no choice but to wave his hand, and everyone felt that an irresistible force controlled their bodies and made them stand up.

Ye Zhou looked at the people in the slums, all of whom had rough hands and patched clothes. Then he remembered his childhood life and was slightly touched.

With a wave of his hand, several ingots of silver and a handful of jewelry flew out.

"Fellow villagers, take it and divide it equally, and buy some food and cold-weather items to survive the winter."

This money is useless to him, but to these people, it is unimaginable wealth that can save lives, and this money is given by Ye Zhou. Even if those bullies and rich people have a hundred guts, they dare not rob it.

With that, Ye Zhou flew up on his sword and disappeared into the night sky.

"Farewell, Immortal!"

"Long live the Immortal!"

After the matter was done, Ye Zhou got the letter of certification from the city lord, and ignored the city lord's repeated retention, and flew directly to the next task destination.

The next two ghost-exorcising tasks were completed very easily. After catching the evil ghost and swallowing it for Xiaoshan, and getting the certificate letter for applying for ghost exorcism, Ye Zhou rushed to the sect to report, and then took three ghost-exorcising tasks from Wu Shou.

Crazy tasks and accumulating contribution points are the most important things for Ye Zhou now.

...

More than half a year has passed, and Ye Zhou has taken all the Class C ghost-exorcising tasks in the sect, but the sect contribution points under Ye Zhou's name are not enough.

Ye Zhou had no interest in other Class C missions besides the ghost hunting mission, so he turned his attention to the Class B missions. There were many Class B ghost hunting missions, and relying on Wu Yong's relationship, it was not difficult for him to take Class B missions as an exception.

However, Class B missions were many times more dangerous than Class C missions!