Chapter 43: The Art of Riding the Wind

  Qin Zhong was surrounded by these fierce ghosts, each of which had an extremely poisonous look, and at a glance, they were the ones that the pervert had raised. However, he had never seen so many fierce ghosts exploding from one bomb in all the data, but no matter what, he had to clean up these ghosts first to get out of trouble.

  He saw these fierce ghosts with sharp teeth and claws, each of their long fingertips flowing with that green **. Qin Zhong had no way to retreat or advance, so he picked up his knife and chopped, but when his blade went up, these fierce ghosts dodged very nimbly. When he looked closely again, these fierce ghosts were actually wearing ninja costumes, although the clothes were already rotten and the flesh on their bodies was not very solid, but their attacking power was still clearly visible.

  Qin Zhong faced the 7 or 8 fierce ghosts with special skills that surrounded him, and his heart sank. After all, these fierce ghosts were different from ordinary ghosts. These ghosts at least had a soul core controlled by humans, which means they had made a poisonous oath before their death, and also made up their minds. This might be the inheritance of the Japanese samurai's persistent spirit. However, no matter how difficult the situation was, he still had to do his best to defend himself.

  Guo Dafu's face turned very ugly, and he wasn't even sure what was standing in front of him. At this moment, Qin Zhong took a deep breath, pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out. The gun barrel emitted a burst of blue smoke, and the fierce ghost that was hit by the bullet seemed to have a hole blown open in its body. From that hole, the ghost's body gradually emitted black smoke, and the bullet hole grew larger and larger until the entire ghostly figure disappeared.

  "Great wealth, be careful." Qin Zhong's words had just fallen when the trigger in his hand kept moving, and every bullet that hit the fierce ghost disappeared in the same way until the last fierce ghost disappeared. After that, he finally let out a breath of relief, removed the magazine from the gun, and there was only one bullet left inside.

  Guo Dafu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Qin Zhong: "Boss, can you play with this thing?"

  "Uh-huh, I practiced during military training. At that time, I remember we were tense in the South China Sea, and I even participated in the reserve while still studying in school."

  Guo Dafu heard Qin Zhong say this and couldn't help but cast envious glances at him.

  The two of them had just caught their breath and were about to chase in the direction that bald man was running, but before they could even move, the fierce ghost that they had knocked down earlier reappeared at the same spot with a black aura condensing into its body, looking exactly the same as before. Each of the ghosts held a knife in their hand, almost identical to the one used by that bald man.

  Qin Zhong was stunned, his mind racing with thoughts. Why did these fierce ghosts suddenly disappear and then reappear in front of him? It didn't make sense. He couldn't even control the spear in his hand, let alone this ancient dagger. Moreover, he wasn't skilled in using the reverse-grip knife that ninjas used, and on top of that, the people standing opposite him were a group of ninjas who had received special training when they were alive.

  "Looks like we're going to have to settle this today, Da Fu," Qin Zhong said.

  Guo Dafu surprisingly said something very powerful that moved Qin Zhong: "Big brother, since I've decided to follow you, even if it's death, I'd be willing."

  Qin Zhong greatly admires people who uphold righteousness, and as a historian himself, he is especially fond of Liu, Guan, and Zhang, the brothers from Liangshan Marsh. He simply can't help but feel envious.

  At this moment, someone who was loyal to him appeared, he was naturally moved, but he didn't show it, he just nodded heavily and said in a low voice: "In that case, let's fight them."

  As soon as the voice fell, Qin Zhong's antique dagger clashed with the opponent's, but when his short blade collided with the ghost's ninja sword, he suddenly found that the seven or eight fierce ghosts suddenly gathered together in a flash of illusion, transforming into a single ghostly figure. At this moment, a sinister smile appeared on the face of the ninja, and his voice drew out long, saying: "You two must die!"

  Enduring the unfinished words, the ninja sword in his hand pressed against Qin Zhong's throat, Qin Zhong's ninja sword jumped up vertically, deflecting the blade of Enduring, but clearly feeling that his arm strength was not enough, being pushed back by the sharp blade.

  Qin Zhong had never felt that a fierce ghost would harm him, but now he really saw it. Before he could even get up, he found that the one who was enduring suddenly turned into seven or eight fierce ghosts.

  Guo Dafu didn't last a few rounds before feeling that fighting these guys was quite strenuous, but he still gritted his teeth and parried.

  Qin Zhong swung his hand and blocked an incoming person. He chopped out with one knife, but the ninja used a knife to block it. However, the ninja never expected that Qin Zhong would slap him away with a palm.

  This slap was almost fatal, and the man who was caught off guard stumbled backward, dodging Qin Zhong's slap. However, the gust of wind generated by the slap distorted his face beyond recognition.

  His face changed suddenly, but Qin Zhong saw it in his eyes. He suddenly felt that he had already discovered the weakness of this ninja. Was this guy afraid of the wind?

  Qin Zhong took a deep breath, puffed it out fiercely, and then retreated several steps. This time Qin Zhong was overjoyed, his heart suddenly clear: "Prosperity is blowing air at them."

  Two people started blowing air, unexpectedly this blow of air actually made the fierce ghost ninja retreat even faster. Qin Zhong blew air until he was almost out of breath, suddenly he shouted loudly: "You're afraid of wind? Well, I'll give you a taste of my Wind Control Technique, let's see what a typhoon looks like!"

  "Ah!" The ninja was first startled, then his ghostly face became even more hideous. After a while, Qin Zhong pretended to be furious and spoke with eloquence. Upon hearing this, the ninja didn't think it sounded good, so he flipped out a white pill from his pocket and smashed it onto the ground, where it disappeared in a puff of white smoke.

  Qin Zhong waved his hand back and forth a couple of times, seeing the ninja's back silhouette, seemingly already over a hundred meters away from himself.

  Guo Dafu wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Qin Zhong: "Hey, don't chase anymore. The poor devil is not worth pursuing. People from the island nation have seen a lot of typhoons, how can they be afraid of our typhoon? It's really ridiculous."

  "They're just afraid, they're afraid of typhoons, afraid of earthquakes, and afraid that no one will hit them." Guo Dafu said with a haha laugh.

  Just as the two were talking, a voice came from high up in the treetops: "Qin Zhong, remember, I don't have time to linger here with you. The fact that I split myself earlier was enough for you to play with. We'll meet again, haha!" With that, a burst of maniacal laughter echoed out and the voice quickly faded away.

  Qin Zhong's face was wooden, this guy was really annoying to the extreme. But what kind of spy identity was this ninja from the island country? It seemed that they couldn't be treated as normal people after all. After thinking about it, Qin Zhong still temporarily put down the matter. After all, the ninja had escaped and he himself didn't have a way to catch up with him either, so he stopped.

  At this moment, Guo Dafu's bodyguard caught up and opened his mouth to speak. Guo Dafu immediately covered his mouth, not letting him reveal his identity: "Less talk, first tell me where you went at that critical moment?"

  "Hey, never mind, Young Master... I was just intercepted by a few men in black on the way here and they've been beating me up until now. Those people have actually disappeared." The bodyguard looked tired, originally wanting to call out to Young Master but stopped the car instead.

  "Alright, no more nonsense, let's get out of here quickly. We can talk about it when we get back." Guo Dafu pulled Qin Zhong into the car and the bodyguard immediately drove towards the city center. At this time, it was already dawn, and on the road, there were only early-rising farmers going to market or working in the fields. It was a coincidence that the night bus happened to meet Qin Zhong's vehicle.

  "We can slow down, this one night has exhausted Grandfather."

  "Screech!" Qin Zhong's car suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the bodyguard-cum-driver's eyes widened in shock. He turned his head to look at Guo Dafu: "Young Master Guo, there's a bunch of hooligans up ahead, what do we do?"

  "Screw those sons of bitches." Guo Dafu was indeed quite pleased with himself, but after taking a closer look, he was stunned.

  Qin Zhong looked out the car window, a group of people wearing black suits, wearing sunglasses in the early morning hours, each with their hands behind their backs, standing straight, and in the middle stood a middle-aged man, holding a phone, staring at Qin Zhong's car with a cold smile.