The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 102 The Last Monster Hair

"It was my fault. I was blinded by greed and became addicted to gambling. I was so narrow-minded that I wanted to commit suicide. I'm so sorry to my wife and children. I regret it so much..."

The black bird spoke in human language, wailed loudly, and kept flapping its wings on the ground, looking very eerie.

The man and his two friends were so frightened that they quickly retreated to the corner of the room. Zhou Fengchen watched quietly without saying a word.

Blackbird mumbled a lot, then looked at the man and said, "Old Ding, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry!"

The man called Lao Ding suddenly wiped away his tears and choked out, "Lao Zhang, we were the best of friends. I'm also very sad that you're dead, but this is nobody's fault. You're gone now, so don't bring any more trouble to my family."

Zhou Fengchen sighed inwardly. This was the nature of human nature. He tapped the table and said in a deep voice, "Alright! The grave mistake hasn't been made yet. You've realized your error and are showing remorse. I won't kill you. Go where you're meant to go."

The black bird nodded, circled the room twice, and then crashed to the ground dead. A hazy, indistinct figure appeared beside it, kowtowed twice to Zhou Fengchen, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Just then, the sound of Old Ding's wife crying suddenly came from the side room. The group rushed into the room and heard Old Ding's wife telling them, with tears streaming down her face, that the deceased Zhang Jie had taken her to grind grain every night without giving her any food, and that she was almost exhausted to death.

Old Ding and his two friends were dumbfounded; this was truly bizarre and unbelievable. Looking at Zhou Fengchen, they treated him like a god.

Then, Old Ding hurriedly took out 10,000 yuan and respectfully handed it to Zhou Fengchen with profuse thanks.

Zhou Fengchen didn't stand on ceremony, took the money, and turned to leave.

It's late at night again.

Zhou Fengchen walked along the alley for a long time, feeling increasingly frustrated. Seeing a large rock ahead, he kicked it away, cursing, "You son of a bitch! You bastard!"

Chu Xiaoling appeared beside them with Xiaobao, and said cautiously, "We've been searching for a long time, but we haven't found the monster. What... what happened to you?"

Zhou Fengchen said dejectedly, "Chu Xiaoling, what kind of mess is this? I'm following that monster around dealing with all this ridiculous nonsense every day. After a while, I'm starting to question the meaning of life."

Chu Xiaoling said quietly, "Xiao Bao and I would like to have some doubts, but unfortunately, we don't have anyone to talk to."

"Uh... I wasn't talking about you." Zhou Fengchen waved his hand irritably. "Fine, let's go back to sleep."

Back at the rented apartment, Chu Xiaoling and her son slept on the sofa in the living room, while Zhou Fengchen went into the bedroom, lay on the bed, and examined the last monster hair from all angles, unable to understand how his trip to school to catch ghosts had turned into this.

As a result, I didn't sleep well that night.

He was in a daze all day the next day. When night fell, he was still half asleep when he vaguely heard the sound of pots and pans being smashed outside. Not long after, Xiao Bao peeked out and chuckled strangely.

Zhou Fengchen picked up the shoe and threw it at him, "Hey, you jerk, keep your voice down."

Xiao Bao nimbly dodged, and with a shifty look in his eyes, said, "Mom's calling you for dinner!"

"You called me... to eat?" Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment, then got up and went to the living room. Good heavens, the table was full of dishes.

Chu Xiaoling, wearing an apron and carrying a basin of water for washing her face like a housewife, smiled shyly when she saw him come out and said, "Dinner's ready!"

Zhou Fengchen took a deep breath, walked to the table, and looked at the dishes. They were not bad; the color and taste were both good.

Chu Xiaoling put the wash water aside, grinned, and came closer, asking, "Am I good?"

"Amazing my foot!" Zhou Fengchen pointed at the table. "Explain to me where all this food—vegetables, eggs, meat, oil, salt, and MSG—came from!"

Chu Xiaoling pouted, "I bought it at the market!"

Zhou Fengchen asked with a stern face, "What did you use to buy it?"

Chu Xiaoling playfully stuck out her tongue, "I used my own money, and each boss gave me several tens of yuan more."

Her own money...

A scene flashed through Zhou Fengchen's mind: the vegetable vendor was very happy to receive the money, marveling at how generous the girl was; then, half an hour later, when he looked at his wallet again, he was dumbfounded—the money had turned into ghost money; the next day, he went to a temple to pray to Buddha, and might even fall seriously ill.

Seeing Zhou Fengchen's unpredictable expression, Chu Xiaoling also lost her temper. "I kindly cooked for you, and you're giving me attitude? Do I owe you something?!"

"You're bullying us!" Xiao Bao pointed at him, her face full of anger.

"Well..." Zhou Fengchen's heart softened. "I'm not being rude, I'm just too excited, really. Come on, let's eat."

Chu Xiaoling and her son then happily moved stools and chopsticks.

Zhou Fengchen picked up a piece of stir-fried yam with pork, took a bite, and said, "Hmm! Not bad, not bad at all, Lao Chu. Did you study cooking before?"

Chu Xiaoling said excitedly, "Of course! My family owned a restaurant when I was alive, and my father was the chef. I learned from him since I was a child."

"No wonder... Hmm... this tastes even better. What's this thing called?"

"Osmanthus-flavored Crispy Pork".

"What about this one?"

"Sea cucumber and tofu in abalone sauce".

……

After finishing the meal, Zhou Fengchen leaned back comfortably on the sofa, picking his teeth as he said, "Old Chu, with your cooking skills, honestly, if you were a person, I'd marry you."

Chu Xiaoling's face suddenly turned cold, and she asked, "Aren't you going to catch that monster anymore?"

Zhou Fengchen's expression also changed. He took out the last monster hair, sighed, and said, "There's only one hair left. If we can't find him this time, we really won't find him. I'll be depressed for the rest of my life."

Chu Xiaoling said, "He must have calculated that we would go to him around this time, and then made his escape at the exact moment, causing your talisman to malfunction. So why didn't we go later?"

Zhou Fengchen slapped his forehead. "That's right! I've been too anxious these past few days, my head's spinning!"

……

Around nine o'clock, Zhou Fengchen used the last demon hair to make a tracking talisman, and then followed with Chu Xiaoling and her son.

The talisman wobbled and deliberately ran through secluded areas, where there weren't many houses in sight.

Seeing that there was a chance, Zhou Fengchen became excited. He gripped his goose-winged sword and his father's suona tightly, determined to catch up and cripple the monster without hesitation!

After chasing for more than an hour, the talisman turned a corner and flew to the front of a large courtyard. Zhou Fengchen looked inside and was stunned.

A crematorium? What's that monster doing here? Did someone in its family die and it's here for cremation?

"Honey, there's a really scary person ahead. I... Xiaobao and I are leaving now," Chu Xiaoling said in a trembling voice, then disappeared in the blink of an eye with Xiaobao.

"Terrible people?" Zhou Fengchen was wondering when five people suddenly came out of the courtyard gate. They were all police officers, and one of the policewomen casually slapped the talisman down.

Zhou Fengchen's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to get angry, he glanced over and saw that one of them was Wang Min. What were they doing here?