Chapter 9: The First Murder Case

Why did he suddenly feel hot? Mr. Wang looked down and saw, glaring against his lower back, a copper coin sword pinned there.

This sword emitted a yellowish glow, its scorching heat burning his pale flesh. His frozen body had long since lost sensation, so it was only when Wu Xian alerted him that he realized it.

“Ah!” Mr. Wang screamed in agony, hastily releasing Wu Xian and stepping back.

This reflexive move restored Wu Xian’s mobility.

A sinister smile spread across Wu Xian’s face as he turned, drawing the copper coin sword and plunging it twice into Mr. Wang’s chest, who was now panicked and desperate.

Though the short sword woven with copper coins and red threads was usually too dull to even slice tofu, it pierced Mr. Wang’s body effortlessly, like a hot knife through lard, sizzling and emitting a burnt stench.

“Wait, no, let's talk this through...” Mr. Wang glanced fearfully at his chest. Two wounds glowed red, and his flesh melted like snow under intense heat, turning into a foul, indescribable mess.

This cursed being—Wu Xian’s nemesis, radiating icy chill and able to survive falls from the ninth floor unscathed—was killed so simply by Wu Xian’s sword.

The evil spirit had fallen.

Without wasting time, Wu Xian pressed the copper coin sword, now reduced to eight segments, against the door lock. Using its residual heat, he melted the ice blocking the lock.

When the door finally opened, he looked back to find the disgusting puddle had evaporated, leaving behind a single white talisman resting on the ground.

This talisman was thicker and longer than the previous one, perhaps indicating that Mr. Wang’s strength surpassed that of his wife by far.

He had already been weakened by harming others during the day, then further debilitated by his fall and exposure to sunlight, before finally being slain by Wu Xian’s two strikes in his weakened state.

Yet, even so, the swiftness of this evil spirit’s demise still surprised Wu Xian.

It seemed that wandering spirits and humans wielding talismans were truly equals, with victory determined by who struck the other first.

The spirits were like adults wielding guns, while the bonded humans were like children with guns—though their strengths differed, their bullets were equally lethal.

“Heh heh, time to worship again. Should I have a peach first... no, better save these longevity peaches—they’ll be more useful later.”

Wu Xian turned to head upstairs, but a glance outside the door made his expression shift subtly.

He hurried out, looking up at the sky, which was a pale gray-white, mist hanging in the air, with the sun faintly visible slightly west of center.

This meant the time was already afternoon!

Yet, according to Wu Xian’s feeling, from dawn until now had been no more than three hours.

He immediately took out Lu Yuzhu’s phone to check, discovering it was already 1 p.m., and the minute digits were ticking noticeably faster.

Time flowed strangely in this blessed land—the daytime was shorter than the night!

“It’s time to goI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.