All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

Qin Yourong immediately covered her face and wept.

Fu Ze frowned, made a hand seal with his right hand, and suddenly pointed forward.

He Yuan's hands were as if bound by invisible ropes, preventing him from taking off his pants any further.

This is a simple trick that can "freeze" ghosts for three seconds.

Of course, it has no effect on living things.

snort!

He turned his head and stared at Fu Ze, his gaze fierce and his expression sinister.

When He Wenbin and his wife, along with Xu Xinyi, saw it, they all felt a chill run down their spines.

Fu Ze chuckled lightly, strode forward, and teased.

"So you love studying that you think eating, drinking, and even going to the bathroom are a waste of time? Then why did you take your pants off? Just pull them up in your pocket!"

what……

Xu Xinyi almost couldn't help but laugh, but then he felt it wasn't appropriate to laugh at this moment, so he forced himself to hold it back.

He Yuan spoke, his voice hoarse and gloomy.

"Who are you?"

Fu Ze spoke calmly.

"I am your father."

Ah this...

He Wenbin, who was behind him, opened his mouth, but then hesitated and stopped himself from speaking.

Fu Ze turned around and smiled.

"Don't worry, the person talking to me now isn't your son He Yuan, so he's not taking advantage of you."

He Wenbin forced a smile and was about to reply when he saw his "son" had regained his mobility and was lunging at him with bared teeth and claws.

"Mr. Fu, be careful!"

Actually, no reminder was needed; Fu Ze had been "staring" at the ghost the whole time.

Although his magical skills were not as advanced as his martial arts, and his meridians could not store spiritual energy, he was still a member of a folk esoteric school passed down for generations, and he was born with keen spiritual awareness.

It's like having a 360-degree radar to detect supernatural and evil things!

You can sense the other person's actions without actually looking with your eyes.

"Dare to mock me, I'll strangle you!"

He Yuan appeared to be insane, his entire body shrouded in black mist.

Fu Ze neither dodged nor evaded, his feet firmly planted in the Bajiquan stance, his right shoulder slightly lowered, and the muscles in his back taut like an iron plate. The instant his opponent approached, he pushed off the ground with his heels, twisted his waist and hips, and thrust and collided to the side.

With a muffled thud, He Yuan was sent flying backward, landing hard on his backside in his chair.

Qin Yourong gasped and covered her mouth.

He Wenbin's eyes widened as well.

"Don't worry, I'm using a gentle approach; it won't harm your son."

Fu Ze didn't turn around, but casually offered an explanation that relieved the couple.

The couple never expected that this seemingly refined young man actually possessed martial arts skills.

From Fu Ze's perspective, the ghost possessing He Yuan was now enraged. The wisps of black energy that had been emanating from its head had grown as thick as an arm.

At the same time, the shadowy figure's features became clearer.

A thin boy with small eyes, who also appeared to be a high school student, had a hysterical expression.

Of course, only he can see it.

The other three people would only feel that the room temperature had suddenly dropped and become cold.

Fu Ze spoke calmly.

"Alright, come out. There's no point in staying any longer at this hour."

"I don't!"

He Yuan roared, and a black smear spread from the corner of his eye, turning both eyes pitch black.

"Alright, then there's nothing to discuss."

Then I'll beat you out!

His body trembled slightly, and the force vibrated between his bones and muscles like a spring.

Magical techniques are definitely more convenient for dealing with these kinds of spirits and ghosts.

But now, Fu Ze's boxing skills are better than his magic skills, and they consume less of his energy.

So he devised a method: to gather a small amount of spiritual energy into his fist. This way, when he punched someone, even the ghosts possessing a living person would feel pain.

Fu Zegang was about to use the "Zhenjiao Chuangbu" technique from Bajiquan to rush forward and meet the enemy.

Suddenly, the person opposite him picked up a carbon pen and pointed the tip at his carotid artery.

"Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll kill him."

Qin Yourong, who was standing at the door, immediately started wailing loudly.

"No, please don't hurt my son! I beg you, ghost, please spare my son. I'll give you anything you want, I can burn paper money for you every day. Just spare my son, I'll even take my life."

By this time, the couple was already convinced that their son was "possessed by a ghost."

He just begged the ghost to spare his son.

Fu Ze frowned slightly, his strength waning, and his muscles relaxed.

He sighed inwardly.

"Looks like we're going to have to bleed a lot of money again this time."

If fist techniques don't work, then we'll have to resort to magic.

However, the procedure caused significant damage to his body and meridians, and he would need to increase the dosage of medication to recover afterward.

Originally, this deal, excluding my own labor costs, would have yielded a profit of 495,000 yuan from the 500,000 yuan investment—but the moment I froze upon entering, the corresponding cost of the tonic herbs would have been 5000 yuan.

Now, profits will have to be reduced by at least another 20.

no way!

For Fu Ze, this is the price to pay for using magic.

His right hand had already been secretly slipped into his pocket, his slender fingers holding a talisman.

The moment it was drawn out, a wisp of spiritual energy was quickly infused into it!

The pale yellow talisman flew into the air with a whoosh and hovered there, emitting a soft halo that enveloped the entire bedroom.

Xu Xinyi and the He family couple felt warm and comfortable all over.

But He Yuan let out a shrill scream, dropping the pen from his neck and falling to the ground, before falling unconscious. At the same time, a dark shadow sprang out of He Yuan's body and crashed into the wall beside him.

This time, He Wenbin and his group saw it!

Xu Xinyi was alright, after all, he had already witnessed Fu Ze taking action to eliminate evil several times.

But He Wenbin and his wife held each other's hands tightly, their eyes filled with horror.

I really saw a ghost!

call……

Fu Ze let out a long sigh, somewhat helpless.

"In terms of magic, it's really weak. A single [Purification Talisman] consumes at least half of its spiritual power."

The shadowy figure gradually revealed its human form.

He was tall and thin, wearing a wrinkled old school uniform, with a cold expression. Half of his head was broken, and his body looked fragmented, connected by some black mist.

Judging from the looks of it, he probably jumped to his death.

Fu Ze shook his head.

"Sigh, why did she have to do that? Why jump off a building when she had nothing better to do? Since she jumped herself, why is she so resentful? And why is she haunting the living after becoming a ghost?"

Even if someone is murdered or commits suicide, and both become vengeful ghosts, their auras will be different.

Fu Ze could tell at a glance that this guy had committed suicide.

Of course, the ghost in front of him most likely wouldn't answer him.

When a person dies, if their resentment is too strong, the ghost they become is usually a fragmented soul. Their memory and intelligence are only a fraction of what they had in life. Some can't even speak properly.

Sure enough, the ghost just stared at him with resentful eyes.

At this moment, Qin Yourong behind him exclaimed in surprise.

"You...you're Wang Xinren? I remember you were Xiaoyuan's classmate."

It turns out that the ghost possessing He Yuan was his classmate in life.

After Qin Yourong said that, He Wenbin also realized it.

He immediately retorted angrily.

"Xiaoyuan has no grudge against you, and she's always been very kind to you. You...you clearly committed suicide by jumping off a building, so why are you clinging to her?"