Hu Yiling sat by the bed, reaching out to stroke the girl's cheek on the bed, whispering, "My younger sister has been attacked by a demon, her life is in danger, please master save her."
Upon hearing the voice, the girl on the bed opened her lifeless eyes and slightly opened her mouth, making barely audible sounds, already completely unable to speak.
Hu Yiling and Hu Yirui both looked at Fang Zhou, saying in unison, "Please save our sister."
Fang Zhou walked to the bedside, asked the girl, "Miss Hu, I am a cultivator specializing in slaying demons and exorcising evil spirits, can you tell me when you encountered the demon, and what did this demon look like?"
After speaking, Fang Zhou noticed Miss Hu's lifeless eyes looking at him. Her mouth moved slightly, but she could only futilely emit some meaningless sounds.
Deep-set eyes slowly filled with tears, sliding down to the pillow along her cheeks.
Fang Zhou silently watched her, while Hu Yiling and Hu Yirui looked at him with hopeful eyes.
The atmosphere turned somewhat silent for a moment.
"Master... can my sister be cured?"
Finally, Hu Yiling broke the silence.
Fang Zhou smiled slightly: "Don't worry, let me see how the feng shui is in this room."
The Hu sisters showed a puzzled expression: "Feng shui?"
"Yes."
Fang Zhou began walking around the room, explaining: "The layout of feng shui involves the harmony of yin and yang and the energy of the earth. First, the sitting direction must be prosperous, and so must be the facing direction for good fortune. A household in such a layout ensures safety, and prosperity for all beings, whereas facing a bad direction brings misfortune, unrest to the household and sickness among the beings, and also attracts demons..."
The Hu sisters were bewildered by Fang Zhou's explanation, finding it too specialized and completely incomprehensible.
While talking, Fang Zhou felt the corners of the room with his fingers, finding them dusty.
Clearly, the house had been uninhabited for a long time and had only been hastily cleaned recently; moreover, despite there being a sick person in the room, there was no smell of medicine, and the girl on the bed did not seem like a demon fox.
A guess formed in Fang Zhou's mind.
"Master, what next?"
Hu Yiling and Hu Yirui asked eagerly, although they didn't understand, they were very interested in the feng shui knowledge Fang Zhou talked about, which was not easy for them to access normally.
What next?
How would I know.
Fang Zhou was able to bluff a few words, but continuing would inevitably reveal his lack of knowledge.
He smiled slightly: "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed."
Then he walked to the bedside, took out a Yang Reviving Pill, and fed it to the girl on the bed.
The Hu sisters stared intensely at the Yang Reviving Pill Fang Zhou brought out, Hu Yiling sniffed, asking, "Master, what is this?"
"A good medicine for healing, after taking it and resting for a period, your sister will recover."
Fang Zhou casually replied, immediately feeling the Hu sisters move closer, one on his left and the right, placing their hands on his shoulders.
"Thank you, master."
Hu Yiling pouted slightly, blowing a flirtatious breath towards Fang Zhou: "Let us sisters, help you relax properly."
Fang Zhou's expression stiffened: "Okay..."
Hu Yiling and Hu Yirui exchanged a smile, showing triumphant expressions.
"What a master, not so great after all."
Hu Yirui took a deep sniff on Fang Zhou, immediately showing a intoxicated expression, her cheeks flushed as if drunk: "This man... has such pure yang energy."
Hu Yiling also mimicked her sister, ceaselessly sniffing on Fang Zhou: "Yes, so tempting... and also quite handsome."
"This is our trophy now."
"I can't wait to devour him!"
"Let's start then."
The sisters couldn't help themselves anymore and eagerly stretched out their hands to undress Fang Zhou, not even caring about the appropriateness of the situation, ready to exact justice on the spot.
Swoosh—
A gleam of cold light suddenly flared up, and the Longsword, like a green dragon emerging from the sea, pierced through Hu Yiling's chest with the swiftness of lightning.
Fang Zhou, who had a dull expression a moment ago, instantly transformed into a fierce tiger, pulling out the Longsword that stabbed into Hu Yiling, then turned around and punched Hu Yirui in the face, shattering her beautiful, jade-like face with blood splattering everywhere.
The Hu sisters screamed in unison.
Two puffs of blue smoke appeared with two thumps, and the Hu sisters disappeared, replaced by two glossy-furred foxes that whisked into the breeze and fled out of the room.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Fang Zhou let out a loud shout, summoned Hu Lai's left hand, and threw an Illusion Technique at one of the fox demons, then manipulated the left hand to smash it, planning to kill one first!
The fox demon struck by the Illusion Technique paused in its escape, nearly getting hit by the left hand.
The other fox demon quickly swept its long tail around, wrapping up the one hit by the Illusion Technique, and they both fled the room together.
Fang Zhou hurriedly chased after them, rushing into the courtyard.
The two fox demons hadn't gotten far, they flew to the other end of the courtyard and landed, then two more puffs of blue smoke appeared and they transformed back into human forms.
Hu Yiling pulled out the Longsword from her chest, blood freely flowing from her wound, her gaze fiercely fixated on Fang Zhou who was in pursuit.
Hu Yirui, still dazed from the Illusion Technique, touched her disfigured face, and screamed at Fang Zhou: "You're dead!!"
Fang Zhou didn't respond; his mind was quickly analyzing the situation.
Hu Yiling should've been fatally wounded by his sword, yet she appeared unharmed; Hu Yirui's smashed face also didn't seem critically injured, suggesting regular attacks weren't effective on them.
The demon fox killed two days ago was probably due to that whip.
Ling Xiaoyue really should've clarified, at least provided another whip.
The only good news was that there were only two small fox demons, not three.
Hu Yiling asked Fang Zhou: "You knew all along, didn't you?"
Fang Zhou remained silent; he had no interest in chatting with two demon foxes, unless he could extract some secrets from them.
Yet, he felt somewhat relieved that he had raised his Spirit to 6 before coming here, significantly enhancing his spiritual resistance, which helped him quickly break free from the fox demon's Illusion Technique.
Hu Yirui angrily said: "Sister, why waste words on him, let's just kill him together."
Hu Yiling smiled: "Don't rush. Killing him outright would be letting him off too easily. Remember, there's another fun thing we can use to torment him."
Hu Yirui seemed to recall something at those words and also smiled, but the smile strained the wounds on her face, causing her to grimace in pain as she glared angrily at Fang Zhou.
Yet Fang Zhou was curious about what mischiefs these two fox demons were up to.
The next moment he understood, as he saw Hu Yiling dragging from behind a rockery in the courtyard a young boy who was tied up with his mouth gagged.
It was the little Taoist boy not seen for two days.
Fang Zhou widened his eyes at him—why are you here?
Seeing the little Taoist boy, Fang Zhou could not help recalling that night at the Wang Family's residence, with the fallen flowers and the array of wounds.
The little Taoist boy, upon seeing Fang Zhou, also struggled while whimpering.
Hu Yiling and Hu Yirui exchanged a smile, the reactions of these two, clearly they knew each other.
Hu Yiling cheerfully said to Fang Zhou: "Didn't expect this, did you? Your fellow sect brother has fallen into our hands."
Fellow sect brother?
Fang Zhou slowly formed a question mark, when had I ever been fellow sect brothers with this victim of misfortune?
How was I not informed?