249: Chapter 249 Strange, where did Lao Ba go?

The man was draped in white hemp clothes, his pupils vacant, his face covered in tear stains, looking utterly pitiable like a Child who had lost their candy, sobbing from time to time.

It was precisely the eighth Disciple of the Demon Spirit Daoist, Master Mo Fengzi.

An old man with white hair and beard, silver hair draped over his shoulders, and a small nine-colored flame burning between his brows sat right next to Master Mo Fengzi; it was Daoist Mo Yan!

"Old Eight, I know the matter of Revered Master and the Eighth Lady was a huge blow to you, but one must always look forward, right?"

"Cough, cough..."

Master Mo Fengzi coughed violently twice, a sweet taste hitting his throat as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!

Daoist Mo Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard before continuing,

"Old Eight, look, you've been collecting this boundary crossing fee for so many years, and now... Eh? Old Eight, why are you running? Quick, catch him!"

Hearing the words "boundary crossing fee," Master Mo Fengzi was like a man struck by lightning; his body jolted violently, his eyes bulged, and earthworm-like blood vessels instantly filled his eyeballs. He suddenly exerted force with his steps, turning into a white streak of light and leaving several afterimages as he dashed outside!

"Giggle... Eldest Senior Brother, I've caught Old Eight's pants!"

"I've caught his sleeve too!"

"..."

A room full of Spirit Transformation Realm old ghosts, like children playing in the countryside, held their breath until their faces turned red while death-gripping Master Mo Fengzi's pant legs, hem, and sleeves!

"Heh heh heh... Old Eight, if we don't settle the boundary crossing fee today, you're not leaving..."

"Holy crap! Quick, chase him!"

Rip!

The sound of clothes being torn apart suddenly rang out. Master Mo Fengzi's clothes were shredded to pieces, leaving him completely naked. He turned into a flesh-colored streak of light, leaving several afterimages in the Void Realm as he charged toward the Funeral Hall!

Bang!

The sound of ancient stone colliding mixed with the sound of bones dislocating suddenly rang out. Master Mo Fengzi slammed hard into Demon Spirit Daoist's Ancient Bluestone Coffin. He happened to smash a human-shaped indentation into the stone, and his entire body fitted perfectly inside, as if it were naturally formed!

"Huh? Strange, where did Old Eight go?"

"Old Eight's aura is clearly around this ancient coffin. Strange, why is he nowhere to be found!"

The seven of them circled Demon Spirit Daoist's Ancient Bluestone Coffin dozens of times, yet they simply couldn't find Master Mo Fengzi!

"Holy crap! It looks like someone is embedded in this bluestone coffin lid?"

"There's a mole on this person's butt cheek; it's definitely Old Eight!"

"Heh heh heh... Let's dig Old Eight out together!"

...

Three hours later, in front of Demon Spirit Daoist's Funeral Hall, seven white-haired and white-bearded old men lay there foaming at the mouth, their bodies twitching from exhaustion!

Master Mo Fengzi was embedded so seamlessly into the bluestone coffin that the seven of them couldn't find a single point of leverage. They had spent three whole hours digging, but they still couldn't get Master Mo Fengzi out!

"Old Eight, you win. After Master's first seven days of mourning are over, we'll be back!"

The seven white-haired and white-bearded old men leaned against the ancient coffin, standing up tremblingly. Their eyes, like cold blades, glared fiercely at the slightly protruding buttocks on the Ancient Bluestone Coffin lid before they turned and left dejectedly!

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in plain white robes, walked tremblingly into the Funeral Hall with a slight bow.

"Old Ancestor, the other seven Junior Martial Uncles have already flown ten thousand miles away!"

Boom!

The sound of ancient stone shattering rang out, and the Ancient Bluestone Coffin instantly exploded into several pieces, flying in all directions!

A visible shockwave ten zhang in size, swirling with dust, rippled outward like a stone thrown into the center of a lake!

As the dust gradually cleared, a handsome man in his twenties appeared, his body emitting wisps of Devilish Qi and a black whirlwind burning between his brows. He stood there naked, his body covered in muscular blocks!

The handsome man in his twenties was none other than the Old Ancestor of the Demon Wind Sect, Master Mo Fengzi.

"Heh heh heh... Those seven old fogies are finally gone!"

"Giggle..."

Master Mo Fengzi held his forehead with his hand, the corners of his mouth curling into a gruesome arc. With a face full of madness, he bared a mouthful of forest-white teeth and laughed maniacally, the dark muscles on his upper body shaking continuously with his laughter!

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in his forties, bowing in his plain robes, felt his scalp go numb. His hair instantly stood on end like needles, and his body couldn't help but tremble!

"Old Ancestor, the seven Junior Martial Uncles said they would return in seven days!"

"Oh? Is that so? I don't think they will..."

"But Junior Martial Uncles said when they left that after..."

"Wouldn't it be fine just to kill them all?"

"When the time comes, I'll bury them all next to Revered Master. It'll be perfect for them to continue being Revered Master and Disciples in the underworld!"

"I really am a Genius, coming up with such a brilliant idea..."

"Giggle..."

Master Mo Fengzi's laughter was like the low murmur of a devil, tearing at the eardrums of the middle-aged man in plain robes, vibrating wildly and causing a faint pain!

The middle-aged man's back instantly went cold, and cold sweat "whoosh"ed out from his forehead. "Drip! Drip!" It slid down his cheeks and hit the cold ground, splashing into several water flowers.

"Old Eight, I knew you were faking it!"

"Heh heh..."

A crane's cry soared into the sky, tearing through the firmament!

An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a Crane-patterned Robe, stepped on an Immortal Crane. He tore through the air, creating wisps of white smoke as he flew toward the naked Master Mo Fengzi!

The newcomer was the third Personal Disciple of the Demon Spirit Daoist, Crane Immortal!

Crane Immortal had long seen through Master Mo Fengzi's act, knowing he was faking it just because he didn't want to share the boundary crossing fee with the seven of them!

Therefore, when Crane Immortal left, he had left behind his Life-bound Crane to circle above the Demon Wind Sect.

Sure enough! After they left, Master Mo Fengzi directly shattered the Revered Master's Ancient Bluestone Coffin and walked out from the dust with a maniacal laugh.

Master Mo Fengzi's face darkened instantly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. Earthworm-like blood vessels instantly covered his entire body. His fingernails dug deep into his palms, and blood "drip, drop"ed from his knuckles onto the ground, splashing into several blood flowers!

"Third Brother won't ask for much, just give me eighty percent and I won't tell the others... Uh-ah!"

Master Mo Fengzi suddenly exerted force with his steps, turning into a flesh-colored streak of light so fast that an image couldn't even form on Crane Immortal's retina!

Like a ghost, Master Mo Fengzi suddenly appeared behind Crane Immortal. Veins bulged on his forehead as he threw a Dragon Demon Punch, unleashing a hundred-zhang Wind Demon Dragon that slammed hard into Crane Immortal's head!

Bang!

The sound of bones shattering mixed with a tragic, inhuman scream soared into the sky, making one's heart tremble and scalp go numb!

Crane Immortal's head was smashed like a watermelon by Master Mo Fengzi's punch! Warm blood mixed with minced meat splattered all over Master Mo Fengzi!

Blood instantly sprayed from Crane Immortal's severed neck like a magnificent fountain, blooming wantonly in the air of the Demon Wind Sect!

A sharp, startled cry from the crane soared into the sky. The Immortal Crane beneath Crane Immortal's feet trembled violently; where was its immortal and transcendent air now?