I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night Chapter 66 - 64: Ominous Signs, At the Slaughterhouse

Mr. Liu Jing, whose original na is Liu Jing, a direct disciple of the twelfth temple priest of Liu Zun Temple.

He had grown up in Liu Zun Temple since childhood, following the temple’s divine laws and resolving to eradicate evil spirits.

Lin Yan actually had a rather positive impression of this young man who was just starting out.

Especially after encountering Liu Yi, those born into nobility yet morally corrupted, he found Mr. Liu Jing to be of good character and kindhearted.

Moreover, this young man’s mastery of Divine Arts was actually not low; it was just that the evil spirit that night had rged with the "Divine Intent Qi Type." Other than the secret techniques controlled by the twelve temple priests, ordinary temple techniques were ineffective.

After this incident, Mr. Liu Jing decided to report the peculiarities of this evil spirit to Liu Zun Temple.

But within two days, was Mr. Liu Jing nearly dead?

"The six incense burners by Mr. Liu Jing’s side had already died the night before, but Mr. Liu Jing, probably due to his high accomplishnt in Divine Arts, hung on by a breath,"

Colonel ng Lu’s face was sowhat pale as he said, "Now the twelve temple priests of Liu Zun Temple have exhausted all thods to cling to his life, yet they have been unable to wake him."

"Therefore, even Liu Zun Temple does not know what exactly happened to him,"

Hearing this, Lin Yan’s expression grew increasingly serious.

As Colonel ng Lu moved closer, he lowered his voice and said, "The night patrol envoys who ascended Bull Horn Mountain with us that night also t with trouble yesterday..."

"Hmm?"

Lin Yan said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"These night envoys, tasked to patrol last night near Bull Horn Mountain, seed to have turned on each other over a gold bar they found, killing each other and perishing together, the situation is full of strangeness."

Colonel ng Lu spoke gravely, "Only one survivor, who since returning from Bull Horn Mountain has been weak and feverish, not on duty, now lying sick at ho, fortunately escaped the disaster."

His expression extrely complicated, he said, "If this continues, I’m afraid the next one..."

Although he did not clarify, Lin Yan understood his implication.

With those before him dead, next it might be ng Lu’s turn, as well as the soldiers under ng Lu’s command.

"I have already reported to the Great Commander, who has guarded the city for decades and has extensive connections, not limited to the Outer South Governnt Office."

ng Lu spoke softly, "His lordship has already reported to the inner city, but it seems there has been no movent; however, people from Liu Zun Temple, looked for today..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan’s eyebrows raised, signaling ng Lu to continue.

"It was a woman, nad Ling He, who claims to be Mr. Liu Jing’s senior sister, also a direct disciple of the twelve temple priests."

"She said that this ti it’s different from the past, it’s not an evil spirit, not a demon, and not human."

"The temple currently has no solution, just so speculations."

"That night on Bull Horn Mountain, all who were there got tainted with misfortune. If they gather together, the signs of misfortune will erge."

"Those dozen patrol envoys, patrolling together at night, were the first to show the signs of misfortune."

"Mr. Liu Jing was with those six Divine Envoys on the way back to the city when the change occurred."

ng Lu’s face was completely drained of color as he said, "The Great Commander has already temporarily dispersed the soldiers under my command, integrating them into different squads."

After he finished saying this, he reached into his robe and took out a few Spirit Talismans, "These were given by Miss Ling He, to be distributed among the brothers... These three are for Master."

Lin Yan did not refuse, took the Spirit Talismans, and frowned, "Did she say anything else?"

ng Lu spoke softly, "After nightfall, do not gather together, there will be no issues for a short ti, and the temple will resolve it as soon as possible!"

"During this period, moreover, do not get injured, especially do not bleed."

After a pause, ng Lu continued, "But I feel that, this so-called sign of misfortune, might gradually deepen over ti, and eventually, even a lone person will trigger it."

As he spoke, his gaze towards the Master in front of him was extrely complex, with an undertone of hope.

After the battle at Bull Horn Mountain, he had realized that this Master could kill evil spirits.

Ordinary martial artists killing evil spirits, apart from using the power of the temple, have no other ans.

Only those who enter the path through martial arts, with the cultivation of the Refining Essence Realm, expending vital essence, can inflict damage on evil spirits.

For him, this strange event was extrely terrifying.

But equally for him, a strong person in the Refining Essence Realm was also an unattainable existence.

Perhaps Master would have a way to deal with the ominous signs following the battle at Bull Horn Mountain.

"In the coming days, act cautiously. If sothing happens, you can find at Linjiang Station."

Lin Yan said solemnly, "I know too little about this matter to give you an answer now. Let investigate further."

ng Lu perford a bow and then withdrew.

After that, Lin Yan returned to Linjiang Station and then to his residence. He removed his disguise, took off his mask, and reverted to his original appearance.

In his identity as Lin Yan, he left Linjiang Station and went straight to Mr. Lu’s small courtyard.

However, he found the courtyard locked, and both Mr. Lu and the man with the black face were not at ho.

Thinking that the Temple might be striving to resolve the matter, Lin Yan couldn’t help but think, "Could it be that Liu Zun Temple asked Mr. Lu to enter the inner city to investigate what happened to Mr. Jing?

With this thought in mind, he wasn’t in a hurry and started heading towards the slaughterhouse.

Now, as a minor banner at Linjiang Station and truly unable to be at two places at once, Lin Yan could no longer work at the slaughterhouse.

Therefore, he had to quit this livelihood, which was a pity, as killing pigs and sheep every day had allowed him to accumulate so slight Evil Qi over a long period.

"Since I’m quitting, according to the rules, it should go to Xie Yang."

Lin Yan thought to himself.

Within the slaughterhouse, there were many laborers.

Among them, several apprentices followed him, learning the nial tasks of slaughtering pigs and sheep and dissecting their muscles, bones, and flesh.

These people earned less than a Silver a month, but the benefit was that they could take so scraps of at ho to feed their families.

If they could actually wield the knife, they would earn two Silvers and their status would indeed differ.

When Lin Yan arrived at the slaughterhouse, he found the atmosphere sowhat strange.

In the last two days, due to Evil beings entering the city and the rich blood qi at the slaughterhouse, operations had to be paused temporarily.

Therefore, even Lin Yan couldn’t be considered "absent from work" during these days.

Before Lin Yan could wonder what had happened, he saw an apprentice nad Xie Yang hurriedly running towards him.

"Brother Yan, sothing bad has happened, soone has taken your knife."

"Hmm?"

Lin Yan raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but laugh.

If his butcher’s knife was taken, it was akin to his position being usurped.

His identity as a butcher had unexpectedly also been stolen away?

"It was Zhou Qi. His sister was married a few days ago to the Zhou family who owns the third street in our district,"

Xie Yang said in a low voice, "They say the family head recently got punished and his future is at risk, so they gave your knife to Zhou Qi."

Lin Yan frowned.

Zhou Qi was also one of his apprentices, sycophantic yet overly cunning, two-faced.

Thus, Lin Yan had planned to pass the position to Xie Yang, not intending it for Zhou Qi.

Unexpectedly, his position was stolen today?

"Master Lin, haven’t seen you for many days."

At this mont, a young man, laughing heartily, ca over.

In his hand, he held a butcher’s knife stained with blood.

His proud and boastful expression was unmistakable.