I drew a talisman to save the sun from its bleeding state.

Chapter 43: Five Thunder Palms with an Extra-Long Wind-Up – A Great Success

The car stopped in an alleyway across the street from the target shop. Zhou Zheng and the others sat in the car, observing the opposite side and discussing countermeasures.

Xu Fan shaded his eyes with his hand and observed for a while, looking puzzled: "This looks normal, I didn't find anything unusual, Brother Zhou, are you sure we're here?"

Zhou Zheng: "Don't question your brother Zhou's judgment. You should be thinking about what we should do next."

Xu Fan: "...I'm not questioning, I checked the Book of Life and Death. The family on the other side is quite diligent and thoughtful. On the surface, there seems to be no problem."

Zhou Zheng rolled his eyes: "Give me your phone, let me see what's going on."

Xu Fan adjusted the phone screen and handed it over: "Here, look, this is their household registration and interpersonal relationship records. Their lifespan in the living and the dead is clearly marked, and there are no evil cultivators among them."

The Book of Life and Death APP is an essential app for the ten underworld generals and ghost messengers to collect souls. Its background information is synchronized with the Book of Life and Death, the original artifact of the underworld. There is a slight delay, but its performance is powerful and never makes a mistake. That's how Xu Fan introduced it.

If you say there is no evil cultivation, then there is no evil cultivation.

Zhou Zheng flipped through two pages and pointed to one of the photos: "This is the man. He's an evil cultivator, and his profession is a curse master."

Xu Fan took it and glanced at it, carefully flipping through it from beginning to end. He was surprised: "There are no signs of evil cultivation here. Could it be that the other side is using Shen Gang's appearance to do their thing? A disguise?"

Zhou Zheng looked at the middle-aged, thin man leaning against the chair behind the funeral shop counter.

Shen Gang (Late-stage Tier 1 Curse Master)

Zhou Zheng was certain: "Impossible. My eyes are my ruler. He's a curse master and evil cultivator. There must be something wrong with your broken phone."

Xu Fan clicked on the application for calibration information, which showed that the process was in progress: "Okay, maybe then. What do you think, Brother Liu?"

Liu Zhen chuckled as he watched the kids bickering over their identities: "That guy is a heretical cultivator. Little Xu, you can't trust the Book of Life and Death too much. If the Book of Life and Death could solve all problems, the world would be at peace long ago. The heretical cultivator must have used some method to deceive the Book of Life and Death. In this kind of situation, you'd have to hold your phone right up to his face to verify the information."

Xu Fan blushed and put away his phone: "Okay, so should we go in and grab him directly? Or should we beat him to death to capture his soul? I prefer the third option, using my Soul-Hooking Chains to forcibly pull his living soul out for interrogation."

Zhou Zheng remained silent, but even without knowledge of the soul, he knew that Xu Fan was seeking pure revenge, and a very ruthless one at that.

Initially, everyone planned to attack directly, but upon arriving at the location, they discovered it was a commercial street with occasional pedestrian crossings. Fighting a late-stage Tier 1 curse master here could potentially harm the people nearby.

So, they discussed in the car how to quickly and ruthlessly arrest Shen Gang—or simply kill him—while minimizing the commotion.

Inside the funeral home, a young woman was holding a child; she was Shen Gang's daughter-in-law and grandson—Xu Fan was seriously considering whether he could kill the whole family.

Zhou Zheng didn't express his opinion, deciding to play it by ear. If Shen Gang's family resisted, he would just have to beat them to the point of near death as a precaution—be kind when he needed to be, and absolutely ruthless when he needed to beat them to the point of near death.

Zhou Zheng said, "Alright, let's proceed according to the original plan. Tang Ying, go around to the back and block the door. Xiao Xue, you follow behind me with your phone, ready to play some music to create atmosphere. Xu Fan, wear a hat to cover your face, don't let Shen Gang recognize you. Brother Liu, do as you please. If we can capture them alive, we will. If we can't capture them alive, we'll kill them first and let Xu Fan collect their souls. The worst-case scenario is that we can't save either the living or the soul, so we'll save the body and give me a chance to deduce the truth."

Also, Tang Ying, remember that the Golden Light Thunder Spell on you has a limited number of uses, and the talisman was drawn by me on the spot. Don't fight head-on; just stall for time so Xu Fan and I can get there. However… a late-stage first-tier cultivator, which is equivalent to a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, probably can't withstand a pistol that's been blessed, right?”

Liu Zhen shrugged: "I only know that Foundation Establishment stage cultivators can ignore some weak firearms. I haven't paid attention to the late Qi Refining stage yet."

Zhou Zheng was too lazy to think. He didn't care what realm you were at. If you acted too aggressively, he would directly use the Five Thunder Punishment on your face. Only if you survived would you be qualified to fight me.

Using the Five Thunder Punishments of Thunder Path to beat evil cultivators is incredibly satisfying.

After giving their instructions, everyone checked their equipment and the effectiveness of their talismans. Only after confirming that everything was in order did they get off the bus and head together towards the funeral parlor across the street.

After crossing the traffic lights to the funeral home across the street, Zhou Zheng asked Xiaoxue to turn on her phone and play music, while Xu Fan stood at the very back with his hat pulled low.

The entrance music for "God of Gamblers" begins. (Image)

Zhou Zheng stepped into the funeral home to the background music and went straight to Shen Gang, who was leaning against a chair playing on his phone at the counter in the middle of the store.

Hearing the music, Shen Gang looked up in surprise and saw a handsome young man in a black shirt walk into the store, followed by a pretty girl playing music on her phone. At the very back were a young man in the same industry who was covering his face to avoid embarrassment and a slightly chubby middle-aged man who was also covering his face.

Shen Gang felt he had encountered a mentally ill customer.

But my body instinctively made me stand up: "What would you like to buy, sir?" Damn it, why did I stand up to greet this lunatic?

Zhou Zheng grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the air. Amidst the falling paper money, he said in a deep voice, "Boss, I want to talk to you about a big deal. Xiao Xu, Brother Liu Zhen, you two pull down the roller shutters."

Shen Gang's eyelids twitched slightly. Listening to the music, he looked at the eccentric young man in the black shirt, but honestly asked, "How big? How many do you want?"

Zhou Zheng stepped on the paper money, while Xiao Xue behind him played songs on repeat and threw paper money into the air, creating a high point in the atmosphere for her boyfriend. Xu Fan and Liu Zhen had already pulled down the roller shutter door.

Shen Gang sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He just gripped the lining of his sleeve with one hand. If this lunatic hurt someone, especially his grandson and daughter-in-law who were watching cartoons in the back, he would have to teach them a lesson.

Zhou Zheng walked up to Shen Gang, his face somber, and slowly opened his right hand.

Shen Gang frowned: "Buy five hundred yuan worth of paper money?"

Zhou Zheng raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head slightly.

Shen Gang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Five thousand? That's quite a lot. We can deliver to your door."

Zhou Zheng smiled dismissively.

Shen Gang's pupils shrank sharply: "Fifty, fifty thousand? Sir, we may not have that many goods here, but if you want them, I can get some, it will just take a little time."

Zhou Zheng smiled, raised his right hand towards Shen Gang, and condensed five thunderbolts, with five-colored lightning emanating from his palm.

To be honest, I didn't expect it to be so easy. I actually got this evil cultivator to obediently put his face close to my Five Thunder Palm and even give me a very long time to charge up.

Shen Gang's face froze completely: "Five...Five Thunder Palms?"

It's not five hundred, not five thousand, not fifty thousand, it's the Five Thunder Palm.

Now, the Five Thunder Palm is only a dozen centimeters away from Shen Gang's head.

Shen Gang was completely stunned, completely dumbfounded, completely insane, completely at a loss, and utterly dumbfounded.

Even a Foundation Establishment evil cultivator would be helpless. Caught completely off guard, with only a few centimeters between his face and the Five Thunder Palm, any resistance would only result in being blasted to pieces.

Hot fact: The Five Thunder Palm technique can strike the head of any unprotected novice evil cultivator with just one palm strike—just kidding, the same goes for other cultivators.

Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

A young man in a black shirt walked into the shop, playing music, stepping on a shower of paper money, and shouting that he wanted to discuss big business.

A: That's a lunatic.

B: This is a sick, big client.

C: Young people are doing performance art here.

D: This is a Thunder Cultivator who is preparing to deceive himself and has mastered the Five Thunder Palm. He plans to use this abstract behavior to cover up his true purpose, using an extremely long pre-cast animation to deceive himself in order to put his head in front of his Five Thunder Palm.

It can't be the fourth scenario, right?

But the reality is the fourth scenario, which is extremely absurd.

Zhou Zheng smiled brightly: "Don't move, or I'll smash your head and soul in one swift motion."

Cold sweat rolled down Shen Gang's face, and his throat bobbed slightly: "Okay."