Time Travel: The Survival of Li Zhi

Chapter 244 Blocking

Li Zhi, who was walking on the street, suddenly stopped walking as if he noticed something unusual.

His brows were instantly furrowed, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

It was because he sensed that the mosquito demon, which had been following Zhao Ju steadily, was now unable to follow him into the mansion where Zhao Ju had entered. It was blocked outside by an unknown force. This situation was really strange.

Fengzi Cheng saw all of Li Zhi's strange behavior. He looked up at Li Zhi with a questioning look in his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Zhi turned his head and looked at Cheng Fengzi seriously, and said in a serious tone: "Something is wrong!"

After saying that, Li Zhi did not delay any longer. He quickened his pace and walked hurriedly towards the direction of the mansion.

Seeing this, Cheng Fengzi knew that since Li Zhi reacted like this, something must have happened, so he quickly followed without hesitation. The two figures quickly passed by on the street, causing a slight gust of wind.

After a short while, Li Zhi and his companions successfully arrived at the mansion that Zhao Ju had just entered.

At the entrance of the mansion, Lu Sanzheng and several other young masters' guards were standing there. They were standing or leaning, with different postures, and it was obvious that they were waiting for their masters to come out after having fun inside.

Cheng Fengzi just glanced at them casually, and then ignored them. He was about to walk straight to the gate of the mansion, ready to go in and find out what was going on. However, he was stopped by these people just after he took a few steps.

One of the men had an unusually blue-gray complexion and a gloomy look. He first looked at Cheng Fengzi coldly, then lowered his voice and said, "Our young master is in there. It would be bad if you went in and disturbed his fun."

There was an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

Fengzi Cheng stopped and stared at the man in front of him. He asked slowly, "Who is your young master?"

The man raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "My son's name is Wu Shi."

Under normal circumstances, even the high and mighty prefect would tremble at the mere mention of Wu Shi's name. Therefore, this man was very confident that after he announced Wu Shi's name, the person in front of him would be scared and run away.

However, after hearing this, Cheng Fengzi just picked his ears calmly, as if the words the other person said did not enter his ears at all, and then said nonchalantly: "I don't know him."

After saying these three words, Cheng Fengzi didn't wait for the other party to react. He just reached out and pushed the man away, and continued to walk inside without any hesitation because of the other party's obstruction.

The man's face suddenly changed when he saw this, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. He shouted, "How dare you!"

This shout rang out in the air like a thunderclap, making people's ears buzz.

As he spoke, he did not hesitate any longer and immediately took action. He suddenly pulled out the short stick at his waist at an extremely fast speed.

Then he swung his arm and hit the madman's head hard. The hit was so fierce that if it hit hard, it would definitely smash the man's head into pieces.

Seeing this, Cheng Fengzi did not dodge or evade. Instead, his body moved as fast as lightning and he rushed forward in an instant.

The man with a pale face couldn't help but frown when he saw Cheng Fengzi rushing towards him fearlessly.

Originally, he intended to smash the stick towards Cheng Fengzi's head, thinking that the opponent would either be smashed on the head or dodge hastily. However, he did not expect that the person in front of him not only did not dodge, but instead took the initiative to approach him.

As a result, the short stick in his hand was not easy to use. The short stick was originally swinging with force, but it was a little slow to change its moves. His eyes were gleaming, and he instantly realized that Cheng Fengzi's strength should not be underestimated and was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people.

But this man was also a man who had a very high opinion of himself. Although he had a new assessment of Cheng Fengzi's strength in his heart, he was also confident that his strength was not much inferior to others.

He reacted very quickly, and the short stick in his hand turned and changed the direction of attack, stabbing straight at Cheng Fengzi. The tip of the short stick flashed a cold light in the sun, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, going straight for the vital point.

The look in Cheng Fengzi's eyes remained calm and steady. Just as the short stick was about to poke his chest, his arm had already touched the weapon behind his back like a snake.

The movement was so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. One only saw a flash before their eyes, and the next moment, a cold light suddenly flashed.

Then, a shocking scene happened. The man with a blue-gray face, whose right hand, which was originally tightly holding the short stick and poking at Cheng Fengzi, was broken at the shoulder.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, hot blood instantly gushed out from the broken part like a red fountain, spreading a blood mist in the air.

Cheng Fengzi slightly turned his body to avoid the spurting hot blood. Then, without hesitation, he kicked the screaming man with a broken arm away.

The man's body was like a rag bag. It drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground not far away, raising a cloud of dust. Then he lay there, groaning in pain, with blood still oozing from the broken part of his right hand.

At this time, the others standing by came to their senses as if awakened from a dream. They had never thought that in Zhaoyang City, there would be someone who dared to attack them so blatantly.

In their opinion, this is simply an act of seeking death!

Suddenly, they could no longer suppress their anger and rushed towards Cheng Fengzi. They looked so aggressive as if they wanted to eat Cheng Fengzi alive.

However, they had just taken a few steps when they were immediately cast as if under a spell and dared not move at all.

In front of them, five ferocious and vicious little ghosts appeared at some point.

Those little ghosts all had green faces and fangs, their eyes as big as copper bells, staring at them viciously, and from time to time they let out bursts of low roars, as if they would be attacked by these little ghosts immediately if they moved even the slightest.

Li Zhi looked gloomy, his eyes swept over them sharply, and he slowly said, "You'd better not move, these little devils of mine are all holding back their anger."

Li Zhi was indeed not lying, his five little ghosts were beaten so badly by the man with a broken gun in Yansheng City, and now they are all so angry that they have no place to vent.

At this time, Lu San, who had been standing by and watching coldly, finally spoke slowly: "Why, the Night Tour Division is now also interfering in the affairs of ordinary people?"

Hearing this, Fengzi Cheng turned around and looked at Lu San coldly. His face was stern and he said, "Since you know that I am from the Night Patrol Department, then don't block me here. Be careful that your master is killed by evil spirits. Don't blame me for not warning you when the time comes."

Lu San just laughed, his smile full of disdain, and he didn't take Cheng Fengzi's words to heart at all. He said: "Mr. Zhao has great blessings, how could any evil spirit dare to approach him?"

After hearing this, Fengzi shook his head helplessly. He knew that it was useless to talk to such a person, so he said, "Whether you believe it or not has nothing to do with me. Just don't stop me from doing my job. We are here for a reason."

However, Lu San still refused to give in. His originally playful expression gradually turned into a serious one as the conversation went on. He said, "Last time, I was slapped by Master Zhao because I accidentally walked in. My face still hurts from that slap. If I let you in this time and ruin his mood, won't I have to get slapped a few more times? I don't want to suffer this again."

Seeing Lu San's stubborn attitude, Cheng Fengzi realized that it was useless to talk to him any more, as it was simply not going to make sense. So he simply stopped talking and raised his hand slowly with a stern expression.

I saw that in his hand he was tightly holding a sickle that looked like the one a farmer uses to cut grass.

The blade of the sickle was still stained with blood that had not yet dried. Drop by drop, it slowly slid down the blade, splashing small pieces of dark red blood on the ground, revealing a chilling and murderous aura.