I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons-Chapter 94: Wind Moon Tower Ghost

"Well, this young master is curious to see what this newly opened Fengyue Building is all about."

"Surprisingly, without notifying me, a Fengyue Building has silently opened up on my territory."

Hua Jianghe saw the alluring and beautiful women upstairs, and evil intentions surged in his heart.

This time, no one dared to stop Hua Jianghe’s decision.

After all, having the precedent of that burly man being dissuaded, no one else dared to speak up.

They didn’t want to get slapped!

As Hua Jianghe and his group entered the Fengyue Building, they were greeted by a mysterious aroma that made them feel inexplicably light-headed.

"Strange, why does it feel a bit cold!"

The burly man who had just been slapped suddenly felt a chill creeping in.

This chill wasn’t merely a drop in temperature but had a sinister feel to it.

It wasn’t just the burly man; the other men surrounding Hua Jianghe felt the same way.

"Young master, something’s not right."

With these strange sensations, an older burly man suddenly stopped, leaned close to Hua Jianghe, and whispered in his ear.

"Huh?"

A trace of displeasure flashed across Hua Jianghe’s face, but seeing that it was the older burly man speaking, he didn’t explode like before.

That surge of evil intent was also suppressed by Hua Jianghe as he glanced around at the scene inside the Fengyue Building.

What met his eyes was the first floor of Fengyue Building, where a dozen exquisite and tasteful tables were set, covered with intricately patterned veils.

Figures moved subtly, and there were many young, wealthy young masters dressed just like him.

A group of beautiful women walked gracefully among them, with enchanting allure and captivating charm.

They wore luxurious and thin garments, adorned with various exquisite jewels, moving lightly, dancing through the crowd.

"Come, young master, over here, Shuang, Xiaoli, quickly attend to the young master."

But before Hua Jianghe could finish looking around.

A charming woman approached, wearing a bright red dress, and a stronger mysterious aroma wafted forward.

Under this mysterious aroma, Hua Jianghe’s five guards felt their minds go blank, their eyes filled with confusion.

Without the guards to warn him, Hua Jianghe’s evil desires inside him inflated infinitely.

Hua Jianghe’s eyes began to glaze over.

Two women, with peach-like faces, eyebrows drawn like paintings, wearing light pink thin veils, walked over gracefully.

Then, taking advantage of the moment, they extended their white jade-like arms, standing one on each side, hooking onto Hua Jianghe’s arms.

"Young master, let Shuang and Xiaoli take care of..."

At that moment, a strong gust of wind swept through, scorching white mist rushing in, like crashing waves of the sea, surging towards Hua Jianghe.

"Impudent!"

"How dare you!"

This voice, like a thunderclap on a clear day, echoed through the Fengyue Building, awakening everyone inside.

A middle-aged man, about fifty or sixty years old, holding a large knife, stepped in, with intense white mist emanating from the blade.

The middle-aged man, with a heavy expression, looked at the Fengyue Building.

He rushed in from outside, his actions swift and clean, directly slashing at the two women beside Hua Jianghe.

In an instant, the two women were cleaved in half by the fierce blade light.

But what was eerie was that the women sliced in half didn’t have blood splattering.

Instead, they let out a wretched scream, and their beautiful faces quickly ignited, turning into wisps of white smoke.

With that scream, the scene inside Fengyue Building quickly shifted, the lively, joyous scene gradually fading away.

Hua Jianghe’s dazed eyes suddenly cleared, only feeling a faint pain in both arms.

"Ah!"

"My hands!"

As he looked down, he saw that both of his arms had turned jet black, with strands of cold air emanating from them.

Then, under Hua Jianghe’s widened eyes.

The middle-aged man swung his large knife again, cutting fiercely towards Hua Jianghe’s arms.

Snap!

Two soft sounds were heard, and Hua Jianghe’s arms fell to the ground.

"Mr. Qing, you!"

Hua Jianghe’s eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at the middle-aged man.

He couldn’t understand why this man, whom he knew so well, would cut off his arms.

Mr. Qing, he was the great elder of the Celestial Sea Gang, and besides his father, the only Martial Artist of Blood Refining Realm.

More importantly, he was the eldest disciple of his grandfather Hua Tianhai, who usually took great care of him.

Why would he suddenly appear here today and cut off his arms?

"Xiao He!"

"Look around you, how did you barge in here."

Upon hearing this, Hua Jianghe, enduring the immense pain, quickly looked around.

Immediately, he saw a terrifying scene.

The originally brightly lit, luxurious Fengyue Building had turned into a gloomy, damp, decaying structure.

And the passersby who came in, also turned into spiritless, decayed shells exuding cold air.

What terrified Hua Jianghe even more was that his five guards also lay on the ground, incomplete, devoid of any life.

"Mr. Qing, what are these things!"

"Are they the ones?"

Seeing this unbelievable scene, Hua Jianghe suddenly recalled those things his grandfather and father talked about.

"Yes!"

"The Wind Moon Tower Ghost!"

The middle-aged man exuded a thick aura to fend off the increasingly cold gloom.

"This thing."

"How is it possible!"

"Wasn’t it dealt with eight years ago by the inspector from Profound Bird Guard?"

"How could it have revived?"

Ignoring Mr. Qing’s grave expression, Hua Jianghe grew anxious, quickly speaking up.

"Mr. Qing, get me out of here!"

Escape?

If it were that simple, he would have taken Hua Jianghe out of here earlier.

Mr. Qing heard Hua Jianghe’s plea, his face turning pale, as he glanced up to the second floor.

There was a broken, damp, decayed door, with a faint green glow emanating from inside the room.

Under the eerie green light, in front of the door, a shadow loomed, seemingly watching them.

Hua Jianghe noticed Mr. Qing’s unusual behavior, following his gaze to see this ghastly sight.

"Mr. Qing, save me!"

Being the grand elder of Celestial Sea Gang, he naturally knew the origin of the thing in front of the door.

Wind Moon Tower Ghost!

"A formidable ghost!"

The middle-aged man felt the cold air solidifying more, affecting his aura.