Volume 1: The Dark Edge of the Ghost Doctor 023 Night Battle! A Huge Gap in Strength!

  Tang Zihao nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice, "I have already given the order. From today on, we will decline all visitors and arrange for secret guards to protect Father in secret. I will find out who wants to harm Father!"

  After hearing his words, she felt a sense of relief in her heart. She didn't expect that the usually dull-looking him would become so calm and reliable when something happened at home. Her gaze lingered on him, thinking to herself: Brother Fatso's chubby appearance gave people a stupid impression, but his thoughts were meticulous, perhaps even more so than hers. Otherwise, how could he have become a top martial artist at the age of 18?

  "Sister, you're also tired today, go back to your room and rest first! Dad is here, I'll take care of him."

  She shook her head and said, "Fat brother, let me take care of Dad. You go rest."

  "No, I'm worried that those people know Father is still alive and will take action tonight, so I have to stay and keep watch." Those people could hurt his father like this, they must be no ordinary people. If there really is going to be some action, it's likely to be a fierce battle!

  Seeing this, Tang Xin could only nod and respond: "Alright then, I'll head back first."

  Night, gradually quieted down, the sound of night cicadas became clearer in this deep and quiet night. A gentle breeze blew by, causing the leaves to rustle, but it was unclear whether it was due to the profound darkness or if real danger was looming. In the Xiang House, an eerie and ominous atmosphere was subtly spreading...

  In the dark, hidden guards dare not relax for a moment. Those who have lived in the shadow of swords and knives for years know that the calmer it is, the more dangerous it is.

  In the courtyard of Tang Xin's residence, Xia Yu followed closely behind her and asked in a low voice, "Miss, are you worried that something will happen tonight?"

  "Don't you think so?" Tang Xin walked to the window, looking at the quiet and eerie night outside, saying: "I gave Father an injection, he took the medicine, his life is temporarily saved, but I haven't made the antidote for that poison yet. Those people who could hurt my father like that will surely come again."

  Xia Yu's eyebrows furrowed with concern, "Master is a high-ranking martial artist of the Wu Zong Sect. The person who injured him must be even more powerful than Master. With the current defensive capabilities of the Xiang Fu, I'm afraid..."

  Tang Xin sank into thought for a moment before saying, "You go tell Xiao Xue to keep close guard on my mother's safety. As for the rest, I'll take care of it."

  "Yes." Xia Yu responded with a single word and then walked out.

  She gazed at the dark night sky, her eyes flashing slightly, and took out a small jade flute from her waist, placing it to her lips and blowing a gentle melody...

  At the same time, in several different places, seven people appeared with strange conditions due to the sound of the flute.

  The old monster, who was originally sleeping comfortably in his bed, suddenly clutched his stomach and let out a loud cry of pain. As he crawled out of bed, he cursed loudly: "This damned little girl, what is she doing at this hour? Can't even let people sleep!"

  In addition, two men were originally hugging a wine jar on the mountain top drinking, this belly suddenly started to hurt, and they constantly exclaimed: "Stinky girl, must raise worms in the old man's belly, it's really hateful!"

  In the imperial palace, three old men each carrying a bulging sack of treasure were making their way back without alarming any of the palace guards when suddenly a sharp pain struck one of them in the stomach. "Ahh!" he cried out as his hand slipped and the heavy sack fell to the ground, spilling its precious contents everywhere. At the same time, this commotion also startled the palace guards, who quickly surrounded the three old men with hundreds of guards closing in on them.

  "Daring thieves! How dare you sneak into the imperial palace at night and steal treasures? Guards, take them down!"

  "It's all over, my treasure! Those three old men looked at the scattered treasures with unbearable pain, stomping their feet on the roof: "That witch was born to torment us!"

  There was another person at this time in the brothel, holding the beautiful Mei Jiuniang in his arms, who was about to rush to Wushan together. At a critical moment, a severe pain suddenly came from the abdomen, and he felt stiff all over, and a certain part suddenly burst and flowed like a thousand miles...

  "Damn woman! Why did you have to come at this critical moment? If I don't make it from now on, I'll hold you responsible!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, but didn't stop for a moment. He quickly got up, grabbed the red robe by the bed and put it on, then leaped out of the window.

  Seven figures stood at a high place, simultaneously lifting their heads to gaze up at the pitch-black sky. Before long, a red signal shot upwards, and upon seeing it, the seven people simultaneously raised an eyebrow.

  "What's so urgent? Must use red signal?"

  Seeing it was a red signal, he didn't dare to delay and immediately flew towards the direction where the signal was sent.

  When the moonlight was sparse, the night sky was half-covered with clouds, and only a few stars shone brightly on the ground. At this time, more than a dozen ghostly figures flew in, silently entering the mansion, and the guards were quietly taken care of and dragged behind the fake mountain to hide. If someone saw them at this time, they would definitely be shocked, because these dozen or so black figures covered their faces with black cloth, held sharp blades, and walked quickly with their waists bent. Their footsteps were light, and their movements were incredibly agile, far surpassing ordinary assassins.

  Tang Zihao, who was keeping watch in the room, originally had his eyes closed and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. However, when that faint noise entered his ears, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light burst out from his narrow eyes. He quickly grasped the sword placed at the head of the bed and walked out of the room, while giving orders to the two dark guards inside.

  "Whoever comes near will be killed without exception!"

  At this time, his voice had a few rare stern colors, making people involuntarily feel a sense of trepidation.

  As soon as the door was pushed open and he walked out, more than a dozen black figures flashed in like ghosts. The dark guards hiding in the shadows jumped out at the same time to block Tang Zihao's path, each revealing the swords in their hands. Both sides were filled with murderous intent, their battle spirit fierce and icy, the scene reaching a boiling point where one spark could set off a fight!

  Standing at the door, Tang Zihao saw that all of them were masters above the fifth level of martial arts, and among them, there was even a strong martial artist. On their side, only four or five dark guards had reached the fifth level of martial arts or higher. The disparity in strength between the two sides was apparent at first glance, and before the battle had even begun, his heart had already chilled by half.

  "What kind of people are you? Who sent you here?"

  "You're going to be the death of me!"

  A black-clad man's sinister voice rang out, his large hand waved, and he shouted loudly: "Cut the grass and eliminate the roots! Not a single one will be left!"

  Upon hearing this, Tang Zihao narrowed his small eyes, embracing a determination to fight to the death, and shouted: "Hold onto the prime minister's mansion, let them come in walking, and go out horizontally!" The voice mixed with martial power spread out, and the entire prime minister's mansion heard it clearly...