Transferrees, no matter how crazy they seem, aren't stupid.

If they can learn to hide themselves and do things without alarming others, even if they were stupid, decades of practice would have honed them.

Hu Ma understood in his heart that although they were capable of causing trouble and acting crazy here, once they were on their own turf, they would become proper and dignified.

Perhaps this was a characteristic of transferrees. No matter how serious they were individually, as long as they gathered together, they had to stir things up, as if not causing mischief would let down the fact that they had gathered together.

Miss Red Wine understood this and specially reminded him.

He wanted to use the Yan family's matter to test the mettle of these transferrees and get a sense of their abilities, but these guys also wanted to see his capabilities.

The reason they were so motivated to participate was that he had taken the lead in doing this with a mask, hiding his identity.

For transferrees, it was great to join in the fun without being exposed...

...Besides, there was blood sustenance to be earned?

Thinking of blood sustenance, Hu Ma's heart skipped a beat, and he retreated a step he had just taken, saying, "Sister Han, you've called so many people here, what about the blood sustenance..."

"..."

"What?"

Miss Red Wine, with her mouse mask, was only looking for the old acquaintances in Anzhou, wasn't she? The others were found through Shao Daozi (Burning Blade Liquor), so she naturally couldn't let them work for nothing. She had promised them two blood sustenance pills each...

"Of course, you have to account for these blood sustenance pills, anyway, you've made it, Grand Hall Official..."

"Two...two pills?"

Hu Ma was shocked to hear this. He gave Miss Red Wine twenty *jin* (approximately 26 pounds) each, but she distributed it as two pills and had to ask him to account for it...

So, the tricks-of-the-trade sect really had a knack for skinning people alive...

"Hehe, now that everyone's gathered here, who doesn't want to take the opportunity to broaden their horizons?"

Miss Red Wine sneered, "Giving them two pills is already good. Next time, I'll make them hand over two pills to participate."

"Compared to Miss Red Wine, our experience dealing with transferrees is indeed lacking..."

Hu Ma couldn't help but sigh. Without hesitation, he suddenly charged forward with his saber.

As he weaved his way forward, he reversed his ghost-head broadsword and blew a breath on the black bone on the hilt. In an instant, rolling *sha qi* (killing aura) surged throughout the entire area.

In front of him, the "Ghost Runner Little Head Choppers" who were yelling and causing a ruckus saw this and stepped aside, seemingly wanting to see Hu Ma's skills.

The guests invited by Master Yan had already suffered quite a few losses in the short span of a few blinks of an eye. They were now panicked and felt that the appearance of these Ghost Runner Little Head Choppers was too unreasonable and their abilities were too great. Now, they were caught off guard by the *sha qi* rushing towards their faces, and they were even more frightened, shouting loudly and stepping aside.

Hu Ma, holding the Penal Official Broadsword, charged straight in and, in an instant, reached the main table.

Across the table, the white-robed scholar's face changed drastically when he saw Hu Ma charging towards him. He trembled and twisted his body.

"Get out of the way!"

At that moment, someone suddenly shouted sharply and flashed in front of Hu Ma, throwing a punch.

It was the Guardian General under Iron Threshold King.

In this chaotic situation, the night-watchers seemed tougher than others. This Guardian General had not gained an advantage in the previous exchange with the Ghost Runner Little Hall Officials, and his iron whip had even been snatched away. But while others were suppressed and unable to lift their heads, he could still free his hands to protect the white-robed scholar for Master Yan.

He directly used his fists to meet Hu Ma's saber.

"Hmph, courting death!"

Hu Ma's masked face remained unchanged. The Penal Official Broadsword vibrated, and the fierce force on the blade was like a bolt of cloth, wanting to split the person blocking his path in two.

But the Guardian General, facing this saber, was not afraid at all. As he threw a heavy punch, he roared, and soul light suddenly appeared on his body, condensing into a three-*zhang* (approximately 33 feet) tall phantom wearing heavy armor.

It was his *faxiang* (dharma form). He had accumulated a lot of killing intent while fighting on all sides with the Iron Threshold King. Now, this *faxiang* was extremely solid, majestic, and invincible.

Looking at it, it had already pushed open three gate doors. It seemed that if he obtained the method, he would have a chance to cross the bridge.

He had to admit that in terms of night-watching skills, this person was now ahead of him.

But Hu Ma was also fearless and would not drop the ball in front of so many transferrees. He also roared in a low voice, and soul light appeared on his body, condensing into the Mighty Celestial Duke General Seal *faxiang*. During this period, he had killed evil spirits everywhere as a Ghost Runner Great Head Chopper and accumulated a lot of killing intent. Now, this *faxiang* was also fiercely condensed, making it look awe-inspiring.

Facing him alone was like facing an army fighting on the battlefield, and even the divine soul seemed to be suppressed.

It could be said that if it were someone else, all the *fa* (techniques) that could be suppressed by the army could not be used in front of him.

Although facing someone who had pushed open three gate doors was still slightly inferior, Hu Ma now had two advantages:

One was that he held the Penal Official Broadsword in his hand, with rolling *sha qi*, capable of slaying gods and splitting ghosts.

The other was that the Mighty Celestial Duke General Seal naturally had power and was not suppressed. The Guardian General's *faxiang* was powerful, but the Mighty Celestial Duke General called upon gods and scolded ghosts, and was most disdainful of it.

"Chi la!"

The two condensed their *faxiang* and did not hold back. The great momentum instantly shook the surrounding roofs and tiles, causing them to fall one after another.

The Guardian General threw a punch, wanting to knock Hu Ma back. In his imagination, Hu Ma should at least retreat three or four *zhang*, and his *faxiang* would be suppressed by him and unable to condense again. But he did not expect the other party to ignore his battlefield killing intent and instead raise his saber and swing it. The saber was so evil that he vaguely heard it laughing grimly, and it instantly chopped at his arm.

Chi la!

This arm, along with the divine soul *faxiang*, was directly unloaded and fell to the ground with a thud.

He was shocked and looked at Hu Ma in disbelief. He saw that the divine light of the *faxiang* on the other party's body was not as solid as his own, but it had a kind of superior, extremely arrogant aura. A cold snort came from his nose, and half a step of exhaled air was sprayed out, taking advantage of his surprise and unstable divine soul, instantly diluting his *faxiang* a lot.

Then, before he could get up, Hu Ma rushed up again, and with a mountain-opening move, the Penal Official Broadsword fell solidly, directly splitting the Guardian General open, with intestines and internal organs flowing all over the ground, and even the *faxiang* completely collapsed.

The next moment, Hu Ma didn't even look at him, kicked him aside, and rushed straight to the table.

At this moment, the only ones who could stop Hu Ma were the Yan family master and the concubine beside him.

The Yan family master was not a member of the *mendao* (sect), although he usually despised those who learned evil spells, but now, facing the rolling *sha qi* on Hu Ma's body at close range, his stomach full of Confucian books could not support his courage, and he was so frightened that his eyes lost focus and he trembled.

Unexpectedly, the delicate third concubine beside him suddenly glanced with extremely cold eyes, and in an instant, she jumped up from beside him, holding three silver needles between her fingers, like a red shadow, and rushed to Hu Ma in an instant, stabbing straight down.

Silver needle acupuncture!

This little concubine was inconspicuous in the Yan mansion. When she met the madam of the mansion, she also had to kowtow and salute.

But she was a true member of the Siming (Life Command) *mendao*, and her skills were not weak.

The Siming *mendao* did not have many means of killing people, but no one could underestimate them. Although the night-watchers were powerful after practicing the *faxiang*, she happened to have the skill of silver needle acupuncture. If she hit the three major soul gates of the night-watcher with silver needles, she could seal the night-watcher's *faxiang*.

They had many methods of harming people!

Of course, if asked, everyone in the Siming *mendao* would definitely wave their hands: "Kill people? We can't, we only know how to save people."

But facing the red shadow that was rushing towards him, Hu Ma did not dodge or avoid it, allowing the silver needles to hit his acupoints. Then, he looked down at her and smiled grimly. The little concubine was delighted to see the silver needles hit, but when she looked up, she met the grim smile on Hu Ma's mask. She was shocked and had no time to escape. She was grabbed by Hu Ma, her head facing the ground, and slammed hard on the ground.

"Pa!"

Brain matter splattered all over the ground, even on the face of the Yan family master.

The Mighty Celestial Duke General Seal had the broken armor hanging on the old tree in Shima Town to protect his body and was not afraid of silver needle acupuncture.

After killing the little concubine, Hu Ma did not stop. In an instant, he stepped forward, crushing the table. The next moment, he had forced the white-robed scholar into a dead corner, and the Penal Official Broadsword in his hand was unceremoniously swung, with *sha qi* overflowing.

"Don't kill me..."

The white-robed scholar didn't dare to resist, he just shouted loudly, "Please report to the Lord of the Town Suppression Bureau, I am willing to return to the altar..."

"I...I have important matters to report. It was not my intention to disobey the bureau's orders, but the Yan family forced me to refine pills..."

"..."

"The altar summoned you, but you didn't come. Now you're complaining?"

Hu Ma, who had raised the Penal Official Broadsword, roared at him grimly, "The time is not right, it's too late!"

"Go on your way!"

"..."

As he spoke, the Penal Official Broadsword fell, and in an instant, it chopped off the white-robed scholar's head.

He heard a loud shout, and blood splattered.

It was originally a demon body, and ordinary knives and guns could not kill it, but the Penal Official Broadsword was accurate with every strike. The head rolled on the ground, its mouth wide open, full of unwillingness.

The human body on the ground had also faded away, leaving only a white, fat, headless snake body, still twitching and rolling on the ground.

"Ah?"

Those Jianghu (martial world) *mendao* people who had been invited by Master Yan were all terrified at this sight.

Dead?

Just then, the watchman's drum sounded outside, and a voice shouted, "Zi Shi (11 PM - 1 AM) has arrived, the earth god is dead, the Town Suppression Bureau orders, ghosts and gods dare not disobey!"

As this voice sounded, more and louder sounds spread throughout the city: "Zi Shi has arrived, the earth god is dead..."

"The Town Suppression Bureau orders, ghosts and gods dare not disobey!"