Starting from the steel of the heart, slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 13 The Runaway Greyhound

He had already digested most of the original owner's memories by the time he transmigrated.

But this was the first time he had ever heard of the name Jingtianmen.

The man in black who had started wielding the knife ignored Zhang Ping's question, pointing the blade directly at Greyhound, and slowly walking towards Greyhound.

His footsteps were very light, making almost no sound on the ground.

But this one step made the greyhound's fur stand on end.

It sensed that the person before it was at the peak of the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm, just one step away from reaching the Blood Boiling Realm.

And the person next to him was the same.

If it were just one person, it would be easy to handle, but now there are two of them.

Furthermore, this person's swordsmanship is pure, arguably unparalleled; if it came to a direct confrontation...

The greyhound's eyes darted around as it pondered carefully.

The man in black stopped, his eyes behind the mask coldly fixed on the greyhound, his voice calm and undisturbed.

"If you cripple your cultivation, I will spare your life."

Such words carried an air of authority, and an invisible sense of oppression spread outwards.

Zhang Ping, standing behind the two, also sensed it.

He was also relieved that the two people had come to help him, otherwise he didn't want to think about the consequences.

He looked at the greyhound and sighed.

Since I can't kill it, I can't increase its health.

This makes it a few days slower than reaching 10,000 blood.

Upon hearing this, the greyhound on the other side did not hesitate.

He turned and ran.

With the help of four legs, it disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

The two men in black exchanged a glance, then simultaneously flashed away, chasing after the direction the greyhound had fled.

They moved so fast that Zhang Ping only had time to see two blurry black shadows flash over the wall before they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The courtyard became deserted again.

Apart from Li Changyun's already stiff corpse, only Zhang Ping was standing in the courtyard.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill.

Zhang Ping stood there, his body swaying slightly.

He watched the direction where the two had disappeared, but he didn't feel too conflicted.

Regardless of who those two people are, since they saved me, they will definitely come looking for me again.

Everything will become clear in time.

No need to overthink it.

Thinking about it is useless.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping finally relaxed his tense nerves.

The fighting spirit I had been holding on for so long vanished instantly, replaced by overwhelming exhaustion.

A wave of weakness washed over him, engulfing every inch of his muscles.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

His body slammed to the ground with a dull thud.

But he could feel nothing anymore, only the heavy snoring echoing through the courtyard.

I don't know how much time passed.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw an unfamiliar rooftop.

The gray-blue tiles and wooden beams were bathed in sunlight streaming through the paper windows, bringing a touch of warmth.

He blinked, his consciousness gradually returning.

I smelled a faint herbal scent.

Zhang Ping turned his head slightly and found himself lying on a wooden couch, covered with a thin quilt.

Furthermore, the wounds on his body had been carefully bandaged, and he could feel a cool sensation coming from the wounds.

This is where?

He propped himself up on his arms and sat up, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

The room was small, but simply furnished and tidy.

A table, a few chairs, a wooden clothes rack in the corner, a teapot and teacups on the table, and an oil lamp.

Judging from the layout, it looks like a side room in a government office.

He calmed down a bit, raised his right hand, and had a thought.

A familiar interface immediately appeared before my eyes.

HP: 6870/6870

Realm: Body Tempering Realm (Seventh Level)

Martial Arts: Iron-Cutting Saber Technique (Proficiency: Mastery)

Supernatural Power: Don't run away, let me take a hit!

Superpower: Damn it, I'll fucking kill you!

Looking at his full health bar, Zhang Ping let out a long breath.

It's not just your health that's restored, it's also your peace of mind.

This is what it feels like to have a trump card in hand.

However, to be fair, this "Dry You to Death" superpower has too many limitations. After using it, the user will become weak and helpless, like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

If those two hadn't shown up in time last night, I probably would have already confessed.

I still need to break through 10,000 blood to see what kind of supernatural power I can draw to complement it.

As Zhang Ping was thinking, the door was suddenly pushed open.

What comes into view is a slender figure.

Willows stand tall and green.

She was dressed in simple clothes, and her complexion had improved considerably.

He held a bowl of medicine in his hand, the brown liquid steaming hot.

As she stepped into the room, her gaze fell on Zhang Ping. Seeing that he was awake, a smile instantly bloomed on her face.

"Officer Zhang, you're awake."

Her voice was soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping never expected it to be her.

"Miss Liu, what's wrong with you...?"

He looked at Liu Lincui with some surprise, then at the medicine bowl in her hand.

Liu Lincui stepped forward, carefully placed the medicine bowl on the low stool beside the bed, took a small step back, lowered her eyes, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"When I heard that you were injured, I came to take care of you. I have no way to repay your life-saving grace, so I can only do some odd jobs."

Just as Zhang Ping was about to speak, another person walked in from outside.

Zhou Zheng.

He walked quickly, and upon entering and seeing Zhang Ping awake, he exclaimed with delight, "Boss, you're awake!"

Zhou Zheng walked to the bedside and looked Zhang Ping up and down, as if to make sure he was really alright.

Seeing Zhou Zheng's appearance, Zhang Ping had a sudden thought.

Judging from this reaction, could it be that he was unconscious for several days?

This made him somewhat concerned; it wouldn't be good if it were a side effect of his supernatural powers.

He immediately asked, "Zhou Zheng, how long have I been unconscious?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zheng scratched his head, as if he didn't know how to answer.

This made Zhang Ping even more concerned.

If using supernatural powers would leave one unconscious for several days, then those powers wouldn't be worth it.

Could it be that my health is rising, which is why I'm recovering so slowly?

Zhang Ping was frantically thinking to himself.

Zhou Zheng, however, said slowly, "Last night, your neighbors heard fighting and went to the yamen to report it."

"When we got there, we saw you lying on the ground, unconscious."

"If I estimate the time, it should have been about five hours."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping's lips twitched involuntarily.

Why can't this kid just say it directly?

However, hearing that it was only five hours, it seems that only one night had passed.

This allowed him to slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as the supernatural powers have no side effects, that's fine.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ping's gaze also fell upon Liu Lincui.

After noticing Zhang Ping's gaze, Zhou Zheng said directly, "Miss Liu was recuperating, but after hearing that you were injured, she came over immediately, saying she wanted to take care of you no matter what."

These words made Liu Lincui's cheeks flush slightly, but she did not refute them. She simply pushed the medicine bowl on the low stool towards Zhang Ping again.

"I don't know how to repay your life-saving grace, sir. Seeing that you are injured, I can only do odd jobs."

Liu Lincui bowed slightly and repeated what she had just said, but this time her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ping immediately waved his hand, "Miss Liu, you're too kind. You haven't fully recovered yet, how can I let you work so hard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his ears twitched slightly, as if he had heard something.

Then, looking at Zhou Zheng, he immediately said, "Zhou Zheng, I need to rest for a while. Please take Miss Liu downstairs to rest."

Zhou Zheng nodded and immediately turned to the side to make way. Liu Lincui, who was standing to the side, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

She could only purse her lips, give a slight bow, and turn to walk towards the door.

The two left, and the door was gently closed behind them.

The room fell silent instantly.

Zhang Ping stood up and stretched, then said in a low voice, "You two, come out!"