Chapter 40: Punishing Evil
Before he could speak, Zhao Qi spoke first: "Did you see evil spirits?"
Chen Sanjiao quickly stood up, but his whole body was still pressed against the wall: "Yes, ah, it doesn't count..."
Zhao Qi walked a few steps inside the house, then frowned and looked at the two jars and the stove: "What kind of evil spirits are there?"
"Master Immortal, it's not evil, it's... my breast..."
Zhao Qi stopped and turned to stare at Chen Sangnai. Chen Sanjiao quickly lowered his face: "It's really my grandma. My grandma was buried just two years ago. I was wondering if she missed me... It's also my fault that I didn't burn any incense candles and paper money for her in these years..."
"This is evil." Zhao Qi interrupted him, "When did you see it?"
"Last night, last night I was..."
"Okay, shut up." Zhao Qi looked around the room again, walked to Chen Sanzhi's bed and stood down.
Chen Sanjiao thought that Zhao Qi was going to ask him something, so he retracted his shoulders and leaned a little further against the wall. But Li Wuxiang had already walked quickly to the bed, holding the scabbard in his left hand, and grabbing the tattered bedding on the bed with his right hand. He flipped it a few times and rolled it up, then lifted it and stuffed it under the bed. Under the quilt was straw, which had a musty smell that had lasted for years. He quickly gathered the straw together and placed it under the bed, revealing the empty bed board.
Chen Sanzhao stared at Li Wuxiang and touched his head again, as if old and new hatreds were welling up in his heart. When he was about to open his mouth to speak, he saw that Zhao Qi was already on the bed and sitting cross-legged on the bed, so he immediately closed his mouth again.
Li Wuxiang didn't look at him, held the sword in his arms, and stood beside Zhao Qi. Zhao Qi sat firmly on the bed, spread his clothes neatly over his legs, and picked up a straw from beside him. Then with a flick of his thumb and ring finger, the straw shot out, and the oil lamp on the stove went out.
"Wait for it to come." Zhao Qi closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Let me see what it is."
The room became quiet, with only the faint night light filtering through the broken window lattice. But Li Wuxiang had some troubles in his heart.
Regarding martial arts skills, he could be regarded as a semi-professional in the original world, but Zhao Qi's move just now really shocked him, even more shocking than when he used talisman paper to turn into a big ghost to suffocate him - - He had heard about this kind of thing before, and had never been involved in it himself, so he didn’t have a very precise understanding of it. But the "flick of the finger" move just now made him realize that in this world, a person can do this!
I had known before that although Zhao Qi was in a similar realm to myself, he would be quite difficult to deal with. But at this moment, he felt that Zhao Qi should be more difficult to deal with than he expected.
He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Qi on the bed - he was sitting silently in the dark with his eyes slightly closed. He didn't seem to be worried about what would happen in a while. He was extremely confident... He didn't know that he had dealt with similar evil spirits in the past. How many.
If you think about it this way, is Zhao Qi a good guy or a bad guy? His master was Zhao Puppet, so Li Wuxiang had previously set him as an imaginary enemy. But after being in contact with him for so many days, Zhao Qi didn't seem to have done anything bad except for his bad temper. On the contrary, he has been waiting in the mountains for more than ten years, went down to find a teacher, and even got rid of many evil spirits... These things seem to show that he is actually not bad.
If it weren't for Zhao Puppet, maybe this would be a pretty good master...
A soft sound instantly interrupted his thoughts. Li Wuxiang immediately turned to look at the window, and Chen Sanjiao also shrank and squatted on the ground.
A shadow was cast on the window paper by the night. It looked like a person, slowly approaching the window. But the man's head was like a chicken looking for food, turning back and forth quickly, as if he was eagerly looking for some sound.
Then, the thing put its head against the window and stopped moving.
Zhao Qi was still silent, and Li Wuxiang was holding his breath and concentrating, but Chen Sanjiao couldn't help but let out a breath even though he was holding the stick tightly with both hands.
The thing outside the window immediately hit its head against the window frame, and seemed to raise its hands to pull, making the window make a loud noise. When I pulled it, I saw that the window was only slightly open, so I banged my head against it, squeezed it, and tried my best to poke into the window. As a result, Li Wuxiang saw a dark, slightly fluorescent eye dangling in the gap in the window, as if to see clearly who was hiding in the room.
After struggling like this, the window still wouldn't open, and the shadow suddenly disappeared from the window. The next moment, the door panel was knocked and made a loud noise again, as if something came over and pulled the door panel.
Li Wuxiang remembered that the door was not locked when he came in, but was just ajar. Now the things outside were also pulling outwards, but they couldn't be pulled open. This reminded him of Zhao Qi using the talisman paper to test himself. that night. The big ghost also blew the doors and windows loudly and yelled at himself to let it in... What should be the special rules here? Evil spirits and the like can't enter the house without permission?
But at this moment, Chen Sanjiao, who was squatting on the ground, seemed to be finally frightened and panicked. He couldn't help but trembled and whispered: "Nai, Nai, don't..."
These words were like some kind of spell. Things outside the door were quiet for a moment, and then the door opened with a bang!
Zhao Qi opened his eyes at this moment and looked directly at the thing that walked through the door.
He was a thin, stooped old man, wearing longevity clothes, but he walked very nimble and agile, almost like a wild beast. As soon as it entered the house, it immediately turned its face convulsively and walked towards the rice vat with broken steps. He looked closer to the mouth of the tank and immediately grabbed the rice bran in the tank with both hands. But after catching it like this, every time my hands go through the chaff, they can't bring out a single star.
It straightened up again, walked to the stove, lay down, put its head into the stove and started to inhale.
There were a lot of ashes in the stove that had not been cleaned out, and the stove had not been turned on all day. But when it went to suck it in, the flying ashes in the stove didn't rise up. Instead, a few extremely weak firelights suddenly appeared in the ashes, and they were all sucked into its mouth.
Until then, Zhao Qicai suddenly sneered: "What a evil spirit, you already know how to use incense."
The evil ghost lay on the spot without getting up, but his head suddenly turned to look in the direction of the sound!
Chen San bit and screamed so frightened that his head hit the wall with a thud, but somehow he didn't make any more sound and bit one of his hands with his mouth. But it was useless - the evil ghost turned around, its dark eyes widened, and a smile appeared on its face. Then it straightened up and walked towards Chen Sanzhi with small steps. Chen Sanzhao opened his eyes and squinted, whining, looking at Zhao Qi, but Zhao Qi remained motionless, only staring at the evil ghost. Seeing that Zhao Qi did not save him, Chen Sanjiao was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted: "Nai, Nai, it's me, Sanyao——"
He kicked his legs wildly and tried to escape, but then the evil ghost suddenly lowered his head and took a long breath at his Tianling Cap——
Chen Sanzhi suddenly went limp, as if someone had suddenly hit him with a stick. He tilted his head and blinked at Zhao Qi, making a whooshing sound in his mouth and drooling from the corners of his mouth.
The ghost was no longer anxious, as if he had finally found some delicacy. He lay on top of him and slowly sucked it from his Tianling Cap to his face. Chen San bit his legs and kicked them limply, raising his hands. He sleepwalked and tried to push away the ghost, but he passed through its body and couldn't touch anything.
At this time, Zhao Qi was still sitting peacefully, and Li Wuxiang couldn't help but glance at him.
He himself was not afraid of this thing, but he wanted to observe it for a while to know what kind of habit it was. Moreover, this ghost was so focused on sucking that it seemed as if there was no one else in the room. Zhao Qi should have used some means to protect both of them. But he felt that although Chen Sanyao had some conflicts with him, he was not going to be killed by a ghost.
But when he looked at Zhao Qi, he found that Zhao Qi also glanced at him: "Why, are you scared?"
Li Wuxiang shook his head slightly. Zhao Qi withdrew his gaze, suddenly flicked his sleeve, and took out a piece of yellow paper with his fingertips. He rubbed the bottom gently with his two fingers, and a line of fire suddenly flashed from bottom to top, burning the paper into gray white. But the ashes were still firmly held by Zhao Qi's fingers and did not scatter. Due to the circulation of air in the room, they lit up like embers like sparks.
At this time, Zhao Qi pointed his hand and shouted: "Sleepy!"
The ashes burned from the talisman paper flew away from his fingertips, swirled and danced in the darkness, fell towards Chen Sanjiao and the evil ghost, and formed a thin line of shining stars on the ground around them.
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Li Wuxiang realized that what Zhao Qi just used should be a talisman. He originally thought that even if the talisman here was not similar to where he came from, it would be winding and mysterious looking. But Zhao Qi's talisman was completely different from his impression - there was only one cinnabar talisman on the yellow paper, which looked like a "plate" drawn into a square shape, with a horizontal dot added in the middle.
Zhao Qi made no move after using the talisman and sat upright on the bed again. The ghost didn't seem to be affected at all, and was still breathing greedily on Chen San's face. Chen Sanjiao had no strength at this time, and could not raise his arms. His eyes were empty, his mouth was wide open, and his face seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, for the ghost to suck him non-stop.
"Do you want to ask me why I haven't taken action yet?" He glanced at Li Wuxiang again.
Li Wuxiang nodded.
"Because although you can see it, it is not here with us, but in the Netherworld." Zhao Qi stood up and jumped out of bed briskly as he spoke. "Getting rid of it at this time is time-consuming and troublesome. But let it enjoy it." With the incense and popularity, it will be much easier to worry about when you come to this world. As for the suffering this person has suffered, huh, it is just his own fault - you see."
Li Wuxiang immediately looked at Chen Sanjiao - just as Zhao Qi said these few words, his face was bleeding! Originally, when he wanted to fend off the ghost, his arm could only pass through the evil ghost's body, but now his arm was pinned to the wall by the ghost. The ghost no longer sucked his breath, but moved up to his mouth. It's chewing on his face.
Not every bite actually bites the flesh, but rather like a person trying to bite a hanging apple. He always fails to exert the strength. Sometimes he can hit his face, and sometimes he just bites the air like a phantom. But even so, there was a loud gnawing sound, and there were several blood marks on the left side of Chen San's bitten face, almost revealing his bloody cheekbones!
At this time, Zhao Qicai suddenly raised his hand, pulled out the long sword from Li Wuxiang's arms, and shouted: "The time has come. Evil spirits, punish them!"
The sound of the sword coming was heard, and the tip of the sword immediately pierced the evil ghost's head, and then he suddenly picked it up——
But the ghost's head only shook slightly like a reflection in the water, and was completely unharmed. But this moment seemed to make it realize that there was someone else in the room. It turned its head suddenly, let go of Chen Sanjie in front of it, turned around and rushed towards Zhao Qi.
There was only a little more than one step between Zhao Qi and the ghost. The ghost almost jumped into his face, but it was "almost". Just as he was about to touch Zhao Qi, his body was immediately pulled back by an invisible force, and he was far away again. The ghost didn't know what was going on. It just kept fighting with its fierceness, staring at the black eyes and grinning. However, it could only toss in place from beginning to end, unable to get out of the thin line paved with fire ashes on the ground. .
After escaping from the trap, this was the first time Li Wuxiang saw "fighting" with his own eyes. At first, he just thought it was quite magical, and he felt that Zhao Qi really had some skills, which was far more powerful than he imagined.
But after a while, he felt that something was wrong.
Zhao Qi was so heroic when he struck out his first sword, as if he could destroy this ghost with just one sword strike. But that sword didn't accomplish anything, and he followed up with four more swords, hitting the head of the flapping evil ghost every time, but just like the first sword, it only made the ghost's head shake slightly, not even a little bit. No harm either.
At this time, Zhao Qi stopped talking, and took a step back. His cheeks twitched, and then he spat the saliva mixed with blood on the sword. He gave a sharp shout as if he was getting angry, and then stabbed the sword. ghost. At this time, it finally had an effect. The tip of the sword hit the ghost's head, and black blood immediately flowed out, and then turned into black smoke in mid-air, filling the room with a fishy smell.
But this injury made the evil spirit even more angry. Before, he kept attacking in the direction of Zhao Qi. Now he was jumping up and down manically in the small world circled by the fire ashes. His whole body was filled with black energy, completely Filled it inside. After a few more twists and turns, some black air actually emanated from the ground, making the circle of fire ash hiss, and the little sparks in it began to extinguish!
Looking at Zhao Qi at this time, he could already see fine sweat starting to form on his forehead, and his eyes were a little erratic, as if he was already looking for a way out in advance.
Does he think he can't handle it? But why were you so confident before and didn't listen to Chen Xin's detailed explanation or Chen Sanzhao's words?
Li Wuxiang immediately began to make preparations. He planned to step back first so that he could retreat to the door. If anything happens, he can take the opportunity to escape first. Zhao Qi said that evil spirits harm people, but he is actually a painted ghost at the moment, so he is not afraid of such things. It's just that if it comes time to take action yourself, some flaws will inevitably be exposed.
But when he was about to look at the door, he found that the door was gone - he seemed to be looking at the side next to the bed, and there was only a dirt wall. He immediately turned to look at the other side...but it was still the side next to the bed!
Trapped in the house by this ghost?
This cheap master is too unreliable!
Two chapters combined into one, friends!
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