Chapter 5: Dang Zhuo
Zuo Chen withdrew his hand, and the black energy that was still wrapped around his palm melted and dissipated quickly like spring snow in March under the burning of pure white thunder.
He also looked at the turbid energy in the palm of his hand, feeling a little surprised.
To Zuo Chen, it seemed to Zuo Chen that the gray and turbid atmosphere in the entire village was not as big as his own. He did not expect that there would be so many harmful and sneaky things in it.
Can such a little turbid energy bring out ghosts?
It’s easy for bad things to happen in the world of cultivation!
When he arrived here, he found that five or six gangsters had died on the road, and one was in the process of dying.
The bald man had a trace of turbidity on his body and his eyes were red. He held a knife and pointed at himself. When he saw Zuo Chen, he slashed at Zuo Chen.
The whole body was covered with injuries, and even a few internal organs were exposed. It looked like a horror movie set.
Zuo Chen directly blew away the turbid air on his body, then grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and stuffed it into the wound. He took out a talisman from a bamboo basket and pasted it on it, and the man was alive. .
Although still unconscious.
After finishing all this, Zuo Chen quickly walked towards the center of the village, and happened to see the ghost in red reaching out to a little girl and poking her eyes.
Then the scene before.
Retracting his palm, the sneakiness has completely dissipated, leaving only the little girl holding half of the yellow ball, stunned.
The little girl pointed at the dissipated female ghost and then at Zuo Chen, speaking incoherently:
"You? This? Me?"
What kind of skill is this! ?
The female ghost just now was full of yin energy, only half as good as the three incense sticks in the middle of the village. At first glance, she was the girl who ruined the entire village as mentioned by the steward.
In the end, he was slapped to pieces by this little Taoist priest who looked like he was only about twenty years old!
The big brother carrying the butcher knife at that time didn’t have the ability either!
The little girl swallowed.
This is meeting an expert!
"Who are you? Why are you in this village?"
Zuo Chen was a little confused and didn't know why ordinary people would come to this evil place.
"My name is Caiyi, and we were hired by Bai Laohui to deal with this ghost village. Something went wrong just now. If Taoist Master hadn't come, I'm afraid we might have died!"
The girl in Caiyi patted her chest, exhaled for a long time, then followed Zuo Chen with a sneer on her face, pinched the corner of Zuo Chen's clothes with her thumb and index finger:
"Taoist Priest , can you take me away? I'm not good enough to die here alone. You can't just die without saving me! If you want money, we have money. If you want to be beautiful... "
The little girl blinked: "I know an alley that can lead you there."
Zuo Chen laughed dumbly.
This girl looks pretty and pure, but her mouth smells like a ruffian. I don’t know who she learned it from.
"Just follow me." Zuo Chen said.
Caiyi was overjoyed when he heard this.
The two were about to leave when Caiyi suddenly saw a hairpin placed on the ground.
This seems to have been dropped by the red-clothed ghost just now.
Cai Yi stared at it, her saliva flowing down in a flash.
This is a treasure made by a fierce ghost. God knows what kind of magical powers it will have!
Of course, Cai Yi did not dare to take it directly. She could only watch helplessly as Zuo Chen reached out to pick up the hairpin on the ground and held it in his hand.
"Sneaky people can actually drop such evil things." As soon as lightning appeared in Zuo Chen's hand, the hairpin immediately turned into fly ash and disappeared.
Caiyi: "???"
No! ?
Why did you just destroy the baby?
Even if you don’t have to go to the city to sell this thing, you can still sell it for hundreds of taels of silver!
Cai Yi felt that her heart was bleeding.
Zuo Chen didn't know what Caiyi was thinking. Seeing her strange expression, he asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing."
The corners of Cai Yi's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Continuing to walk into the village, Cai Yi did not dare to walk by herself and followed Zuo Chen cautiously, like a cat.
After walking two steps along the village path, Caiyi suddenly felt that the scenery around her looked familiar. She mustered up the courage to poke her head out from behind Zuo Chen and looked outside.
The elm wood table in the middle of the village and the three incense sticks placed on it made Cai Yi turn green, and her soul seemed to be scared out of her mind.
"Tao...Taoist Master?! Why are you here?"
Caiyi stammered, why did this Taoist priest come here to seek death?
More than a dozen of them couldn't resist just now, now only the Taoist priest can do it!
Looking past, Cai Yi suddenly found that the young man behind the table, whose neck was twisted ninety degrees, was still standing there.
He was bleeding from all his orifices and looked horrifying, but his body could still move backwards, looking like a monster crawling out of the cemetery. "Oh my god!"
Cai Yi was excited, her face turned green and white.
On the other hand, Zuo Chen suddenly took a step forward. Before Cai Yi could react, Zuo Chen was already at the young man's side.
He stretched out his hand, pressed it directly on the young man's head, and then twisted it.
“Click!”
The young man’s head was screwed back to its original position.
The young man seemed to be still confused. He swayed twice with unsteady steps, then fell to the ground and fainted.
Zuo Chen retracted his hand and nodded with satisfaction.
Of course he can't save the ones who are already dead. He can basically save his life by repairing the wounds of the ones who are still alive and then using his innate Qi.
His move made Cai Yi's eyes widen. She had only seen Sneaky twisting people's heads off, but she had never seen a living person twisting a dead person's head back on.
Of course Caiyi didn’t know that the young man on the ground was alive. He thought it was the Taoist priest who had decisively killed the unlucky guy who was already hopeless.
At this moment, Zuo Chen finally focused on the three incense sticks on the table.
In his eyes, wisps of black energy were slowly rising from the three sticks of incense, which seemed to be slightly stronger than the resentment in the village.
But for Zuo Chen, it was just like a wisp of smoke from a fire.
He has never seen such a strange-looking maneuver, and he doesn't need to have seen it with his agility.
I patted down casually, and the entire table and the incense altar were photographed into two parts. Ashes fell on the floor, and it quickly caught fire.
A vague scream seemed to be heard in the air, and then it stopped abruptly.
What Yu Caiyi saw was that a breeze suddenly blew through the whole village, blowing away the anxiety in his heart and dispersing the dark tones around him.
The dark clouds dispersed, but the blue sky remained.
The dilapidated houses and tombstones in the deserted village are covered with moss, but there are insects and birds chirping. The silent death place has now become the same as the long pine trees and streams on the roadside, except for the village entrance. The hanging dog skins silently tell what happened in the village.
Zuo Chen retracted his hand and shook his wrist.
He had just felt resistance.
Very, very weak resistance.
This pot of incense...does it still have an owner?
Caiyi swallowed her saliva, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.
With such a great ability, if I could learn even a few moves from him, wouldn't I be able to walk sideways in Qingzhou City?
Just as he was about to get close to Zuo Chen and flatter him, Cai Yi suddenly noticed that the young man who had just been pushed back by Zuo Chen was slapped.
Climbed up on the ground:
“Hey, what happened to me.”
Caiyi: “???”
"Oh my god!?!"
...
There is a small town outside Qingzhou City. The town is lifeless. The townspeople usually go home immediately after planting their fields and honestly light three incense sticks in their homes.
If anyone forgets this, new people will live in his house the next day, and the original townspeople will disappear, and their destination is unknown.
There is a temple in the center of the town. There is a young man in the temple with a delicate face and two touches of red at the corners of his eyes. There are incense altars around him, and there are three incense sticks in each incense altar.
Suddenly, the incense altar in front of him made a crisp sound.
"Crack."
It cracked.
The young man slowly opened his eyes, doubts appearing in his eyes:
"Someone broke my corpse scent?"
(End of this chapter)