Chapter 135

"Boom! Boom! Boom. Boom! Boom!"

Five consecutive dull sounds fell, and the ground trembled five times in succession.

The first:

A giant black python. This python had no tail; both its front and rear ends were snake heads.

Its serpentine body was coiled in the middle, with the two heads occupying either end. One head was pierced by a knife, while the other was impaled by a sword. The two heads swayed back and forth, flicking their tongues as if choosing someone to devour.

The second:

A green ox. Two massive nose rings hung from its nostrils, and dense whip marks covered its entire body. As its skin split open, countless hands reached out from the fissures. These hands varied in size, color, and age, but they all grasped the upper and lower edges of the wounds, working together to forcibly hold the ox's body, which should have been falling apart, back together.

The third:

A bright red ape. Its outer skin had long since been forcibly peeled away, leaving only writhing flesh. Amidst the churning, bloody mess, chains continuously wove in and out of the meat, appearing like shackles, yet also acting to bind the chunks of flesh so it would not collapse.

The fourth:

A completely white centipede. Each of its tentacles was actually a small centipede. When it reared its body, the dense mass of legs on its abdomen moved like white, crawling maggots within the splits of its belly.

The splits were large, as if it had been sliced straight open by a sharp weapon, creating wounds that could not heal. Some tentacles would fall off only to crawl back into its body, looking like a flowing white waterfall hanging from its abdomen.

The fifth:

It was covered from head to toe in fine yellow fuzz. It possessed a human torso and walked upright, but its head was that of a pig. Its hands and feet were pig hooves, and a pig's tail swirled behind it.

It stood there, opening its huge pig mouth, its snout twitching as it emitted a chilling laugh.

Li Zhuiyuan scanned them one by one.

Five of them appearing together—this was something he hadn't expected.

But that did not hinder him from following his usual habit and memorizing them one by one.

Their colors, their features, every detail on their bodies—all were branded into his mind.

Having emerged from the cover of the white mist, these five corpse demons seemed to have fewer scruples.

The black python writhed, the green ox pawed the ground, the ape beat its chest, the centipede shook its body, and the pig-headed one sneered.

They moved collectively toward the bungalow, beginning to exert pressure. Their unbridled aura drew echoes and cheers from the countless evil spirits within the white mist behind them.

If their swarming over the past years had merely been to torment the only remaining bloodline of the Qin and Liu families...

... then now, their true target had become the only legitimate successor of the contemporary Qin and Liu families.

Even though the ancestral tablets of the two families no longer held spirit, just as they thought they could revel wantonly, the boy suddenly appeared.

The boy viewed them as fish raised in a pond, using a lantern as a hook to fish for them, as if they were all pre-ordained sacrifices waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping block.

They were not angry because their dignity had been offended.

Where would things like them get dignity?

It was nothing more than the realization, as the defeated subordinates of the various generations of Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu families, that the boy before them was truly too young, yet his demeanor was not inferior to those adult Dragon Kings of the past.

Such a person, once he grew up, once he succeeded in his Jiang Shui Walk...

... he could finish what the Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu families had been unable to complete despite their best efforts.

He could dig out, one by one, those wretched scraps hiding in the cracks and corners, struggling to survive, and clean them out completely.

He could sweep away the past, he could hold the present, and he could even continue to cast his gaze into the future.

Such a person, starting his Jiang Shui Walk at such an age... who could say for sure if even the Heavenly Dao wasn't wary of him?

Thinking that they, as evil spirits, could one day "represent the Heavenly Dao," these filthy things laughed even more triumphantly and hideously.

Li Zhuiyuan silently inserted the white lantern into a crack in the wall, turned, and stepped back over the threshold.

The things outside thought he was afraid, terrified, and retreating. The five corpse demons began to press forward, each one looming closer.

The smog behind them gradually thinned, thin enough to clearly see the outlines of the figures within.

Li Zhuiyuan stood with his back to them, his gaze fixed on the cracked ancestral tablets on the offering table.

If they were still here, the outside would never be this noisy.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that A Li didn't actually hate them, but she couldn't be said to respect them much either.

In ordinary families, even if there was no ancestral legacy, even if it was purely ethereal, at least it provided some emotional value; when burning incense during festivals, one wouldn't be left with nothing while others had something.

For A Li, it was purely a giant pit left behind by her ancestors, and inside this pit, there was nothing but filth and corruption.

Li Zhuiyuan stood with his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at the tablets.

Behind the boy, demons danced in a frenzy.

In the end, for this stage, the things behind him won a temporary victory.

Because Li Zhuiyuan still had things to do.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he had returned to A Li's bedroom.

The girl sat on the bed, hugging her knees, looking at the boy.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that A Li must have sensed this situation a step earlier than he did.

Because he was only a passerby there, while A Li was more familiar with that bungalow, that threshold, and the environment outside it.

Precisely because of this, the girl was worried about him; within this, there must also be guilt, unease, and trepidation.

Such emotions would not have appeared in her before, because she didn't have them.

Before, she cared about the window that could let her see the scenery outside; she was afraid the window would be sealed.

Now, she cared about the boy who supported this window for her; she was afraid he would be shattered because of it.

One would grow tired of the scenery outside the window after looking at it for too long; what one truly couldn't bear to part with was the contact and habit of resting one's hands on the windowsill.

Her condition was indeed steadily improving.

Although she still seemed a bit restless, she was indeed attempting to show her delicacy to the outside world.

Li Zhuiyuan took a crumpled two-yuan banknote out of his pocket.

This was one that Grandpa had tucked into a letter sent previously. Every time Grandpa tucked money into a letter, he would add a line: "It's easy to lose letters, so I'll just tuck in a little to show my intent; even if it's lost, we won't feel the pinch."

Li Zhuiyuan knew that the two remittances a month emptied Grandpa of all his large bills, so when sending letters, he could only rummage everywhere in his pockets to find small change. Grandpa wrote it that way on purpose for the sake of face.

The boy waved the crumpled banknote at the girl, smiling with a face full of pride.

"A Li, don't worry, I have plenty of money, plenty of money."

For a farming family, Grandpa was well-off, and the family's living conditions were quite good, but it really couldn't be called wealthy.

But Grandpa indeed had the confidence to say such things.

Because he could give you his all.

The boy placed the money on the bed.

The girl picked up the money, her two hands continuously stroking it, trying to smooth it out.

But no matter how hard she tried, the marks on it remained clear.

"A Li, endure a little longer; they will quiet down very soon, and they will be more sensible about being quiet than before."

Turning around, Li Zhuiyuan pulled open the floor-to-ceiling window and walked out.

Dreams are an extension and reaction of reality.

Arguing with them in a dream had no meaning at all.

Only by pulling and hurting them in reality would they no longer dare to bare their fangs, even in a dream.

Pushing open the courtyard gate and walking out, Li Zhuiyuan paused his steps, looked up at the sky again, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

"You acted very well, but the problem is that you acted too well."

"It really was almost..."

"... enough to fool me."

On the way back, the autumn wind began to roll up the withered yellow leaves on the ground, swirling them over and over in front of the boy.

Unsurprisingly, Runsheng, Yin Meng, and Tan Wenbin must have all run into accidents.

This time, the question type hadn't actually changed in substance.

The Heavenly Dao hadn't rushed to modify the rules either.

This time, it wasn't even a contest between the question-setter and himself.

Li Zhuiyuan recalled when he was in the youth class, the old professors were all exhausted by him and his fellow students, and in the end, they had no choice but to choose another way to cope.

But no matter what, it couldn't be denied that the mysterious Jiang Shui water and the high-and-mighty Heavenly Dao had fanned the flames here.

On the way, Li Zhuiyuan bent down and picked up three fallen leaves.

Now, there were three choices before him.

The first: use the most aggressive method to try and forcibly drive that thing in front of him.

But at the same time, this was exactly what he had held back from doing earlier, yet what the other party wanted him to do.

Once he truly made such a choice, it would be equivalent to throwing himself and everyone in his team into the rhythm set by the other party.

That was too stupid.

Li Zhuiyuan crushed the first leaf.

The second: he would act as a firefighter and go to rescue the three companions who were currently having accidents outside.

Tan Wenbin should be near Zhou Yunyun's university, Runsheng should be near that hospital, and Yin Meng should be near that large shopping mall she frequented most often.

Although he couldn't contact them for now, he only needed to go to the general location and then use the Luo Pan for positioning, supplemented by the scent-seeking guidance, and he should be able to slowly grope his way to their location. Because they were having accidents, the magnetic field near the accident area would definitely change; as long as he was willing to spend the time, it wouldn't be hard to find them.

But the problem lay in the time. The time he had left was actually quite sufficient, but this sufficiency was relative, because he would only have enough time to rescue one companion.

If he didn't go, all three companions would be in mortal danger.

If he chose one out of three, he could roughly ensure the safety of one.

Being in danger didn't necessarily mean death.

He suddenly felt fortunate that he had helped Tan Wenbin fill that gap in advance; otherwise, in this situation where the other party struck first, Tan Wenbin's dead end would be the greatest.

The situation before him would then become: Runsheng and Yin Meng in mortal danger, and Tan Wenbin likely having no vital signs.

Now, the lives of the three companions were at least a matter of probability, with highs and lows; he could flip a coin to decide the result.

Using a companion's life to gamble was a very cruel thing.

They were all sand-fixing grass carefully planted by Li Zhuiyuan; no matter which one withered and died, it would deal a blow to Li Zhuiyuan's condition.

But being in a team decision-making position, one had to make such cold-blooded judgments.

However, the same thing, thought about from a different angle, could yield different results.

Li Zhuiyuan continued to hold the two leaves in his right hand, while his left hand couldn't help but touch his own face.

He had actually started to think from another's perspective—was it to resolve the guilt in his heart?

He actually... had such emotions.

Like A Li, his condition was also improving.

Sometimes, even the person himself would overlook such silent changes, until the moment he suddenly discovered them, surprising himself.

Li Zhuiyuan continued to move forward; there was still some distance to the school dormitory, and this was a road he had to walk, just right for thinking about the decision.

In the boy's perspective, Runsheng's figure appeared before him; he habitually stood in front of him, and Yin Meng's figure appeared at his side; she always stood at his side.

Behind him, footsteps also came; that was Tan Wenbin, who protected his back time and time again.

Tan Wenbin always felt that his own strength was the weakest, so he didn't fight for the front or the side, staying in the back, at least he could serve as a meat cushion for Brother Xiaoyuan when a rear sneak attack occurred.

Li Zhuiyuan asked, "One out of three, which one to save?"

No one answered.

"Everyone" was following Li Zhuiyuan, continuing to move forward.

The boy took a leaf with his left hand, not rushing to make a decision, but shook the last leaf in his right hand.

"The third choice: you three, I won't save any of you. I won't care about you; you fight to survive on your own."

"I will go directly to the finish line to wait for it, to completely flip the game rules it set."

"This way, we won't necessarily win, but at least the probability of winning is in our own hands."

"It,"

"might lose very miserably."

Runsheng: "Choose the third one!"

Yin Meng: "Choose the third one!"

Zhuangzhuang: "Choose the third one!"

These figures, these voices, all stemmed from Li Zhuiyuan's imagination.

But this was also a simulated inference made by the boy based on the personalities of his three companions.

One out of three could only ensure the safety of one, and the other two would still be in mortal danger.

By then, both the savior and the saved would feel uncomfortable and uneasy facing the other two companions who might have perished.

Then it would be better to,

simply not save any of them,

and go directly to flip that thing's table!

No matter who really checked out in the end, as long as they could drag that thing down to be buried with them, then when holding the funeral, at least it would be a "joyful funeral"!

Li Zhuiyuan crushed the leaf in his left hand, leaving only the third leaf.

This was the Jiang Shui Walk.

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the discount store again; Lu Yi still shook his head at Li Zhuiyuan, indicating that no one had returned the call yet.

"Brother Lu Yi, help me call them all again: intersection of Zhengyang Street, Pingju Photo Studio, gather to take photos."

Lu Yi nodded immediately, picked up the phone, and began to call again.

For some reason, this was just a very ordinary thing; it was just taking photos, what was the big deal?

But cold sweat began to seep from his forehead, and his palms became sweaty. In the autumn weather, it actually made this big guy from the Northeast shiver.

Even when talking to the operator, his speech was stumbling, making the female voice on the other side confirm the location several times before it was finally clarified.

After all the calls were made, Brother Shentong was long gone.

Lu Yi put down the phone; someone came to the counter to check out, and even though they called out several times, he didn't pay any attention.

Finally, he stood up, signaled the part-time student to go to the counter to help with the checkout, and he himself hurried toward the dormitory.

He didn't know what had happened, but he had a vague premonition that something should be happening.

He didn't understand what he could do, so after running back to the dormitory, he closed the door, took out the red sausage sent from home, sliced it up, and set out cigarettes.

Setting up a temporary small offering table using a storage box, Lu Yi pressed his hands together and kept shaking:

"Old ghost, please help, bless us, let everything be safe and sound."

While Lu Yi was making the phone call, Li Zhuiyuan arrived at the dormitory. He didn't go upstairs but stood downstairs, calling out toward the third-floor corner position:

"Lin Shu You!"

Lin Shu You, who had been instructed to stay in the dormitory and not leave, immediately poked his head out from the windowsill.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded toward his side.

Lin Shu You retreated from the window.

Then,

Lin Shu You, carrying a mountaineering backpack, jumped straight down from the windowsill.

It was class time, and there were few people walking in the dormitory courtyard; a few passersby saw this scene from afar and thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.

Li Zhuiyuan walked in front, and Lin Shu You followed beside him.

Although he didn't know what they were going to do, Lin Shu You enjoyed this feeling of being handpicked.

Moreover, he had gradually figured out some patterns: every time he went to help Brother Xiaoyuan, he could get some feedback.

Before, he worked as a temp; then he got daily pay; now he had finally mixed his way into being an external staff member.

The next step, he was going to march toward a real establishment!

Walking out of the school gate, he hailed a taxi.

Returning to the intersection of Zhengyang Street, when getting off, Lin Shu You took the initiative to take out money to pay the fare, and even waved his hand dashingly, pretending to be very busy:

"Keep the change."

But when he got off the car, he realized that Brother Xiaoyuan, who was sitting in the back row, had accepted the change from the driver before getting off.

Li Zhuiyuan handed the change to Lin Shu You, and Lin Shu You accepted it somewhat awkwardly.

"Unfounded, meaningless karma should not be spread at will."

"Understood! I know!"

The door of the Pingju Photo Studio was closed, and a wooden sign hung on the latch: "Temporarily Closed."

Li Zhuiyuan looked down at the bricks and the glass display window on the ground, then stepped back a few steps and pointed to the second-floor window in the alley next door:

"Go up and open the door."

Lin Shu You rushed out in a flash. When jumping up, he suddenly felt that the jumping height was not enough, but he was embarrassed to lose face in front of Brother Xiaoyuan, so he hurriedly stepped on the walls on both sides of the alley, used the force to kick up, and only then climbed onto the window.

The window door was locked, but the lock had long since rusted, and it opened with a slight push. Inside was a blue photographic backdrop.

When drilling inside, he got stuck for a moment; only then did Lin Shu You realize that he had forgotten to take off his mountaineering backpack before jumping. No wonder it was so heavy.

Soon, Lin Shu You came down from the second floor and opened the door from the inside for Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan flipped the wooden sign, changing "Temporarily Closed" to "Open for Business."

Subsequently, he opened all the curtains in the shop, found a rag, and began to wipe the counter and glass cabinets inside.

Lin Shu You went in and out of every room, and after checking, reported: "Brother Xiaoyuan, there's no one in the shop."

"Hmm."

Lin Shu You scratched his head; it seemed Brother Xiaoyuan had long known there was no one in the shop. He stepped forward, preparing to also take a rag and help clean up.

However, the shop had already been cleaned very cleanly, almost spotless. Li Zhuiyuan was just cleaning for the sake of cleaning; if another person with quicker hands and feet joined in, it would purely turn into performing a skit.

"You don't need to clean anymore."

"It's fine, leave it all to me, Brother Xiaoyuan."

Li Zhuiyuan stopped his movements, looked at the street across from the window, and tugged on Lin Shu You's sleeve.

Lin Shu You immediately crouched down slightly, brought his head over, and carefully observed the opposite street along with Brother Xiaoyuan, lowering his voice:

"Brother Xiaoyuan, where is there an abnormality?"

"See that Liu's Fried Skewer shop across the street?"

"I see it." Lin Shu You silently gripped the rag in his hand; it seemed that shop had a problem, so entering this photo studio was to facilitate observing that fried skewer shop?

"See that old pastry shop next to it?"

"I see it!" It seemed both shops had problems.

"You go to that fried skewer shop first, buy a lot of skewers—chicken skewers, ham sausages, fried tofu, chicken skeletons, buy a lot of everything. Then go to the pastry shop next door; sponge cakes, crispy biscuits, peach cakes, buy a lot of all these."

"After buying, you sit at the door of this shop and eat slowly. No matter who enters the shop, don't stop them."

Lin Shu You blinked; this task was so strange. Was it that he hadn't grasped Brother Xiaoyuan's spirit?

Li Zhuiyuan patted his shoulder: "Go."

"Okay, Brother Xiaoyuan."

Although he didn't understand what the purpose of doing this was, Lin Shu You still followed suit.

He ran to the fried skewer shop and the pastry shop, bought two large bags of food, then walked back, sat on the curb at the door of the Pingju Photo Studio, and began to eat.

The fried skewers were delicious, and the pastries tasted good too.

There wasn't much traffic on the road, and there wasn't much dust. The afternoon sun shining on his body was quite comfortable.

Lin Shu You was a bit puzzled when he first ate, but as he ate, he became immersed in it.

A martial artist's appetite was naturally much larger than an ordinary person's; even if he wasn't very hungry, if he really had to stuff himself, he could keep going.

Previously, during the holiday at Li Sanjiang's house, there were no leftovers on the first day because the food portions were made according to Runsheng and Tan Wenbin's appetites. It should have been more than enough, but who knew the newly arrived mule was also a thief at eating, directly finishing it off with a sense of wanting more.

This was also the reason why, on the day before leaving, Li Sanjiang specially took everyone to the village to catch crabs, fish, and chickens, and came back to fiercely make a large table of food. The child was a guest for the first time; he couldn't let him not even have a full meal at home.

After Li Zhuiyuan wiped the counter and cabinets, he looked at the broom and mop in the corner, then looked at the tile floor that was so clean it was reflecting light.

Forget it, no more performing.

Li Zhuiyuan sat behind the counter and leaned back. This position and this angle should be the posture that the boss named Deng Chen kept most often on weekdays.

Not only was it facing the sun and the road, but what happened to be placed on the display window on this side were all photos of children. Looking at the lively, cheerful, and cute children one by one should make one feel good.

Beside him, there was a candy box. He opened it, picked one out, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

Li Zhuiyuan pretended that he liked sweets very much, sipping slowly, and had to show a leisurely and lazy expression on his face.

Boss Deng Chen was not in the shop.

Because he had been here, he was afraid.

But Li Zhuiyuan believed that even if Deng Chen wasn't here, his eyeballs would be staring at his old lair.

Perhaps in some corner of the street, or in a room in some building across the street, or even under some manhole cover in the sewer, he must be watching here.

Li Zhuiyuan tapped his fingertips on the glass counter and gradually closed his eyes.

He really didn't like those cute and innocent photos of children, because he had observed and imitated them too much in the past.

In other people's eyes, they were innocent and cute; in his eyes, they were like acting templates and lesson plans from the past.

As for the candy in his mouth, it was actually filled; it wasn't that sweet on the outside, but when it melted to the inside, it was comparable to syrup. He was holding back from frowning.

Come,

be good,

come out.

"Hiccup..."

Lin Shu You started hiccuping. Even a martial arts master, after eating so much high-oil and high-sugar food all at once, would feel greasy.

Just at this moment, across the street, a person crossed the road and walked toward here.

Lin Shu You only felt his eyes tremble, as if he was about to open his vertical pupils.

But thinking of Brother Xiaoyuan's instruction not to stop anyone who came, he could only hold his head and bury it deeply.

That person seemed to be startled by Lin Shu You's state, his steps hesitated, and he actually didn't walk forward anymore, but instead took a step back.

Lin Shu You: Hurry up and go, hurry up and walk past, hurry up!

After hesitation, that person seemed to have made up his mind, quickly bypassed Lin Shu You's side, and arrived at the door of the photo studio.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he reached out very nervously and pushed open the shop door.

Li Zhuiyuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He was performing leisure and relaxation here, letting Lin Shu You sit at the door enjoying food, just hoping that the other party would return.

Opening his eyes,

standing up,

Li Zhuiyuan supported himself on the counter, looked at Deng Chen, who had entered the door, that is, the boss here, and said:

"Welcome."

Hospital.

"Doctor, how is Sun Hua's situation?"

The doctor held the film in his hand and frowned.

"Not optimistic. A blood clot has appeared in his brain; if it's not handled in time, it might..."

"Then can surgery be performed?"

"The main thing is that the location of the blood clot is a bit tricky. Wait a moment, let us study it further."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, doctor."

Runsheng walked out of the doctor's office.

In his heart, there was both worry for Sun Hua, this fellow villager, and another kind of suspicion.

Was this the causal clue written by Xiaoyuan in the "Jiang Shui Walk Code of Conduct"?

In the incident at Min'an Town last time, Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng each followed a line, and he followed Xiaoyuan.

Although his strength was the strongest among the three, he was taciturn and not good at socializing, so even this time, he was still a bit uncertain.

However, fortunately, he had memorized the contents of the code, and what should come next was...

Runsheng reopened the door of the doctor's office. Under the gaze of several doctors, he looked at the work badges on each doctor's desk or chest several times and memorized their names.

Then, he walked out of the office again and headed toward the ward.

Just as he pushed open the ward door, gray mist overflowed from inside. Runsheng reached out to wave it away, but the mist was endless.

A problem?

No, the clue had arrived!

He was good at rough and direct combat; he didn't have many ways to deal with these twists and turns.

But fortunately, he had things Xiaoyuan had prepared for him.

Runsheng took out the talisman paper from his pocket, took a Mind-Clearing Talisman, and stuck it on his forehead.

The gray mist in front of him immediately dissipated quite a bit, and he could finally see the situation inside clearly.

Sun Hua was lifted from the hospital bed; behind him stood a doctor wearing a white coat, the doctor's eyes swirling with red light, gnawing at the back of Sun Hua's head.

The gazes of both sides met through the already faded mist.

Runsheng immediately clenched his fists, his momentum rising.

The doctor quickly pushed down Sun Hua, who was in his hands, jumped off the hospital bed, and then lunged straight at Runsheng.

His speed was unimaginably fast; in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Runsheng, raised his arms, and swung at Runsheng.

Runsheng could only block with his arms first.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Continuous fierce impact sounds rang out; Runsheng was surprised by this force.

But the air gates on his body were immediately activated, and taking advantage of the doctor's gap in changing force, he smashed a punch over.

"Slap!"

The doctor was fast, retreated in time, climbed onto the ceiling of the ward, and stared at Runsheng with his body inverted.

"You..."

Before Runsheng could finish his sentence, the doctor used both hands and feet on the ceiling and ran toward the ward window.

Runsheng perceived the other party's intention and arrived at the window position a step ahead.

The doctor lunged at Runsheng, bringing powerful force.

"Clatter..."

The window shattered, and the two fell out of the window together.

But neither of them fell down; each had one arm grasping the edge of the windowsill.

Seeing this, the doctor quickly climbed up along the wall, and Runsheng immediately followed.

Both sides, one after the other, arrived at the rooftop.

As soon as they landed, without any communication, the fist-and-foot confrontation began again.

But as Runsheng's air gates opened one after another, his force also became greater and greater. No matter how sharp the doctor's moves were, or how ruthless that set of Tongbei-style fighting was, it was gradually suppressed by Runsheng's strong and continuous force.

Moreover, the reason Runsheng gradually increased his force was also because he was afraid that the other party would turn his head and run away again if he wasn't careful. Now, accompanying the increase in force was the pulling of the aura around the doctor.

The clothes on Runsheng's body continuously bulged and then quickly stuck to him; the resulting airflow bound the doctor's hands and feet. If he wanted to leave the battlefield now, he had to turn his back to Runsheng and take a punch.

For him, this was a burden too heavy to bear.

But this kind of soft knife cutting meat under the dragging situation also forced him into a decline step by step.

This was the wonder of the "Qin Family Observation of the Flood Dragon Method"; although it was one person, it could endlessly wear you down.

In the end, after being blocked from a punch, the doctor was unable to organize the next wave of defense and was smashed in the chest by Runsheng's punch.

"Bang!"

The doctor's body retreated; Runsheng's air gates opened, and the airflow all around gathered toward him, even forcing the doctor who had been knocked flying to roll back.

Runsheng smashed down with another punch; the doctor blocked it very reluctantly, but was unable to frame the next punch, and tried his best to move, but was eventually smashed in the shoulder by Runsheng.

"Slap!"

The doctor's body tilted, and he knelt on the ground on both knees; a large piece of the concrete on the ground shattered.

The skin on the smashed shoulder split open, revealing the bright red inside; the flesh was still writhing, and wisps of blood light overflowed from here, drifting into the air.

Runsheng reached out, grabbed the doctor's neck, and the other hand clenched into a fist, air gates whistling, ready to go.

"I told you to harm people!"

The doctor, who was grabbed by the neck and lifted up, said:

"I didn't... didn't harm people..."

Runsheng's fist stopped.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"I was... sucking out the... blood clot in his brain..."

Runsheng frowned. In the past, he wouldn't have believed the sophistry of an evil spirit before death, but he had indeed just come out of the doctor's office and knew about the blood clot in Sun Hua's brain.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Really... I... was saving people... didn't harm people..."

"Then why did you attack me first?"

"I thought... you were here to catch me... righteous path... righteous path person... I... I was afraid... so... so I..."

Runsheng's fist, in the end, didn't fall.

"I have to go check Sun Hua's situation to confirm whether what you said is right or wrong."

The doctor's eyes revealed confusion.

His previous explanation was just hoping that he wouldn't be wronged before being killed; he really hadn't expected the other party to actually stop.

"If it's proven... that I was saving him... you won't kill me?"

"If you were saving people, why would I kill you?"

"Because... I am an evil spirit..."

"However."

Doctor: Heh, sure enough, there's still a 'however'.

"However, you have to apologize and make amends for the fact that you attacked me first."

The doctor was stunned and asked back: "Are you... a righteous path person?"

"I am." Runsheng was very firm, "We are dedicated to the righteous path."

If it was proven to be a misunderstanding, then there was no need to face each other with life and death.

Regarding so-called evil spirits, the team's standards had always been somewhat flexible.

The high-and-mighty Yin God, representing justice and flawlessness, began to flatter;

Little Huang Ying, as a dead-end spirit, became a helper in Grandpa Li's house.

When Xiaoyuan told them about this, they themselves felt it was very strange; as for shock, that wasn't the case, because Runsheng knew very well the relationship between Xiaoyuan and Little Huang Ying.

He had even witnessed Xiaoyuan calling Little Huang Ying out of the pond and inviting her to the dam at home, just to chat with A Li.

Including the one under the peach forest, everyone had even regarded her as the "Earth God" protecting the towns of Shinan and Shigang.

"I'm going down to check, you..."

Runsheng looked at the doctor; he couldn't let him go now. What if what the other party said wasn't true?

Runsheng began to ponder: if Xiaoyuan were here, what would he do at this time?

Xiaoyuan should... beat him half to death or cripple him, make him lose the ability to resist, seal him well, and then go check Sun Hua's specific situation. If what the other party said was true, then Xiaoyuan would unseal him, treat his wounds, and help him recover.

But he didn't know how to seal, and it was easy to be heavy-handed.

Seeming to perceive Runsheng's thoughts, the doctor's previously tense body completely relaxed, like a ribbon fish, being held by Runsheng.

Runsheng smiled; as a martial artist, he knew what it meant for the other party to do this. As long as the other party wanted to attack again, he would have to tighten his muscles to gather energy first, which would give him enough reaction time to twist his head off first.

"Very good."

Runsheng was very satisfied and intended to take him to check Sun Hua's current situation.

Climbing the rooftop when coming, there was no need now; just walk down the stairs.

Sigh, still have to pay for the ward window.

No, if Tan Wenbin were here, he should blame the ward window for its poor quality and shattering, and make the hospital pay for it, or at least reduce Sun Hua's medical expenses.

However, just as he was about to go down the stairs, Runsheng seemed to hear strange noises coming from around him.

It was as if someone was talking, but what was spoken wasn't human language.

What exactly was the sound?

Runsheng looked around.

He couldn't walk the Yin path; he felt that if he could walk the Yin path at this time, he should be able to see more things.

And the doctor, who was originally held in Runsheng's hand, suddenly began to shake his head:

"No... no... no... no!!!"

The doctor's skin began to fall off, and the white coat on his body was dyed blood-red.

"Hiss..."

Runsheng let go; his left palm had already been burned red.

"No... no... no!!!"

The doctor knelt on the ground, raised his head, and roared.

His flesh and blood completely collapsed, like a bloody man; his body was burning, and chains seemed to be shuttling rapidly inside; following this was a sharp rise in murderous aura.

"Righteous path... righteous path person... I... I want to kill you, kill you!"

The bloody man lunged at Runsheng. Runsheng stretched out both hands, wanting to frame him, but the fresh blood flowing on the other party's body was like scalding magma; after splashing on himself, it made him feel unbearable pain.

Having no choice, Runsheng could only kick him away.

Looking at his own arms again, they were already scalded and bloody.

"Ah, kill, kill, kill!!!"

The bloody man used both hands and feet, lunging again. Every time he swung his arms and whipped Runsheng, it was like the eruption of a magma column. Even if Runsheng blocked it, he still felt unbearable pain.

If he was so powerful, why did he hide it when fighting earlier?

"Bang!"

Runsheng was knocked flying by the other party's continuous multi-arm whipping. After landing, he slid a long way on the rooftop floor.

This really couldn't be fought. If the Yellow Jiang Shui shovel were by his side... no, facing an opponent in this state, whether there was a shovel in his hand or not made little difference.

Unless Xiaoyuan were here, using spells to break the scorching blood on the other party's body, otherwise there would be no way to engage in close-quarters combat with such a guy.

Runsheng climbed up with difficulty, looking at the pits and bumps scalded all over his body, took a deep breath, and prepared to open all air gates.

When Qin Shu taught him this move, he had warned him not to use it unless it was a last resort, because after using it, you would be paralyzed for a long time, unless you could confirm that the enemy in front of you... was only this one. However, just at this moment, Runsheng suddenly found that the aura on the other party's body began to weaken.

What was going on?

Was it unable to maintain such a state?

In the doctor's eye sockets, a kind of sad and angry look swirled. He opened his mouth and let out an unwilling howl.

He had worked so hard for so long; even if he would rather be killed earlier than hope to reappear in this aspect, now, everything was ruined.

Not only ruined, he was also "ignited," as if at the spell level, it was a complete overdraft of self-burning.

But he couldn't control himself now; the inner murderous instinct was completely awakened, and he had to kill.

He looked at Runsheng in front; this person was willing to believe him, willing to confirm whether he was saving people; he really didn't want to kill the other party.

However, sorry.

The bloody man lunged at Runsheng again. Runsheng pursed his lips; he didn't know exactly what had happened, but he could judge from the changes in the bloody man's emotions that in some corner nearby that he couldn't see, there should be another guy hiding.

When there was more than one enemy, the air gates could not be fully opened.

The bloody man lunged up again; Runsheng no longer fought hard and began to dodge.

Regardless of whether the other party was intentional or unintentional, since it was confirmed that the other party's aura was declining and the state would not last, then he wouldn't be in a hurry to fight him.

But the other party's figure was as flexible as an ape.

Under rapid movement, Runsheng simply couldn't dodge.

Even if Runsheng finally turned over and jumped off the rooftop, the other party still followed regardless.

Runsheng held the edge of the wall on the next floor with one hand. While moving, he saw the bloody man above fall vertically, hug him, and the momentum pushed him, taking Runsheng down together.

Fortunately, there were several terraces below this position; both sides fell a few floors and smashed onto the terrace before continuing to roll down. If there hadn't been this terrace to dissipate the force, falling from the rooftop so quickly, the ending would have really been doomed.

"Bang!"

In the end, both fell into the parking lot, smashing out a crater.

At this time, it was impossible to tell who was the bloody man, because both sides were already covered in blood.

But even to this point, the bloody man still struggled to reach out and pinch Runsheng's neck.

Runsheng could only use his hands to grab the other party's wrists and pull outward with force.

Runsheng could only use his hands to grab the other's wrist and pull outward with all his might.

Fortunately, the fresh blood on the bloody man's body was no longer that scalding; otherwise, if the neck here were melted through, Runsheng's head would have to roll off his body.

Like a candle, finally burning out the last bit of wax oil.

The bloody man's throat made a sound: "Sorry... sorry..."

The next moment, the chains on the bloody man's body broke, and his flesh and blood scattered accordingly.

A red circle of light drifted away, entered behind the pillar in front, and disappeared.

The life-and-death crisis was lifted; Runsheng's arms hung down, lying on the ground, exhaling more than inhaling.

Behind the pillar, a sound came, as if something intended to come out from behind there and approach here.

Runsheng, lying there as if in a coma, was slightly operating his energy inside.

He was now seriously injured; even during special training, Qin Shu had never caused him such serious injuries.

In this state, if all sixteen air gates were opened, he would inevitably be unable to bear the backlash that followed.

But he was willing to try to trade life for life, dragging that guy hiding in the shadows to be buried with him.

In that case, no matter what this wave looked like, he could be considered to have helped Xiaoyuan remove a threatening enemy.

However, the preparatory action of fully opening the air gates could not be done silently after all; his skin began to bulge like inflation, and rolls of air waves circled around him.

That thing seemed to perceive a terrible crisis and didn't approach any further.

Immediately after, its figure disappeared from where it was and left directly.

"Cough cough... cough..."

Runsheng coughed up blood; he opened his eyes and looked hatefully at the pillar.

Damn it, it was discovered.

Runsheng tried hard to stand up; the clothes on his body had been burned into shreds, and much of his skin and flesh were stuck tightly to the ground. When getting up, he had to tear them off together.

However, Runsheng didn't make a sound, gritted his teeth, climbed up again, supported himself on the ground, and slowly stood up.

But before he had walked a few steps, he staggered and knelt on the ground again; blood flowed out from multiple wounds all over his body.

He was now encountering a very awkward situation: he clearly still had combat power, but because his injuries were too heavy, he couldn't move. But if he forcibly opened the sixteen air gates, he would be able to possess the power to move quickly, but after arriving at the destination, the effectiveness of his fully opened air gates would also be over.

This feeling was like holding a bomb in his hand, but having nothing to shoot it out with.

Runsheng angrily raised his fist and smashed the ground.

Lowering his head, he looked at his waist; originally, there should have been a pager there, and that pager case was chosen for him by Yin Meng when she went shopping.

Now, let alone the pager, even the case didn't know where it had fallen; in all likelihood, it had melted, because that position on his waist was scalded.

When a person is seriously injured and loses a lot of blood, their spirit easily becomes trance-like.

Just like now,

Runsheng, who had just intended to die together with the other party, was now thinking in his brain:

"Sigh, what a waste of things..."

Large shopping centers in cities nowadays are not many, and therefore, each one can become an absolute point of human flow, and with it as the center, it extends outward, and snack streets and large supermarkets of other industries will be built nearby.

After that serious illness last time, Zheng Jiayi's parents had seen through a lot; of course, there was also the credit of Wu Pangzi taking care of them and accompanying them.

Human hearts are made of flesh, so the two old people no longer obstructed the marriage between their daughter and Wu Pangzi, and even took the initiative to urge it.

Wu Pangzi was indeed capable in human relations; the marriage report was submitted, and the unit housing was allocated immediately after.

The unit housing was not large, one room and one living room; the living room could be partitioned into another room, barely making it two rooms and one living room.

Today, Zheng Jiayi led Yin Meng to accompany her to shop at the furniture market; she wanted to decorate her future love nest well.

Along the way, Zheng Jiayi's mouth hadn't been idle. Yin Meng was sometimes puzzled: how could this girl talk so much?

However, sometimes it was quite nice to have a talkative friend by your side; you only needed to respond simply with "Hmm," "Uh," "Oh," and then you didn't have to worry about any cold spots.

Zheng Jiayi had said that the reason Wu Pangzi summoned the courage to contact her at the beginning was that once during a dinner party, they sat together, and she said a lot of things to him.

Wu Pangzi felt that she was very fond of him and took this as a hint. If she wasn't interested in him, which girl would be willing to chat so much with you?

After the two were really together later, Wu Pangzi took her back to the dormitory and found that she could stand at the stairwell and chat with the old lady living upstairs for two hours.

Wu Pangzi finally realized that he had misinterpreted the meaning at the beginning; she could chat very well with anyone.

Yin Meng actually envied her quite a bit. She used to run a shop, and it was in the most prosperous section of the county town. By logic, the bosses here should almost all be good at chatting.

It just so happened that she ran a coffin shop.

In most cases, her shop was deserted.

In the furniture city, there was a smell that belonged to it, and Yin Meng actually liked it quite a bit.

There were some furniture and boards in some shops that Yin Meng liked even more, and she even had a little feeling of heartbeat.

However, she knew very well what she really liked, so when she encountered a "shop she liked," she hurriedly pulled Zheng Jiayi away.

Zheng Jiayi didn't know why, but she chose to believe in the choice of "Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Although, after the incident in Min'an Town, she herself had doubted: had current Traditional Chinese Medicine actually developed to this point?

But since Mengmeng said she was a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner, she believed her.

After all, Mengmeng not only saved her parents but also saved her; if she didn't believe her, who else could she believe?

Walking to a furniture store, there was no smell here that Yin Meng liked.

It was so clean that Yin Meng felt a bit strange, because she knew that this kind of smell was impossible to remove completely.

The boss was a bald middle-aged man with a wine-red nose. Seeing a customer come in, he didn't rush to greet them, but continued to focus on fiddling with his incense.

Zheng Jiayi asked: "Boss, can this cabinet be cheaper?"

The boss took out a tissue, blew his nose, and shook his head: "No, it's already the cheapest."

"How can that be? I saw a shop earlier, the same style of furniture, and it was cheaper than your price."

"Girl, you get what you pay for. I sell it a bit more expensive than him, naturally there is my reason. If you only want cheap, then go buy it there."

"Hey, boss, how can you do business like this?"

"I can only tell you, buying furniture in my shop, you are absolutely cost-effective; mine is safe."

"Whose isn't safe?"

"That's not necessarily true."

Yin Meng reached out and touched the cabinet, puzzled and asked: "How did you make it so safe?"

"Because unsafe things were all sucked away by me sitting here using my nose."

The bald boss said, and also rubbed his wine-red nose.

Zheng Jiayi was amused, and then turned to look at Yin Meng: "Mengmeng, not going to look at other shops?"

"If the style and shape are suitable, I suggest you buy furniture here; it's really not expensive."

"Ah? Oh, okay." Zheng Jiayi nodded and began to choose furniture.

Yin Meng, under the guise of looking at furniture in the shop, began to deliberately approach and size up the boss.

She suspected that there would be causal clues here.

Because she knew very well that some things in furniture were impossible to clear completely; how did you manage it here?

Moreover, the styles in this shop weren't unavailable in other shops; they were all goods sent by the same material or even the same manufacturer. How could it be exceptionally clean just because it was placed in your shop?

At this time, a worker in the furniture city moved a dressing table over. The boss pointed to a position for them to put it down, and then the boss sat in front of the dressing table and began to look in the mirror, observing his nose.

While looking, he kept sniffing his nose.

Yin Meng stood behind him, watching him.

Gradually, Yin Meng discovered that he was really sniffing!

Because the smell of this dressing table was rapidly fading.

The bald boss should have completely not expected that he could "perceive" it, because this "smell" should have been odorless and couldn't be smelled.

This made Yin Meng feel troubled. The other party had expressed it so generously; how should she further nurture and develop it to extract clues?

Yin Meng first walked to Zheng Jiayi and said to her: "You go to the sugar water shop and buy me a cup of sugar water with ice, wait for my news, I'll stay and help you bargain."

"Okay, come on, Mengmeng!"

A very lame excuse, but Zheng Jiayi believed it deeply, turned around, and walked out to help buy sugar water. You know, that shop was on the food street outside the furniture city, very far away.

After sending Zheng Jiayi away, Yin Meng walked to the boss's side again.

The boss was squatting under the dressing table at this time, seemingly checking the workmanship details, but Yin Meng knew that the boss was making it completely safe, not letting go of any omissions.

What exactly was this boss?

Yin Meng had already confirmed that the boss was not a human. How could a human rely on their own body organs to complete such a thing?

But if not a human, what did he count as?

Evil spirit, dead-end spirit, monster, resentful spirit?

No matter what kind of dirty thing it was, if it just liked to suck this kind of thing, could it be called a "beneficial insect"?

She and Runsheng were now living in a basement. She didn't dislike this place, because she and Runsheng, as corpse fishers, naturally wouldn't care about any dampness.

Brother Xiaoyuan and Tan Wenbin lived in the dormitory.

But in the future, everyone would definitely purchase their own houses.

Looking at the boss in front of her who was diligently sniffing back and forth, she even wanted to wait until she bought a house to lock this boss in her new house and let him sniff well for three days and three nights.

The boss seemed to feel something wrong at this time. He raised his head, looked at Yin Meng, and asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

Yin Meng hesitated for a moment and asked: "Boss, what kind of thing are you?"

"How can you scold..."

The boss's eyes widened suddenly, and then his left hand grabbed the dressing table, blocking it between himself and Yin Meng.

"Who are you?" The boss's voice began to tremble, no longer as calm and composed as before.

"We don't have to do it; you just need to answer my questions well, or you can just go back with me."

"Heh, do you think I'm stupid? You hypocritical righteous path scum!"

The bald boss exerted force with his arms, and the dressing table bumped toward Yin Meng.

Yin Meng turned sideways and flipped over the dressing table.

The boss grabbed the edge of a cabinet on one side again, his nose twitched, and this tall cabinet was actually lifted and pressed down toward Yin Meng.

Yin Meng kicked the cabinet with one leg, borrowed force, slid her body on the floor tiles, and before the cabinet pressed down, she escaped the range.

The boss turned around, pushed open the back door, and intended to run away.

Yin Meng pulled out the Demon-Driving Whip from her waist and swung it forward, wrapping it around the other party's ankle.

The boss exerted force to lift his leg, wanting to break free. Yin Meng continued to borrow force and jumped toward him. Both rushed into the fire stairwell connected by the back door.

Seeing that he couldn't shake off the woman behind him no matter what, the boss reached out and grabbed the whip under his feet, took a deep breath, and then sprayed a wisp of flame from his nose. The flame burned along the Demon-Driving Whip.

Seeing this, Yin Meng could only let go of the whip and jump to the other side.

The position where she originally stood had been completely burned black.

The boss took a deep breath again, intending to continue spraying flames to attack.

But Yin Meng's Demon-Driving Whip was mixed with seven kinds of toxins. After the whip was burned by this, seven-colored poisonous mist rose up.

The boss took another breath at this time, and all these poisonous mists entered his body.

"Uh... uh... uh..."

The boss's body began to tremble, and various colored mists began to spray from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

His nostrils expanded rapidly, reaching a point that humans couldn't achieve.

Then, intermittent flames sprayed from his nose, as if blocked, unable to be sucked in, and unable to be sprayed out.

Wisps of green liquid dripped from his nose, like fresh blood, continuously overflowing and turning into radiance, rising toward the surroundings.

Yin Meng stood up. She also didn't expect such a scene; the other party actually sucked the poison in by himself, and she didn't even have to poison him.

The boss was very uncomfortable and very aggrieved. He waved his hands continuously, as if accusing something.

This venting of emotions really didn't look like a disguise.

Yin Meng said: "If you haven't done anything harmful to heaven and reason, then go back with me, and I can try to help you detoxify."

The reason for saying 'try'... because Yin Meng didn't know exactly how to detoxify these seven kinds of toxins mixed together after being burned by fire and then inhaled, but she could try slowly after going back.

The boss looked at Yin Meng, seemingly finally re-examining what this woman said.

Just as Yin Meng felt that this boss was very strange, the boss now looked at this woman and also felt very strange.

Both sides were located in different identity political positions and had labeled each other in advance, but after contact, they found that the other party seemed to have a large deviation from their inherent impression.

Because it had reached this point, he had been completely suppressed; this woman didn't need to be hypocritical anymore.

After pondering, the boss nodded vigorously at Yin Meng.

Yin Meng: "You would have agreed earlier, why did you have to break things? Wait a moment, I'll catch two toads for you and see if I can help you suck out some poison first to relieve your pain."

The boss nodded again.

This time, he further confirmed that this woman was different.

But just at this moment, Yin Meng seemed to hear some sound, as if someone was talking.

"What sound?"

The boss was also stunned. Soon, panic and fear appeared in his eyes. Next, he began to go crazy.

His face had turned deep cyan, his stomach bulged high, his mouth opened, and he took a deep breath.

This suction was so strong that Yin Meng, standing on the stairs, had to rely on both hands to grasp the stair railing to barely stabilize her figure. The trinkets, pendants, wallets, and pagers hanging from her waist, all these bits and pieces, were all rolled out and smashed heavily at the boss's feet.

In the boss's eyes, there was only hatred and brutality. He raised his hands high, his nose twitched, and he sprayed a heavy breath toward Yin Meng's position!

In an instant, scorching flames sprayed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. He himself was like a large firework, beginning to spin and spray fire.

Because he had been poisoned before, his body appeared disordered; originally, the breath couldn't be sprayed out, but this time he gathered too much force at once, and the flames couldn't be sprayed out, so they could only overflow.

The flames swept upward and downward respectively. Yin Meng had to retreat, exit the stairwell, and close the door.

The handle became hot instantly.

Fortunately, it was a fire stairwell inside, and no one walked there on weekdays. This burst of random fire spraying didn't have much impact. If it happened inside the furniture city, then a large fire would be unavoidable.

When Yin Meng opened the door again and walked in, she only found that the stairs were all scorched black.

The boss's body also turned into charcoal. A black shadow stood in front of that human-shaped charcoal, reached out, and grabbed a green light from mid-air.

"Who are you?"

The black shadow seemed to want to approach Yin Meng and attack, but just after taking a step, he stopped, and then let out a roar, as if something that made him angry was happening.

He drifted downward rapidly.

Yin Meng jumped down the stairs to chase, but the stair doors on every floor were opened, and the stairwell was scorched black, so the target was soon lost.

She tried to use her ears to listen for the other party's position, but unfortunately, she didn't have Brother Xiaoyuan's kind of hearing.

As a member of the Yin family, she couldn't even walk the Yin path to investigate. In the end, she could only clench her fists and wave them, venting her sullen anger.

"Why, why, why, why did I obviously live well, but you still refuse to let me go, why!"

The fourth uncle held two kitchen knives and continued his pursuit in the residential area.

Tan Wenbin initially pulled Zhou Yunyun to run together. Although Zhou Yunyun didn't know why they were running, she still instinctively trusted the other party.

But gradually, Tan Wenbin found something wrong. It was clearly fine just now, the weather was sunny, why did such heavy fog suddenly rise in the residential area?

It wasn't a simple blinding technique, but such a large coverage area... He immediately realized that this was miasma!

He and Zhou Yunyun were gradually entering the miasma laid out by that fourth uncle.

Unlike Brother Yuanzi whose brain speed was fast, Tan Wenbin had to think of the book's name first, then think of the book's content, before he could list the methods to break the miasma, and after listing them, he had to consider the actual feasibility.

Fortunately, while thinking about this, he pushed Zhou Yunyun out first, and then ran in another direction himself.

That fourth uncle's target was clearly himself.

Sure enough, after he started running, the fourth uncle only chased him, and the white mist that gradually covered him only followed him, without entangling Zhou Yunyun again.

Break miasma, break miasma, break miasma...

Tan Wenbin quickly sorted out various methods to break the miasma while running, first pulling away from the fourth uncle.

"Children, help me hide, I need time!"

It should have worked. Tan Wenbin began to scurry around in the residential area, playing a game of hide-and-seek with the fourth uncle.

In the entire residential area, he couldn't see anyone else.

Although every time he hid for a while, the fourth uncle's footsteps would appear, every time he could warn in advance, choose a new place, and continue to hide.

Just like this, he didn't know how long he had been hiding. Ahead, he entered a dead end of the residential area. Except for entering that unit building, the roads in other directions were blocked, and under the cover of the fog, they were also invisible.

The range of the fog was really too large, and there was no space left for him to continue hiding.

Tan Wenbin gritted his teeth, rushed into the unit building, and then his hands began to continuously form seals.

Coming out to eat, it was impossible to bring a set of formation flags; that thing was dead heavy, even if going to eat barbecue, taking the flagpoles as skewers was considered too heavy.

But forming a formation with bare hands by hand seals, Brother Xiaoyuan didn't use it often on weekdays, and for Tan Wenbin, it was more challenging.

However, whether turning back to fight that fourth uncle or running away to call for help, he had to break the other party's home-field environment first.

"Children, hurry up and practice with me!"

Tan Wenbin formed seals while going upstairs, and the fourth uncle below was also going upstairs holding kitchen knives.

Tan Wenbin would never believe that a master who could set up miasma would really only know how to chop people with kitchen knives.

Going up to the fourth floor, Tan Wenbin suddenly found that a door was open, so he thought about going in first, then jumping out from the window, and continuing to circle with that fourth uncle.

However, the plan was very full, but the reality was very skinny.

Just after entering, he saw a large photo frame placed on the sofa; inside was the fourth uncle cooking, and beside him was a reporter holding a microphone interviewing him.

Damn it, he had escaped into someone's house!

Or perhaps, the other party used darkness to guide and force him into his home.

This kind of interview photo actually wasn't hung in the shop, and it wasn't hung on the wall at home either.

Tan Wenbin looked at the wall and found that the wall was hung with many group photos of children, as well as various commendations for donating to help students, and clippings.

These things could be said to be plastered all over every wall in the house.

In Tan Wenbin's mind, Luo Mingzhu's words immediately surfaced again. She said that her fourth uncle was because he couldn't stand her parents using inferior ingredients to pass for superior ones, so he got angry and came out to work alone.

No, you evil spirit, you are desperately accumulating virtue and doing good deeds here?

Are you the evil spirit or am I the evil spirit?

The fourth uncle holding kitchen knives appeared at the door. He walked in, and the blade of the kitchen knife gently flicked, closing the door.

"Why, I'm already like this, but you still refuse to let me go, why, what exactly do you want me to do, what exactly do you want me to do! This is all forced by you, forced by you!"

Tan Wenbin glanced, and from the other party's gloomy and angry expression, he also saw a touch of grievance.

Everyone has their own direction of expertise. For a long time, because his personal hard strength was at the bottom, Tan Wenbin could only choose to develop in other directions.

As the boat-head shouter of the Long Wang family, observing words and expressions, seeing people and fooling people, seeing ghosts and fooling ghosts, was his professional rice bowl; what he ate was this bowl of rice.

Tan Wenbin immediately raised both hands.

He wasn't raising his hands to surrender, but because this posture could best reduce the other party's hostility.

"Fourth uncle, are these all students you sponsored? You are really so great, I need to learn from you."

"This is all forced by you..."

The fourth uncle's angry words were stuck by this sudden turn.

"Sigh, I feel ashamed. Although I have always taken eliminating demons... protecting the common people as my own responsibility, many times, I am also wasting my time."

"When I have time, I should still take the initiative to do more good deeds, have less pursuit of material aspects, and help more people who need help."

"Thank you, fourth uncle, you gave me a very vivid lesson."

The fourth uncle raised the kitchen knife: "What exactly... are you saying?"

Tan Wenbin pointed to the surrounding walls: "These things, if they were all done by you, aren't they worth a commendation and learning?"

"You are a righteous path person!"

"Our family's righteous path, it's a bit special. Are you referring to Wei Zhengdao or Li Zhengdao?"

"You..."

"Relax, relax, we won't let go of a bad evil spirit, and we won't wrong a good evil spirit. I think we can have a good talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Was the meal you made that I just ate fresh?"

"It was just what living people eat."

"Phew... that's good, that's good. Really, uncle, your cooking is very good, I like it very much. One day I'll bring our family's Li Zhengdao to support you."

"That, I'll just state my purpose directly. Have you discovered anything strange recently, such as encountering any strange things, or any strange illnesses in relatives and friends around you?"

The fourth uncle had already put down the kitchen knife in his hand, but he still carried a heavy vigilance on his body.

"Are there any? If not, do you have any separated lovers, creditors, or any enemies who have recently given you news that they are coming to reunite, come to collect debts, or come to take revenge?"

"Enemy..."

The fourth uncle suddenly seemed to realize something. He immediately raised his head, and the white mist that had just shrouded the entire residential area dissipated completely at this moment.

But his face already revealed a nervous emotion, as if he had made a big mistake due to his own negligence.

"It... won't find me, will it... it won't... it won't..."

Just at this moment, Tan Wenbin heard a stranger's voice in his ear: "Who is it?"

The fourth uncle raised his head and said despairingly: "He still found me, still found me..."

Immediately, the fourth uncle's expression began to twist.

"No... you don't even think about it... you don't even think about it... you don't even think about it, bewitch me!"

The fourth uncle screamed, raised the kitchen knife, and sliced straight down at his own chest.

Fresh blood splashed immediately, staining the walls and the certificates of merit above.

Tan Wenbin's eyes were wide open. He didn't know what exactly had happened, but the scene was indeed terrifying.

This fourth uncle, was he committing suicide in the most cruel way?

"Beep... beep... beep..."

Just at this moment, the pager on Tan Wenbin's waist rang.

Tan Wenbin lowered his head and quickly pressed the pager; there were two text messages.

It should have been that he was in the miasma earlier, and the information couldn't be transmitted in. Now that the miasma had been withdrawn by the fourth uncle, the two messages from different periods had all come in.

The first: Return to school immediately.

The second: Intersection of Zhengyang Street, Pingju Photo Studio, gather to take photos.

Gather to take photos?

Taking photos at this time?

Tan Wenbin's eyes revealed contemplation.

"Ah ah ah!"

The fourth uncle's ears were completely closed, but even so, under the influence of that speaking voice, the expression on the fourth uncle's face was sometimes calm and sometimes crazy.

"I would rather end myself than give you a chance. You, dream on!"

Just at this moment, the fragmented sound turned into a roar.

Tan Wenbin saw a black shadow enter from outside the door and stand in front of the fourth uncle.

The black shadow should have arrived in a hurry; the previous sound was probably also made by him, but at that time, his main body was not nearby.

After all, the transmission distance of sound could be very far.

At this time, the black shadow's hand pierced into the fourth uncle's abdomen, and the fourth uncle stopped twitching and fell down dejectedly.

White pus flowed out from those ears.

The black shadow grabbed a wisp of white light from the fourth uncle's body.

Immediately, the black shadow turned around and looked at Tan Wenbin.

The aura on the other party was very powerful; the blackness surrounding him was a murderous aura concentrated to the extreme; one didn't need to walk the Yin path to see it.

Tan Wenbin knew that the other party was a terrible guy, and looking at his speed of entering the room and extracting things from the fourth uncle's body, he believed that in front of him, he had no chance to hide or run away.

He could only... face it head-on.

Tan Wenbin formed seals with both hands, preparing to shorten his life to invite the children to possess him.

He had learned it, but hadn't actually practiced it; after all, you couldn't just try this thing to see the effect; practicing it a few times was enough to prepare for the aftermath.

Two resentful infants began to try to enter Tan Wenbin's body. In the past, Tan Wenbin had only tried to bind the ghost husband from the Zeng family to himself; this time, it was two ghosts entering at once, and he couldn't control it well.

Before he was fully possessed, his body began to expand, and the feeling of skin and flesh tightening made him very painful.

Wisps of ghost aura circled around him, blowing his clothes even more bulging.

Seeing this scene, the black shadow seemed to think of something.

At this time, he actually showed a kind of wariness and didn't approach again.

Hmm?

My ghost-controlling technique hasn't been fully performed yet, and you're already afraid?

Could it be that the image of me in this state is so bad that even evil spirits are afraid?

The ghost-controlling technique was created by Brother Xiaoyuan, and Brother Xiaoyuan also said that it couldn't compare to the proper path of the official generals for the time being.

Facing the powerful oppressive force emitted by the black shadow, Tan Wenbin felt that even if he exerted the ghost-controlling technique to the extreme, he probably wouldn't be the other party's opponent.

Just at this moment, a flash of inspiration appeared in Tan Wenbin's mind, and he immediately shouted: "Intersection of Zhengyang Street, Pingju Photo Studio, gather to take photos!"

A profound gaze drilled out from the thick black shadow and landed on Tan Wenbin, as if making an assessment and judgment.

The next moment, the black shadow flew out of the door and left.

He really left.

Because Tan Wenbin could feel that the two resentful infants in his body also revealed a feeling of long relief, and he believed the judgment of the two children.

Tan Wenbin immediately shouted: "Children, come out quickly, spellcasting stopped, half compensation for interruption, half compensation for interruption!"

Since there was no need to fight, then hurry up and interrupt the spellcasting; this way, the consumed lifespan wouldn't be too outrageous. Lifespan was something that still had to be used sparingly.

Interrupting the spellcasting, Tan Wenbin "thumped" and knelt on the floor, continuously spitting blood.

The two resentful infants were about to fall into a deep sleep.

"Don't rush to sleep, don't rush to sleep, still have to go to the photo studio, go to support!"

Tan Wenbin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, climbed up, and his gaze swept toward the pager on his waist.

Earlier, he had taken the initiative to tell the other party the address of the photo studio.

Because he knew that this was what Brother Xiaoyuan wanted him to convey.

Pingju Photo Studio, second floor.

Under the blue background backdrop, Deng Chen sat there, his whole body, along with the chair, completely wrapped in the return-home net that had been blessed with black dog blood.

Wrapped too tightly, only a face was exposed.

Li Zhuiyuan held a small knife in his hand, waving it lightly in front of Deng Chen, as if making some kind of decision, but in the end, he put the knife away and put it in his pocket.

"You just sit here, no matter what happens, don't move around, I promise you, I will handle this matter well."

Deng Chen nodded at Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the backpack and carried it on his back. It was very heavy, but he was quite strong and could carry it.

Walking down the narrow stairs, he arrived at the first floor.

The entire first floor now only had him alone.

Outside, white mist had already risen.

It wasn't a mountainous area, but a plain; such fog near dusk was still quite rare.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the counter, grabbed the candy in the candy box, and began to peel it.

One, two, three, four, five...

The fog outside became heavier, and the candy in front of the boy was peeled more and more.

Finally, the mist no longer intensified and reached a certain extreme.

Li Zhuiyuan no longer peeled candy, grabbed two handfuls, put them in his pocket, and sent the rest into his mouth one by one.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

While biting the candy in his mouth, Li Zhuiyuan walked to the door and opened the shop door. The white mist outside began to pour in, as if an excessive amount of dry ice had been used on stage.

In the depths of the thick fog ahead, a black shadow appeared.

The black shadow gradually approached, and after reaching a suitable distance, it stood not far away.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Why, don't you want to meet me openly and honestly?"

The black shadow dissipated, revealing the person inside. This person was wearing a leather jacket, leather boots, gloves on both hands, and a motorcycle helmet on his neck and above.

Li Zhuiyuan: "So unable to see people, could it be that you look like a pig?"

From inside the helmet, a chilling, hideous laugh came.

He reached out and took off the helmet. Inside, it was indeed a pig head with a big mouth laughing.

"Heh heh..."

Li Zhuiyuan also laughed.

Both sides maintained that distance and laughed for a long time.

Li Zhuiyuan said: "Although you have a pig brain, I have to say, you are really smart."

That pig seemed to be even happier because it had received praise.

"Black python as eyes, white centipede as ears, green ox as nose, red ape as tongue, yellow pig as mouth."

"Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue; black, white, yellow, green, red."

"The five of you were originally one."

"You want to re-fuse them, but they don't agree, right?"

"And, in order to avoid you, they even deliberately hid."

"So,"

"you brought them all out in front of the threshold, borrowing me, borrowing my people, borrowing the Jiang Shui water, to help you find them one by one."

The other party stopped laughing and said:

"Who told them that they actually wanted to accumulate virtue and do good deeds and be a good person?"

The other party raised his head, looked upward, and continued:

"Funny, right? They don't even ask this Heavenly Dao if it's worthy of walking this path?"

"I don't know if they are worthy of walking this path."

"Right, even you don't know, huh."

"But I know one thing."

"What?"

The boy raised his left hand and waved it at his side; the thick fog in front of the two dissipated completely.

Immediately after,

Li Zhuiyuan stretched out his right hand and pointed at the other party:

"Your path has come to an end."

———

20,000 words completed, asking for monthly tickets!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 136 =====

(End of chapter)