Chapter 835 Master, Give Me a Bath

Mrs. Zeng knelt down without saying a word, and asked her two sons and daughters to kneel with her.

Without waiting for the others to kneel down, the two Mencius waved their hands and threw a faint sentence: "I like quiet."

This is to dislike that Mrs. Zeng has too many things, and it is very noisy.

After Mrs. Zeng heard this, her crying stopped abruptly, and even her choking sound was kept to a minimum, "Master, I'm making you laugh, I'm just worried about my master."

"I will save him myself."

Madam Zeng breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, the master really had a way to save the master.

When Zeng Fu was quiet, there was only Master Zeng's painful cries left in the room. He was still screaming when his throat was hoarse.

These ghost face sores are not just screaming, they will slowly devour the flesh and blood of the host, tormenting the host to death.

Mencius steadfastly held his own demon-slaying sword, and continued unhurriedly: "This ghost-faced sore first only has a ghost-face, and only one evil ghost resides in the body, but because most of these evil ghosts died tragically or died before they were alive. After being wronged and dying, there is a strong sense of resentment on the body. After the evil ghost devours the flesh and blood, the ability strengthens, and the resentment will spread to other places, thereby turning into other ghost faces, which is why the ghost face sores on Master Zeng’s back are increasing day by day.

Nan Xun listened obediently. Originally, he wanted to be a good student, so he asked if he didn't understand, but when he thought that he was now a scabbard, he let it go.

Unexpectedly, Meng Ziyi flicked her forehead and said, "Ask me if there is anything you don't understand."

Huh? Is this what it meant to make her speak? Don't be afraid to scare others.

The last time she took the initiative to speak in front of Auntie and Li Dazhuang was because the master had just finished showing off, and the two had even seen Li Gui, so Dao Ling was easy to accept, but now...

Well, the master doesn't care, why does she think so much.

"Master, do you mean that there is only one evil ghost attached to these grimace? All the other grimace are made of its resentment?" Nan Xun asked.

Nan Xun's sudden speech frightened several people in the room.

"Mother, why did I hear a woman talking, is it a ghost? I'm afraid, woo woo..." Miss Zeng San might be a big cry bag, crying and hiding in Madam Zeng's arms.

Second Young Master Zeng was obviously frightened too, but he didn't move.

Nan Xun rolled his eyes: "Boy, I don't want to be your mother."

“啊啊啊啊——大哥，真的有鬼！大师大师快捉鬼啊！”曾二少爷一蹦老高。

"I'm not a ghost, nor a demon, I'm the master's sword spirit, look at you so cowardly." Nan Xun snorted, she remembered that this kid didn't give the master a good face just now.

Several people looked at the knife in the master's hand and found that the sound was coming from above.

Meng Ziyi couldn't see the trembling faces of the Zeng family. Even if he saw him, he wouldn't care. He touched the top of the scabbard and said, "You can think so."

This is to answer Nan Xun's question.

"Master, how to treat this ghost face sore, please show me a hand."

Hearing her eagerness, Meng Ziyi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, thinking he had seen through her thoughts, he said, "Don't worry, you can't die."

Nanxun: ...

Does she act like she's worried about this Master Zeng? She just wanted to see how the master could get rid of this ghost face sore.

She had never encountered this kind of sorcery when she followed her ancestor before. She had only seen books with ghost face sores on the bookshelf. Become a wild ghost without resentment, and then overrun, the evil ghost and resentment are gone, and those ghost face sores will naturally subside slowly.

Obviously, the approach in the book is more humane. Nan Xun didn't think that the big boss would use such a gentle method, and there was no red saltpeter in his baggage.

Meng Ziyi suddenly ordered: "Go and fetch cinnabar and clean and noble brushes."

He didn't say this to a specific person. After hearing it, Master Zeng immediately said: "I have it in my study, I'll go and get it for the master!"

Second Young Master Zeng also changed his previous attitude and asked respectfully, "Does Master still need anything else?"

Meng Ziyi paused for a moment and said, "Give me a small bowl of your blood."

Nan Xun snickered, this is absolutely forced by the master to deal with him, this blood may or may not be used, since he took the initiative to come together, the master will do what he wants.

After being stunned for a moment, Master Zeng went to get the bowl and the knife without saying a word. After a while, he cut his left palm and poured half a bowl of blood.

Nan Xun: Sincere children, they all say that it is half a bowl, but it turns out that it is more than half a bowl. I am not afraid of losing too much blood and fainting.

But the bowl they have at home is quite small.

Mencius poured some blood into the cinnabar, and there was still half a bowl left.

The second young master Zeng looked at the small half bowl of blood that might have come out, and felt that the hole in his palm was really painful.

After dipping the cinnabar with a rich brush, Meng Ziyi began to draw talismans on the back of Master Zeng.

There was a hint of indifference in his actions before, but when he started to write, the movement of the talisman was completed in one go, and there was no pause.

The ghost face sore was aware of the danger as soon as he approached the pen, and the cry became higher and higher.

When the talisman that occupied the entire back was completed, these hideous grimace began to scream shrilly, sharper than ever before, and there seemed to be something under the grimace clamoring to rush out, which made the grimace keep stirring.

And Mr. Zeng, who was about to faint from pain, also screamed again in pain. If it wasn't for the strong eyes and hands to stop him, Mr. Zeng would have hit the ground with his head.

"Quick, hold down the master!" Madam Zeng shouted.

After a while, the sound of the ghost face sore on Master Zeng's back gradually became smaller. Then, several people saw wisps of black mist floating out from the faces of these ghosts, mixed with a wisp of blue smoke.

Immediately afterwards, black water began to flow out from the grimace and twisted facial features, and a thick stench instantly filled the entire room.

When the black water was almost drained, the facial features of these ghost face sores seemed to be corroded and began to melt until they disappeared.

At the same moment, in a dilapidated mansion, an old man with white hair and robes vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The old man raised his face, his face was hideous, his eyes were sinister.

It seems that I have met a colleague.

No, he's not one of these idiots!

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The black water in the house stinks, and everyone covered their mouths and noses with their hands.

"Master, it smells so bad!" Nan Xun was about to faint.

Mencius: "Hold your breath."

Nan Xun snorted, and then said: "Master, help me take a bath later, my body is full of stench."

Meng Ziyi's hand holding the handle of the sword trembled.

Gui Nanxun continued to add: "After washing, remember to help me dry my body. I have to clean it inside and out, otherwise it will rust."

See, what a good reason for her.