Chapter 43: Demon Slayer

The merchants quickly formed a circle, with their swords and guns on guard.

The headman shouted: "Demon, get out!"

"I'm here..."

A sweet voice came from far away, and a female figure floated.

The woman had a pretty face, and it was the yellow-skinned demon who had just escaped.

Her clothes were thin, and she was flying in the air, which inevitably revealed something indescribable.

"Shuanzi, black dog blood!"

The headman's forehead was sweating, and he took a leather bag from his companion, unscrewed the stopper and squeezed it hard.

Squeak!

A stream of black blood sprayed everywhere, and the gorgeous palace became smelly.

"You are just a mortal ant, how dare you be so rampant!"

The woman's hands turned into white-haired animal claws, with black nails more than a foot long, and she jumped and flashed, reaching for the headman's heart.

"Hah!"

The merchants shouted in unison to strengthen their courage and strength, and slashed at the woman with swords and guns at the same time.

With a sizzling sound, the woman broke into several pieces and fell to the ground and dissipated.

"Ah——"

The merchant named Shuanzi screamed, and a half-foot-long knife wound appeared on his back.

"Illusion, it's an illusion, don't act rashly!"

The headman was knowledgeable and reminded loudly.

"Chattering..."

A strange laugh sounded, and the woman who had just been broken into several pieces appeared in the hall again, floating around.

"You all have to die, especially you..."

The woman looked at the headman with resentment and swore: "I will definitely take out your heart, chew it up and swallow it bite by bite!"

After the voice fell, she rushed over again. The merchants had learned from the previous experience, and no one dared to swing at will, watching the sharp claws leave several blood marks on their companions.

The yellow-skinned demons were not much stronger than tigers and wolves in a head-on fight.

It's a pity that they are in an illusion, and it's hard to distinguish between true and false, and it's hard to measure the reality.

What the merchants saw, felt, and heard might all be false. The swords and guns clearly hit the empty space, and their companions were wounded by the swords, which made them more and more restrained.

"This is real..."

"Fake, fake, this time it's fake!"

"Zhu Zi is injured, be careful!"

The headman held the hatchet tightly, constantly reciting the meditation mantra taught in the Punisher's Sayings, took out the paper from his arms, and flipped through it to find a way to break the illusion.

Zhou Yi and Du Si hid in the corner. The merchants subconsciously thought that they were powerless, and the yellow-skinned monster also dealt with the tricky merchants first.

Du Si trembled while holding the bookcase. Seeing that the merchant was injured, he wanted to help.

"Don't move, there are people next to you."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with a bright light. The illusion was useless to him, and the thunder talisman in his hand was ready to be activated at any time.

The merchants relied on the various folk methods recorded in "The Punisher's Sayings" to deal with ordinary ghosts and monsters. They were still no match for monsters with advanced illusions or proficient spells.

At this time, with Zhou Yi hiding in the dark, their lives were safe. It would be better to practice fighting with the monsters more, so that they would have more experience if they met alone in the future.

Zhou Yi is not a noble saint, so it is difficult for him to sacrifice himself for others and fight for the prosperity of the human race.

Without endangering his life, he is willing to do something for his fellow tribesmen to make the human race less vulnerable to demons.

For example, the strength of the yellow-skinned demon in front of him is barely considered ninth-grade, and he is not qualified to enter the Bingzi Prison. Zhou Yi can kill him at any time and save the merchant.

But if he is saved today, how can the merchant save himself without Zhou Yi tomorrow?

It is better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish.

Saving the world and saving people does not necessarily require fighting against heaven and earth, but rather spreading methods to eliminate disasters and take refuge, so that people have the ability to save themselves.

When writing "On the Punisher", Zhou Yi had this vague idea. Now, what he has seen and heard along the way, knowing that many people have survived because of this book, his thoughts have become clearer.

"It is almost a fantasy to let ordinary people defeat big monsters. Practicing martial arts and cultivating Taoism is not only about skills, but also about money, friends, and places. Big monsters and even monster kings are suppressed by the court and the Demon Slayer Division. Ordinary people rarely encounter them. The lower third-grade monsters are more likely to harm people."

"Tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves kill people with force, so you need to train your courage and fight them."

"Foxes, weasels, ghosts, and spirits deceive people with illusions, so you need to train your mind and eyes to sense them."

Zhou Yi observed the fight between the traveling merchants and the yellow-skinned spirits, and combined with the memory fragments of the monsters' soul search, he thought about how ordinary people could restrain monsters and ghosts.

There may be people in the world who know more about monsters than Zhou Yi, but there are not many.

The high and mighty immortals and Buddhas can easily kill monsters and protect a place, but they will not go out of their way to search the souls of monsters to check their memories, and they will not think about how to eliminate monsters from the perspective of mortals.

"Return to the Demon Slayer Division, take more monsters for experiments, there will always be a way..."

When Zhou Yi was thinking, he changed again.

Cry——

The yellow-skinned demon seemed to have had enough fun, and a sharp whistle pierced the eardrum, making people dizzy.

Taking this opportunity, she dug her claws into the eyes of the leader. After a while, she had already figured out the core of the merchants. If the leader died, the remaining people would definitely lose their fighting spirit.

Zhou Yi was about to activate the thunder talisman to kill the monster, when suddenly a deafening roar came into the illusion.

"Monster! Die!"

The sound was like thunder, and the illusion palace was full of cracks, like a broken mirror, revealing the appearance of a ruined mountain temple.

Rumble——

Thunder came from the cracks.

A black light appeared out of thin air, tearing the illusory palace and nailing it to a void.

Boom!

A loud bang.

The illusory palace collapsed and returned to the mountain temple.

The wind was howling, and the mountain rain was raging.

A figure stood at the temple gate. The door head was shorter than him, the waist was half a foot wider than the door frame, and the face was full of black hair. He looked like a human bear.

The "man-bear" lowered his head, turned sideways, and squeezed into the temple.

The light of the fire made it clear that the man was wearing black armor, his hair was tied up in a ball, and his beard was so thick that only half of his dark face could be seen.

On one side of his waist was a sword more than two palms wide, on the other side was an iron bow, and on his back were seven or eight iron spears. It can be said that he was armed to the teeth.

"Where are you coming from, my good man?"

The leader felt that the man was more dangerous than the yellow-skinned demon.

The man ignored him and walked to the back wall of the mountain temple and pulled out the iron spear nailed to the wall.

Everyone looked in the direction and saw that the yellow-skinned demon was hanging on the iron spear, and he had already lost his breath.

Zhou Yi noticed the sign on the man's waist and took the initiative to step forward and bowed, saying: "Demon Slayer Division, Material Department Clerk, Zhou Yi."

"Hmm?"

The man's eyes lit up and his voice buzzed: "Demon Slayer Captain, Yan Chixiao!"

Zhou Yi used his spiritual eyes to check and found that Yan Chixiao's strength had reached the Qi Refining Realm, but unfortunately his breath was turbid and mixed, and the evil spirit was pervasive, so it was impossible to condense into a Yin God, and his cultivation was almost cut off.

When the merchants heard about the Demon Slayer Division, they were relieved. Not only were they no longer afraid, but they also praised him for being a hero who slayed demons and exorcised evil.

With such a body size, it would be easy to tear tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves alive, and monsters would be afraid if they met them.

The headman took out herbs to stop the bleeding for the injured companion, but the scratched area turned purple and black, and several detoxification methods were tried but to no avail.

"The poison of this monster is easy to cure."

Yan Chixiao pulled the yellow-skinned monster off the spear, took out a dagger and chopped off its head and tail, cut a few times on its limbs, and tore it with his hands, leaving only more than a foot of monster flesh and blood.

The monster body was pierced on the spear tip and rolled over the bonfire.

"Hu——"

Yan Chixiao blew the fire with his breath, and the wind whistled, just like adding a big bellows, and the fire instantly became blazing.

As he roasted and applied oil, the mountain temple soon smelled of meat, and the monster body turned golden.

Yan Chixiao couldn't help licking his lips, swallowing his saliva, and handed the iron spear to the head of the traveling merchants.

"Share the poisoned ones and eat them, and it will be better soon."

"Thank you, thank you sir."

The headman thanked him repeatedly, subconsciously took the iron spear, and his arms sank and almost fell to the ground.

The iron spear of only four or five feet weighed more than a hundred pounds.

The poisoned merchant shared the roasted yellow-skinned monster, and the purple-black wound gradually turned red, and his breath stabilized.

"Captain Yan, please sit down."

Zhou Yi said: "Thank you for saving my life."

"It's just a small effort. Killing demons is my duty."

Yan Chixiao sat cross-legged beside the fire, and he was actually two inches taller than Du Si when he stood.