Extermination of Evil

Chapter 40 Punishing Evil

Before he could speak, Zhao Qi spoke first: "Did you see the evil spirit?"

Chen Sanjiao quickly stood up, but his whole body was still pressed against the wall: "Yes, ah, it doesn't count..."

Zhao Qi walked a few steps inside the house, then frowned and looked at the two jars and the stove: "What kind of evil spirit?"

"Master Immortal, it's not evil, it's... she's my mother..."

Zhao Qi stopped and turned to stare at Chen Sangnai. Chen Sanjiao quickly lowered his face: "It's really my grandma. My grandma was buried just two years ago. I was wondering if she missed me... It's also my fault that I didn't burn any incense candles or paper money for her in these years..."

"This is evil." Zhao Qi interrupted, "When did you see it?"

"Last night, last night I was..."

"Okay, shut up." Zhao Qi looked around the room again, walked to Chen Sanzhi's bed and stood down.

Chen Sanjiao thought that Zhao Qi was going to ask him something, so he retracted his shoulders and leaned a little further against the wall. But Li Wuxiang had already walked quickly to the bed, holding the scabbard in his left hand, and grabbing the tattered bedding on the bed with his right hand. He flipped it a few times and rolled it up, then lifted it and stuffed it under the bed. Under the quilt was straw, which had a musty smell that had lasted for years. He quickly gathered the straw together and placed it under the bed, revealing the empty bed board.

Chen Sanzhao stared at Li Wuxiang and touched his head again, as if old and new hatreds were welling up in his heart. When he was about to open his mouth to speak, he saw that Zhao Qi was already on the bed and sitting cross-legged on the bed, so he immediately closed his mouth again.

Li Wuxiang didn't look at him, held the sword in his arms, and stood beside Zhao Qi. Zhao Qi sat firmly on the bed, spread his clothes neatly over his legs, and picked up a straw from beside him. Then with a flick of his thumb and ring finger, the straw shot out, and the oil lamp on the stove went out.

"Wait for it to come." Zhao Qi closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Let me see what it is."

The room became quiet, with only the faint night light filtering through the broken window lattice. But Li Wuxiang had some troubles in his heart.

Regarding martial arts skills, he could be regarded as a semi-professional in the original world, but Zhao Qi's move just now really shocked him, even more shocking than when he used talisman paper to turn into a big ghost to suffocate him - - He had heard about this kind of thing before, and had never been involved in it himself, so he didn’t have a very precise understanding of it. But the "flick of the finger" move just now made him realize that in this world, a person can do this!

I had known before that although Zhao Qi was in a similar realm to myself, he would be quite difficult to deal with. But at this moment, he felt that Zhao Qi should be more difficult to deal with than he expected.

He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Qi on the bed - he was sitting silently in the dark with his eyes slightly closed. He didn't seem to be worried about what would happen in a while. He was extremely confident... and he didn't know that he had dealt with similar evil spirits before. How many.

If you think about it this way, is Zhao Qi a good guy or a bad guy? His master was Zhao Puppet, so Li Wuxiang had previously set him as an imaginary enemy. But after being in contact with him for so many days, Zhao Qi didn't seem to have done anything bad except for his bad temper. On the contrary, he has been waiting in the mountains for more than ten years, went down to find a teacher, and even got rid of many evil spirits... These things seem to show that he is actually not bad.

If it weren't for Zhao Puppet, maybe this would be a pretty good master...

A soft sound instantly interrupted his thoughts. Li Wuxiang immediately turned to look at the window, and Chen Sanjiao also shrank and squatted on the ground.

A shadow was cast on the window paper by the night. It looked like a person, slowly approaching the window. But the man's head was like a chicken looking for food, turning back and forth quickly, as if he was eagerly looking for some sound.

Then, the thing put its head against the window and stopped moving.

Zhao Qi was still silent, and Li Wuxiang was holding his breath and concentrating, but Chen Sanjiao couldn't help but let out a breath even though he was holding the stick tightly with both hands.

The thing outside the window immediately hit its head against the window frame, and seemed to raise its hands to pull, making the window make a loud noise. When I pulled it, I saw that the window was only slightly open, so I banged my head against it, squeezed it, and tried my best to poke into the window. As a result, Li Wuxiang saw a dark, slightly fluorescent eye dangling in the gap in the window, as if to see clearly who was hiding in the room.

After struggling like this, the window still wouldn't open, and the shadow suddenly disappeared from the window. The next moment, the door panel was knocked and made a loud noise again, as if something came over and pulled the door panel.

Li Wuxiang remembered that the door was not locked when he came in, but was just ajar. Now the things outside are also pulling outwards, but they can't be pulled open. This reminds him of Zhao Qi using the talisman paper to test himself. that night. The big ghost also blew the doors and windows loudly like this and yelled at himself to let it in... What should be the special rules here? Evil spirits and the like can't enter the house without permission?

But at this moment, Chen Sanjiao, who was squatting on the ground, seemed to be finally frightened and panicked. He couldn't help but trembled and whispered: "Nai, Nai, don't..."

These words were like some kind of spell. Things outside the door were quiet for a moment, and then the door opened with a bang!

Zhao Qi opened his eyes at this moment and looked directly at the thing that walked through the door.

He was a thin, stooped old man, wearing longevity clothes, but he walked very nimble and agile, almost like a wild beast. As soon as it entered the house, it immediately turned its face convulsively and walked towards the rice vat with broken steps. He looked closer to the mouth of the tank and immediately grabbed the rice bran in the tank with both hands. But after catching it like this, every time my hands go through the chaff, they can't bring out a single star.

It straightened up again, walked to the stove, lay down, put its head into the stove and began to inhale.

There were a lot of ashes in the stove that had not been cleaned out, and it had not been on fire for a whole day. But when it went to inhale, the flying ashes in the stove did not fly up, but a few very faint flames suddenly appeared in the ashes, and it was all sucked into its mouth.

It was not until this time that Zhao Qi suddenly sneered: "What an evil spirit, it already knows how to enjoy incense."

The evil ghost lay on the spot without getting up, but its head suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the sound!

Chen Sanyao was so scared that his head hit the wall with a bang, but at least he didn't make any more sounds, and bit one of his hands tightly with his mouth. But it was useless - the evil ghost turned around, his black eyes opened wide, but a smile appeared on his face, then he straightened his waist and walked in front of Chen Sanyao in small steps. Chen Sanyao glared and squinted his eyes, whimpering and looking at Zhao Qi, but Zhao Qi did not move, just staring at the evil ghost.

Seeing that Zhao Qi did not save him, Chen Sanyao was frightened and hurriedly shouted: "Grandma, grandma, it's me, Sanyao--"

He kicked his legs and wanted to escape, but at this time the evil ghost suddenly lowered his head and sucked his forehead for a long time--

Chen Sanyao suddenly went limp, as if he was suddenly hit by a stick. He tilted his head and blinked at Zhao Qi, making a hoarse sound in his mouth and drooling at the corners of his mouth.

The ghost was no longer anxious, as if it had finally found some delicious food, lying on him, slowly sucking from his forehead to his face. Chen Sanyao's legs were limp and kicking weakly, and he raised his hands like a sleepwalker trying to pull the ghost away, but he passed through its body and couldn't touch anything.

At this time, Zhao Qi was still sitting steadily, and Li Wuxiang couldn't help but look at him.

He himself was not afraid of this thing, but wanted to observe it for a while to know what its habits were. Besides, the ghost sucked so intently, as if there was no one else in the room. Zhao Qi must have used some means to protect both of them. But he felt that although Chen Sanyao had some conflicts with him, he would not be killed by the ghost.

But when he looked at Zhao Qi, he found that Zhao Qi also glanced at him: "Why, are you scared?"

Li Wuxiang shook his head slightly. Zhao Qi retracted his gaze, suddenly threw his sleeves, and pinched out a piece of yellow paper with his fingertips. He rubbed his fingers gently underneath, and a line of fire suddenly flashed from bottom to top, burning the paper into gray. But the ash was still firmly held by Zhao Qi's fingers and did not disperse. Because of the air circulation in the room, it was lit with sparks like embers.

At this time, Zhao Qi pointed his finger and shouted, "Sleepy!"

The ash from the burnt talisman paper flew from his fingertips, swirling and dancing in the darkness, falling towards Chen Sanyao and the evil ghost, and forming a thin line of sparkling sparks on the ground around them.

Li Wuxiang realized that what Zhao Qi had just used should be a talisman. He thought that even if the talismans here were not similar to the ones he came from, they should be winding and look quite mysterious. But Zhao Qi's talisman was completely different from his impression - there was only a cinnabar talisman on the yellow paper, which looked like a "plate" character stretched into a square, with a horizontal dot in the middle.

After Zhao Qi used this talisman, he did not move again and sat upright on the bed again. And the ghost did not seem to be affected at all, still greedily inhaling on Chen Sanyao's face. Chen Sanyao had no strength at this time, and could not lift his arms. His eyes were empty and his mouth was wide open. His face seemed to be suspended by an invisible force, providing the ghost with continuous inhalation.

"Are you wondering why I haven't taken action yet?" He glanced at Li Wuxiang again.

Li Wuxiang nodded.

"Because although you can see it, it is not here, but in the netherworld." Zhao Qi stood up and jumped off the bed lightly while speaking. "It will take time and effort to get rid of it now. But if it enjoys some incense and popularity and comes to this world, it will be much easier. As for the suffering this person has endured, hum, it is just his own fault - you see."

Li Wuxiang immediately looked at Chen Sanyao - just as Zhao Qi said these few words, his face was bleeding! Originally, when he wanted to fend off the ghost, his arm could only pass through the evil ghost's body, but at this time his arm was pressed against the wall by the ghost, and the ghost no longer inhaled his air, but put his mouth on it and was biting his face.

It didn't really bite the flesh every time, but it was like a person trying to bite a hanging apple, always unable to exert strength, sometimes it could touch the face, and sometimes it was like a phantom biting the air. But even so, it still made a tsk tsk sound, causing several bloody marks on Chen San's left face, almost revealing his bloody cheekbone!

At this time, Zhao Qi suddenly raised his hand, pulled out the long sword from Li Wuxiang's arms, and shouted: "The time has come. Evil spirits, be punished!"

As soon as the sword came out, the tip of the sword immediately pierced into the evil ghost's head, and then fiercely provoked it--

But the ghost's head just shook slightly like a reflection in the water, and was not hurt at all. But this seemed to make it realize that there was someone else in the room, and it suddenly turned its head, let go of Chen San in front of it, and turned around to pounce on Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi was only a little more than a step away from the ghost. The ghost pounced so hard that it almost pounced on his face, but it was also "almost". Just as it was about to touch Zhao Qi, its body was immediately pulled back by an invisible force and it was far away again. The ghost didn't know what was happening. It just kept attacking with its ferocious nature, its dark eyes glaring and its teeth bared. However, it could only stay where it was from beginning to end and couldn't get out of the thin line of ashes on the ground.

After escaping from the trap, this was the first time that Li Wuxiang saw a "fight" with his own eyes. At first, he only felt that it was quite magical and that Zhao Qi really had some skills, far more powerful than he had imagined.

But after a while, he felt that something seemed to be wrong.

When Zhao Qi drew his first sword, he was full of heroic spirit, as if he could kill the ghost with one sword. But that sword did not work. He then drew four swords in succession, each time hitting the head of the evil ghost that was constantly flapping, but like the first sword, it could only make the ghost's head shake slightly, without any damage.

At this time, Zhao Qi stopped talking, and took a step back slightly, his cheeks puffed, and then he spit blood-mixed saliva on the sword, and then shouted loudly as if he was taking a breath, and then stabbed the ghost again. At this time, it finally worked. As soon as the tip of the sword hit the ghost's head, black blood immediately flowed out of it, and then immediately turned into black smoke in the air, and the whole room was immediately filled with a fishy smell.

But this injury angered the evil ghost even more. Before, it had been attacking Zhao Qi, but now it was jumping up and down frantically in the small world formed by the fire ash, and the black air was all over its body, completely filling it. After a few more struggles, some black air was still radiating from the ground, rushing to the circle of fire ash, and the little sparks in it began to extinguish!

Looking at Zhao Qi again at this time, you can see that his forehead began to sweat, and his eyes were a little erratic, as if he was looking for a way out in advance.

He felt that he couldn't handle it? But why was he so confident before, not listening to Chen Xin's detailed explanation, nor listening to Chen Sanyao's words?

Li Wuxiang immediately began to prepare. He planned to step back first, so that he could retreat to the door. In case of any unexpected changes, he could take the opportunity to escape first. Zhao Qi said that the evil ghost harmed people, and he was actually a painted skin ghost at the moment, so he was not afraid of this thing. But if the time comes when he needs to take action, it is inevitable that some flaws will be exposed.

But when he looked at the door, he found that the door was gone - he seemed to be looking at the side near the bed, and there was only a mud wall. He immediately turned his head to look at the other side... but it was still the side near the bed!

Trapped in the room by this ghost?

This cheap master is too unreliable!

Two chapters are combined into one, friends!