Netherworld Painted Skin Scroll

Trials

Chapter 41 Trial

At this time, Zhao Qi suddenly withdrew his sword and took three steps back. He stood still on the ground, inserted his sword into the soil, took out a few talisman papers from his sleeves, turned to Li Wuxiang and shouted: "Fragrant!"

Li Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and Zhao Qi added: "Straw!"

Li Wuxiang understood immediately, rushed to the bed and dug down, grabbing a bunch of straw. At this time, Zhao Qi quickly took a few steps and quickly placed the talisman papers in front of the sword, dividing them into two rows, with three talismans in each row. These six talisman papers were similar to what he saw that night - little people were drawn with ink, and their eyes were only dotted with cinnabar. There was a row of little people on the left holding fluorene tablets, and a row of little people on the right holding talismans. Knives and guns.

Zhao Qi lifted his hem, sat down behind the sword, and began to chant a mantra. He read so fast that Li Wuxiang couldn't hear the specific content, but he clearly heard the name "Donghuang Taiyi" several times. His heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he felt that Zhao Qi's formation looked familiar, and he immediately understood it - this was almost the scene when he was trapped in the stove, with an emperor sitting at the top, and two rows of civil and military officials on the left and right!

While he was thinking about it, Zhao Qi had finished reciting the curse. He quickly pulled the middle finger of his right hand on the sword blade and then stopped. Blood snaked down the sword's spine. He stretched out his left hand again, and Li Wuxiang immediately handed over three bundles of stirred straw. Zhao Qi pinched the straw and let out a cry. The tip of the straw became bright red and spontaneously ignited without fire. He put the three bunches of straw used as incense candles in front of him, looked directly at the flapping ghost, and shouted: "Execute!"

His voice was not loud, but it sounded extremely clear and sharp, as if a thunder exploded in the room. When Li Wuxiang heard what he said, his eyes suddenly swayed, as if he fainted momentarily, and the surrounding scenery swayed.

This must be the powerful method of Ranshan Sect, right? Listening to Zhao Qinian's incantation, he was forced by this ghost to ask for the divine power of Donghuang Taiyi they enshrined!

But then, nothing happened - after the shout dissipated, Li Wuxiang did feel that there was a fleeting power surrounding him for a moment, but it disappeared the next moment, and he just called him I felt slightly refreshed, my body felt comfortable, my hunger was relieved, and some subtle changes seemed to have occurred in my body.

But he had no time to pay attention to himself now - Zhao Qi's trick still didn't work, and the ghost was still showing off its ferocity within the confinement. The black energy around him was too thick to be dissolved, and it even melted from the ground. A billowing black mist rushed out. The thin line of fire ash on the ground was already dim, but now it was immediately extinguished by the black energy, and then dispersed in all directions.

The ghost's body flashed suddenly and disappeared instantly. Zhao Qi was stunned and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Li Wuxiang shout: "Behind me!"

Zhao Qi turned around suddenly and was face to face with the ghost. He immediately pulled away and stepped back. However, the ghost moved out of the way with just a slight movement. He appeared behind him again, opened his mouth wide and sucked hard!

Zhao Qi's body trembled as if struck by lightning, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword on the ground to keep from falling. The next moment he drew his sword, but he didn't look for the ghost, nor the door or window, but ran towards Chen Sanyao. But as soon as he took a step, the ghost lay on his back and took another deep breath. Zhao Qi's legs suddenly went limp and he almost fell to the ground. He used his left hand to support the ground and continued to run towards Chen Sanjie. The ghost took another breath. This time Zhao Qi fell hard and almost lost his sword. Muscles on his face began to spasm and his mouth opened wide. Saliva flowed out like Chen Sanjiao before, but his eyes were still staring at Chen Sanjiao.

Is there anything weird about Chen Sanzhi? !

Li Wuxiang immediately rushed to Chen Sanzhao and saw that although he was still slumped on the ground, he had recovered a little in a short while and was trying to roll his eyelids, like a sleepy person trying to wake up quickly. .

At this time, only Zhao Qi's eyes could move normally. He stared and winked at Li Wuxiang, but Li Wuxiang didn't understand what he wanted to do, so he simply pulled Chen Sanjiao up from the ground. He pushed hard and shook.

When Chen Sanjiao struggled before, his clothes were scattered. When Li Wuxiang grabbed and shook him, the clothes fell off and scattered on the ground, revealing his chest soaked in blood.

As soon as Chen Sanzhao's clothes fell to the ground, the ghost lying on Zhao Qi rolled down - originally it was floating lightly in the air like an illusion, but now it first landed on Zhao Qi's back, and then rolled over. She stood beside him, and the breath in her mouth suddenly stopped.

Zhao Qi immediately took a long breath, grabbed the sword beside him and stabbed it in the head. The evil ghost dispersed with a buzz, turning into a piece of fishy liquid that splashed onto the ground.

The room suddenly became quiet, and when he looked around again, the doors and windows were all back in place. Li Wuxiang went to help Zhao Qi who was on the ground, but he had already gotten up, opened Li Wuxiang's hand angrily, and ran to Chen Sanjiao in two steps. Chen Sanjiao was shaken awake by Li Wuxiang at this time, and he wanted to speak in a daze, but Zhao Qi kicked him until he let out a short "ah" and sat down against the wall.

Then Zhao Qi used his sword to pick through Chen Sanzhan's clothes. He seemed to find something and immediately leaned over to pick it up.

Li Wuxiang turned his attention to Chen Sanjiao - did this scoundrel carry something that could drive ghosts, so the situation just now was beyond Zhao Qi's expectation?

But it doesn’t look like it. The panic and confusion on Chen Sanjiao's face could not be faked. He didn't expect such a dangerous and terrifying scene just now. If he could really hide his other thoughts so well, there would be no need for him to be a rogue idler in Jinshui.

After Zhao Qi finished picking up the things, he walked to Chen Sanyao again, grabbed his neck and lifted him up, pressed him against the wall, held the sword tightly in his right hand, and was extremely angry, as if he was going to stab him to death with a sword in the next moment. But after taking two breaths, he pushed his hand hard and put Chen Sanyao down.

Chen Sanyao was trembling with fear at this time, and hurriedly said: "Master, Master, I, I——"

"Shut up!" Zhao Qi shouted at him, and looked at Li Wuxiang again, "Take him out with me!"

After that, he strode out of the door with his sword, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then turned around holding the sword. Seeing Li Wuxiang grabbing Chen Sanyao's shoulder and pushing him out, he said: "Take him in front, go over there, at the foot of the mountain."

Although there were dangers in the house just now, the fighting was not loud. In addition, Chen Sanyao's house was far away from the neighbors, so it was still quiet around at this time. Li Wuxiang followed Zhao Qi's instructions, grabbed Chen Sanyao's arms behind his back, and forced him forward.

But he kept an eye on Zhao Qi's movements three or four steps behind him as he walked - Zhao Qi's behavior just now was really weird. He was full of confidence at first, but then he showed a lot of flaws. If he hadn't helped, he would have been killed by this evil ghost. According to his smart and cautious temperament, he really shouldn't have made such a mistake... And he just picked up something from Chen Sanyao's clothes. Was that the thing that caused the trouble?

However, he was walking far behind with a sword, as if he was on guard against something... on guard against himself? Where did he show a flaw just now?

Thinking of this, Li Wuxiang lowered his voice and whispered to Chen Sanyao: "What did you do to make my master so angry? Did you attract that ghost?"

Just now, Chen Sanyao was sucked by the ghost and was paralyzed and unconscious, but he had recovered by this time. Although he was still weak and half of his face was bloody, he seemed to be in high spirits because of facing his old enemy.

He turned and glared at Li Wuxiang: "It's none of your business, don't be so proud... Is it great that you worship him as your master? Just wait and see, he will also accept me as his disciple in a while."

His words made Li Wuxiang feel relieved, and he smiled: "Oh? Why? Because you were scared to death just now?"

Chen Sanyao frowned and glanced at him, spitting bloody saliva on the ground again, and smiled contemptuously: "Oh, you don't know yet. Humph, you wait and see!"

It was indeed because of him. But what did Chen Sanyao know? Did he think he could threaten Zhao Qi to accept him as his disciple?

Li Wuxiang wanted to ask again, but the two had already walked to the bamboo forest behind the house. The bamboo forest is at the foot of the mountain, and looking up is the deep and majestic Bishan in the night, covering the starry sky.

Zhao Qi shouted from behind: "Stop right here."

Li Wuxiang then stood down, released Chen Sanyao's arms and stepped aside. Zhao Qi came over with a sword in hand, glanced at Chen Sanyao, and then looked at Li Wuxiang: "Go over there, I'll interrogate him, don't let anyone disturb me."

The direction his eyes pointed to was in the sparse bamboo forest, where wisps of moonlight could still penetrate, like silver-white satin hanging from the forest in the night. Li Wuxiang didn't ask any more questions, and walked to the moonlight and stood down.

This place was about ten steps away from Zhao Qi and Chen Sanyao. It was pitch black there, and ordinary people would not be able to see anything. But his Guangchanzi had been practiced to the realm of "Jiugongjie", and in such darkness it was like dusk, and he could roughly see the appearance of the two people.

Zhao Qi stood in front of Chen Sanyao, holding a sword and looking at him. Chen Sanyao immediately bent his body, shrunk his neck, looked up at Zhao Qi, forced a smile on his bloody face, and began to say something.

Zhao Qi listened expressionlessly, responded briefly, then raised his left hand and showed Chen Sanyao something in his hand. Chen Sanyao nodded repeatedly, said a few more words, his waist gradually straightened up, and his face became relaxed.

Zhao Qi said another word, Chen Sanyao was slightly stunned, his face changed from relaxed to pleasantly surprised, and he couldn't help but slightly open his mouth - Zhao Qi suddenly slapped his mouth, as if slapping the thing in his hand into his mouth. Without waiting for Chen Sanyao to react, another palm hit his throat, and Chen Sanyao fell to the ground, pinching his neck with both hands, and his body arched like a prawn.

Zhao Qi turned sideways and said loudly: "Come here."

Li Wuxiang walked over immediately. When he was still two or three steps away from Chen Sanyao, Zhao Qi raised his hand and threw the sword to him, and pointed at the man on the ground: "Kill him."

Li Wuxiang was stunned, holding the sword, looking at Chen Sanyao, and then at Zhao Qi, and said for a long time: "Master?"

"He raised that ghost. Kill it."

Li Wuxiang held the sword and took a step back slightly. But when he saw a gleam in Zhao Qi's eyes and stared at him sternly, he swallowed his saliva and took another step forward, his voice trembling a little: "Master...but he is not guilty of death..."

Zhao Qi's face was stern: "Remember when I came here, I said I wanted to test your character? If you don't kill him, you are no longer my disciple from now on, and you can seek immortality somewhere else."

As soon as these words came out, Li Wuxiang was slightly stunned, then took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and strode to Chen Sanyao's side.

Chen Sanyao was hit by Zhao Qi, and he had not yet recovered. He was just hunched on the ground in pain. Li Wuxiang stood beside him, then turned to look at Zhao Qi, and seeing that he still had no expression on his face, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on Chen Sanyao's chest, causing him to let out a weak "ah" and fall on his back.

At this time, Chen Sanjiao had just regained his composure, and was about to open his hands to stop him, but Li Wuxiang pushed the sword hard, passed through his body, and pinned Chen Sanjiao to the ground.

Then he immediately let go of his hand, panted and took two steps back. He was stunned for a moment before turning his face: "Master, I'll kill him!"

Zhao Qi stood in the darkness and stared at him for a while, then nodded and stretched out a hand.

Li Wuxiang wiped the blood from the sword blade on Chen Sanzhao's body, returned the sword to its sheath, and presented it to Zhao Qi. Zhao Qi took the sword and looked at him silently for a while: "Bury the body."

"...Yes." Li Wuxiang whispered, "After burying it...I will tell you, Master."

"No need. Just bury it and go back to sleep."

"Then...I'll talk to Master tomorrow."

Zhao Qi smiled: "Practice at home these days. When I want to see you, I will ask someone to find you."

After he finished speaking, he left, and within a moment the sound of his footsteps had faded away, as if he was impatient to talk to anyone anymore.

Li Wuxiang stood in the darkness next to the corpse. When he was sure that no one was around, he immediately squatted down and put his hand into Chen San's mouth. The tentacles in the body protruded from the fingers, opened the esophagus that Chen San had bitten, and went straight into the stomach pouch. He touched the thing that Zhao Qi had just put into his mouth - it felt wet and sticky, and was extremely thin. He immediately rolled up the thing with the tentacles. , carefully pulled it out of the esophagus so as not to cause any further damage.

It's a piece of talisman paper. It was originally folded, but now it is completely soaked with gastric juice and glued together. Li Wuxiang carefully placed it on a dry bamboo leaf aside, then pressed his hand on Chen San's left rib, and pressed it lightly——

Chen Sanzhi coughed violently, took in a deep breath, his eyelids trembled violently, and then he opened them suddenly.

When he saw Li Wuxiang, his eyes suddenly straightened, and he subconsciously raised his hands, as if the memory still lingered on when he was about to be killed. When he saw that there was no sword in Li Wuxiang's hand, he froze his arm in the air: "You...you...didn't you just...kill me..."

Li Wuxiang looked at him: "If you kill people often, and are careful enough, steady enough, and lucky enough, you may find a place that looks deadly and can cause people to faint immediately but not die - you just What did you say to my master?"

Chen San bit his eyes and couldn't help but raise his neck, staring blankly at Li Wuxiang. He originally didn't think highly of this young master from Lijiawan, and he was extremely angry at the fact that he was accepted as a disciple by the immortal master. He always thought that he had good luck only because of his good looks and his previous family background. It was really jealous. resentment!

But now, in his not very smart mind, he vaguely felt that something was wrong: "You... often kill people? You are not Li, Li Jiye..."

Li Wuxiang smiled: "As a former playboy, it's quite reasonable for me to often kill a few people, right? What did you just say to my master?"

Chen Sanjiao was stunned for a while, then suddenly glared: "You save me first, and then get me some money, or else I tell you, Master Xian, that you didn't kill me, and you asked me - ah!"

As soon as a scream came out, Li Wuxiang's left hand covered his mouth. And his right hand was inserted into the wound on Chen San's left chest, almost immersing the entire middle finger and index finger: "Stupid thing, I can save you once, but I can't save you a second time. The next time I use force, I will dig out your heart." ——What did you say to my master?”

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