Poverty

Chapter 21

Li Yanchu said: "We may have entered a place similar to a ghost city and a ghost village in rural legends."

Wang Butou trembled when he heard the words.

Li Yanchu said: "It's better for Catcher Wang to lead his people to leave first, to take care of the carriage, and I'll go check it out."

Wang Butou was about to say something, but Li Yanchu said: "This place is even more strange than I imagined. If it is not for saving people, it is the best policy to leave at this time."

Wang Butou sighed, and said: "Since this is the case, Taoist Master Yan Chu should be careful."

Lao Wang is not a hypocritical person, even Zhao Wuzhu was broken, and turned into an evil corpse possessed by a man impaled by paper.

His martial arts are not comparable to Zhao Wuzhu's, and he lacks the means to deal with ghosts and ghosts. Forcing him in may also add to the chaos.

Song Sanlang cupped his fists and said: "Yan Chu Daoist Gao Yi, I have a little understanding of the outside world, and I am willing to help you."

Li Yan's jaw dropped.

There are many taboos in the business of carrying corpses, and it is natural to have a lot of means to be able to suppress so many evil corpses.

He didn't refuse it either.

Wang Butou led the yamen servants to leave, and Li Yanchu and Song Sanlang walked towards the direction where the footprints disappeared.

At this time, their eyes are completely another world.

that's it.

The two took a few steps forward and disappeared under the eyes of everyone.

Wang Catcher swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, and waved his hand: "Go, quickly back away, don't let down Taoist Yan Chu's painstaking efforts."

Several people hurriedly left here.

Li Yanchu and the two walked towards the village, but the village in front of them felt full of vitality.

But still did not see a living creature.

This made it look even weirder than before.

Footsteps came again.

Li Yanchu and Song Sanlang looked at each other, and immediately chased after him.

This time they must see what is playing tricks.

"Daoist Yan Chu, it's strange to say that I saw a thin man, why did he disappear when I got here?" Song Sanlang frowned.

Li Yanchu shook his head and said: "This place is evil, be careful in everything."

The two walked into a courtyard side by side.

There was someone in the yard!
And it was a Confucian scholar in a moon-white gown.

See two people.

The Confucian scholar said with a loud laugh: "It's such a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Please come in, both of you."

Li Yanchu and Song Sanlang looked at each other, both were a little surprised.

Li Yanchu clasped his fists together and said: "This brother is being polite, dare to ask your name?"

The corner of Song Sanlang's mouth twitched slightly, he did not expect Li Yanchu to be so calm.

The Confucian scholar said with a smile: "My surname is Zhang, my first name is Jian, and the word Yunzhi, I don't know how to call you two brothers?"

Are you from Zhangjiazhuang? Li Yanchu said: "I'm Li Si, his name is Wang Wu. I don't know if Brother Zhang has ever seen a stranger in his fifties with one eye."

According to Song Sanlang's description, this is exactly the appearance of the corpse-carrier.

The Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "I've never seen it before."

Li Yanchu said: "Then take my leave."

After all, he was ready to leave.

Song Sanlang was stunned.

The Confucian scholar laughed loudly and said, "Since you're here, why don't you stay in the humble house and have a few drinks, brother?"

Li Yanchu turned around and sighed, "You are really an old birthday star who hanged himself."

The Confucian scholar frowned and said, "What do you mean, brother?"

Li Yanchu sneered, "I'm tired of working!"

As soon as he moved, he rushed forward, with a lightning wooden finger on his fist, and thunder and lightning faintly surrounded his hands.

Horror appeared in the eyes of the posturing Confucian scholar.

Lei Fa is the most yang force in the world, the nemesis of all evil spirits.

Li Yanchu's movements were extremely fast, and he came to the Confucian scholar in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!" Confucian scholar screamed.

He was directly defeated by Li Yanchu.

"Like reciting poetry!?"

"Fall on the street!"

Li Yanchu's fist was like a thunderbolt's chisel, not only his blood was scorching hot, but it also carried the power of thunder.

Confucian scholars soon begged for mercy.

"Daoist, please forgive me. I'm just an unlucky ghost trapped here, and I haven't harmed anyone." Confucian scholar screamed.

Li Yanchu stomped the Confucian scholar under his feet, and said coldly, "What's going on in this village?"

"I'll only ask once, and if you don't understand, I'll blow your mind away."

The Confucian scholar put his head in his hands, and he didn't have the unrestrained style just now. He spoke extremely fast: "There is a powerful ghost here, who likes to chop off people's heads."

"The villagers of Zhangjiazhuang were killed by this ghost many years ago, and I was also killed here. I cannot escape."

"I have seen the old man mentioned by the Taoist priest. Bewitched by this ghost, he beheaded him. His body is in the forest behind the village."

Li Yanchu's heart moved, beheading a ghost?

Song Sanlang wailed, deeply grieved.

Li Yanchu asked: "Have you ever seen the corpse that the old man brought?"

The Confucian scholar was stunned and said, "What corpse? I've never seen it before."

Li Yanchu glanced at Song Sanlang, but didn't speak.

At this time, there was a sudden strong wind outside, Confucian scholar's face changed drastically, and he shivered with fright.

"That ghost is coming, you guys run away." The Confucian scholar screamed.

I have to say that appearances like big bosses are very prestigious.

The originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy.

The wind blows.

A powerful ghost shrouded in black air flew directly over.

Carrying a huge long knife in his hand.

The surrounding air dropped several degrees.

Song Sanlang's eyes showed fear, Li Yanchu glanced at him, then turned his head away.

"The smell of a living person." Said the huge ghost shrouded in the black cloud.

Li Yanchu was very calm.

He didn't take out a talisman or a mahogany sword from his hand.

The right hand, which was not wearing the lightning wooden finger tiger, touched directly to the waist.

He wears a butcher's knife on his waist.

Of course, this is just the name of his master Taoist Xuancheng.

This knife has a thick back and a thin blade, it is no more than two feet long, but it exudes a sharp air.

The handle is wrapped with a thin hemp rope, which is very comfortable to hold.

Li Yanchu knew that this knife was not an ordinary thing, it had a very strong evil spirit, and its tentacles were cold, it was a real killing blade.

Putting it in the house can ward off evil spirits and suppress evil spirits.

Li Yanchu pulled out the sharp weapon that was more like a broken knife, and ignored the ghostly ghost holding the knife.

Instead, he turned around and looked at the earth-colored Confucian scholar.

"Stop showing off these little tricks, you have a bad personality." Li Yanchu sneered.

The Confucian scholar was stunned again.

Suddenly he smiled, and his demeanor changed.

That cold feeling is completely different from before.

"How did you find out?" Confucian scholar asked.

Li Yanchu sneered and said, "In such a big village, you are the only ghost, and you are still in the mood to flirt here. No matter how you look at it, there is a problem."

The Confucian scholar looked stern and said, "It's been a long time since I met someone as interesting as you."

Li Yanchu's tongue burst into spring thunder, and he said coldly: "What nonsense, let's do it!"

With the momentum of wind and thunder, the sword quickly slashed at the Confucian scholar.

(End of this chapter)