Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 120 117. I Grind This Wheel For Her
On the expressway at night in Tokyo, an industrial truck followed a sports car and galloped towards the suburbs.

"Just stop here." Qing Gong Yilisa contacted Kyushu Cheng with a wireless headset, and stopped on the side of the road with the right turn signal.

This is a long straight road with a wide view. There are very few cars passing by during this time period, and it is almost impossible for unrelated people to find the ghost here.

Qing Palace Eliza got out of the car, and began to take out talisman papers from her coat pocket, and kept pasting them on the ground and railings, as if she was about to form a formation.

Kyushu Cheng stood by and observed, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"The Qing Palace family is best at drawing talismans, and the spiritual arts I master are all related to talismans." She said indifferently:

"I'm setting up a formation. You can't learn it, so I don't need to explain it to you."

Seeing this situation, Jiuzhou Cheng didn't intend to make fun of himself.He drove the truck a hundred meters away, and pasted several talisman papers on the head and four tires respectively.

Soon, the car body and tires glowed with fragments of blue light—fragile like fireflies, but exuding palpitating energy.

"The arrangement is finished, ready to start." A moment later, Qing Palace Eliza called out to him.

Dozens of talisman papers have been pasted around the girl, forming a circle in the center of the road, which looks somewhat similar to the Bagua array.

She opened the suitcase and threw the severed arm of the ghost, which was still twitching like a fish, into the center of the magic circle.

"Open!" Qing Gong Yiliza stretched out her hand and squeezed a tactic, and all the talisman papers attached to the broken arm fell off, and the broken arm struggled more vigorously.

After finishing all this, she ran quickly to the bushes not far away, hiding in the dark to observe the situation.

For the next hour, the two hardly spoke, just waiting quietly.

Kyushu Cheng took out the rice balls he bought at a convenience store along the way, gnawed on them, adjusted the back of the chair, and lay down for a while.

In an instant, the surrounding trees started to move, as if a gust of wind had blown by.

"It's coming."

A girl's deep voice came from Kyushu Makoto's earphones.

There was a frightening atmosphere on the expressway shrouded in darkness, and a familiar figure stepped out of the darkness.

Wijna ghost mask, wanderer robe, and other samurai swords around the waist. The most noticeable thing is the empty left sleeve of this person, obviously missing his left arm.

The ghost-faced warrior went straight to the broken arm in the middle of the road, and the broken arm also sensed the owner's arrival, and began to crawl with twisted fingers, eager to return to the owner's side.

Suddenly, the ghost-faced warrior stopped.It raised its foot and found that it had stepped on a talisman.

"Hey, despicable little thief!" The ghost-faced warrior seemed to have sensed something, and took two steps back decisively.

At the same time, the talisman he stepped on also glowed with blue light, and quickly turned into a paper butterfly, flew into the air and swooped down towards it.

"Swipe!" The ghost-faced warrior's blade snapped out of its sheath, and chopped the paper butterfly into pieces with a single strike.

At the same time, the other talisman papers on the ground also emitted blue light, turning into paper butterflies and flying into the air, dancing like a whirlwind.

"Small tricks!" The ghost-faced warrior snorted coldly, and the blade swirled along with his arms, cutting off all the paper butterflies that tried to get close to it.

"Xisuo!" There was a sudden shaking in the bushes not far away.A figure sprang out from it and rushed towards the ghost-faced warrior.

"Cunning woman, are you playing tricks?" The ghost-faced warrior saw that it was a young girl, so he raised his knife to meet her:

"God damn it!"

Qing Gong Yiliza took out a few pieces of talisman paper from her pocket, sandwiched them between her fingers and threw them into the air.

The talisman paper suddenly flashed with blue fluorescence, turned into several darts, and spun towards the ghost-faced warrior.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, the ghost-faced warrior stepped forward and slashed across, knocking down all the talisman paper darts, and then quickly attacked the girl.

The ghost-faced samurai seemed to have used the technique of "shrinking the ground", his stepping speed was exceptionally fast, his body swayed irregularly from side to side, and he reached the girl in the blink of an eye, swinging his knife straight down.

But the seemingly weak girl rushed into the warrior's arms without dodging, her front foot shook the ground, her left hand raised her elbow to open the warrior's knife arm, her right hand was shaped like a tiger's claw, and she slapped fiercely on the warrior's temple .

The ghost-faced warrior didn't expect that the girl who had been using the talisman paper to consume it remotely would actually engage in close combat with it. She was caught off guard and didn't defend in time.

"Bang!" A burst of black air rose from the ghost-faced warrior's head, and he was directly crushed by a slap.

The girl's sleeves were blown up by the strong wind, and five talismans were attached to each of her arms. No wonder the power of one palm is so great.

"This is Bajiquan's fierce tiger climbing the mountain?" Jiuzhou Cheng, who was sitting in the truck watching the battle, exclaimed.

The girl made claws with both hands, and slapped the ghost-faced warrior on the head several times, and then put her elbow on the opponent's chest.The moves are opened and closed, and each blow leaves a depression on the enemy.

"Ahem." The ghost-faced warrior half-kneeled on the ground after taking several attacks, gasping for breath.

However, Qing Palace Eliza also looked very tired, her hands trembled slightly, and the talisman paper on her arm also became dim.

"Hongzhong, do it!" She slowly raised her hand and made a tactic.

Dozens of paper butterflies flying in the sky fell down like a torrential rain, attacking the ghost-faced warrior one after another.

The ghost-faced samurai wielded the sword vigorously, and the ringing sword energy kept smashing the paper butterflies trying to get close.But after all, a few paper butterflies landed on it.

These paper talismans entangled its body like shackles, slowing down its movements a little.

With a wave of the girl's finger, several paper butterflies flew to the ghost-faced warrior's feet, forming a paper chain, binding him in place.

"Despicable woman, you deserve to die!" Ghost-faced warrior tried to break free from the talisman paper chains on his body, but more talisman papers stuck to his body like maggots.

Just when it was entangled with the paper talismans, there was a sound of galloping engines not far away.

The ghost-faced warrior looked in the direction of the sound in surprise.

"Bang! Zi——!"

Accompanied by the thrilling sound of collisions and brakes, a dump truck with no night lights on came galloping and knocked it several meters away.

Makoto Kyushu braked and turned on the headlights, and sure enough, he found the ghost-faced samurai lying three meters in front of the car.

The monster's body has been twisted and deformed, and its hands and feet have been turned over.But it was still alive and struggling to get up.

"This wheel was run by me for Sister Yuzi."

Makoto Kyushu stepped on the clutch and accelerator lightly, letting the truck move forward for a short distance and pressing over it.

"Crack~" After the wheels ran over the monster's body, Makoto Kyushu switched the reverse gear and ran back again.

After being crushed back and forth more than a dozen times, the monster that had turned into a puddle of mud finally stopped moving.

"It's unbelievable...it actually succeeded."

Eliza of Qing Palace exclaimed, stepped forward to look at the rotting body, and stuck a "spiritual vision talisman" with her hand.

"Isn't this the way to go?" Jiuzhou Cheng pulled over and came to the girl's side: "I just said that this plan is feasible~"

"It's a pity that most spiritual masters don't know how to drive a truck, and they don't want to learn such a crude technique." Qing Palace Eliza shrugged.

"That's not bad, I will be the first dump truck spirit remover in history~" Jiuzhou Cheng smiled casually: "This is much simpler than manipulating talismans to fly around in the sky."

"Hmph... It's really suitable for a stone man like you." The girl squatted down and pointed to a pool of monster bodies on the ground: "Stop talking nonsense, look quickly."

In the black broken body, a half-broken rusted sword gradually emerged.

"Is this the true body of Fu Sangshen?" Qing Palace Eliza said to herself:

"So that's the case, the body of [Kabuki Knife] is a broken Taidao, which is quite reasonable."

"Are we going to take the knife away?" Makoto Kyushu asked.

"No, just put it here and let the police handle it." Qing Gong Yiliza took out her mobile phone and said casually.

Just when she was about to make a phone call to contact the aftermath, the Duan Tai Dao on the ground suddenly vibrated violently, and then flew towards her like a sharp arrow, seemingly aiming at her head.

"Danger!" Kyushu Cheng pushed the girl away with a jerk, and subconsciously reached out to hold the blade.

In an instant, there was a knife-like pain in his palm, blood flowed from his fingers, and his consciousness fell into a trance.

"Hey, are you okay?" Qing Gong Yiliza hurriedly stepped forward to check, but found that Jiuzhou Cheng's eyes were lax, and he stood stiffly in place like a statue.

Qing Palace Eliza patted him on the shoulder again, but the other party remained motionless and did not respond.

The girl wondered for a while, then exclaimed: "No way...he resonated with this Fusangshen's soul?"

(End of this chapter)