cloudy day

Chapter 199
Deaf Zhang stood up ignorantly. When he saw the corpse behind him, he was also taken aback. I hurriedly shouted: "Brother Ergou, come quickly, I manipulated that corpse."

Deaf Zhang nodded stupidly, and ran to my side, taking advantage of the shock of the evil man, I quickly manipulated the corpse to attack.

The evil Taoist was taken aback, raised his hand and was hit by palm thunder, but unfortunately, no matter how fast the corpse was, it couldn't be faster than the thunder and lightning, and it was hit by the palm thunder.

Originally, I still had a little hope in my heart, hoping that the evil spirit attached to the corpse could resist the power of the thunder in the palm, but the actual result disappointed me greatly.

Although an evil person is evil, the thunder in his palm is a righteous thunder method, which is a unique technique to deal with evil things and ghosts.Moreover, not only the thunder method of the evil Taoist, but even his Maoshan talisman technique is also specialized in attacking corpses, which is very unfavorable to me.

After the corpse was struck by the lightning in the palm, it fell apart like a built-up building block. The skull, hand bones, ribs, and leg bones were all scattered on the ground and were beaten back to their original shape.

The face of the evil Taoist also changed from the surprise just now to sinister complacency, he said with a sneer: "Stinky boy, you really impress me, what happened to that trick just now? You defeated my dark soldiers so easily, Is it because of the pen in your hand?"

The dark green eyes of the evil Taoist stared straight at the painting soul brush in my hand, and I quickly put it in my pocket for fear of being snatched away by him.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the evil Taoist appeared in front of me without anyone noticing, and the evil claws under the loose Taoist robe grabbed me, and the nightmare became a reality!
But fortunately, at the critical moment, Deaf Zhang swung out his horsewhip and whipped it fiercely. The evil Taoist had also seen the power of this horsewhip, so he hid aside in fear.

This shot was missed, and a stone was smashed into pieces. It seems that the deaf man used all his strength just now.

The evil Taoist took a few steps back cautiously, and said with an evil smile: "Stinky boy, if you are willing to obediently give me the pen in your hand, maybe the poor Taoist will make your death easier, how about it?"

"Dream you!" I snorted coldly, and after thinking about it, I gradually got a countermeasure in my mind. I looked around from the corner of my eye, looking for other bones, and wanted to create some more corpses possessed by evil spirits.

I was afraid that my actions and thoughts would be noticed by the evil way, so I searched secretly while attracting his attention. I asked loudly, "Evil way! Do you know the origin of this pen?"

The evil Taoist didn't answer me, but kept staring at the painting soul brush. He seemed to have figured it out. He frowned and asked, "Where did you get this pen?"

"When I was born, I held it in my hand." I didn't hide anything, but I hoped to learn something about the origin of this pen from him, and then I might be able to know clues about my life experience by following the clues.

The evil Taoist was very surprised when he heard this, and he asked in amazement: "When you were born? Who gave you this pen? By the way, you are not Zhao Guixu's biological son. Who are your biological parents?"

I sneered, "Hmph, I want to know these things too."

"This pen is not something that should exist in the world. It should appear in the underworld just like Pindao's Yinhu Talisman... In fact, Pindao should have expected that your life experience is not that simple. The things in your body are beyond the reach of ordinary people. , but you have been safe and sound, and can even make you reborn. Huh, brat, I don’t want to kill you so early now, I really want to figure out these weird things about you first.” The evil man said with a sneer.

"You said this pen is something from the underworld!" I exclaimed in surprise. Could it be that this soul painting pen can endow dead objects with souls and evil spirits.

Afterwards, the evil Taoist stopped answering my questions. He seemed to have lost his patience, and was eager to get the painting soul brush and the things in my body. He stepped on Yubu and used the thunder in his palm to force Zhang Deaf to retreat, and went straight to me with his sword. I come!
But I was not that panicked, instead I smiled coldly, because I saw a figure appearing behind the evil man...

(End of this chapter)