Chapter 40 Punishing Evil

Chapter 40 Punishing Evil

Chapter 40 Punishing Evil
Without waiting for him to speak, Zhao Qi spoke first: "You are the one who saw the evil spirit?"

Chen Sanyao stood up quickly, but his whole body was still pressed against the wall: "Yeah, ah, it's not really..."

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

"Master, it's not evil, it's... it's my grandma..."

Zhao Qi stopped and turned to stare at Chen Sanyao. Chen Sanyao lowered his head quickly: "It's really my grandma. My grandma was just buried two years ago. I was thinking, maybe 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 the evil spirit." Zhao Qi interrupted him, "When did you see it?"

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

"Okay, shut up." Zhao Qi looked around the room again, walked to the side of Chen Sanyao's bed and stood there.

Chen Sanyao thought Zhao Qi was going to ask him more questions, so he shrunk his shoulders and moved a little further away from the wall. But Li Wuxiang had already walked quickly to the bedside, holding the scabbard in his left hand, and grabbed the tattered quilt on the bed with his right hand. He turned it over and rolled it up, then lifted it up and stuffed it under the bed. Under the quilt was straw, which had a musty smell from years of use, so he quickly gathered the straw and put it under the bed, revealing the empty bed board.

Chen San stared at Li Wuxiang, then touched his head, as if all the new and old hatreds were flooding into his heart. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he saw Zhao Qi had already climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged on it, so he immediately closed his mouth again.

Li Wuxiang didn't even look at him, holding the sword in his arms, and stood beside Zhao Qi. Zhao Qi sat firmly on the bed, covered his legs with the front of his clothes, and picked up a straw from his side. Then he flicked his thumb and ring finger, and 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 coming through the broken window frame. But Li Wuxiang's heart was agitated.

In terms of fighting skills, he could be considered a semi-professional in his original world, but Zhao Qi's move just now really shocked him, even more than the time when he used talisman paper to transform into a big ghost to scare him - he had heard about this kind of thing before, and he had no experience in it himself, so he didn't have a very clear understanding of it. But the move of "flicking fingers and flying flowers" just now made him realize that in this world, a person can do this level!
He had known before that although Zhao Qi was at a similar level to himself, he would be difficult to deal with. But at this moment, he felt that Zhao Qi was even more difficult to deal with than he had 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 moment, he was extremely confident... He didn't know how many similar evil spirits he had dealt with in the past.

If you think about it this way, is Zhao Qi a good guy or a bad guy? His master is Zhao Kui, so Li Wuxiang had set him as an imaginary enemy. But after all these days of contact, Zhao Qi seems to have done nothing bad except for his bad temper. On the contrary, he waited for more than ten years in the mountains, went down the mountain to find a master, and even eliminated many evil spirits... These things seem to show that he is not a bad person.

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

A slight sound interrupted his thoughts instantly. Li Wuxiang immediately turned to look at the window, and Chen Sanyao also shrank back 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 person's head was like a chicken looking for food, turning back and forth quickly, as if eagerly looking for some sound.

Then the thing put its head against the window and didn't move.

Zhao Qi remained silent, and Li Wuxiang also held his breath and concentrated, but even though Chen Sanyao held the stick tightly with both hands, he still couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The thing outside the window immediately banged its head against the window frame, and then seemed to raise its hands to pull, making the window creak. After pulling and pulling, it saw that the window was only slightly opened, so it used its head to bang and squeeze, desperately trying to reach into the window. Li Wuxiang thus saw a dark eye with a faint fluorescent light swaying in the gap of the window, as if trying to see clearly who was hiding in the room.

After all this trouble, the window still wouldn't open, and the shadow suddenly disappeared from the window. The next moment, the door panel was banged again, as if the thing came over and pulled the door panel.

Li Wuxiang remembered that the door was not locked when he came in, but was ajar. Now the things outside were pulling it outwards, but it couldn't be opened. This reminded him of the night when Zhao Qi used the talisman paper to test him. The big ghost also blew the doors and windows loudly and roared at him to let it in... Is there something special here? Without permission, evil spirits can't enter the house?

But at this moment, Chen Sanyao, who was squatting on the ground, seemed to be finally frightened and couldn't help but whispered tremblingly: "Granny, grandma, don't..."

These words were like a spell. The thing outside the door was quiet for a moment, and then the door was pushed open with a bang!
At this moment, Zhao Qi opened his eyes and looked directly at the thing that walked in.

It was a thin, hunchbacked old man wearing a funeral robe, but he walked very nimbly, like a wild animal. As soon as it entered the house, it immediately turned its face convulsively and walked towards the rice jar in small steps. It approached the mouth of the jar and took a look, then immediately used both hands to grab the rice bran in the jar. But every time it grabbed, its hands only passed through the bran, and it couldn't take a single grain.

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 hadn't been cleaned out, and the stove hadn't been lit for a whole day. But when it went to suck the ashes, the ashes in the stove didn't fly up, but a few very faint flames suddenly appeared in the ashes, and it sucked them all into its mouth.

It was only at this moment that Zhao Qi suddenly sneered: "What an evil spirit, it already knows how to enjoy the incense."

The evil ghost lay there without getting up, but his head suddenly turned to look in the direction of the sound!

Chen Sanyao was so frightened that his head banged against the wall, but at least he didn't make any more noise. He bit one of his hands tightly with his mouth. But it was no use - the evil ghost turned around, opened his dark eyes very wide, and showed a smile on his face. Then he straightened his waist and walked to Chen Sanyao in small steps. Chen Sanyao stared at Zhao Qi with his eyes slanted and whimpered, but Zhao Qi didn't move, just staring at the evil ghost. Seeing that Zhao Qi didn't save him, Chen Sanyao was frightened and shouted hurriedly: "Grandma, grandma, it's me, Sanyao--"

He kicked his legs wildly and tried to escape, but the evil ghost suddenly lowered its head and took a long breath at his crown.

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

The ghost was no longer in a hurry, as if it had finally found some delicacy. It lay on top of him, and slowly sucked from the top of his head to his face. Chen San bit his legs and kicked weakly. He raised his hands like a sleepwalker, trying to pull the ghost away, but they passed through its body and couldn't touch anything.

At this time, Zhao Qi was still sitting quietly, 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 its habits. Moreover, 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. However, he felt that although Chen Sanyao had some conflicts with him before, he was not going to 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, and suddenly threw his sleeves, and a piece of yellow paper was caught by 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 it did not disperse. Because of the air circulation in the room, it was like embers with sparks.

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

The ashes from the burnt talisman paper then flew from his fingertips, swirling and dancing in the darkness, falling towards Chen Sanyao and the evil ghost, and forming a thin line of shining 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 had come from, they should be winding and 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 "皿" character stretched into a square shape with a dot in the middle.

Zhao Qi did not move after using the talisman, and sat upright on the bed again. The ghost did not seem to be affected at all, and continued to greedily inhale Chen Sanyao's face. Chen Sanyao had no strength left at this time, and could not lift his arms. His eyes were empty, his mouth was wide open, and his face seemed to be suspended by an invisible force, allowing the ghost to inhale continuously.

"Are you going to ask me 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. "It will take time and effort to get rid of it now. But if we let it enjoy some incense and popularity and come to this world, it will be much less troublesome. As for the suffering this person has endured, humph, it is nothing but his own fault - you just watch."

Li Wuxiang immediately looked at Chen Sanyao - just as Zhao Qi said a 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 sucked his air, but moved his mouth up to bite his face.

It didn't really bite the flesh every time, 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 just biting the air like a phantom. But even so, it still made a tsk tsk sound, leaving several bloody marks on Chen San's left face, almost revealing his bloody cheekbone!

At this moment, Zhao Qicai suddenly raised his hand, pulled out the long sword from Li Wuxiang's arms, and shouted, "The time has come. The evil spirit will be killed!"

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

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

Zhao Qi was only a little more than one step away from the ghost. The ghost 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 happened. It just pounced on him fiercely, staring with dark eyes and baring teeth, but it could only toss and turn in the same place from beginning to end, unable to walk out of the thin line of ash on the ground.

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

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

When Zhao Qi struck out with his first sword, he was full of vigor and ambition, as if he could kill the ghost with just one strike. But that strike did not work, and he struck out four more times in succession, each time hitting the ghost's head, but like the first strike, each time only causing the ghost's head to shake slightly, without causing any damage at all.

At this time, Zhao Qi stopped talking and took a step back. His cheeks swelled and he spat bloody saliva on the sword. He then shouted loudly and tried to stab the ghost again. It finally worked. The tip of the sword hit the ghost's head and black blood immediately flowed out of it, and then turned into black smoke in the air, filling the room with a foul smell.

But this injury angered the evil ghost even more. It had been attacking Zhao Qi before, but now it was jumping up and down frantically in the small world formed by the fire ash circle, with black air all over its body, completely filling it up. After a few more struggles, some black air was even emitted from the ground, causing the circle of fire ash to hiss, and the sparks in it began to go out!

Looking at Zhao Qi again at this time, one can see that sweat is beginning to seep out of his forehead and his eyes are a little vague, as if he is already looking for a way to retreat 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 Chen Sanyao's arguments?
Li Wuxiang immediately began to prepare. He planned to step back and retreat to the door. If something unexpected happened, he could take the opportunity to escape. Zhao Qi said that evil ghosts harm people. He is actually a painted skin ghost at the moment, so he is not afraid of this thing. But if the time comes when he needs to take action, it is inevitable that some flaws will be revealed.

But when he was about to look at the door, he found that it was gone - he seemed to be looking at the side near the bed, with 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 house by this ghost?
This cheap master is too unreliable!
　Two chapters combined into one, my friends!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)