Chapter 75 Another Killing

Chapter 75 Another Killing

Chapter 75 Another Killing
The next day, before dawn, several people packed up their things and started walking towards the nearby town.

Because I purchased a lot of things.

Therefore, the baggage carried by each of the three masters and apprentices including Uncle Jiu was heavier than when they came here.

However, as an old senior, Song Feng naturally has some face, so he can just sit in the wheelchair and doze off all day.

There is no need to carry anything at all!

However, things never go as planned, and it suddenly started to rain lightly on a nice day.

The rain is neither heavy nor light but it is continuous. This kind of rain is really the most troublesome!

"Master, it's no use. We have to move faster, or our bags will get soaked!"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but wipe his face subconsciously, and then hugged the bag directly to his chest to protect it.

The continuous drizzle is the most amazing.

This thing can really make water drip through stone!
He also wiped his face, then Uncle Jiu looked at the nearby terrain and said:
"We are not far from the nearest town now, so let's walk a few steps quickly and find an inn to rest!"

After saying that, he identified the direction and then found a small path to take a shortcut.

I saw Uncle Jiu leading the way in front, and Qiu Sheng holding the bag and pushing Song Feng along the bumpy road, it was truly as fast as lightning.

It's just that he is old and his body is stiff, and he doesn't take himself seriously. If it were any other old man of the same age, he would probably have invited people to a banquet by now.

at last.

After running for several miles in the drizzle, the three of them found an inn and rested peacefully.
"Qiu Sheng, please pack up the things in our bag first and see if there are any that are damp and dry them out quickly."

"The inn's waiter has already boiled the water. I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first!"

After wiping his head with a towel, Uncle Jiu went downstairs. It seemed that he was going to take a hot bath as he said.

Seeing Uncle Jiu leave immediately, Qiu Sheng glanced at Wencai next to him, then patted the table lightly:
"Wencai, come and see what's wet. If it's wet, take it out and let it air out immediately. Otherwise, when the master comes back, he'll punish you!"

Seeing Qiu Sheng handing the task over to him again, Wencai, who had witnessed the entire process, was unpacking his bag while muttering softly:

"…It's always me, you just know how to bully me!"

Although he was complaining quietly, Wencai was still careful to put everything into its proper categories.

It looks like the work was done very delicately.

Song Feng was sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, dozing off in front of the nine little clay figures placed on the window.

Everything seems to be peaceful and tranquil.

However, just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt something was wrong:
“…It’s too quiet!”

The area around the inn was so quiet. Just now, people were talking, birds were singing, and insects were buzzing.

But in just a moment of dozing off, everything disappeared, leaving only the sound of the drizzle.

This is not normal, this is so abnormal!
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze towards the clay figures in front of him, with a hint of thought in his eyes:

"…Is someone here to seek revenge? If so, then it can only be the Bat Mage."

"No wonder it's been rainy lately. These guys who practice Qi Men Dun Jia are really good at it!"

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about anything else and continued dozing off in the wheelchair as usual.

However, before he could sleep for long, he saw Uncle Jiu, who had just finished a shower and was only wearing underwear, suddenly rushed in:

"Qiu Sheng, is everyone in the room?"

Looking at Uncle Jiu who was in a hurry and didn't even wipe his head, Qiu Sheng, who was lying on the bed playing with a pile of bone products, sat up:

"What's wrong, Master? Wencai just said he had to pee urgently, so he went to the toilet downstairs to relieve himself..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng who hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation, Uncle Jiu quickly pulled on his clothes and looked out the window:

"This continuous drizzle is too quiet. I'm afraid that Bat Mage has already caught up with us."

"Get your weapons ready, we might have to fight hand-to-hand soon!"

When he spoke to the end, Uncle Jiu directly took out the peach wood sword that he always carried with him, and there seemed to be murderous intent in his eyes!
Looking at Uncle Jiu who looked murderous, Qiu Sheng subconsciously placed the bag of bone products on the table, and then he became serious:

"Master, do you want me to help you prepare the things for the ritual in the evening?"

After taking a look at Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu nodded:

"Prepare the altar first. Since the Bat Mage has learned the true teachings of Dunjia Sect, he must have some strange methods."

"Moreover, the Dunjia Sect's methods are always special, and their ability to grasp space is extremely strong. You prepare here first, and I will go downstairs to call Wencai up."

"Maybe the Bat Mage will dare to come out and cause trouble in broad daylight!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu simply put the wooden sword in his hand behind his back and walked out the door with the sword on his back.

This time he was really determined.

Even if he has to bear some sins of killing, he has to get rid of the big worry of the Bat Wizard!
However, before he could even walk out of the door, he saw the door that had just been closed was suddenly opened from the outside:

"crunch~"

Seeing the person coming, Uncle Jiu's heart suddenly relaxed:
"Huh... Wencai, don't run around today. Stay indoors. There's going to be a big battle tonight!"

Just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly heard a sound of wind behind his ear:
"brush!"

Hearing the sound of breaking wind, Uncle Jiu's face changed, and then he blocked the peach wood sword in his hand backwards.

His foot slipped and he did a strange python flip, rolling over from under the elbow of the visitor:

"You are not a literary talent!"

Looking at the small dagger in the hand of the man with a talented face and his figure, Uncle Jiu was very angry.

If it wasn't for his subconscious reaction that allowed him to dodge the sneak attack in time, he would have been stabbed in the back. And looking at the blue arc light on the small dagger, it must have been coated with poison, and it must be extremely poisonous!
Looking at Uncle Jiu holding the peach wood sword in front of him, Wencai holding the dagger couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Lin Jiu, I let you escape again this time, but I'll see how you survive next time! I'll keep an eye on you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the human skin mask on his face and it fell off, followed by a crackling sound of bones.

Immediately afterwards, the bat wizard, who was much taller than Wencai, showed up.

After mocking Uncle Nine, he pounced towards the nearest window, with his cloak trembling behind him like a living bat.

"Hulala..."

As the cloak fluttered, his body made several turns in the air, and then he lightly stepped on the eaves and disappeared between the eaves.

After chasing for a few steps, when Uncle Jiu could no longer see the Bat Mage's back, he hurried out the door:

"The Bat Mage is here, which means something must have happened to Wencai. I'll go find him first, and you stay in the room and get ready."

"Remember, anyone returning to the room must look carefully and be careful not to be approached by the Bat Mage again!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu walking out with steady steps, Qiu Sheng trotted to Song Feng's wheelchair and asked in a low voice:

"Seventh Uncle, do you think this Bat Wizard will disguise himself as Master or Wencai and come again next time?"

His seventh uncle had seen a lot of big things, so now that he was alone, he chose to ask for help from his seventh uncle.

"Who can know? It all depends on whether your master can come back soon and rescue Wencai."

"Since his name is the Bat Wizard, it means that he is really like a fish in water at night. I'm afraid it will be very lively tonight..."

At the end of his speech, he reached out and scratched the chin of a little clay figure, just like he was teasing a puppy.

However, after he scratched the little clay figurine's chin, the clay figurine miraculously jumped back a few times:
"Don't touch my chin..."

Listening to the clear childish voice beside his ears, Song Feng used his fingers to tease the other little clay figures.

This little gadget is really fun!

Looking at his seventh uncle teasing the spirit babies that had gradually merged with the clay figures, Qiu Sheng sighed in frustration:

"Seventh Uncle, do you think that if I eat the big medicinal water chestnut in Master's backpack, can I draw out the essence now?"

"Watching Master and the others frequently casting spells and borrowing magic when fighting, and then seeing me fighting with only martial arts, I am at a huge disadvantage..."

Although he knew that the Muddy Water Chestnut was prepared for him and would be his sooner or later, he sometimes wished he could just eat it raw.

After all, he has seen the world now and has seen some powerful things in the ghost market.

Now looking at myself with bare hands, I really feel a little disgusted.

Seeing Qiu Sheng staring at Uncle Jiu's small bag, Song Feng knocked on Qiu Sheng's head with his cane:

"Ouch! Seventh Uncle, it hurts!"

Seeing Qiu Sheng running away with his head in his hands after being beaten, Song Feng stopped playing with the little spirit babies and said softly:
"Don't just be distracted by the wonders in the ghost market. In fact, the things in the world of the living are the real foundation."

“If we really bring those seemingly powerful guys in the ghost market to the human world, they might even tremble when they walk!”

“Although casting spells in the Yang world is certainly not as strange and magical as casting spells in the gap between Yin and Yang, it looks so weird and magical in the Yin and Yang world.”

"But these things in the world of the living are the real and solid ones. The Qi and blood in your body and your physical foundation are the most important!"

When he said this, he tapped Qiu Sheng's body lightly with his cane:

"You are a gifted kid. I wonder how many old guys in the spiritual world will envy you for your energy and blood."

"If I had your energy and blood now, I could still stir up the spiritual world for the next thirty years!"

Listening to his seventh uncle's words, Qiu Sheng slowly suppressed his envy of the things he saw in the ghost market.

After all, as Seventh Uncle said, everything in the Ghost Market and Yellow Spring Inn is illusory and unreal. The body and blood are the foundation!
"Seventh Uncle, I understand. I was a little too ambitious. Since Master didn't say anything, he must have his own ideas..."

When it comes to this, Qiu Sheng no longer bothers about the muddy waters and edges, nor does he want to draw out the essence.

After all, if you say it again, you will probably get beaten again!

Looking at the little guy in front of him with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered, Song Feng pointed at him helplessly, then lay in the wheelchair and said quietly:
"You...Qiu Sheng, you are really ignorant! You have been learning from Jiu for such a long time but you are still not as good as the wandering sorcerers out there."

"Do you think this great medicine is just like the stories you heard, where you take it, digest it, and then you can break through the barriers and meridians and become invincible?"

Hearing the question from his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and then said:
“Isn’t this…?”

Seeing that Qiu Sheng actually thought so, Song Feng couldn't help but hit him on the head with the cane in his hand again:

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three clear voices rang out, and then he spoke in a deep tone:
"This great medicine is just an introduction. Its real function is to balance the five qi in your body when drawing out the essence, so that no one of the organs will suddenly decay."

"This process requires a combination of recuperation and training. It is difficult for the body to truly adapt without ten days or half a month of recuperation."

"Otherwise, why do you think Jiale from your uncle Simu's family didn't come out with Simu? Isn't it because he needs time to consolidate his condition..."

Just kidding, although the spiritual world can cultivate magical powers, it cannot really bring immortality. Also, spiritual practice is not as simple as in the vernacular stories.

"If you really swallowed that muddy water chestnut in one gulp, the biggest possibility is that your organs would decay and you would die..."

When he spoke to the end, Song Feng suddenly understood how Uncle Jiu felt when teaching his apprentices. Every one he looked at was a blockhead.

"Ah? So that's how it is! Fortunately, I didn't have any secret plans for it. Fortunately, I asked for your opinion before I came up with the idea..."

When talking about the last part, Qiu Sheng felt somewhat fortunate, as he almost lost his life. It was simply too exciting!
Just as they were talking about this, they saw the door suddenly opened from the outside:

"Dangdang!"

Seeing the door being opened so roughly, Qiu Sheng reached for the stick in his hand and directly used his strength to split Huashan:
"… Bastard! Die!"

(End of this chapter)