Chapter 93 An unexpected gain

Chapter 93 An unexpected gain

Chapter 93 An unexpected gain
Just after Uncle Jiu and the others left, the entire charity cemetery suddenly became much quieter.

If it weren't for the bright lights lit inside and outside the charity cemetery, some people might have thought it was an abandoned charity cemetery.

Watching everyone leave.

Song Feng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, gently pushed the wheelchair to the table and placed the two lit candles on the left and right sides:

"It's not easy to practice cultivation these days, and it's even harder to live longer. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk!"

After placing the two candles on the table, Song Feng took out a coffin nail from the charity cemetery and nailed the monkey skin to a wooden board:

"There are a lot of mosquitoes at night. I just don't know if the mosquito coils I prepared in advance are effective..."

When he said this, Song Feng took out three incense sticks that were thicker than usual.

Then he lit the three incense sticks on the burning candle next to him and inserted them into the incense burner in front of him.

The smoke of incense rises.

Faintly, it seemed to rise up like a mushroom cloud, and then disperse into the environment in all directions.

After lighting three incense sticks, Song Feng slowly closed his eyes, looking as if he was dozing off:
"call……"

I don’t know how long it took.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed into the funeral cemetery from afar, blowing the monkey skin nailed to the coffin with a rustling sound.

"Crash..."

Hearing this sound like a red flag waving, Song Feng slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the darkness in the distance.

Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, the space behind him became vaguely darker than the night.

The entire charity cemetery seemed to have become much colder in that sudden moment:

"...You are finally here? I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

The old voice spread out from the charity cemetery in all directions. Although its strength was a little weak, it was even more cold and fierce.

Just as Song Feng finished speaking.

Suddenly, there were sounds of jumping coming from outside the charity cemetery:

"Boom boom boom!"
Looking outside, I saw one thing after another, which looked like mummy, jumping in from a distance.

Although the speed is not fast.

But their movements were somewhat human, without the stiffness of zombies.

After these tightly wrapped zombies jumped in, the old man wearing Nanyang clothing walked in:
"Senior, we meet again..."

As he spoke, Gu Lao showed a somewhat evil smile on his face, which made it clear that he had bad intentions.

Looking at the Nanyang Master standing in front of him, Song Feng seemed very calm at the moment, and even moved slightly to make himself sit more comfortably:
"First, lead Ah Zhu and the other young men over to let them see you making the poison, then release them and let them come back to pass on the news."

"Oh, by the way, as a Nanyang wizard, you must have cast spells on some people in the town, right?"

"Let me guess how many there are, one... two... or three?"

When he said this, Song Feng laughed softly a few times, then said with a smile:
“…Should there be two?”

Originally, when Master Nanyang saw Song Feng sitting here so calmly, he felt shocked.

But when he heard the old monster in front of him expose his plan in an extremely indifferent tone, and even said the number of people poisoned with a smile.

Nanyang Master Gu Lao's heart was filled with turbulent waves:

"...How could you possibly know?"

Looking at the Nanyang mage in front of him with an incredible look on his face, Song Feng said quietly:
"These are not difficult to guess. After all, there are not too many things that can be used in this town."

"Besides, your plan is too crude. I'm afraid even Jiu should have guessed something."

"It's just that your conspiracy involves the life of the whole town, so he doesn't want to gamble with the lives of the people in the town..."

When he said this, Song Feng looked at the Nanyang Master in front of him with a smile as usual:

"Let me guess. The reason you are trying so hard to plan this is probably because someone told you something, right?"

"What did he tell you? Did he tell you that if you kill me, he can introduce you to the Tantric practice?"

Looking at the smiling old man in front of him, the Nanyang wizard Gu Lao no longer had the feeling that everything was under control.

Even when he looked at the faint smile on the old man's face, he felt a chill on his back:

"…What on earth do you know?"

Looking at the obviously panicked Nanyang mage in front of him, Song Feng suddenly became interested and looked at the many mummies behind him:
"... Tell me, how much do you know about me? How much did my good disciple sell me for?"

Looking at the calm old man in front of him, Nanyang wizard Gu Lao was a little confused as to what was going on.

This is totally inconsistent with the news!

According to the news, shouldn't he be extremely weak and almost dying? How come he looks better than the last time I saw him?
But after calming down, Gu Lao narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Feng who had been sitting next to the table:

"The Fawang told me so much. As I know, you were hit by the Fawang's soul-transferring nail!"

When he said the last sentence, Gu Lao's eyes narrowed, and then he suddenly looked into Song Feng's eyes.

However, what surprised him was that when he mentioned the Soul-Transferring Nail, Song Feng's eyes were still calm.

"Oh...it turns out to be the Dharma King. It seems that these nails on my body are quite valuable."

Song Feng laughed knowingly a few times, looking as if he knew something, but then his tone became a little deep:

"The Dharma King of the Tantric Buddhism is indeed a very important person. It seems that the remaining old fellows have good vision..."

When Song Feng said this, he paused, then laughed at himself:
"...That's right. After all, he is someone I trained. Even if his character is not good, he must be capable enough."

"It's a pity that I didn't kill those old guys back then, and let them linger in that broken temple for decades..."

Hearing Song Feng say this, the Nanyang mage Gu Lao's expression changed again and again:

"How do you know so much about Tantric Buddhism? How did you get the news about those important figures..."

Looking at the suspicious look on the face of the Nanyang mage in front of him, Song Feng, whose half body was in the dark, sighed as if he understood something:
"Alas...it seems that you don't know as much as you said. It's really a waste of my efforts..."

When he said this, Song Feng blew on the three half-burned incense sticks in front of him, and then said with a smile:

"Young man, you have been here for such a long time. I cannot just offer you something. Otherwise, wouldn't it seem like I am not hospitable enough?"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard bursts of buzzing sounds coming from the sky above the charity cemetery:
"Buzzing..."

The sound is extremely fine, but the coverage area is very wide, as if the ears are filled with buzzing sound.

The moment he heard the sound, Gu Lao subconsciously looked up at the sky, but this sight made his face change: "...Poisonous mosquitoes? Why are there so many?"

Looking around, all I saw were dense swarms of mosquitoes, like black clouds, covering even the sky over the charity cemetery.

What’s even more terrifying is that at this moment, there are still endless streams of mosquitoes crawling out from the dense forest in all directions.

So many mosquitoes gathered together as if they were devouring each other from within, and the sky became dark.

For a moment, Old Gu’s scalp went numb!
"Buzzing..."

The next moment, a swarm of poisonous mosquitoes suddenly rushed into the place where the zombie and the Nanyang wizard were.

For a moment, the frightened Nanyang wizard hurriedly cast a spell, continuously emitting green light, to protect the three feet of peace around him:
"Old man, how dare you trick me?"

After so many years in the martial world, I didn't expect that I would be tricked by this old guy.

I'm afraid that since the first time this old man spoke to me, he has been setting a trap for me.

This old guy deserves to die!
Looking at the Nanyang mage who was struggling to resist the endless stream of poisonous insects, Song Feng shook his head nonchalantly:
"I originally thought you had some brains, but now it seems that you are just an idiot who has made himself stupid by practicing evil magic."

"...As the Dharma King of the Tantric Sect and the leader of the so-called Yinshan lineage, Song Ren doesn't even dare to come and hunt me down personally. How dare you?"

At the end of his speech, Song Feng blew on the three incense sticks that were almost burned out, and then seemed a little bored:
"Forget it, there's nothing more to say. I'm a little tired and don't want to keep making trouble with you..."

When he said this, he suddenly said:
“… Gu Master Tong!”

As his sudden shout sounded, the Nanyang Mage who had already controlled many zombies to rush over could not help but respond subconsciously:

"……Um?"

However, after he answered subconsciously, his entire expression froze:
"…Is it the Yaksha Soul-Catching Technique?"

Seeing that this Nanyang Master seemed to have some knowledge and knew the name of this altar, Song Feng chuckled:
"It's just a trick..."

Looking towards the Nanyang wizard again, I saw that the moment he agreed, a coffin nail was reflected in his eyes.

The many runes surrounding the coffin nails looked exactly the same as those drawn on the monkey skin!
Seeing that the Nanyang Master was frightened, Song Feng blew gently at one of the lights on the table:
"call……"

A faint breath was exhaled from its mouth, and then, when it touched the flame, it suddenly bloomed:

"boom!"

At the moment when sparks flew, a vague and illusory figure jumped out from the flames and came in front of Master Nanyang.

Then, the figure was seen bumping into Master Nanyang:
"what!!"

The next moment, the eyes of the Nanyang monk, who had not achieved anything, lost their color.

At the moment he lost consciousness, the zombies wrapped in white cloth that he controlled fell to the ground one after another:
"Dangdang!"

"Dangdang!"

"..."

Looking at the Nanyang Master who had lost his spirit, Song Feng spoke softly in his direction:
"Stop playing and come back!"

As he finished speaking, a faint chill suddenly appeared beside Song Feng.

"Eh hee hee hee..."

Then, the shadow merged into his body in the blink of an eye, and vaguely looked like a boy in black clothes!
He shook his head and looked at the messy gate of the charity cemetery. Then, Song Feng stood up and made crackling sounds on his body:
"Crack!"

The sound of bones crackling continued, and vaguely his hunched body seemed to be taller at that moment.

As he stood up, the night behind him seemed to become even colder and darker, as if something was hidden in it.

Move forward step by step.

At this moment, Song Feng no longer looked like a staggering old man, but rather like a master in his prime.

A deep and majestic aura emanates from it.

At that moment, it seemed as if the entire night was moved.

"brush!"

It looked like he was taking one step, but strangely, he had walked a distance equivalent to three steps of an ordinary person.

Just by swaying his body from side to side, Song Feng, with one hand behind his back, came in front of the Nanyang wizard like a ghost.

He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the corpse below.

At this moment, Song Feng, standing under the moonlight, had extremely fair skin, which gave people a very cold and weird feeling.

"If you've seen enough, then go away! As long as I'm still alive, you will never be able to interfere with Yin and Yang again..."

The hoarse voice came out of his mouth, like a wave rolling up behind him, making the already eerie night even darker.

After the words fell, Song Feng, who was holding the rattan stick, took the rattan stick in his hand and knocked it heavily on the ground:
"Boom!"

Inexplicable ripples rose from the land of yin and yang.

Then, there were several sounds like bubbles bursting suddenly heard from nowhere:
"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The cane fell and the evil spirit was completely removed.

The unique aura of the Yin-Yang world that originally permeated the surroundings had now been completely swept away.

Only Song Feng looked into the distance, and his murmuring voice faded away with the wind:
"Not enough... not enough..."

Shaking his head and not thinking about other things, Song Feng then skillfully searched the Nanyang wizard's body:

"You can raise so many mummies and even plant plants easily. I don't believe you don't have any good stuff..."

After searching up and down, Song Feng gently lifted the small braid that Master Nanyang had tied:

"Clap!"

The braid was flipped open, and then a small scorpion was seen crawling out of it.

"Snapped!"

The little scorpion was killed with a rattan stick, and then Song Feng gently lifted the braid.

After a while, he found a dry leaf the size of a fingernail:
"…Moonflower?"

When he saw this leaf, a hint of smile appeared on Song's old face:

"I still have some luck..."

(End of this chapter)