Li Yanchu said: "We may have entered a place similar to a ghost market and a ghost village in rural legends."
When Wang Captou heard this, his hands trembled.
Li Yanchu said: "Why don't Wang Captou and others leave first to take care of the carriage, and I'll go check it out."
Wang Captou was about to say something, but Li Yanchu said: "This place is stranger than I imagined. If it is not to save people, leaving at this time is the best thing to do."
Wang Captou sighed and said, "In that case, Taoist Master Yanchu, be careful."
Lao Wang is not a hypocritical person, even Zhao Wuzhu was broken and turned into an evil corpse possessed by a person stuck in a paper.
His martial arts skills are on par with Zhao Wuzhu's, and he lacks the means to deal with ghosts and evil spirits. If he enters by force, it will probably cause more trouble.
Song Sanlang clasped his fists with both hands and said, "Taoist priest Yanchu is highly righteous. I have some knowledge of foreign arts and I am willing to help you."
Li Yanchu nodded.
There are many taboos in the profession of corpse-carrying craftsman. Being able to suppress so many evil corpses is naturally quite skillful.
He didn't refuse.
Wang Captou led the government officials to leave, and Li Yanchu and Song Sanlang walked in the direction where the footprints disappeared.
At this time, it was a completely different world in their eyes.
that's all.
The two took a few steps forward and disappeared before everyone's eyes.
Wang Captou swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, and waved his hand: "Let's go, retreat quickly, don't let Taoist Master Yan Chu's hard work go down."
Several people hurriedly left here.
Li Yanchu and the two walked towards the village, but the village in front of them felt full of life.
But still no living thing was seen.
This makes it look even weirder than before.
The sound of footsteps came again.
Li Yanchu and Song Sanlang looked at each other and chased after them.
This time they must see what is pretending to be so mysterious.
.......
"Taoist Master Yanchu, it's strange to say that I clearly saw a thin man, but why did he disappear when I got here?" Song Sanlang frowned.
Li Yanchu shook his head and said, "There are evil spirits here, so be careful."
The two walked into a courtyard side by side.
There is someone in the yard!
And he is a Confucian scholar wearing a moon-white gown.
Saw two people.
The Confucian scholar laughed loudly and said: "I am very happy to have friends from far away. Please come in."
Li Yanchu and Song Sanlang looked at each other, both of them a little surprised.
Li Yanchu clasped his hands in his fists and said, "Brother, you are so polite. Do you dare to ask me your name?"
Song Sanlang's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't expect Li Yanchu to be so calm.
The Confucian scholar smiled and said: "My surname is Zhang, my given name is Jian, and my courtesy name is Yunzhi. I wonder what I call my two brothers?"
Are you from Zhangjiazhuang... Li Yanchu said: "This is Li Si, his name is Wang Wu. I wonder if Brother Zhang has ever seen a foreigner, who is in his fifties and has one eye."
According to Song Sanlang's description, this is exactly what the corpse-carrying craftsman looked like.
The Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "I've never seen it before."
Li Yanchu said: "Then I'll say goodbye."
After that, he was ready to leave.
Song Sanlang was stunned.
But the Confucian scholar laughed loudly and said: "Since you are here, brother, why don't you stay in the humble house and have a few drinks?"
Li Yanchu turned around and sighed: "You are really an old man who hanged himself."
The Confucian scholar frowned and said, "Brother, what do you mean?"
Li Yanchu sneered and said, "I'm tired of living!"
As soon as his body moved, he rushed forward, with a lightning strike wooden finger tiger on his fist, and there was a faint thunder and lightning surrounding him when he moved.
The pretentious Confucian scholar showed horror in his eyes.
Thunder method is the power of the sun between heaven and earth, the nemesis of all evil spirits.
Li Yanchu's movements were extremely fast and he arrived in front of the Confucian scholar in the blink of an eye.
"Ah!" The Confucian scholar screamed.
He was directly defeated by Li Yanchu.
"Like reading poetry!?"
"Push to the street!"
Li Yanchu's fist was like a thunder gossip. Not only was his blood hot, but it also carried the power of thunder.
The Confucian scholar soon began to beg for mercy.
"Taoist Master, have mercy on me. I'm just an unlucky ghost trapped here. I have never harmed anyone." The Confucian scholar screamed.
Li Yanchu trampled the Confucian scholar under his feet and said coldly: "What on earth is going on in this village?"
"I'm only going to ask you once. If you don't understand, I'll scare you away."
The Confucian scholar held his head in his hands. He was not as cool and elegant as before, and he spoke very quickly: "There is a powerful ghost here who likes to chop off people's heads."
"The villagers of Zhangjiazhuang were killed by this ghost many years ago. I was also killed here. I cannot escape."
"I have seen the old man the Taoist mentioned. He was deceived by this ghost and had his head cut off. His body is in the forest behind the village."
Li Yanchu's heart moved, beheading a ghost?
Song Sanlang wailed, filled with grief.
Li Yanchu asked: "Have you ever seen the corpse that the old man brought?"
The Confucian scholar was stunned and said, "What corpse? I have never seen it before."
Li Yanchu glanced at Song Sanlang but said nothing.
At this time, there was a sudden strong wind outside, and the Confucian scholar's expression changed drastically, and he was trembling with fear.
"That ghost is coming. Run away." The Confucian scholar screamed.
I have to say that the appearances of big bosses are very impressive.
The sky, which was originally clear and clear, suddenly became covered with dark clouds.
The wind was blowing hard.
A powerful ghost shrouded in black energy flew directly over.
He was holding a huge long knife in his hand.
The surrounding air dropped several degrees.
Song Sanlang's eyes showed fear. Li Yanchu glanced at him and then turned away.
"The smell of living people." said the huge ghost shrouded in the black cloud.
Li Yanchu was very calm.
He did not take out the talisman or peach wood sword in his hand.
His right hand, which was not wearing the Lightning Strike Wooden Finger Tiger, touched directly to his waist.
He wore a butcher's knife on his waist.
Of course, this is just the name of his master, Taoist Master Xuancheng.
This knife has a thick back and a thin blade. It is no more than two feet long, but it exudes a sharp edge.
The handle of the knife is wrapped with a thin hemp rope, making it very comfortable to hold.
Li Yanchu knew that this knife was not a mortal thing. The evil spirit on it was extremely strong and its tentacles were cold. It was a real karma-killing blade.
It can be placed in the home to ward off evil spirits and suppress evil spirits.
Li Yanchu pulled out the sharp weapon that looked more like a broken knife and ignored the ghostly knife-wielding ghost.
Instead, he turned and looked at the earth-colored Confucian scholar.
"Stop showing off these little tricks. You have a very bad character." Li Yanchu sneered.
The Confucian scholar was stunned again.
Suddenly he smiled, and his temperament changed.
The cold feeling was completely different from before.
"How did you see it?" the Confucian scholar asked.
Li Yanchu sneered and said: "In such a big village, there is only one ghost, and you are still in the mood to show off. No matter how you look at it, there is something wrong."
The Confucian scholar looked sternly and said, "I haven't met someone as interesting as you for a long time."
Li Yanchu burst into laughter and shouted coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's do it!"
The sword struck the Confucian scholar with the force of wind and thunder.
