The young man in the room clasped his fists and said, "I've seen Taoist Master Yanchu, what's going on?"
This person was Song Sanlang, a young corpse-carrying craftsman who went to Weicheng to report that his third uncle was missing and took Li Yanchu and others to Zhangjiazhuang.
Li Yanchu asked, "Do you also have this preference?"
Song Sanlang's face turned red, and he said sheepishly: "I used to do that business with my third uncle. People in the village were very afraid of me, and I never married a wife. Now I plan to settle down in Weicheng, but I am running the coffin shop business. Same thing. I can’t say I’m a wife, so I came here to open my eyes.”
Li Yanchu nodded and said, "That's it."
Bai Hongtu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you know each other?"
Li Yanchu explained: "Do you remember the young corpse-carrier I mentioned who reported the case? This is the person."
The woman named Jin Niang was so beautiful that Bai Hongtu's intrusion with a sword was scary enough.
Now she looked as if she had been frightened by some corpse-carrying or coffin shop.
Bai Hongtu was a very smart man, and he suddenly understood. He looked at Song Sanlang and said slowly: "It's a trick to steal the sky and block out the sun."
Song Sanlang asked in confusion: "What does this young master mean by this?"
Li Yanchu chuckled and said, "He is saying that you, a corpse carrier, actually hid the corpse in your body and pretended to go to the Yamen to report the crime. Your method is very clever."
Song Sanlang's expression changed drastically and he laughed a few times: "I don't understand what Taoist Master Yan Chu meant."
Li Yanchu said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just go and die."
The words fell.
He punched out with an overwhelming momentum.
In a blink of an eye, his fist came to Song Sanlang.
Song Sanlang felt the strong wind blowing against his face, and the temperature around him increased.
With a flash of his body, he was so dexterous that he flew sideways and hit Li Yanchu's lower abdomen with one leg.
Li Yanchu swept his leg and collided with his attack with great force.
boom!
The two of them were separated as soon as they touched each other, and their bodies couldn't help but retreat.
Bai Hongtu shouted coldly: "Zhu Xie!"
The flying sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and flew out, heading straight for Song Sanlang's chest.
A clanging sound of gold and iron came from Song Sanlang's chest!
He was wearing a simple breast shield.
There is a red and pink skull painted on it.
Bai Hongtu's eyes darkened, and he controlled the flying sword to fly directly to Song Sanlang's head.
On one side is Bai Hongtu's flying sword, and on the other is Li Yanchu's domineering Tiangang hand.
Song Sanlang was quickly defeated. The strength of these two young men was far beyond his imagination!
Li Yanchu, in particular, seems to have improved since his last trip to Zhangjiazhuang.
boom!
Song Sanlang directly broke the window and rushed out.
"Come back here!" Li Yanchu stretched out his hand to grab it, and a powerful energy burst out from his palm.
Song Sanlang froze, and Li Yanchu, who moved very quickly, grabbed his legs.
He was dragged back alive!
boom!
Song Sanlang's legs were grabbed by Li Yanchu, but a black shadow appeared in his body.
It's like another leg.
He kicked Li Yanchu directly in the chest.
clang!
A huge force came from Li Yanchu's chest, and he was kicked back a few steps.
The protective aura on his body blocked the attack.
"You're a lot worse than that upper body." Li Yanchu sneered.
The two upper body parts of the corpse in the alley could use the sharp nails in their hands to break through Li Yanchu's body-protecting aura, almost injuring him.
Song Sanlang said coldly: "You have indeed encountered the two lost corpses!"
The words fell.
He rushed towards Bai Hongtu and killed him.
Bai Hongtu squeezed the magic formula with his hand, and a flame flew towards Song Sanlang's face.
The flying sword also turned into a stream of light.
Song Sanlang was forced to retreat again, but he stood directly on the wall in a strange posture.
"Pretend to be a ghost, come down here!" Li Yanchu shouted coldly, like spring thunder exploding.
Then he struck with a palm from the air!
Liuyang Jin!
Tiangang Hand's Sky-Splitting Palm!
Song Sanlang's legs were slightly bent and he shot straight out.
The movement was extremely fast, not only dodging Bai Hongtu's flying sword, but also avoiding Li Yanchu's Tiangang hand.
"Don't come over. I'll kill anyone who comes over!" Song Sanlang reached out and strangled Jin Niang's neck, lifting her up from the ground.
Bai Hongtu squeezed the magic formula with his hand and withdrew the flying sword, with a look of fear in his eyes.
Li Yanchu walked over and took a deep look at the panicked Jin Niang.
As a cultivator, the lives of innocent people cannot be ignored.
Li Yanchu suddenly smiled.
Song Sanlang said coldly: "What are you laughing at?"
Li Yanchu glanced at Song Sanlang teasingly, then turned to Bai Hongtu and said, "Do you still remember why we came to Goulanzhong tonight?"
Bai Hongtu frowned, wondering why Li Yanchu suddenly mentioned this.
Li Yanchu pointed at Jinniang with his hand and said in a deep voice: "She is the papermaker lurking in Wei City!"
Bai Hongtu's eyes flashed, and he looked at Jin Niang involuntarily.
I didn’t expect to find a paper maker when I came to Goulan to listen to music! ?
And that sinister paper maker turned out to be such a delicate and charming servant? !
Li Yanchu sneered and said, "You evil heretics are really surprising."
Then he looked at Song Sanlang teasingly.
"Come on, kill her and save me some time."
Song Sanlang was silent and suddenly let go of his hand.
"I should have killed you back in Zhangjiazhuang."
The Jin Niang next to her seemed to be a different person at this moment, no longer looking like she was panicking or making mistakes.
Her expression was very calm, and she looked at Song Sanlang with a bit of disgust. He said that he was not sure in Zhangjiazhuang and missed the opportunity to take action.
Now, Li Yanchu came to visit.
Li Yanchu's heart moved: "When I came to Weicheng County to report the case, was it to cover up others' deception, or was it to lure me to Zhangjiazhuang?"
Song Sanlang said gloomily: "You are not very smart, and you still need me to tell you."
Jin Niang glanced at Li Yanchu bitterly: "You stinking Taoist priest, you have ruined our good deeds time and time again. Today I will dig out your heart with my own hands."
Bai Hongtu's pupils shrank, he didn't expect this matter to be so tortuous.
Jin Niang is not a corpse in two parts, but a papermaker!
Li Yanchu didn't think as much as Bai Hongtu.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the evil-looking dragon-slaying knife immediately appeared in his hand.
Taoism!
Find something in your bag!
"You evil heretics who hide your behind the scenes, how dare you speak such arrogant words!"
Chi!
Li Yanchu slashed forward with his sword!
Liu Yang Sword Technique!
Jinniang's clothes were torn on her chest, and suddenly there were three big red-faced, ghostly paper-punchers coming out.
His smile was stiff, but his movements were as fast as lightning, and his fingers were sharp.
These three paper-tied people are stronger than the paper-tied people Li Yanchu encountered before!
Not to be outdone, Bai Hongtu controlled the flying sword to face Song Sanlang!
