"Ho ho ho..."
The man in the jar has a ferocious face and an expression of pain. The jar is one with it, but now it has been torn open. To it, it is the same as disemboweling it, except that its throat is strangled, so it cannot make a big noise.
Zhang Zhiwei was very accomplished in the Golden Light Curse, and the golden light was so sharp that the jar could not stop it. With a "click", the jar shattered, revealing the scene inside.
Flesh and blood, the jar was filled with smelly and blackened flesh and blood.
Among the flesh and blood, there is a small, pale body.
As the jar body shattered, the roars suddenly stopped, and the struggling jar man became silent.
"Neither human nor ghost, dead?!"
Zhang Zhiwei thought that the man in the jar was dead, but when he took a closer look, he found that the man in the jar was looking at him quietly.
The eyes on that pale-as-paper face were clear, no longer as malicious and treacherous as before.
Looking at the clear childlike eyes of the man in the jar, Zhang Zhiwei was startled: "This is..."
Then, they saw that after the jar was broken open, the black flesh and blood inside was rapidly decaying, and the pale body wrapped in flesh and blood was also decaying, turning into black ash bit by bit.
When he was dying, the ghastly-looking man in the jar had confused eyes and muttered to himself:
"Mom... I hurt so much... Mom went to buy me candy... Mom disappeared... disappeared... They took me to find my mother... They put me in a black jar... It hurt... it hurt... …”
The man in the jar was speaking incoherently, whispering intermittently, his voice getting smaller and smaller.
Getting smaller and smaller.
Until it disappears.
Zhang Zhiwei lowered his eyes and watched quietly as the man in the jar decayed rapidly, his flesh and blood turning into black ash, leaving only a withered skeleton.
This is the body of a child.
From the few words that the jar man said before his death, it was like reflecting back on the light.
Zhang Zhiwei had some understanding.
Most likely, Jar Man was abducted by a trafficker when his mother went to buy him candy, and then stuffed into a jar, becoming what he is now.
"Eat some candy...I'll burn it for you when you get out!"
Zhang Zhiwei stared at the small withered skeleton for a while, then withdrew his gaze, went to the corner, and checked the group of silly-looking children.
I found that they were not seriously injured, but had been drugged and temporarily lost their minds. I breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they could be saved.
Later, Zhang Zhiwei came to the child who had lost all his limbs and looked like a seal. After checking it, he found that the child had crooked eyes and mouth, had no consciousness, and had been tortured to the point of going crazy.
"What should we do with these children?"
Zhang Zhiwei sighed and looked in the direction of the third-class carriage. Until now, the master had not interfered at all. It was obvious that it was all left to him.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Zhiwei didn't bother Zhang Jingqing. How could he leave everything to his master?
"If it were in later generations, we could call the police to deal with it, but now in the Republic of China, how should we deal with this kind of thing?"
After thinking for a moment and looking at the bloody floor in this carriage, Zhang Zhiwei thought of how the Ax Gang was dealt with in "Kung Fu". It was better to leave it to professionals to clean the floor. There was nothing he could do.
However, most of these children were stolen on the train. No matter how incompetent the policemen in the Republic of China were, they would not be able to find the parents who lost their children.
After thinking about it, Zhang Zhiwei lost his golden light and walked out of the coal carriage majestically.
This time, he did not use his ability to push away the crowd, but followed the crowd, squeezing and stopping in the crowded aisle.
This scene reminded Zhang Zhiwei of the subway during the morning rush hour in his previous life.
"Well... think about it carefully, the subway is more crowded. No matter how crowded the third-class compartment of this train is, you can still pass people. On the subway during the morning rush hour, you can't move!"
At this time, Zhang Zhiwei's ears moved and he vaguely heard someone in the crowd crying that he had lost his child.
It was expected that the parents were patting away their children.
Zhang Zhiwei did not remind him that he did not kill the two train drivers. It is estimated that before long, these two people will call the police on the train, and by then, those children will be saved.
After taking some time, I returned to my seat in the second-class carriage.
The young couple was still sleeping with their child in their arms.
Master Zhang Jingqing was meditating with her eyes closed in her seat. When Zhang Zhiwei came back just now, she opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Zhiwei:
"solved?"
"Solved, but Master, I met a person in a jar. He can blow paper into a knife. He is invulnerable. He seems to be controlled by this bell!"
Zhang Zhiwei handed the bell, the magic weapon, to Zhang Jingqing to look at, and then gave an overview of the situation in the coal carriage.
After Zhang Jingqing listened, she played with the bell for a while and said, "Have you ever heard of raising a kid?"
Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "I heard that in Nanyang, raising imps is also called Gumantong. The specific operation is to use the soul of the baby to raise it on the dominoes, and then feed them with your own blood, which can bring good luck. Increase your wealth!"
Zhang Jingqing said: "There is such a saying, but the evil magic of raising imps in Nanyang is not even close to the superficiality of our Central Plains leftists."
"Generally speaking, there are two types of devils raised by the leftists in the Central Plains. One is incorporeal and specializes in dealing with people's 'nature'; the other is tangible and specializes in dealing with people's 'fate'. The one you just encountered is the latter! "
"To make such a little ghost, you first have to find a child under the age of twelve, trap him in a special jar, fill the jar with special potion, fester their skin, and then feed him the drug. Eat basin after basin of raw meat.”
"If you can withstand the effects of the medicine and complete this series of steps without being tortured to death, then take a ray of his soul and seal it in the bell, then wrap the jar with talisman and seal it for seven to forty-nine days. "
"Unlock it after the expiration date. If you develop it well, this kid will become a handy tool, invulnerable to fire and water, and can turn paper into a knife. Ordinary strangers are far from his opponent. "
"However, if you want to cultivate this kind of kid, the success rate is very low. Every step is likely to fail. The little ghost you saw, I estimate that it would take about a hundred children to make it successfully. !”
Zhang Jingqing said expressionlessly.
Zhang Zhiwei listened expressionlessly.
After finishing speaking, the master and apprentice were relatively speechless, with only the sound of the train clanging.
After a while, Zhang Zhiwei said: "The leader of the Paihuazi said before he died that they were members of the Cao Gang!"
Zhang Jingqing nodded: "The Cao Gang is very big, and there are evil people in it. It's not surprising!"
"How big is it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, "Is it as big as our Tianshi Mansion?"
"What do you think?"
Zhang Jingqing looked at Zhang Zhiwei, her eyes were calm and her face was expressionless, but she was hiding anger.
He was very satisfied with Zhang Zhiwei's handling of the matter, but he didn't like what Zhang Zhiwei said about Tianshifu and Caobang.
Facing the master's rhetorical question, Zhang Zhiwei did not hesitate at all. He gently raised his hand, turned his palm over, pressed it down gently, and made an easy gesture. He said with a matter-of-fact expression:
"A bunch of low-level bastards who only deserve to hear the farts of our Tianshi Mansion. The disciples will kill them with a flip of their hands!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei saw his master looking at him faintly.
