Chapter 201 Tell me, which hand touched Pi Qianqian?
Ming Zhuo took less than two minutes to knock down the villagers one by one.
The village chief and Aunt Xiang, one old and one weak, received special care from her.
The village chief had a broken head and his face was covered with blood, which made his hair look even grayer. He looked at Ming Zhuo in horror. Is this woman a devil?
Aunt Xiang was slapped in the face and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. She asked fearfully and weakly, "Why did you hit me?"
Ming Zhuo: "Yes, I shouldn't slap you, I should chop off your hands. Tell me, which hand touched Pi Qianqian?"
She put the peach wood sword against Aunt Xiang's wrist. Although it was a peach wood sword, Aunt Xiang felt a chill.
The village chief and Auntie Xiang were both shocked. How did she know?
Wasn't this woman just a lazy, greedy, and idiot?
Auntie Xiang felt the invisible sword blade cut the skin on her wrist, and she burst into tears, "No! Please don't!"
The village chief gritted his teeth, and he had figured out that this person had been playing the pig to eat the tiger.
He was deceived by the other party's innocent appearance! He almost capsized in the dark.
But it doesn't matter, he is not without a trump card.
He sneered and looked at Mingzhuo with resentment, "Do you think you are smart? You could have taken the others away alive, but now that you have been discovered, you all go to hell!"
Mingzhuo removed Aunt Xiang's hand with a click, and the middle-aged woman immediately rolled on the ground in pain.
"Sorry, I can't stand provocation." She walked over and removed the village chief's arm, then knocked on the gate next to her.
Sister Hong's son opened the door tremblingly. He didn't want to be nagged by Sister Hong, so he ran to the neighbor's house to play. Unexpectedly, he saw Mingzhuo's violence through the gate.
"Don't hit me!" As soon as the door opened, he immediately knelt down with a thump.
The giant baby who was almost three hundred months old was a bit like a good baby at this moment.
Ming Zhuo picked up the villagers and threw them in one by one, not caring at all whether these old men would get hurt.
After that, she clapped her hands, "Watch them."
The young man thought she was talking to himself, but he soon found out that he was wrong. The neighbor opened his eyes wide and pointed outside in horror.
He looked back and was completely paralyzed. At the gate of the yard were dark ghosts one after another.
Most of them were women or children. Their skin was swollen and their eyeballs were bursting. They were obviously drowned.
Ming Zhuo knew that these ghosts wanted revenge, but they were not powerful enough and were no match for that thing. It might be dangerous for them to stay on the battlefield.
But they could beat up those villagers to vent their anger.
After the gate was closed, Ming Zhuo raised his hand and knocked down the shrine on the wall of the courtyard at the gate, and the burning incense fell to the ground.
The village chief's angry and sharp voice came: "You are overestimating your own abilities! Do you know what you have provoked? You will all die today! Ouch!"
After the last cry of pain, it was followed by the sound of punches and kicks.
"Old man, you are dead, and your ancestors are all dead!" Ming Zhuo raised his voice and shouted, while walking quickly towards the yard in front, and as soon as he finished speaking, he flew up and stabbed with a sword.
With a "swish" sound, the sword did not hit the wall, but seemed to pierce into some cloth.
In the white mist, the courtyard gradually turned into a red sedan chair.
Ming Zhuo didn't waste a second, he threw out the high-level ghost-repelling talisman, reached into the sedan chair, grabbed a person and quickly retreated.
Carrot Qianqian felt that her five senses that were wrapped in the water film returned to normal. She coughed, tears fell out, and shouted excitedly, "Teacher Ruan!"
Ming Zhuo dispelled the evil spirit on her body and stuffed a talisman into her hand, "It's okay, you are safe now."
Carrot Qianqian's tears burst out again, she believed Ming Zhuo's words.
The sedan chair had been staying there, probably waiting for the villagers to take it away. After all, even the ghost king could not transform a living person and take her away directly.
But so many people came and went, and no one noticed that something was wrong.
Only Ming Zhuo saw through the trick and rescued her.
That thing seemed to enjoy her despair very much, forcing her to look outside, letting her rekindle hope again and again and experience the feeling of being abandoned again and again. It
was quite malicious. It was not
until Mingzhuo beat up the village chief and Aunt Xiang outside that the thing finally got angry.
Qianqian knew that Mingzhuo was venting her anger, and she felt indescribably happy and relieved in her heart.
But the more it did this, the angrier the thing became. How could a fish on the chopping board resist?
"Teacher Ruan, you have to be careful!" said Qianqian. "The thing in the sedan chair is a perverted antique, estimated to have been dead for thousands of years."
Mingzhuo nodded: "Isn't it just a perverted old bitch, a waste snack with a brain wrapped in foot binding, a feudal remnant that should have been burned to ashes long ago."
As she spoke, a thick black gas that was almost solidified seeped out of the sedan chair, and the temperature dropped rapidly, and even the white mist was about to condense into ice.
The terrifying breath that made people shudder weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
Through the gate, everyone in the house felt the terrifying pressure.
The village chief was like crazy, "The number one scholar is angry, the number one scholar is angry! You are all going to die! Hahaha..."
Hu Zhigao's wife walked up and slapped him to the ground, "Nonsense!"
Mingzhuo had performed a ritual to summon her at Wangxiantai before. He was summoning her, and he was also summoning the wronged souls in the lake.
The magic circle on the lake suppressed them, but Mingzhuo was able to take them away.
When the sword stabbed over, she was a little panicked, but her soul was not hurt. She immediately understood that this was a magic trick for others to see.
This little girl is very good at Taoism and has profound skills, but I hope nothing happens to her.
Ming Zhuo stood in front of Qianqian and looked at the sedan chair in front of him. "Why are you so slow? Are you lame? Get out of here!"
The thing in the sedan chair was very angry, and a gloomy and terrifying aura quickly attacked, but Ming Zhuo was faster than it.
He took out the peach wood sword, which grew longer with the wind and quickly chopped at the sedan chair, chopping the old shareholder into pieces.
Without the sedan chair, the thing inside also appeared.
It was the number one scholar Mingzhuo had seen in the ancestral hall, but the portrait on the wall was a younger and more beautiful version. The one in front of him was an old man who was about to die, with age spots all over his skin, a hunched back, and a body full of the stench of decay.
This thing had clearly died of old age, but because it was reluctant to give up its wealth and stayed in the world, it used the special magic circle of Xianyuan Village to cultivate and become an evil ghost.
In the small Xianyuan Village, it is the supreme local emperor. Whatever it wants, the villagers will satisfy it without saying a word, including offerings of all kinds of fresh blood, flesh, and waste.
In exchange, it will bless every household in the villagers to give birth to a boy.
However, reincarnation in the underworld is random. The so-called blessing is to predict the gender of the fetus, and then ask the villagers to abort the female fetus through the witch.
After being a local emperor for a long time, this thing is no longer satisfied with ordinary offerings.
Twenty-four years ago, Hu Shengnan was admitted to university and became the first female university student in the village. This thing immediately moved his mind.