Chapter 23: The Wang Family is Exterminated. What does Taoist Master Yi think?

With the light from the lanterns penetrating the fog, a white-haired old man pushing a vermilion cart came over, shouting in a low voice, "Selling knives, selling knives."

"Damn it, you scared me." Wang Dazhu rushed forward and kicked the white-haired old man's cart with a clang, "Old man, you're not sleeping at night to sell your mother out."

There are eight trigrams mirrors to ward off evil spirits at every gate of Fengyun County, so evil spirits generally cannot get in. In addition, the city has been peaceful for a long time, so when Wang Dazhu saw that it was only an old man who walked out of the mist, he immediately felt relieved.

There aren't so many evil spirits. It's not like we're inside the city, I was really overthinking it.

He was probably just an old man with some mental problems. He had seen this kind of situation before. He had even seen people running naked at night.

He kicked the white-haired old man's cart loudly, showing his bravery, as if the man he was afraid of just now had nothing to do with him at all.

Wang Qi and Wang Ba naturally followed closely behind.

After all, the boss has already kicked him out, and if you just stand by and watch, wouldn't it seem like you and the boss are not on the same page?

However, what surprised him was that, although the cart looked broken, it was surprisingly strong inside. He kicked it a few times but failed to break it apart.

"Sir, would you like to buy a knife? It's very cheap." The white-haired old man looked at the actions of the three people, not angry at all, and spoke quietly to himself.

The light from the lantern shone on the white-haired old man's face, reflecting the weird smile on his face, which looked very creepy at night.

"Get out of here, you old woman! Your broken knife is all rusty, it's hard to even kill a chicken. If you don't know, you might think you dug it out from some cemetery. Get out of here, get out of here right now."

After Wang Dazhu and the other two had vented their anger, they couldn't help but feel a little scared when they saw the white-haired old man's weird smile. He shouted bravely.

"My knife is very sharp. It can easily chop bones or people. Just take a look, my three gentlemen." The white-haired old man was not annoyed when he heard this. He picked up a rusty hatchet from the cart, chopped off his own head on the spot, and it rolled to Wang Dazhu's feet.

The mouth of the head kept opening and closing on the ground: "Sir, my knife is not sharp, I only want a hundred years of life, or you can exchange your liver with me, I want your liver."

The lantern went out again.

This strange sudden change scared Wang Dazhu and his two companions silly. They wanted to run, but their legs seemed to be rooted to the ground and they couldn't move.

They wanted to open their mouths and shout, but the words got stuck in their throats and couldn't come out.

There was a look of deep despair in Wang Dazhu's eyes. If he could look in the mirror at this moment, he would find that his expression was the same as that of the old patriarch of Lijia Village whose limbs he had broken.

A fishy smell spread in the air and the ground was wet.

Some people look fierce, and Wang Dazhu often regards himself as a ruthless person. However, when disaster befalls him, his weak nature is exposed.

The white-haired old man walked to the head, brushed off the dust on the head, and put it back directly on the neck.

When he realized that it was installed upside down, he held his head with both hands and twisted it 180 degrees.

The fishy smell in the air became stronger.

"Three sirs, would you like to buy a knife? I said my knife is sharp." The white-haired old man walked up to the three people and said sinisterly.

"If you don't say anything, it means you agree. I want your livers."

Wang Dazhu and the other two struggled desperately, but it seemed as if there was an invisible force exerting itself on them, making them unable to speak or move.

They were shaking their bodies like crazy, wanting to shout out loud: "I don't want it, I don't want your broken knife, I want my liver."

Unfortunately, the white-haired old man ignored them and took out the rusty hatchet and started digging.

Blood was all over the ground.

Soon Wang Dazhu and the other two were disemboweled, and they spoke frankly to each other.

Wang Dazhu was the worst off, after all, his iron vest was very tough, so he could withstand two more cuts than others even if his stomach was cut open. He suffered a lot.

The white-haired old man took out a gray cloth bag from somewhere like a magic trick, stretched out his hands, and took the livers of the three people into the cloth bag one by one.

While picking the fruits, he kept muttering, "Your liver is a little damaged, the quality is not good, I'm losing money, I'm losing money, if I had known I would not have sold it to you."

There were three plops.

Wang Dazhu and the other two fell to the ground one after another, with blood all over the floor.

"My three lords, don't you want the knives anymore? Then I'll take them. I'll ask others if they want them too." The white-haired old man raised his head and looked at the gilded plaque above his head - "Wang Palace". He then glanced at the four words "A Family of Good Deeds" engraved on the stone lion next to him and he smiled kindly.

"This Wang family must be in need of a good knife. I have to go ask them."

He pushed the cart and slowly walked into the Wang family mansion. The door opened slowly as if pulled by a huge force, and then suddenly closed again as the white-haired old man entered.

The Wang family residence was dead silent, as if no one heard the noise outside.

Under the moonlight, a dark iron curtain suddenly descended, blocking out the moonlight, and the entire palace fell into darkness.

The mist on the street also rolled up and poured in frantically through the cracks in the Wang family's door. In an instant, the street became clear again.

Inside the Wang family mansion, everyone who was sleeping soundly was suddenly awakened.

A strange sound rang in everyone's ears.

"Want to buy a knife, my lords?"

"If you buy it, I want your liver."

The mansion immediately became bustling with excitement. Someone lit an oil lamp and wanted to go out of the room to see what was going on, but found that the door could not be opened.

The wooden door was as hard as an iron wall and could not be opened even if it was smashed.

Some servants who were patrolling in the mansion were trapped in the fog and could not get out. They kept turning around in circles in a strange way.

A gust of evil wind blew by, and all the candles, lanterns and other luminous objects were instantly extinguished, and the palace was completely plunged into a world of darkness.

Then, from the darkness came the sound of a knife cutting flesh and people falling to the ground.

Tonight, Mr. Wang's house is exceptionally quiet.

The next day, the morning light was dim.

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Hidden Dragon Temple.

Yi Chen was still sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

"Master, Master, open the door quickly, something big has happened."

It was Captain Zhang’s voice.

Yi Chen opened his sleepy eyes and opened the door of Yinlong Temple.

"Why are you so panicked, my disciple? Master will teach you another lesson. When faced with a major event, stay calm. There is no point in panicking."

"Yes, Master." Seeing Yi Chen's tall figure, Captain Zhang seemed to have found his backbone and was not as panicked as before.

The two of them came to the living room in the backyard. Qing Yunzi was also woken up at this time and got up to make two cups of tea for them.

"Tell me, what happened? You're so flustered."

"It can't be that the county lord has a stroke."

Yi Chen picked up the teacup and blew away the foam gently, then drank the boiling hot tea in one gulp.

With his current physique, he can definitely bear this temperature.

Drinking boiled water is enough.

It is conducive to the accumulation of source points.

After finishing one glass, he poured himself another and was about to take another sip.

Seeing Yi Chen's exaggerated actions, Captain Zhang was also very upset. He put down the teacup and said anxiously: "Master, please stop joking. Something serious has really happened."

"There was an evil spirit in the county. All two or three hundred people in Mr. Wang's family died. It was a tragic death. Not a single person was left alive."

"The eldest daughter of the Wang family is the worst off. Her mouth is cracked."

"The ground was littered with pieces of flesh and corpses, and ten people couldn't even put together a complete pair of pants."

Yi Chen: “….”

Poof! The hot tea I just drank was all sprayed out.

He glared and said, "What did you say? Say it again?"

"Master, stay calm when facing big things." Captain Zhang wiped the tea off his face, repeated what he had said before, and then continued.

"The Wang family was wiped out by an evil spirit."

"Master, the county magistrate has sent out invitations to all the famous Taoist temples, monasteries and individual people nearby to come to the county government for a meeting today."

"The county magistrate specifically told me to ask you what you think?"

"I think it's awesome." Yi Chen had regained his calm demeanor and said lightly.

Captain Zhang: "." How should I respond? Captain Zhang was confused for a moment.

(End of this chapter)