A stiff corpse sat cross-legged on the ground. The old man used a candle with a green flame to continuously smoke the corpse's chin. After a while, a drop of yellowish oil fell, which the old man quickly caught with a small bottle.
Beside him lay the corpse of a woman, completely rotten and teeming with insects, yet he had wrapped it in crocodile skin and dripped a drop of corpse oil onto it from time to time, as if the corpse were some precious treasure.
Behind the old man, several tall and burly gang members dressed in suits watched his actions with pale faces, some even gag a few times.
"Master Banji, is it not finished yet?"
The old man in black robes said in a hoarse voice, "What's the rush? Once my Flying Head Drop is unleashed, your rivals will have no chance of survival."
"Tell your boss after you get the head that he promised me fresh corpses, and we need to get them done quickly, otherwise we'll run out of corpse oil."
Just then, a loud bang came from the basement, and the ceiling above shook violently.
Everyone was stunned. Was it an earthquake?
The next moment, a huge hole was blasted open in the ceiling, and rubble fell down, almost burying Master Nabanji inside.
Yang Cheng carried Gui Laowen into the basement and immediately spotted the old man in black robes.
"Did you put that flying head there?"
Master Banji's face contorted with rage: "You actually broke my flying head curse!?"
"Whose side are you on? Are you from Po Lin Monastery or the Taoist Federation?"
Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly: "It seems that with the recent resurgence of the supernatural, quite a few shady characters have come up with their own ideas again."
"But this is Hong Kong. How dare you, a sorcerer from South Asia, cause trouble here?"
Master Banji sneered, "No matter which side you're on, if I kill you, who will know it was me who did it?"
The next moment, Master Nabanji suddenly raised his hand, and a stream of eerie green powder merged into the headless female corpse.
With her hands forming a hand seal, the headless female corpse twisted and gradually expanded, instantly transforming into a headless giant snake, but with crocodile skin.
The headless snake was over ten meters long, almost filling the entire basement, and coiled around Yang Cheng, emitting a pungent, fishy smell.
Golden Buddhist light emanated from the Imperial Guard's saber, while the blade was entwined with a black power of annihilation.
With a single slash, the headless serpent's body instantly dissolved before annihilation, leaving only a crocodile skin in the blink of an eye!
A look of horror appeared in Master Banji's eyes, and he hurriedly tried to pull something out of his black robe.
But the next moment, Yang Cheng was already in front of him. With a swift stroke of his knife, Master Banji's head rolled directly to the ground, his eyes wide open, revealing an expression of disbelief.
But Yang Cheng did not let Master Banji go. Instead, he picked up the man's head and said indifferently, "Stop pretending to be dead. Tell me, how did you acquire this black magic?"
Was it something you already knew, or did you acquire it recently?
Master Banji's severed head immediately displayed a pleading expression: "Don't kill me, I'll tell you everything!"
My black magic is a family tradition, but I've been working in Hong Kong since I was a child and have never actually succeeded in using it. I've only ever fooled idiots and swindled money from them.
It wasn't until about a year ago that I vaguely sensed the power of the spirits. I went to the cemetery in the middle of the night and dug up a skeleton. Unexpectedly, it actually created a White Bone Curse!
Are you aware of these strange things happening in Hong Kong right now?
Master Banji's head swayed on the tip of the knife: "I don't know, but I can vaguely sense that some ghosts and evil spirits are very powerful, so I dare not touch them at all."
However, some information was left behind in the treasures passed down in my family, which seems to be somewhat similar to the current situation in Hong Kong.
Where is it?
"In my robe."
The moment the words left his mouth, a burst of energy erupted from the Imperial Guard's saber, instantly blasting Master Banji's head to smithereens!
Yang Cheng had never promised to spare his life; it was just that this guy was too cowardly. Before Yang Cheng could say anything more, he confessed everything.
At this moment, Yang Cheng turned his gaze to the group of gang members and said calmly, "Which gang are you from? Who sent you here?"
The gang members were completely terrified by what they saw and hurriedly cried out, "We are from Wo Yee Hing! Please, sir, don't kill us!"
In their eyes, Master Nabanji was already an existence beyond their comprehension.
The man before him killed Master Banji as easily as killing a dog, let alone them.
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