Yang Lin did feel guilty towards Zhu Dayong.
So after recognizing him, she was less afraid: "Zhu Dayong, I regret what happened to you, and I understand your resentment. But even if you wanted to raise money for your daughter's medical expenses, you shouldn't have taken the risk of robbery, and you shouldn't have harmed innocent people because of it."
During the robbery, Zhu Dayong shot and killed or wounded seven or eight people in an attempt to escape. Only then did a sniper kill him.
"Why! Just because we're poor, does that mean my daughter and I deserve to die? I refuse to accept this!" Zhu Dayong's ghost, bleeding from all seven orifices, looked terrifying. "It's all your fault! I only wanted to rob enough money for my daughter's medical expenses, and then you suddenly appeared. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be dead, and my daughter wouldn't be dead!"
"There are so many rich people in the world who commit crimes and kill innocent people, and you don't care about them, but you only know how to oppress us ordinary people. People like you lackeys of the powerful and wealthy should all die, should all die!"
As Zhu Dayong spoke, his hair stood on end, flying through the air, and his sharp, black fingernails shot out from his fingertips as he lunged at Yang Lin.
At the same time, Ji Zhixu, carrying Qi Qi and Huo Yusen, arrived at the entrance of the alley.
Ji Zhixu and Huo Yusen couldn't see it, but Qiqi could see it clearly: Zhu Dayong's transformed ghost fingernails grew extremely long, and it looked like they were about to pierce Yang Lin.
"Oh no! Officer, you're in danger!"
Qiqi was about to push open the door and get out of the car when she suddenly turned her head to look in the other direction, as if sensing something.
He then hurriedly patted Ji Zhixu's seat: "Big brother, hurry, hurry, drive the car forward a little more."
"Huh? Why?" Ji Zhixu asked, puzzled. Weren't they here to rescue the policeman?
The policeman looked like he was in danger, but his sister told him to drive forward.
Did he suddenly remember it again, or was he too angry to save it?
My little sister really is a child at heart!
Ji Zhixu was both amused and exasperated, but she obediently drove the car forward two hundred meters and then turned off the engine.
What he didn't notice was that as soon as their car started moving, a man dressed in a Taoist robe, with a compass in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other, wearing a Taoist topknot, around fifty years old, and looking like an old Taoist priest with a sage-like demeanor, suddenly turned the corner from the street corner.
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown as he watched the compass spin wildly.
"The compass indicates that the area is filled with yin energy, which means there must be a vengeful ghost causing trouble..."
"ah……"
Before he could finish speaking, a scream came from a secluded alley nearby.
The old Taoist's expression changed, and he charged towards that direction, brandishing his peach wood sword.
In the alley, Yang Lin was being choked and pinned to the ground by Zhu Dayong. His shoulders were stained red with blood, and his face was turning a liverish color from suffocation. He looked like he was about to die.
"You beast, stop hurting people! Take this!" The old Taoist priest raised his peach wood sword, roared, and slashed at the vengeful ghost.
Inside the private car, Qiqi clung to the window, her eyes fixed on the alleyway.
Those who cultivate themselves are not sensitive to the world, but when she realized that the old Taoist priest had recklessly raised his peach wood sword to slay the evil spirit, she was so shocked that her eyes widened.
This glimmer of hope doesn't seem very reliable!
Sure enough, the next second, the old Taoist priest who had rushed in with great momentum was sent flying backward by a wisp of Yin energy from Zhu Dayong.
He fell to the ground with a thud and couldn't get up for a long time!
Qiqi: ……
Qiqi couldn't bear to look. She raised her chubby little hands to cover her eyes, but deliberately peeked through her fingers, her big eyes peering out with great interest.
The old Taoist priest struggled to his feet, and finding that the peach wood sword in his hand could not harm the evil spirit, he began to reach into his pocket.
The old Taoist priest carried a cloth bag patched layer upon layer, on which was embroidered a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern. The pattern was crooked and particularly ugly.
"Tsk~~~" Qiqi said disdainfully.
Strange, this ugly bag looks kind of familiar.
It was probably embroidered by someone very important to the old Taoist priest, otherwise it wouldn't be so torn and patched up layer upon layer, yet he still couldn't bear to throw it away.
After searching for a long time, the old Taoist priest finally pulled out a talisman from his pocket just as Yang Lin was about to be strangled to death.
As if he had instantly found his confidence, he roared again: "You beast, behold my Heavenly Thunder Talisman!"
After saying that, his expression twitched, and he threw the talisman away as if he was in great pain.
At the same time, he quickly formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and then pointed with great force: "Thunder, come!"
Qiqi looked up at the sky in cooperation. There was no light at all in the latter half of the night, but Qiqi still saw that after the old Taoist priest shouted "Thunder, come!", the clouds in the sky rolled a few times in response, and lightning did indeed appear behind the clouds.
However, the lightning was as thin as a hair, so even if it struck, it probably wouldn't do much good.
No, this white-bearded old man doesn't seem to be doing so well!
Indeed, Taoist arts are not something that one becomes more proficient in with age.
Fine, let me lend you a hand!
Qiqi made a hand gesture and quickly drew a lightning talisman in mid-air, then poured spiritual power into it and sent it into the rolling clouds.
Suddenly, the thunder, which had been just a rumble, became deafening, and the lightning bolts, which were as thin as a hair, grew to the size of an arm.
boom!
A devastating bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, hitting Zhu Dayong squarely in the alley.
"Ah..." Zhu Dayong let out a shrill scream as the ghostly energy on his body was shattered.
Before he could react, a series of lightning bolts struck him.
Zhu Dayong was struck and fell to the ground, barely alive.
His venomous gaze was fixed on Yang Lin, who was clutching his neck, coughing violently, and panting heavily.
At the alley entrance, the old Taoist priest was initially suspicious, but then a green light of surprise appeared in his eyes.
That's wonderful! His Taoist skills have actually reached a high level.
In the past, when he used the Thunder Talisman, he could only unleash a maximum of three bolts of lightning, and its power was at most enough to injure one evil spirit.
He had only been hoping for a desperate measure, thinking that even if he couldn't harm the vengeful ghost, as long as he could keep it occupied for a moment, he might have a chance to save the ordinary person.
We can't just stand by and watch the other person get strangled to death!
Unexpectedly, this time the lightning talisman unleashed a total of nine bolts of lightning, and almost killed the opponent!
The old Taoist felt immense satisfaction and pride. Excellent! His Taoist skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and he can even handle fierce ghosts. He is sure to win first place in this year's Xuanmen Grand Competition!
Even if we don't come in first place, we certainly won't be at the bottom like in previous years.
The old Taoist priest straightened his chest and strode into the alley, pulling out a gourd the size of a thumb from the cloth bag slung across his shoulder.
He uncorked the gourd, silently chanted an incantation, and pointed the gourd's opening at Zhu Dayong: "Collect!"
Zhu Dayong immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke and was put into the gourd.
Seeing this, Qiqi clapped her hands: "Okay, big brother, we can go home now!"
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