Chapter 413 Evil Spirit
Jing Zhui and Ye Xiaoman had similar ideas. Zhu Chuideng was currently just a mortal. Unlike cultivators, he did not possess space magic weapons and could not set up illusions, so his ways of hiding things were limited.
"I will dig up the grave of Zhu Chuideng's ancestors in the near future."
Ye Xiaoman raised two thumbs up, "Despicable and shameless."
Jing Zhui looked over, and Ye Xiaoman immediately changed her tone, "Those who achieve great things don't pay attention to trivial matters."
Jing Zhui set the scope of work for Ye Xiaoman and fell back onto the bed.
Ye Xiaoman leaned over the bed and looked at him, "You just woke up, and you're sleeping again?"
Jing Zhui closed his eyes.
Ye Xiaoman knew that he was accumulating spiritual energy in order to destroy the ghost master's memory. The energy he accumulated at this moment would turn into a tenfold effect in the future to blow her into pieces.
She would definitely give him a hard time.
"boss."
"Master Jing Zhui."
"The night is long, let's do something fun."
She was like a mosquito buzzing in his ear, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
"Remember when I helped you get your heart back and you gave me a spell?"
"Time and space teleportation technique."
"I have memorized the formula. When will you teach me how to practice it?"
Jing Zhui frowned slightly. After meeting Ye Xiaoman, his usually calm heart began to experience emotional fluctuations.
He stood up and stood in the middle of the room.
"Watch carefully."
He took a step forward, and an extremely complex magic circle appeared under his feet. The talismans were linked together like gears and flowed like starlight. The three phantoms of the past, present and future were suspended at his hand.
Jing Zhui made a hand gesture with both hands and disappeared in an instant.
The next second, his voice rang in Ye Xiaoman's ears, carrying the sound of the wind from the top of the mountain behind, "Have you learned it?"
Ye Xiaoman was bewildered: "I just blinked, teacher, how come you've already written two notes on the blackboard?"
Jing Zhui appeared in front of her out of nowhere.
"Give it a try." Jing Zhui, as the great devil, was so pretentious that he was the most deadly. "Intermediate spell, it's easy."
Ye Xiaoman began to make hand gestures excitedly and recite the spell formula in a stuttering manner.
The formula is very long. A strong man like Jing Zhui only needs to recite it with his mind, but as a beginner, she needs to recite it from beginning to end.
"The body follows the Dharma, move!"
Ye Xiaoman called out softly, waking Jing Zhui from his brief standing nap.
Jing Zhui raised his eyes, "..."
Ye Xiaoman only felt that she was as light as a gust of wind. In a flash, she disappeared from the bed and landed in front of the window.
Although she couldn't teleport to another place instantly like Jing Zhui, she successfully cast such a complicated ancient spell for the first time. She was indeed a Taoist genius.
Jing Zhui didn't answer, and Ye Xiaoman could see that there was a bit of complexity in his emotions.
Huh? Perhaps even someone as knowledgeable as the boss was astounded by her talent.
Ye Xiaoman was about to burst into laughter when Jing Zhui moved away. Ye Xiaoman saw the scene behind him and her mouth dropped open. "What, what's going on?!"
A "she" appeared behind Jing Zhui, a headless version.
Ye Xiaoman realized it later and looked down, only to see that there was nothing under her neck.
Damn it, she made a mistake in casting the spell and her head and body were separated.
"Ah!" A scream pierced the sky.
Behind the earthen house, Zhu Chuideng was resting his head on his arms and looking at the starry sky.
The logs that were not chopped in time were piled on the ground, half high, and then covered with straw to make a bed. On a hot summer day, with the night breeze blowing, it was the most comfortable thing to sleep on.
When Zhu Chuideng heard Ye Xiaoman's cry, his thick eyebrows knitted together and he looked towards a mud wall on his left.
The village has a large population and limited land, and the houses are close together. The mud walls have poor sound insulation, and usually a neighbor coughing against the wall can be heard inside the house.
Ye Xiaoman's cruel voice could be clearly heard in the two alleys in front and behind on the quiet night.
"pain--"
"Be gentle! Be gentle!"
The new aunt's voice seemed to be crying.
"I'm still young, I don't want to die—"
Lights were turned on in the windows on both sides of the neighbors, and a few meaningless laughs were heard.
Kong Erxiao and Zhu Chuideng were lying side by side. He smacked his lips in surprise: "Brother Deng, I didn't expect your uncle to be so energetic at the age of nearly fifty."
Zhu Chuideng raised his long legs and kicked Kong Erxiao down, "Get out."
"No, no, I have something to discuss with you." Kong Erxiao grinned and rubbed the edge. "Brother, are you free later?"
Not wanting Zhu Chuideng to refuse, Kong Erxiao folded his hands and begged him.
"My mother and I are going to town to sell some furs. We are running out of food at home. We are thinking that we will be back late and will have to pass through the back of the mountain, so we would like to ask Brother Deng and the brothers to help escort us."
Kong Erxiao said fearfully, "Someone died in the village again today..."
Zhu Chuideng also fell silent.
The village has been very unstable in the past six months.
People disappeared every now and then. Sometimes an entire family disappeared out of thin air, and sometimes woodcutters who went into the mountains never came back. Later, it developed to the point where villagers would disappear while working in the fields. Their bodies disappeared without a trace, and only a pool of blood would be found on the spot.
In troubled times, evil spirits will surely emerge.
The villagers immediately realized that this was a haunted place.
There may be a being that is invisible to mortals, hiding in the back mountains or concealed in the village, staring at the living with a hungry stomach, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
The villagers discovered that the evil spirits tended to attack people who were alone, so they began to agree on collective action. The women went to the river to wash clothes at the same time, and the men called their friends to go to the fields to work together.
The dirt road leading from the village to the town is the most haunted, but the villagers have to go to the town to sell goods in order to make a living, so Kong Erxiao came to ask Zhu Chuideng for help today.
Zhu Chuideng agreed.
Kong Erxiao was extremely grateful. He told Zhu Chuideng, "The village chief has gone to the town again to ask monks to exorcise the evil spirits."
Zhu Chuideng disagreed, "The village is going to be cheated out of money again."
Kong Erxiao was melancholy: "There's nothing we can do about it. Only monks can deal with evil spirits, and we can't just let people keep dying in the village."
They all knew that there would be no truly talented and knowledgeable masters in a small place like theirs. Unless they went to the city and asked the monks from the big sects deep in the fairy mountains for help, they would just be cheated by fake monks again and again.
But right now, the immortal sects are busy fighting, and no cultivator cares about the lives of ordinary people.
The village chief also went to the sects in the city to kowtow and give gifts, but no one was willing to come.
Kong Erxiao knew Zhu Chuideng's life experience and knew that he hated monks the most, so he ended the conversation, made an appointment with Zhu Chuideng to escort him, and said goodbye to go home.
Kong Erxiao blew a whistle, and a group of teenagers came running out from the corner. They respectfully called Zhu Chuideng "Big Brother", held torches, and walked away in a bustling group.
Zhu blew out the lamp and returned to the house. He stood in the small courtyard. The light was still on in his uncle's room, and his new aunt was still moving, but she was no longer shouting.
He felt that he should go over and knock on the door to confirm whether his new aunt was alive or dead. He raised his hand outside his uncle's house, but then felt that he could not change her fate. He shook his head in self-mockery and walked away.
Zhu Chuideng returned to the woodshed where he had lived since he was a child.
Most of the woodshed was filled with miscellaneous items, and the remaining space was occupied by a bed.
Two heads popped out from under the torn quilt. When they saw him, they told him, "Tall guy, Daddy is beating Sister Cherry."
Zhu Chuideng: "Sister Cherry?"
The two young men from the Zhu family had been bribed by Ye Xiaoman's small favors and asked worriedly, "Will she be beaten to death by her father?"
Zhu Chuideng's mouth twitched. He took out two balls of cotton and ordered the two children to plug their ears with them.
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