Chapter 32
Rong Jing was holding an evil ghost in his hand like garbage. The evil ghost was limp all over, with its head drooping in a strange posture and its overly thin limbs dragging on the ground. As his fingers loosened, the evil ghost's body fell lightly, and then exploded within milliseconds, turning into thick black smoke and disappearing.
After seeing this scene, what else did Han Yu not understand?
After all this time, the guy who saved Xue Cang turned out to be a fellow practitioner, so... the talisman on Xue Cang should also have been put by him.
He said that when he fought with Xue Cang before, why didn't Xue Cang take out this good thing? Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up almost dying in the garbage dump.
Han Yu looked at Xue Cang, then at Rong Jing.
The boy was wearing a simple T-shirt and black sports shorts, revealing his white arms and long legs. This simple outfit made him look particularly young and immature, almost like a high school student.
In other words... it can't exert any pressure on people at all.
However, his talisman paper is quite powerful.
Han Yu pondered this internally, the curve of his lips remaining unchanged, though the chill in his eyes grew even stronger. After all, seeing the last survivor of Liuyun Temple about to perish at his hands, only to have an uninvited guest suddenly arrive and interrupt this beautiful moment, Han Yu couldn't possibly be in a good mood.
"You want to save it?" He lifted the dumb kid in his hand up to eye level, then tilted his head to look at the dumb kid. The kid curled up into a ball, trembling with fear under his gaze. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "To be honest, I don't understand why this useless kid has such a place in your hearts that I've found a weak spot."
"You talk too much." Rong Jing politely commented on his nagging behavior, but the seemingly innocent tone was not much different from provocation. Han Yu's expression was slightly stiff, and his eyes became more and more unfriendly.
Then, with a sneer, he tightened his fingers without hesitation.
Since you think he talks too much, then this kid should just die.
Pop.
The familiar golden light burst out again, and a crackling sound like shattering glass was heard under Han Yu's fingers. The scene of scoring several goals made his anger reach its peak. He threw away the dumb little ghost, picked up the peach wood sword in his hand and stabbed it towards Rong Jing.
The dumb kid struggled in mid-air and floated towards Xue Cang, who raised his hand with difficulty and hugged him in his arms.
Not far away, Rong Jing raised his hand, and his slender white fingers suddenly grasped the tip of the long sword as it was pointed at his face. As soon as he grasped it, he felt a strong burning sensation from the surface of the long sword to his palm.
Rong Jing hissed softly.
I almost forgot, this guy in front of me is not a little devil. Although he killed many people, he is a legitimate Taoist priest.
Taoist talismans are the best weapons to deal with small zombies like him.
But it doesn’t matter, he also has talisman paper.
Rong Jing took out one and pressed it against his body. A cool breath entered his burned palm, instantly suppressing the stinging pain and soothing the wound. Furthermore, when Rong Jing once again firmly grasped the longsword, he was no longer affected by any factors.
The ups and downs of emotions that Han Yu had originally hoped to see in Xue Cang were now unexpectedly fully revealed in him.
When he first saw Rong Jing catch the sword with one hand, but his hand was injured, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart -
It seems that's it.
As a result, the next second, as the talisman paper was applied, Rong Jing's hand was not only fine, he even felt the sword in his hand being tightly gripped by a strong force.
Before Han Yu could show a shocked expression, he heard a crackling sound of breaking.
The peach wood sword exploded with a bang, and countless fragments fell to the ground and were stepped on by Rong Jing.
"you……"
Han Yu's pupils shrank slightly. This peach wood sword was a gift from his uncle-master. It had been blessed and even soaked in the resentment of many evil spirits. Even against the Taoist priests of Liuyun Temple, it could barely hold its own. How come it was so easily crushed into pieces in Rong Jing's hands?
What a joke!
He was surprised, but Rong Jing thought it was natural.
This is called great efforts to create miracles.
He took a step forward, and Han Yu subconsciously took a step back.
Rong Jing frowned at the cowardly look. He raised his hand and waved it. Several pieces of talisman paper floated into the air and magically stayed suspended in the air. Then, several golden lights shot down from the center of the patterns on the talisman paper, forming a circle and trapping Han Yu in the center.
Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.
After a moment, he suddenly asked, "I haven't asked the Taoist priest yet, which school of thought did you come from?"
Rong Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled at someone who looked like a fool: "Do you think I would tell you and let you seek revenge?"
Han Yu wasn't angry when he heard this. He just said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just shocked. I, Han Yu, thought I knew everything about astronomy and geography, and that I knew the knowledge of the most powerful sects in the country. But I didn't realize there's a saying that goes, 'There's always someone better than you.' You, the Taoist priest, have such amazing abilities at such a young age. I'm sure your sect is just as powerful."
Rong Jing raised his head: "Of course, our sect is the best."
Han Yu patiently said, "If that's the case, it's okay for you to tell me, Taoist Priest."
Rong Jing: "Why is it okay?"
Han Yu: "It seems that you must be the youngest among the disciples. If you can easily destroy my peach wood sword, your teachers must be able to do the same. So, there is no need to worry about me seeking revenge. Besides, I am not a fool who would seek death."
Rong Jing felt that what he said was indeed quite reasonable, but he was curious: "If that's the case, why do you insist on knowing my master's sect?"
Han Yu: "Of course, it's so that my fellow apprentices will avoid you in the future, so that the flood won't wash away the Dragon King Temple, right?"
There was indeed no logical problem in Han Yu's words, but Xue Cang, who was lying on the hospital bed, felt his blood boiling. He was afraid that Rong Jing was still young and might leak the information about his master if he was not careful.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the next second, he saw Rong Jing pick up a peach wood sword and pierce Han Yu's heart: "Do I really look that much like a big fool?"
Seeing his deception had failed, Han Yu's eyes darkened, and he cursed softly before quickly retreating. However, his back collided with the golden pattern, causing a stinging sensation and the smell of blood to splatter. His expression changed slightly, and he lunged forward.
But in front of him was Rong Jing's peach wood sword. The tip of the peach wood sword was imprinted in his pupils, making him feel a strong threat.
Han Yu cursed again, and suddenly several yellow talisman papers flew out from his fingertips. As the talisman papers fell to the ground, a dazzling light flashed before his eyes. Rong Jing suddenly closed his eyes. When the burning sensation on his eyelids disappeared, when he opened his eyes again, Han Yu, who was trapped in the talisman formation, had disappeared without a trace, and his original place had been replaced by a strange little toy.
Rong Jing: “……?”
He walked forward, bent down and picked up the small toy. It was a strange-looking tumbler doll with a white face, red lips and an extremely exaggerated smile.
"A replacement talisman," the young man on the hospital bed struggled to push himself up, a hoarse and weak voice escaping from his throat, "Han Yu must have prepared a retreat long ago. He left a talisman on a tumbler somewhere. When he wants to escape, he only needs to stick the replacement talisman on himself to switch places with the tumbler."
After all, Xue Cang had traveled many times and knew much more than Rong Jing, the little zombie who had been lying in a coffin for twelve years.
Rong Jing squatted on the ground and observed, but the talisman paper had now turned into ashes and disappeared completely.
A bit regrettable.
He brushed off his clothes that were stained with dust, returned the peach wood sword he had brought with him to Xue Cang, and asked him, "How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xue Cang shook his head: "Thank you, I'm fine."
"I'm fine." But even if he was fine, he still had to ring the bell to inform the nurse that he woke up.
The nurse came with the doctor on duty and performed several examinations on Xue Cang late at night. Xue Cang's recovery ability was rare, but he had to stay in the hospital for a few more days so that his physical condition could be monitored in real time.
After tossing and turning in the middle of the night, Rong Jing was a little tired. He yawned continuously and tears were in his eyes. He left a sentence "I will help you contact the special department in Yancheng tomorrow" and turned back to his small room to sleep.
The door of the small room closed with a soft click, and the entire ward fell into absolute silence.
The lights were turned off, and Xue Cang lay awake in the darkness, his eyes filled with the horrific sight of blood and corpses at Liuyun Temple. The mute ghost, as if sensing something, came up to his pillow and gently nuzzled Xue Cang's face.
Xue Cang exhaled, touched the dumb kid's head with his fingers, smiled, and whispered, "Xiaoyu, thank you."
He knew that no one would pass by such a remote place.
The only possibility is that Xiaoyu risked his life to find someone to save him.
…
the next day.
The morning light is warm and soft.
There was a bustling sound outside the inpatient department. Special Assistant Song walked into the elevator carrying breakfast. Just as he was about to lower his head to press the close door button, a shadow fell on the corner of his eye. He subconsciously turned his head and saw an unexpected face.
"Mr. Xie?!"
Xie Changshi was wearing a simple shirt and trousers. He did not have the formality and indifference of his usual suit and tie, but rather looked casual.
"Why are you here? Have you dealt with Haishi's matter?"
Although it seemed a bit strange for a special assistant to ask the president this, Xie Changshi didn't react much. He just casually explained, "I'm not needed for the follow-up matters. Zhang Yiming stayed there."
oh.
I understand.
Mr. Xie from their family could have come back later, but he probably knew what happened last night, so he shortened his plans and left first.
Arriving at the 12th floor, Song Qing went to see the doctor to inquire about the patient's condition, while Xie Changshi opened the door of 1206 with the breakfast that he and Song Qing had prepared. As soon as the door opened, Xue Cang saw him.
He thought for a moment and guessed that the other party was probably looking for Rong Jing, so he pointed in the direction of the small room.
Xie Changshi nodded to him, turned around, pushed open the door of the small room, and then closed it gently.
As far as the eye could see, Rong Jing was huddled in the small bed, most of her face buried in the pillow. The soft quilt was tucked up at her waist, and her well-proportioned legs were carelessly draped over the edge of the bed, looking as if they were about to fall off.
Xie Changshi put the breakfast on the small table, walked over, held his slender white ankles and pushed them in, then bent down and pulled out the balled-up quilt. But as soon as his fingers moved, the other party seemed to have noticed it, raised his arm and grabbed his arm, pulled him down hard and threw him to sit on the bed, then moved his nose, sniffed the familiar scent, and rubbed against his arms like a puppy.
In a very strange posture, with her upper body lying in his arms and her lower body on the bed, she continued to sleep with her head buried in her sleep.
Xie Changshi: “…”
He stretched out his finger to poke Rong Jing's face, but Rong Jing grabbed it and yelled at him fiercely: "Don't poke me."
His breathing rose and fell, penetrating through his shirt and touching Xie Changshi's abdominal muscles.
The vague warm touch felt like little ants crawling across the skin, making it very itchy. Xie Changshi became ruthless, picked up the person, forcibly pulled him away, and put him on the bed.
Rong Jing opened his eyes and accused him with a somewhat resentful look: "Xie Changshi, you have changed. Now you don't even want to let me lean on you to sleep for a while."
Xie Changshi stood up and casually patted his wrinkled shirt, saying nonchalantly, "I rushed back and didn't even get two hours of sleep last night. And you still wanted to sleep leaning on me, Rong Jing, do you little zombies have any conscience?"
Rong Jing looked down at his heart and asked Xie Changshi, "Do you want to feel it? My conscience is still alive and beating very fast."
Xie Changshi did not touch his conscience, but rubbed his messy hair and called him to get up: "Wash up and have breakfast."
When Rong Jing heard the word "breakfast", he felt full of strength again. He jumped out of bed in a few seconds and ran to the bathroom with disposable toiletries.
After breakfast, Xie Changshi and Song Qing went to the company, and Rong Jing called Chi Bai and asked him to go to the hospital.
Chi Bai came with Aqiu.
With his hands in his pockets, he walked to Xue Cang's side with an unfocused look, pulled a chair and sat down, then asked, "Xue Cang from Liuyun Temple?"
Xue Cang leaned on the pillow, his face still a little pale, but compared to last night, he was in much better condition.
He nodded to Chi Bai, curled his lips and greeted him.
Chi Bai picked up the grinning little devil he had brought from the special department and asked Xue Cang, "Do you recognize it?"
Xue Cang stared at the little ghost for a while, then whispered, "This one and the one beside Rong Jing were both raised by our uncle-master from Liuyun Temple. I've already heard what happened from Rong Jing, and I'm sorry... but they truly meant no harm. They were seriously injured while protecting their master, losing their self-awareness. Their owner died, so they wandered uncontrollably to other places."
When talking about "the one who feeds him dies", Xue Cang's Adam's apple rolled and his tone paused slightly.
Although his emotions and facial expressions did not fluctuate much, everyone present noticed that his hands on the quilt were tightening little by little, and the exposed knuckles were pinched with marks whiter than snow. It was obvious that he was trying hard to restrain his anger and grief.
Chi Bai and Aqiu looked at each other.
After Chi Bai handed the leaf marking matter to Aqiu to investigate, Aqiu went to Liuyun Temple in person. But when Aqiu arrived at Liuyun Temple, it was empty, with only traces of blood on the ground and walls.
Even though it was still unclear what the situation was with Liuyun Temple, Aqiu could guess that Liuyun Temple would definitely end up in a bad way.
Chi Bai was young, and his mouth hadn't experienced the harshness of society, so he often said things that others didn't like. But today, he consciously controlled his words and, after thinking it over, simply gave the opportunity to A Qiu to avoid losing control and causing trouble, and unconsciously rubbing salt into Xue Cang's wounds.
Ah Qiu glanced at him, his face showing the satisfaction of a grown-up son. He then calmed down and said to Xue Cang, "Don't worry, our special department is very sensible. Those two little brats were discovered in time and haven't caused any unforgivable consequences or losses, so under normal circumstances, they will just be punished and detained."
Then he asked, "Would you mind telling us what happened in Liuyun Temple? I just came back from your Liuyun Temple yesterday, and there was no one inside—"
Before he could finish his words, Xue Cang raised his red eyes and said, "What did you say, no one is here?"
Ah Qiu nodded: "Yes, I didn't see the corpse of your fellow disciple."
Xue Cang suddenly thought of Han Yu's words, "You and your fellow disciples won't even have the chance to become ghosts." His heart suddenly sank, and he muttered, "When I escaped, the bodies of Master and the others were still there."
He drooped his head helplessly, covering his face with his hands. His voice was extremely hoarse. "Actually, I don't know what happened to Liuyun Temple. When I returned, it was a sea of corpses. Later, Han Yu showed up and has been hunting me ever since. He never mentioned his hatred for Liuyun Temple, but after fighting him several times, it seems he was the one who caused the situation at Liuyun Temple."
"You mean he killed so many people from your Liuyun Temple by himself?" Chi Bai couldn't help but interrupt, "But didn't he almost die at the hands of Rong Jing last night?"
Chi Bai was not very familiar with Liuyun Temple, but Aqiu knew a little about it. Although Liuyun Temple could not compare with the great Taoist temples like Qingyun Temple, the master of the temple was still very powerful, and he had more than ten Taoists under his command. It was impossible for them to be slaughtered by Han Yu alone.
This is really unacceptable.
"In fact, I also noticed something was wrong when I fought with Han Yu. He is indeed stronger than me, but definitely not as strong as my master, so I doubt what he said."
But no matter what, the fact is that his master was slaughtered.
"Maybe he is lying to you, or maybe he is using some magical weapon." Aqiu gave the answer.
Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the window. Several people in the room looked towards the window. As soon as Cheng Puyu came in, he was met with several pairs of eyes, and then subconsciously shrank back silently.
Then he thought of Rong Jing, who was there, so he thought of nothing to worry about and rushed in decisively.
Only then did everyone see that it was holding a rope in its hand, and at the other end of the rope was a little ghost.
Rong Jing blinked and was about to ask what was going on when the dumb little ghost that had been clinging to Xue Cang started screaming in fear, as if it had been severely frightened. Xue Cang quickly tried to calm it down, then explained to Rong Jing and the others, "This little ghost was raised by Han Yu. When Han Yu was chasing us, it was always by his side."
"Who is Han Yu?" Cheng Puyu still didn't know what had happened in this ward, but he explained the origin of this little ghost. He said to Rong Jing, "Didn't you text me last night saying that you met a very cute mute little ghost? I wanted to see how cute it was. As a result, I just floated to the hospital and saw it bullying the hospital security guards, so I took a little action..."
As he spoke, his shoulders slumped, and he kicked the kid, a little angrily: "Who knew it could run so fast? I chased it for nine hours before I finally caught up with it and brought it here."
It’s not quite accurate to say it’s bullying, this kid is clearly intending to commit violence.
It stretched its neck to look at Chi Bai and A Qiu behind the mirror, and asked curiously, "Here in the human world, if people catch a murderer and turn him in to the police, there's a reward. Does your special unit have that?"
Chi Bai turned his head and looked at Aqiu: "Does our special department have it?"
Aqiu: "Of course."
Chi Bai turned his head back and said affirmatively, "Yes."
Aqiu: “…”
Cheng Puyu decisively threw the little ghost in front of them and said cheerfully, "Then I'll give it to you."
Han Yu relied on the little ghost to sniff Xue Cang's breath to hunt him down, so the little ghost naturally recognized Xue Cang. When it saw Xue Cang lying on the hospital bed, it guessed that Han Yu's plan last night had failed. Knowing that something was wrong, it quickly curled up into a ball and didn't dare to say a word.
But just when Chi Bai and the others were in trouble, a guy who had committed many evil things together with Han Yu finally showed up, and they naturally would not let go of the opportunity easily.
Chi Bai glanced at it twice, casually took out a piece of talisman paper, raised his chin, and said in a tone full of unquestionable threats: "Answer me, or I will send you to death immediately."
The little ghost shrank back again.
Chi Bai asked directly: "Why did Han Yu massacre the people of Liuyun Temple? He said that he slaughtered the entire Liuyun Temple by himself. Is this true?"
"I, I don't know."
"You don't know?" Chi Bai raised his voice and sneered. In the blink of an eye, the talisman paper was stuck on the little ghost's arm. In an instant, the little ghost's sharp and piercing scream almost broke the eardrum, and seemed to be faintly heard outside the door.
A nurse passing by noticed the sound, opened the door and looked towards the bed with some surprise.
Rong Jing, Chi Bai, A Qiu and Xue Cang turned around and looked at her.
Rong Jing curved her eyes and asked sweetly, "What's the matter, nurse?"
The nurse quickly waved her hands: "It's okay, it's okay, I just wanted to see if there was anything wrong with you."
Rong Jing answered obediently: "No, the patient said he feels fine now."
The patient, Xue Cang, nodded and smiled at the nurse: "Thank you for saving me last night."
The nurse waved her hands even more vigorously: "This is what we should do. You should have a good rest."
The door closed, and Chi Bai slowly withdrew his gaze. He held another piece of talisman paper between his long fingers, raised his chin towards the little ghost, and asked with a half-smile, "Do you understand now?"
The little ghost was trembling all over.
In just those few seconds, its arm was burned clean by the flames. At this moment, the arm was gone, but the stinging sensation of the fire remained.
It swallowed and struggled, "I really don't know. I'm just a little imp that's been kept in captivity. I can't get in touch with—"
Before he finished speaking, the talisman in Chi Bai's hand flew out again and stuck to the other arm of the little ghost.
Flames were everywhere and the screams of evil spirits resounded through the sky.
The door of the ward was pushed open again, and the nurse who had met her once before poked her head in again, and was met with four pairs of eyes again.
She was silent for a moment, then asked, "I just want to ask, have you four heard any strange screams?"
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