Republic of China

Chapter 12

Strength and blood were flowing rapidly along the wound.

The heart-piercing pain actually made Zhao Sanyuan, who was filled with rage, sober up a bit.

If the Xianjia hadn't reacted more quickly when tying the orifice, the two swords that suddenly struck from behind would have definitely killed Zhao Sanyuan.

At this moment, a sharp knife was stuck in Zhao Sanyuan's shoulder blade, and he was knocked to the ground.

The wound was deep but not fatal.

Zhao Sanyuan pinched Li Dongzhi's neck with one hand and stepped on Kang Muang's chest with one foot.

No resentment of being sneak-attacked by an acquaintance.

Because he has already seen some clues.

"You are not Lao Li!"

"Hehehe~~"

Li Dongzhi let out a scary, shrill laugh.

He was already being choked and should have been restrained completely.

Unexpectedly, his neck suddenly shook violently. The amplitude and frequency were completely contrary to common sense.

Kang Muang, who was under his feet, was also twitching and struggling.

No matter how you look at it, the movements don't look like they can be done by humans.

Zhao Sanyuan looked coldly and said nothing.

In appearance, there is no difference between them and Li Dongzhi and Kang Muang, even their skin color is the same.

But weirdly.

There is no spiritual fire between the two people's brows!

There is no protective lamp on the shoulder!

No matter how fierce the struggle was, there was still no breath between the nostrils!

He should be someone who can never die again!
click-

Li Dongzhi's body and head were separated, and he completely shook his body to pieces.

After his lower body landed on the ground, he staggered and picked up the sharp knife on the ground and stabbed Zhao Sanyuan in the chest.

Such a terrifying scene makes it hard not to feel like you are having a nightmare.

Even if a living person shakes his own head off, his headless body can still move independently, which is simply incredible!
In the midst of lightning and flint, Zhao Sanyuan used the Iron Banqiao to barely avoid the knife. He clasped Li Dongzhi's ankle with his other hand and threw him to the ground.

Continuous pounding again and again, no mercy.

However, in this moment of distraction, Kang Muang, who was stepping on his feet, had already taken advantage of the situation and disappeared into the night while jumping up and down.

It was too late to chase.

Yellow light flashes.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Xiaoliu cut off the binding and got down, transforming into a young man wearing a square hat.

His face was pale and green, with some worry and fear in his dark pupils.

Starting from the upper body, Huang Xiaoliu's strength and consciousness were controlled by Zhao Sanyuan, and he could not make the decision at all.

The disciple's soul is trapped in Bun Quan Qiao, and everything is dominated by the Immortal Family.

Although the disciples of Bunanbanqiao can control the body, they cannot borrow many magical powers from the immortal family.

All have pros and cons.

And Zhao Sanyuan is neither all nor half.

Not only can he borrow the magical powers of the Immortal Family, but he is not even controlled by the Immortal Family, let alone controlled by the Immortal Family.

If he insists on saying anything, he is controlled by the inner demon's anger growing deep in his heart.

As a result, Huang Xiaoliu's character also became angry.

If Zhao Sanyuan hadn't woken up a little from the pain after being stabbed twice, Huang Xiaoliu might not have been able to get down so easily.

It also felt for the first time the power and hidden dangers of the three Shuras in destiny.

Such a fate is more difficult than imagined. An ordinary person is at least a horse bandit leader. If he takes the incense but does not have a good master to guide him, he may become a monster that brings disaster to all parties.

In the future, unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better to keep your upper body uncovered. You will have to explain it to the other guardians later, and then ask the leader if there has been any precedent like this before.

But right now, there are more important things.

Zhao Sanyuan knelt on the chest of that half of the body and stabbed repeatedly with the sharp knife that he had snatched, threatening to kill him again.

There was nothing unusual about the touch of the sharp blade entering his body.

But there was not even a drop of blood.

"Boy! Come to your senses, it's no use even if you tear it into pieces. Listen to me, throw it into the fire, recite the An Earth God's mantra, and pinch it twelve times. If you don't obey, I will whip it. Do you believe it!?"

While Huang Xiaoliu scolded Zhao Sanyuan, he also breathed out a breath of immortal energy on his wound, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

Zhao Sanyuan trembled, his breathing calmed down slightly, and his bloodshot eyes returned to their normal appearance. "call--"

After taking a deep breath, he shook his head.

He was deeply impressed by everything that had just happened.

After all, it is still the person who controls the body.

No worries.

No regrets at all.

Zhao Sanyuan took out the matches and threw them at his feet.

It's dry in early autumn, and it's a wilderness. You can see dry leaves and broken branches everywhere, which can easily light a fire.

Watching the flames getting bigger and bigger, Zhao Sanyuan threw the still laughing head and half of the body into it.

"Do you know what this thing is?"

Huang Xiaoliu nodded, "Absolutely. It's definitely not a human being anyway. I met him once 40 years ago. Only by burning it can he reveal his true form."

Then, Zhao Sanyuan threw them all into the fire according to the Xian family's instructions.

Recite the An Di Divine Mantra orally, tie the sword fingers on your right hand, and perform the twelve techniques to transform the void into space.

"Yuanshi'an Town is a place where everything is prosperous."

"Yuedu is a true official, and the land is only ordered."

"Zuoshe Youji, don't panic."

"Return to the right path, clarify inside and outside."

"Each place, guard the altar."

"Your Majesty has an order to search for evil spirits."

The sword refers to three strokes as horizontal strokes, nine strokes as vertical strokes, and the last stroke draws a circle around it, returning to the original starting point.

The corpse in the fire still didn't seem to feel any pain.

However, after being exposed to flames, the range of movement was greatly reduced.

The fire burned the skin, and the oil and water dripping down from the scorch made the flames even more intense.

Zhao Sanyuan frowned and was shocked by the next scene.

Under the gradually roasted charred skin.

No flesh and blood.

There are no bones.

But a paper-pricked person with a cheerful smile!

But unlike the folk paper-pricked people, this one’s eyes were dotted with blood!
After the real body under the skin was exposed, the paper-pricked person suddenly twitched, and there was a ghost crying and howling inside.

Zhao Sanyuan's face was full of disgust.

Although I don't understand it, I can still tell that this is the most evil technique of Men Yin.

"What exactly is this?"

Huang Xiaoliu pointed at the fire and said meaningfully: "Boy, the water at the bottom of the mountain is much murkier than you think. Do you remember the old man taught you how to give someone a substitute? The purpose is to prevent disasters for those in need. , and this thing is just the opposite, it only seeks to cause disaster."

This thing is called a substitute ghost.

"Hepi Jing" records that the substitute ghost uses freshly peeled human skin as its body, blood-stained paper as its bones, and the soul of a dead person as its soul. It is cooked and fried with corpse oil for seventeen and a half days in the leap month. The flames are turned off at two o'clock in the morning. Pot, that's it for the stand-in.

It doesn't have any powerful magic, but it is agile and cunning. The most powerful thing is that it can change ordinary people's perception of its appearance. Even close relatives can find it extremely difficult to detect the clues. It cannot be damaged by swords and guns. It must be burned with fire to break its appearance. Then make a hand and recite a mantra to completely disperse the lonely soul in the person's body.

Compared with the folk substitutes, this scapegoat is full of evil and evil, no matter which steps or materials it uses.

But the stand-in has three drawbacks.

If you don't get close, you will kill the karma.

Second, stay away from temples and palaces.

Three is not close to the horoscope Chunyang.

In short, generals and executioners who hold a lot of lives in their hands, such as generals and executioners who lead troops in war, are scared to see ghosts.

Taoist temples, ancient temples and government agencies have their own dignity. It is said that the Tao has its own laws and the state has its prestige. There are also ordinary people who simply use the iron-blooded eighteen-star military flag to ward off evil spirits, and the effect is surprisingly good.

Needless to say, the birth date and horoscope are all Yang. If you see a ghost, you will have to take a detour. You really can’t afford to offend it. This is how ghosts get worried.

Therefore, when the stand-in ghost encounters these, not only cannot they imitate their appearance, but they also cannot get close to them.

But then again.

Who in their right mind has access to this kind of shit?
Never even heard of it.

Zhao Sanyuan carried the dagger and walked in the direction where the other stand-in escaped.

"The world at the foot of the mountain is really not easy to deal with. I almost lost my life even when I called the police."

(End of this chapter)