I cursed secretly and wanted to go over with a stick to help.
After all, it is Boss Tang that I hate, not the two demon-slayers from northern Shanxi.
But before I could take action, I saw Chang Wanqing suddenly rush over and hit the female corpse on the back with a split palm.
The force of this palm was so great that the female corpse that was hit on the spot spat out a breath of black air. The black air continued to twist in the air, and then Duotou rushed towards Chang Wanqing.
Chang Wanqing shouted: "Evil heretics! Retreat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of light in mid-air, like the flash of a camera. The newly formed ghost was instantly evaporated by the light.
That was the soul that Zhenzhai Zombie once swallowed, and was beaten to pieces as soon as it was spit out.
Chang Wanqing was unyielding and kept shooting with both hands. With each shot, a cloud of black air would spurt out from the Zhenzhai corpse's mouth. However, with each puff of black air it sprayed, its face would become more withered.
It dawned on me that the zombies actually stay alive by devouring souls. The fewer souls there are, the less able they are to support the body.
As long as you punch out all the dead souls in its belly, this thing will be equivalent to an ordinary corpse!
Chang Wanqing's face was serious, and his hands were flying up and down. In an instant, seven or eight clouds of black energy were floating in the air. The female corpse of the town house was beaten so angry that she suddenly screamed, gave up Xiao Qi, and rushed towards Chang Wanqing fiercely.
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Chang Wanqing shouted: "Brother Zhang! Save people!"
He tossed it casually, and a ball of fire suddenly appeared in mid-air. When illuminated by the fire, the surrounding black energy dissipated. Then Chang Wanqing rolled up his sleeves and punched the corpse of the housekeeper. The chin of the female corpse was instantly crooked.
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I was secretly shocked, this guy is so fierce! No wonder he dared to touch Zhenzhai’s corpse!
The Zhenzhai corpse was attracted by Chang Wanqing's aura and kept rushing forward, but Chang Wanqing kept his footing and punched him one after another.
The female corpse that was smashed this time no longer breathed black air, but her cheeks were twisted and her bones were dislocated. A beautiful woman in a red wedding dress was beaten until she withered.
I didn't care to look any further and hurriedly grabbed Xiao Qi who was lying on the ground. This unlucky kid had his soul sucked by the female corpse for a long time, and even his hair turned white.
I stretched out my hand to explore under his nose, and then shook my head secretly. He lost too much soul, and if he couldn't recover it, he would either become a short-lived ghost, or he would be weak and sickly for the rest of his life.
He may even become a possession vessel for ghosts on the streets, and any ghost can possess him.
Chang Wanqing punched one after another, like a calm boxer. The red wedding dress on Zhenzhai's corpse was torn, revealing the white undershirt underneath.
It's just that this guy has a hundred years of experience. Although he was beaten miserably, he still fought from left to right and was extremely brave.
I was about to drag Ah Qi back when I heard Chang Wanqing panting: "Brother Zhang! Can you lend me the tantric iron rod?"
It turns out that Chang Wanqing knew the Tantric Iron Rod.
I saw Chang Wanqing panting and sweating profusely, and knowing that he was also very tired, I threw it away without even thinking about it and shouted: "Catch it!"
Chang Wanqing suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the Tantric iron rod. He took off his gloves, and the yang energy from his body passed through. When he brushed the stick, there was a click, and the shoulder of the female corpse was broken.
He perked up and shouted: "What a magical weapon!"
He had been wearing Yin-Yang gloves before, and although he had the upper hand, he did not cause any substantial damage to the female corpse in the house.
As soon as the tantric iron rod was released, one of the opponent's arms immediately dropped limply.
This thing is not a zombie after all. Strictly speaking, it is more like a container hiding the souls of the dead.
While he was thinking about it, he saw Chang Wanqing using the tantric iron rod to great effect, and even golden lines appeared on the surface of the iron rod.
It was inspired by the yang energy in Chang Wanqing's body and activated the Buddhist inscriptions on the iron rod.
Now the female corpse in the town house couldn't bear it any longer, so she screamed and ran back. But after running two steps, she heard the cracking of fractures, and the female corpse fell to the ground with a pop.
Chang Wanqing rushed forward, and with a loud roar, the Tantric iron rod penetrated the neck of the female corpse like a nail, nailing it to the ground.
This guy crawled on the ground and twitched twice, then couldn't move anymore.
I was so amazed when I saw it. The devil-killing hand in northern Shanxi was so powerful! This guy almost took down the corpse of the town house with a pair of fists and a tantric iron rod, with real swords and guns.
With this ability, among the people I have met, only Third Uncle and Thunderbolt can be compared to each other!
Perhaps we should also add a guard envoy Wang Buping who has never taken action.
Chang Wanqing took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Thank you so much, little brother Zhang, I just soiled your tantric iron rod."
I hurriedly said, "The Tantric iron rod is used to subdue demons and eliminate demons. It doesn't matter if it gets dirty."
"Mr. Chang, are you okay?"
Chang Wanqing shook his head: "It's just a little weak. This guy is quite difficult to deal with, but after all, it has flesh and blood, and it can't compare to the ethereal souls of the dead."
I admired: "You have collected all the dead souls it spit out."
Chang Wanqing shook his head again: "It's different. Its essence is that of a zombie. No matter how many dead souls it spits out, its essence cannot be changed. Zombies and ghosts are two different forms of evil spirits, but they are related to each other.
It's like water and ice."
My heart moved, and what he said made sense. I had read a book before, which also talked about the relationship between zombies and the dead.
These two kinds of evil spirits are essentially the same, but their manifestations are different. For example, glutinous rice can suppress zombies, but cannot deal with ghosts. Another example is that soul-killing incense can drive away dead souls, but has no effect on zombies.
Chang Wanqing's ability to say such things shows that his understanding of zombies and ghosts has surpassed many exorcists.
I just don’t know who is stronger or weaker between him and his third uncle.
Chang Wanqing took a deep breath, then walked up to Ah Qi. He checked it carefully and then shook his head slightly.
I said: "Mr. Chang, Ah Qi..."
Chang Wanqing said: "It doesn't matter, I just lost one soul and two souls."
He took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms and wrote the birth date and birth date with Ah Qi's blood. Then he walked to the corpse of the woman who held the house and put the talisman paper on the back of its head.
He saw the black energy condensing and swirling around continuously. When the talisman paper turned completely black, he took out the talisman paper and stuffed it into Ah Qi's mouth.
Seeing me staring intently, Chang Wanqing smiled and said: "It's just some small tricks to make me laugh."
I exclaimed: "The soul-stealing talisman! This is no small trick!"
Chang Wanqing didn't take it seriously and said: "The housekeeper female corpse is good at swallowing souls, so she can get back the soul and soul that Ah Qi lost. If it were normal times, this method would not work."
The more I watched, the more I felt that Chang Wanqing was not simple. First, he pretended to be a wandering soul, used light and shadow runes to attack the dead souls, and then used a pair of fists to beat the female corpse of the housekeeper without any temper.
In the end, the soul-stealing talisman that had been lost for a long time was used.
You must know that this thing comes from the Ancestral Temple of the Queen Mother of the West in Tianshan Mountain. This kind of charm has been passed down as early as the late Qing Dynasty.
Suddenly I thought of a possibility. The curse-free road that Boss Tang mentioned was probably what Chang Wanqing told him, right?
Just as I was thinking about whether to ask him, suddenly the lights were dazzling, and a van rushed over with a screeching brake. Several strong men got out of the car and walked toward us.
The leader shone a flashlight on our faces unscrupulously, which made me unable to open my eyes.
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