Whether it hurts to death, Liao Wenjie thinks it's useless. It's up to Ghost Wangda to decide for himself. If the legs are on his body, if he says it's comfortable, then it's comfortable.
Liao Wenjie swung the ax from the underworld with a dark face. Every time it fell, Leon would hit it with a hammer, just like blacksmithing.
What they strike with iron is impurities, they strike with curses.
He specializes in magic. Leon's special skill is catching ghosts. He is good at cling film and milk and other evil theories. He doesn't have much experience in exorcising curses.
This is the first time for Ghost King Da.
Although the experience is not very rich, it is the same as having nothing at all, but this does not affect Leon at all. He uses his clever little mind and thinks about whether to break or establish, and to break and then establish. Only in this way can the curse be completely eradicated.
Therefore, he asked Liao Wenjie to break Gui Wangda's leg with an axe, and then let him repair it with a hammer. Over and over again, the curse was driven out of the body bit by bit.
It was so simple and crude that no one else would dare to think about it except him.
Precisely because of his strange thinking, which no one else would have thought of, he actually achieved some results.
While Ghost King Da was moaning and groaning, he felt an indescribable soreness in his lame leg. Especially the moment of being interrupted was the most comfortable moment.
The principle is similar to being bitten by a mosquito and itching badly. Just poke it with your fingernail and it will hurt but feel comfortable.
Liao Wenjie's Taoist skills were still intact, and he could see clearly that every time he broke Gui Wangda's lame leg with an axe, a large amount of black energy would escape. It was okay at the beginning, but as he went to the back, the black energy leaked out.
There are more and more, and there is no way to stop the blowout.
In addition, Ghost King Da himself said that he felt comfortable, so he let go of his scruples and started beating the ax harder.
Bang! Bang! Bang————
Ten minutes later, the dark lame leg faded, turning from dark to bright, and gradually changed towards a normal human skin color.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the black curse rebounded, madly rendering the ink color, and once again dyed Ghost King Da's lame leg into pitch black.
"Hiss, there is such a thing!"
Leon pulled down his sunglasses and was very unhappy that the treatment failed: "Ajie, if you try harder, I don't believe you can't handle it."
"Wait a moment, wait a moment, I want to catch my breath first."
Gui Wangda raised his hand to shout stop, limped up from the ground, turned on the faucet, drank large gulps of cold water, and finally touched his trousers, which were probably towels, and wiped his sweaty head.
"Cool!"
"Have you rested? Come and lie down when you're done. There will be more fun later." Leon urged, this matter is not over today, he is at odds with the curse, and it won't be easy for anyone to come.
"No, no, my body is not as strong as before, I'm afraid I'll die."
Ghost King Da wiped his sweat while waving his hands and said: "To be honest, there were senior masters like you who successfully exorcised the curse on my leg in the past, but as a result, this thing will grow back on its own, and I can't kill it all."
Absolutely."
"Then didn't you tell me earlier?"
"How can I feel better after telling you?"
"Oh, you actually have some sense. Let's see if I can't kill you today."
Leon rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to fight, but Liao Wenjie on the side raised his hand to stop him.
"Calm down, hitting him will only make him happy, don't fall into the trap."
After stopping Leon, Liao Wenjie frowned and looked at the Ghost King: "Although I don't know much about evil arts such as curses, but this on your leg, with all due respect...is the curse really on your leg?"
"sharp!"
Ghost King Da raised his hand and gave a thumbs up: "Ajie, you have a good vision. The curse is indeed not on my leg, it is on another person's leg."
"How to say?"
"Back then, when I was participating in a kickboxing competition, I picked out neon karate masters. When I encountered nonsense, I didn't just break my legs. At that time, some people in the same field told me that I shouldn't be too arrogant, especially those who practice martial arts, interrupting others.
If you cut off someone's legs, it will be like crippling someone else's life. If you stop it, you can leave yourself a way out."
Gui Wangda gave a bitter smile and continued: "I was young and energetic...well, I was too arrogant at the time and couldn't listen to a good word. I still went my own way."
"So, you were retaliated by Neon?"
"Um."
Oni Wangda continued to talk. He participated in the Neon Free Fighting Competition for three consecutive years and won the championship in all of them. Any karate master, no matter what genre, would end up with a broken leg if he encountered him.
In just the past three years, he has been playing Neon Karate to a fault, and his international influence has been declining.
Of course, he is not a stubborn fool. He ignores the challenge letters from the old guys and only picks people of his own age to attack.
Finally one day, a karate master from the Duan Shui Shui sect came out. This sect practices ancient martial arts karate. It is not well-known in the outside world, but its status in the neon martial arts world is very high.
Duanshui Shui's group lives a low-key life and does things in a low-key manner. Each generation of hall owners only accepts two or three disciples and lives a life of ascetic cultivation in seclusion.
Passed down from generation to generation, it has a history of thousands of years, and the sect has an amazing heritage.
Cao Dahua received a letter of challenge and faced off against the masters of the Duan Shui Shui sect in a Sino-Japanese friendly competition. The two sides fought, and the opponent was obviously prepared. In order to wash away the stain of karate, he specialized in the ghost king's hand.
In this duel, the opponent was evenly matched, and in the end, the two fought to the death. Gui Wangda suffered an external injury and a broken leg, and Gao Tu injured his waist internally due to the water flow.
The game ended here. According to the rules, Gui Wangda was unable to stand and was sentenced to KO.
"Wait a minute, I've been talking for a long time. Where did the curse go? When was the curse placed on you?" Liao Wenjie couldn't help but interrupt. Gui Wangda boasted about himself throughout the whole process and never mentioned a single word of business.
"I didn't know about the curse at the time. Later, my broken leg couldn't heal well, so I realized something was wrong. I asked a senior expert for treatment, and they told me... the situation was very troublesome."
The curse of Ghost King Dazhong is very evil. It was done by a master of neon spells himself. He found a scapegoat with the same birthday and horoscope as him, and then obtained his hair essence and blood. He first put the curse on the scapegoat, and then indirectly passed it on to the ghost.
On the ghost king's body.
"No, you were too careless. Forgetting your hair, why did you even draw your blood?" Liao Wenjie was very surprised. Gui Wangda's trick of deceiving people was a bit old, but there should be no problem with his IQ.
"Ah this..."
Ghost King Da was at a loss for words. It was a long story. It was a stormy night when he met the neon female fans who had formed a group... Five million words are omitted here... His hair and blood were all blown away.
People took it away.
Leon asked: "So, if you can't find a scapegoat, the curse on you will never be removed?"
"Yes, that's it."
Ghost King Da shook his head. In the past, many well-meaning people helped him search for the scapegoat in Neon, but they were too hidden and there were no clues at all.
He himself knew very well that in the vast sea of people, let alone deliberately hiding the scapegoat, even if he just randomly found a corner and threw it away, he would not be able to find it in a hundred years.
"Looking at what happened just now, if I guessed correctly, the scapegoat is not dead yet, right?"
"Yes, I will be free if he dies."
The Ghost King sighed: "The curse not only made me lose my legs for the rest of my life, but also squeezed my martial arts. In just three months, I lost all my martial arts, and I have never been able to practice martial arts again."
"So magical?"
"There's something even more amazing."
Ghost King Da said: "I suspect that my martial arts was not abolished, but was passed on to the scapegoat by the curse. In other words, even if I practice from scratch, I will only benefit the scapegoat."
"According to what you said, that person is not a scapegoat, but a beneficiary."
Liao Wenjie wanted to ask something else, such as if the curse was so awesome, were there any other victims? But then he thought about it, if the curse was so awesome, if it could be mass-produced, Neon would have ridden on his godfather's head.
I had a pee, but I am still as cowardly as a grandson now.
"Ajie, wait for me to rest for an hour, and then you can hit me again."
"???"
A string of question marks floated across Liao Wenjie's forehead. What does it mean? Is it asking for abuse, humiliation, or is it just personal preference?
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not a pervert. Even if I were, I would still be the one who hits people."
Gui Wangda hurriedly explained: "I just think that martial arts can be transferred away. If I am injured, the other party will definitely suffer as well. Breaking my leg is equivalent to breaking the other party's leg."
"In that case, why don't you do it yourself?"
"I'm afraid of the pain and can't do it."
"..."
Liao Wenjie shook his head. He felt unreliable. It was understandable for experts in martial arts to pass on the harm... Is the person opposite him a pervert?
It doesn't seem impossible. After all, Neon is famous for being a pervert. It ranks first in the world rankings all year round and is unshakable.
"Cripple, come here, try a bottle of milk. I think it might be useful." Leon took out a large bottle of milk from his suitcase. He bought it in the supermarket a few days ago. The shelf life has expired 24 hours ago, so it can't be wasted.
"If you hadn't taken it out earlier, it would have caused me to drink so much cold water just now..."
Ghost King Da took the milk and drank it down, then his expression suddenly changed.
"How's it going? Is it very effective?"
"No, your milk doesn't taste right!"
Ghost King Da was livid, and hurried to the sink, holding his throat and started retching. As he vomited, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He was running so smoothly...
Not lame anymore!
"There's no reason. I've drank milk before, no..."
"Don't ask, exclusive secrets will not be shared."
Leon pushed up his sunglasses: "Ajie, I understand. I underestimated milk before. It can not only catch ghosts, but also expel curses."
"Haha, if you try again, milk can still make people pregnant!"
Liao Wenjie curled his lips. He knew very well what was going on with Leon. It was purely an unimaginable act of mental power, and there was nothing wrong with it at all.
The treatment results were mixed. Although it did not completely remove the curse of Ghost King, nor did it allow him to recover his martial arts, it did allow him to get rid of the booster. As long as he keeps the milk in his hand, he is a fat man who can walk normally.
"Ajie, expert in catching ghosts, remember to come back and beat me another day. Don't forget it."
"It's easy to talk about. If my hands are itchy some other time, I will definitely pay you a visit again." Leon looked back three times at a time. This room was full of gold, and he would come back more often.
Liao Wenjie, on the other hand, didn't look back when he heard the words and hurried on. He was just a passerby and had no idea who Ajie and the ghost-catching expert were.