My staff is inhuman

Chapter 18 Master, I don't want to!
【Fine Fire Talisman】: Stimulate one's own energy, summon a fire spell, and cause great damage to evil spirits. The more perfect one's own energy is, the higher the fire damage will be.

A hot current rose from the lower abdomen all over the body and rushed to the shoulders, and a warm feeling flooded the back of the body.

"what!!"

The screams of foreman Zhou could be heard next to his ears, and a black mist drifted away from his body.

Zhang Yi felt his body lighten up, raised the sword in his hand, and struck towards the top of Mrs. Qing's head in front of him.

"Stab!"

The hemp rope on Mrs. Qing's head was cut off immediately after touching the blazing fire.

The evil ghost holding the hemp rope on the girder fell down unexpectedly.

The hemp rope broke, as if some kind of seal had been broken.

"Crackkack..."

Brother Li's body began to swell gradually, like a blown up balloon.

At this moment, he seemed to have regained his original sanity, and stared at Zhang Yi in front of him with wide eyes: "Save...save..."

"boom!"

Before he could utter the last word, a black storm exploded from his back.

Zhang Yi let out a muffled snort, and his body was directly blown to the ground by the strong wind.

Raising his head, the thick blood mist rushed up like a small whirlwind, and he could feel the terrifying resentment from a long distance away.

"Come on!"

Dai Moli rushed out from the backstage, lifted Zhang Yi's collar, and dragged him to the backstage.

It's just that Dai Moli, who was running in front, froze suddenly as soon as she rushed into the backstage.

Zhang Yi followed closely.

The brothers who hadn't seen their shadows just now are standing in the background.

The venomous gaze wished to tear the two of them to pieces.

"You broke the rules, and God of Joy won't be able to eat the tribute, and we're all going to die."

Xiaodouzi curled up into a ball and squatted in the corner, pointing at Zhang Yi tremblingly.

The eyes of the other brothers staring at Zhang Yi gradually became ferocious.

This old bastard again?
Zhang Yi squinted at the shrine enshrined in the corner.

In the black and white photo frame, the smiling face, whether it's because of the angle or the light, looks a little mocking.

"How to do?"

Zhang Yi took a few steps back.

"I can help you delay a little time, but I can't take you away."

Zhang Yi knew that Dai Moli could escape, but if he didn't want to escape, he would be torn to pieces by these resentful souls.

Fingers parted the curtain behind him.

A black mist filled the stage, and you couldn't see your fingers, and you couldn't even see a little light.

From time to time, inhuman screams could be heard from inside, as well as the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.

There were wolves in front and tigers in back, and the only life-saving chip left in his hand was this golden light talisman.

"Boom!"

At this time, there was a loud crash on the stage behind.

Even the whole backstage trembled.

"what!!"

Xiaodouzi, who was curled up in the corner, let out a strange cry, and fell madly in front of the shrine.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"God bless you, we didn't do it on purpose, we didn't break the rules on purpose."

Xiaodouzi put his head on the ground and kowtowed desperately.

Looking at the photos in the shrine, Zhang Yi became more and more displeased. He frowned and lifted the sword in his hand.

"Help me hold them back."

"it is good!"

Dai Moli nodded, and immediately asked: "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Yi didn't speak, but stared at the photo.

Since he is the rule here, then I simply chopped him off to see what rules he can leave behind as a dead person.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, and suddenly rushed out with a vigorous step.

"kill him!"

Seeing Zhang Yi jumping out, these brothers who hated Zhang Yi to the bone immediately rushed forward, ready to tear Zhang Yi into pieces.

"Hoo...Kakaka..."

Dai Moli's body turned into a stream of ice and rushed towards the resentful spirits in front of her. The temperature in the room dropped to freezing point in an instant, and large pieces of ice rose from her feet, making these wandering spirits unable to move for a while.

But this seemed to be Dai Moli's limit. Some strong resentful souls were only frozen for a moment, and then crushed the ice under their feet.

At this moment, Zhang Yi had already rushed to the shrine, aiming at the shrine with the sword in his hand.

"Kick!"

Sawdust flew up from the shrine, but there was no real damage.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi realized that what he was holding was a sword and not an axe.

So he pointed at the photo in the shrine and stabbed it straight.

"Old bastard, you're dead, and you're still playing tricks!"

"do not want!"

Seeing that Zhang Yi was about to destroy the shrine, Xiaodouzi, who was prostrate on the ground, suddenly got up, hugged Zhang Yi and pulled him back.

The sword in his hand suddenly deviated from the angle and did not pierce the photo, leaving a gap the size of a little finger on the frame.

Black blood immediately flowed out along the gap in the photo frame.

On the stage, the evil ghost howled in pain, as if it had suffered a severe blow.

"The God of Joy is angry, the God of Joy is angry."

Xiaodouzi tightly hugged Zhang Yi's waist, but his hands shook violently.

Seeing this, the other brothers struggled even more frantically.

Sure enough, the photo of this old beast was the key to the problem.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Dai Moli's body showed a human shape, she rolled to the side, and disappeared in front of Zhang Yi with a water escape.

Without Dai Moli's obstruction, the dark figure rushed towards Zhang Yi.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi hurriedly raised his palm.

He held an apricot-yellow talisman in his palm, and the cinnabar on it seemed to be ignited, bursting out with golden light.

"what!!"

The little Douzi in his arms rolled to the ground with a scream.

"Boom..."

The strong light shone on the bodies of the brothers and sisters in front of them, and their flesh was torn apart for a moment, revealing pale faces like paper dolls, who stood still and could not move.

Golden Light Talisman: It can cause strong damage to ghosts, and at the same time can make ghosts stiff for five seconds.

Five seconds, to Zhang Yi, is as important as the intersection of life.

Clenching the hilt of the sword with both hands, he aimed at the black and white photo in the shrine.

"Old bastard,
If you are dead, don't be a scourge anymore. "

"Crack!!"

The blade pierced through the photo frame, and it had the same texture as piercing into flesh and blood.

The cheeks of the man in the frame began to twist,
The hostile and distorted face seemed to be cursing Zhang Yi's treason.

A mass of thick black blood grabbed Zhang Yi like a giant palm.

"Crap!"

Zhang Yi's pupils tightened, and it was too late to dodge.

Zhang Yi only felt that his whole body was wrapped in a ball of cold sewage, and then he was lifted up.

The huge impact made him dizzy.

Suddenly, a burning sensation hit his chest.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Accompanied by a sharp, strange laughter, the black blood was rapidly flowing towards his chest.

In a daze, Zhang Yi saw a gigantic ghost-faced head appearing on his chest at some point, swallowing this black blood with great gulps.

"Boom!"

With a strong sense of falling, Zhang Yi sat down on the ground hard, and the black blood that was fatal just now had disappeared.

Only the pendant on his chest still exuded a scorching heat, reminding him that everything just now was not an illusion.

Before he had time to take a closer look.

"Kickkick..."

The shrine in front of him began to shatter, and the photo frame was reduced to ashes at this time.

But in the blink of an eye, the shrine and the photo frame completely disappeared, leaving only a piece of white paper floating on the ground.

The brothers in the theater troupe behind them completely lost their vitality at this moment and turned into dull paper figurines, standing where they were still struggling.

Zhang Yi reached out and picked up the white paper.

The material of this piece of paper is very special, it seems to be a unique material in the account book, and many people's names are impressively written on it.

Zhou Dachang, Sandan, Jiang Ping...

Zhang Yi scanned ten lines at a glance, and all the names on it were the names of the troupe.

Behind it are densely packed finger prints.

This is a contract of sale!

They are the slaves trapped here.

Including Mrs. Qing.

Zhang Yi already had the answer in his heart.

Zhang Shulai trapped their souls in this place, probably not just to make a profit.

The tribute they were talking about was probably the audience on the chairs outside.

In Zhang Yi's heart, he felt disgusted with his beast father.

"boom!!"

At this moment, the stage ahead trembled.

"what!!"

With a shrill scream, the unrecognizable ghost suddenly crashed into the backstage and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Yi stepped back immediately, only then did he realize that the evil ghost only had half of his body left.

Black blood flowed out from his body, and a hole was torn from the face that was stitched together, revealing his original face.

"It's him!"

There was a strange look on Zhang Yi's face.

Unexpectedly, under the flesh and blood of the evil ghost's face, it turned out to be Lao Wang.

"He came in too?"

Zhang Yi carefully looked at Lao Wang's face, and felt that it didn't look like it. This face was obviously much younger than Lao Wang's.

It is even more reliable to say that he is Lao Wang's son.

But regardless of whether he is the old king or not, his body is rapidly aging after losing the protection of the shrine.

"Dengdengdeng..."

The footsteps were getting closer, the door curtain was lifted, and Mrs. Qing, covered in blood, walked in from the stage.

The strong smell of blood made Zhang Yi feel a little sick.

Mrs. Qing raised her head, a line of blood and tears rolled down her cloudy eyes.

The slender fingers grabbed Lao Wang's head.

Pinch hard!
"boom!!"

Lao Wang's body exploded immediately, leaving only a faint glow of light that Mrs. Qing held in her palm.

She opened her hand and handed the fluorescent light to Zhang Yi.

"For me?"

Mrs. Qing nodded.

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand to take Fluorescent over.

The moment his hand touched the fluorescent light, a string of memories appeared in his vision.

Under the candlelight soul lamp.

A sunflower-shaped bronze mirror reflects the reflection of the two.

The woman in the mirror, her rosy cheeks leaked a ray of sadness.Gently pull back the long hair and remove the hairpin on the forehead.

Behind him is a man who gently brushes the woman's hair with a comb.

"Wang Jie, we can't stay here anymore, let's go."

"Where?"

"The ends of the earth, anywhere is fine, sell the garden, let's start singing again in another place."

The man didn't respond.

"Why, you don't want to?" The woman froze for a moment.

"Yes, when I entered the industry, I said, I will go wherever the master goes."

The man took a deep breath and straightened his back: "But... I don't want to sing any more."

After all, he closed his eyes tightly, tightly grasped the two ends of the rope with both hands, and twisted hard...

"Master, you have sung all your life, but in the end you are still a low-ranking person, I don't want to, I don't want to!!"

(End of this chapter)