Chapter 2 Heisha General, Painted Skin Ghost

"A monster in human skin, I think it's a painted skin ghost..."

After listening to Mrs. Zhang, Han Xiangzi also understood the details of this monster.

This Painted Skin Ghost was originally an ordinary ghost.

But he likes to pick people's skins, pretends to be a beautiful girl to seduce others, and does some outrageous activities.

Behavior like this is an evil spirit.

Han Xiangzi didn't know what was going on with Na Changwen, so after thinking about it, he asked Mrs. Zhang to take him to have a look, so that he could prescribe the right medicine.

Mrs. Zhang readily agreed to this.

Immediately led Han Xiangzi to the first bedroom in the inner house.

As soon as he walked to the door, Han Xiangzi felt a golden light flash in front of his eyes.

Looking up, I saw a yellow paper talisman drawn with a cinnabar brush pasted on the door.

"It's actually a black evil talisman. It seems that Zeng Xianshi has a lot of knowledge..."

Han Xiangzi saw through the origin of this talisman at a glance, and was slightly startled.

The Heisha talisman, among which Heisha, refers to the Grand Marshal of Heisha, who is one of the four poles under the command of Emperor Ziwei, Yisheng Baode Zhenjun.

This great god has the ability to capture powerful demons, chase meteors with light monsters, brilliance of the sun and moon, and the power to shake the universe.

One can imagine how powerful the Black Sha Talisman is?

No wonder Painted Skin Ghost disappeared in the past two days.

With this talisman, once this ghost comes, once it is covered, it will burn your heart and eyes, and the pain will be unbearable.

After entering the house, Han Xiangzi came to the bed and saw Mrs. Zhang's eldest son Changwen.

Right now, Changwen has already passed out.

His eye sockets were sunken, his lips were chapped, his face was bloodless, pale, his body was thin, and he looked no different from a dead person.

"Ugh……"

Seeing this, Han Xiangzi couldn't help sighing.

The blood essence of this person has been sucked up by the painted skin ghost.

The whole body is suspended by a breath.

It's okay if it's just these things, but the most important thing is that he has lost his heart.

It must have been taken away by Painted Skin Ghost.

"Han... Daoist Han, is the dog hopeless?"

A soft sigh frightened Mrs. Zhang, she asked weepingly.

"It's already sunset."

Han Xiangzi shook his head helplessly.

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang only felt that her eyes were dark, and the surrounding sky was dark, and it was almost difficult to stand still.

She trembled and looked at Han Xiangzi with hope on her face:

"Han Daochang, are you really helpless?"

"It's hard to say that there is no power to recover, but there is still a glimmer of hope."

Han Xiangzi could not bear it, and he was silent for a while before speaking.

"How to rescue?"

"Find that ghost and let him return his heart."

"However, old madam, don't have too much confidence. If the heart is eaten, there is nothing the poor can do."

Han Xiangzi said without thinking.

This painted skin ghost likes to dig out the heart and lungs, and eat the bone marrow. I don't know if it has eaten Zhang Changwen's heart or not?
If he ate it, then Zhang Changwen would be completely hopeless.

"This……?!"

Mrs. Zhang was shocked, and froze in place for a while, a bit of despair was added to her already sad face.

Sitting slumped at the end of the bed, when she looked at Zhang Changwen again, a line of tears was left on Mrs. Zhang's cloudy eyes.

"Old Madam Zhang, this is a pill refined by Pindao, turn it into water and feed it to Mr. Zhang."

"Pindao will return before dawn tomorrow."

Handing Mrs. Zhang a cyan porcelain vase, Han Xiangzi confessed, and then drifted away.

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Zhang felt desolate in her heart.

"I hope Daoist Han can take my son's heart back and save the dog..."

No matter how bitter Madam Zhang felt, she still managed to hold on.

She clasped her hands together, murmured words, closed her eyes and prayed.

I don't know.

At this moment, a very faint golden light flew out from Mrs. Zhang's body, floating in the sky like a silk thread.

In the end, it fell on Han Xiangzi who had left Zhang's mansion.

The next moment, a nine-leaf lotus in Han Xiangzi's soul swayed and trembled slightly, splashing out ripples, and amidst the auspicious mist, the lotus seeds on the green lotus pod that were originally the size of rice grains swelled several times, like a bean.

"There is a trace of wish power in the Nine-leaf Treasure Lotus. It seems that it will not be long before the lotus seeds mature."

Han Xiangzi was overjoyed when he noticed the subtle changes on the Nine-leaf Lotus.

The soul travels to another world, and this nine-leaf lotus is his golden finger.

As we all know, the lotus is one of the symbols of Taoism.

Among the three Taoist crowns, there is the Yuqing lotus crown.

Coincidentally, the throne of the Taiyi Rescue Tianzun in the Taoist sect is the nine-color lotus platform.

Whenever a lotus seed matures and falls to the ground, Han Xiangzi can benefit from it.

Sometimes it is magic weapon, sometimes it is Taoism, sometimes it is elixir...

The way to accelerate the maturation of lotus seeds, in addition to harvesting aspirations, is to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. Sometimes it can also be used to cast down demons...

This time, Mrs. Zhang prayed sincerely, begging Han Xiangzi to save Changwen, and the latter's wish naturally fell on him.

With his mind back, Han Xiangzi came to the crowded street.

As for the whereabouts of the Painted Skin Ghost, Han Xiangzi already guessed a little bit.

Mrs. Zhang said before that the Zhang family has an ancestral house, which is in the west of Longshan County.

And Zhang Changwen, the eldest son of Zhang, moved to live in the ancestral house not long before he was targeted by the Painted Skin Ghost.

From this point of view, the Zhang family's ancestral house is very likely to be the dwelling place of the Painted Skin Ghost.

Therefore, Han Xiangzi had to find out.

……

Longshan County is not the capital of Pingchuan Prefecture, and the place is not big.

Han Xiangzi walked around several alleys on the street, stepped on the wet bluestone road, crossed the wooden bridge, and came to the west end of the city.

There is an old street at the west end of the city, which is not prosperous.

And close to the mass graves, very few people live here.

Most are beggars.

These beggars go to the downtown area to beg during the day and go back to the west of the city to sleep at night.

Zhang's old house is easy to find.

After all, there are two strong and powerful "Zhang Zhai" characters on the lintel plaque, which is still obvious.

As soon as Han Xiangzi came here, his expression froze.

His eyes were bright, and he looked around with the technique of looking forward, and found that the old house was full of evil spirits.

It seems that there are many evil spirits entrenched here.

"Come to live..."

Han Xiangzi thought to himself.

He looked up at the sky, and found that the golden sky was falling in the west, and the sky was smudged by the sunset glow, covering the ground with the afterglow.

Estimated the time, it should be the application time.

Han Xiang searched for no man's land, worked out a formula, and entered through the wall to the Zhang family's old house.

As soon as he entered the old house, suddenly the dark wind howled and the demon clouds gathered.

The sound of howling ghosts and wolves came from all around, like ghosts whimpering.

Suddenly, the sky was completely dark.

Fortunately, Han Xiangzi has cultivation, otherwise ordinary people would have panicked and fled.

"Where did the stinky Taoist come from, dare to break into this place?"

"Be more polite, it's hard to come here with a little Taoist priest with delicate skin and tender meat, don't scare him away?"

"Little Taoist priest, this is not the place for you to come, leave quickly!"

"..."

Han Xiangzi stepped forward and came to the courtyard.

Suddenly the sound of vegetation in the courtyard rose loudly, rustling like drums, and the sound of rampant and strange accents could be heard endlessly.

……

(End of this chapter)

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