Picked up a dark secret martial world

Chapter 38 Uncle, I never believe in evil
Han Ze knocked Jiang Yong away with a few punches, and couldn't help but feel happy.

Then he raised his fist and hit the butler Song Bo on the other foot.

After a few punches, Uncle Song, like Jiang Yong, was reduced to ashes amidst the shrill screams.

When he turned around, he saw that Huang Dapeng was already behind him.

"My good disciple, come down and accompany me..."

As he spoke, a face that had been intact a moment ago cracked in an instant.

Two sparkling blood eyes hung on his cheeks, black blood flowed from the eye sockets, and countless black tendrils sprouted from his mouth, licking towards his face.

"go to hell!"

Han Ze suppressed the fear in his heart, clenched his right hand into a fist, stepped forward, and used the "Hundred Steps to Pierce the Yang" in Chasing Wind Fist, which carried negative energy and blasted towards the black flesh.

boom--

The fist carrying negative energy hit the tentacles hard.

The black fleshy whiskers retracted instantly like a vampire encountering the scorching sun, and wisps of black energy dissipated in the air. At the same time, Huang Dapeng let out a shrill scream from his bloody mouth.

When Han Ze saw that Huang Dapeng was so careless, he immediately became brave and stepped forward again. He caught up with him and punched him in the face several times, causing Huang Dapeng to retreat repeatedly and scream in agony.

Just when he was about to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, Huang Dapeng suddenly appeared like a ghost a few times and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

However, at the same time, a cry of exclamation came from his ears, "No! The death energy is starting to gather."

"Set up your formation quickly. Don't let them gather..."

Han Ze took a closer look and saw that the world had returned to its original state.

The monk who had disappeared suddenly appeared, along with various rustling sounds and increasingly fierce quarrels in the direction of the boxing gym door.

Before he could be thankful that he had escaped from the evil spirits, the monk who was sitting at the foot of the steps chanting sutras felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

They stood up quickly, arranged several shapes similar to lotus flowers, and surrounded the entrance of the dining room. Then they formed a seal with their hands and chanted scriptures in unison, with a very loud voice that resounded throughout the world.

"Om Banzha Banaha%￥#@......"

Han Ze looked towards the dining room.

I saw one of the coffin covers flying up out of thin air, hovering about one meter above the coffin, and the person lying inside that coffin was Huang Dapeng.

Not only that, other coffins and a dozen corpses covered with white cloth were emitting wisps of black aura.

These black gases converged toward the top of the dining room, forming a pitch-black cloud.

He felt a familiar energy from these blacks.

"Couldn't it be these dark energies that I absorbed before?"

While thinking in his mind, he began to desperately absorb dark energy.

I was very excited.

He originally thought that the dark energy he absorbed was just a kind of energy from heaven and earth, and there was nothing special about it. However, after the battle just now, he realized that it could actually kill evil spirits, which was simply unbelievable.

As soon as Han Ze had recharged his energy, several young novice monks who had followed the master to perform rituals hurried over.

Han Ze quickly stopped them and asked, "Little master, what is going on?"

One of the taller novice monks looked at the slowly gathering black air above the morgue and said nervously: "This is an evil spirit formed by the resentment of a wasted death. Once it gathers and takes shape, it will turn into an extremely terrifying evil spirit."

The young novice did not hide anything and told the truth.

"Evil?"

Han Ze couldn't help but feel moved, and then told him what happened when he encountered the evil spirit just now.

"This is just a ghost formed by the resentment of the deceased during his lifetime. It is not a real evil. If it were a real evil, the donor would have died long ago."

After the young novice monks finished speaking straightforwardly, they ignored Han Ze and led several other young novice monks to hurriedly come behind their respective masters. They sat cross-legged, formed mudra with their hands, and recited the sutras for resolving resentful souls.

Suddenly, the sound became louder.

Han Ze watched from a distance, and what he couldn't believe was that as the chanting became louder and louder, the monks, big and small, actually formed a golden lotus formation.

And the scriptures they recited turned into "swastika" symbols.

Some of these "swastika" symbols covered the corpses on the floor of the dining room, and some rushed toward the black air above the morgue in the dining room, trying to disperse the gathering black air.

As if being stimulated, the coffin board suspended in the air suddenly moved and slammed towards the monk at the foot of the dining room steps.

This time the speed was fast and urgent.The two great monks at the front had no time to dodge and were hit by the coffin board so much that they vomited blood and flew out.

"master……"

"Don't mess up the formation."

Just as the young novice behind him screamed, a senior monk in the crowd shouted loudly.

He slapped the ground with both hands, jumped into the air, and rushed towards the coffin board.

bang bang bang-

The great monk struck the coffin board three times in the air and knocked the coffin board back to the morgue.

After landing, close your eyes again and recite the scriptures orally.

Such a scene also opened Han Ze's eyes. "I didn't expect these great monks to have such outstanding martial arts skills. They are not fake monks who cheat money. After this incident is over, I have to go and ask for advice."

These days, although he has learned a lot of secret martial arts information, Huang Dapeng himself is not an expert, and what he knows is very limited, so he always feels like he is falling behind.

While the great monks were working hard to purify the resentful souls, a group of evil-minded people at the gate of the boxing gym finally couldn't bear it anymore, pushed He Xianglan and others aside and rushed in.

Those ordinary disciples and senior disciples simply did not dare to stop these vicious bandits.

So they drove straight in, shouting to seek justice for Huang Dapeng, but actually committing robbery.

Along the way, the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the boxing gym, the antique vases on the shelves, the fine furniture, tables and chairs in the hall, all valuable things were swept away.

Qian Ruifeng stretched out his hand to stop him, but his arm was cut off with a knife, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

There was also a boxing gym concierge who screamed "bandit" and "gangster", but was stabbed to death by someone in the back. He lay on the ground with blood pouring from the corner of his mouth and refused to rest in peace.

Seeing such a scene, no one dared to stop him, not even to speak.

The property belongs to the boxing gym, but your life is yours.

Soon someone rushed to the morgue and shouted: "Stinky monk, get out of here."

Except for a few of these monks, big and small, who knew martial arts, the others had no martial arts skills. Therefore, they were pushed around and the lotus formation was immediately disrupted.

As the lotus formation was broken, the coffin board at the morgue could no longer suppress it and attacked here.

bang bang bang-

The coffin board was thrown towards the crowd. In an instant, two or three people in the world were hit and vomited blood.

"Oh my god, why are the coffin boards flying?"

"Isn't it a fraudulent corpse?"

"Hey, great monk, what is this?"

"Amitabha~~! This is a resentment of a wasted death. It is very scary. There was a chance to resolve it, but it is a pity that the donors disrupted the formation. Please leave this place quickly. Once it becomes evil, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Master monk, you are so stupid here to pretend to be a ghost~!"

"Go away quickly. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will go to the Yamen and report you for your monstrous words and misleading the public."

"Uncle, I never believe in evil..."

With the combined efforts of several people from all walks of life, the coffin board was quickly broken into pieces.

"Hahaha, that's all!"

The great monk standing by the garden saw that the black clouds were about to condense over the morgue. He finally couldn't bear it and shouted urgently: "All donors, leave this place quickly, otherwise it will be too late to regret."

Unfortunately, except for Han Ze who rubbed oil on his feet, no one else believed in evil at all.

They searched everywhere for the boxing gym's belongings, as well as Huang Dapeng's yellow-level middle-grade book "Kunpeng Mind Method". Some even dragged Huang Dapeng's body out of the coffin and groped for it.

Viewed from a high altitude, the Huang Family Boxing Gym, which was originally brightly lit, gradually became pitch black as if it was shrouded in darkness.

The lights, trees, and shadowy figures all disappeared.

Everything seems extremely mysterious...

5 minute later.

Inside the Huang Family Boxing Gym, a tragic cry rang out.

But then, even the screams were no longer heard.

(End of this chapter)