Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 15 The Plain Sword
As a native of Hong Kong Island, although he was not as unfamiliar with vampires and werewolves as the people in the northern mainland, Da Sang was still startled into a cold sweat when a werewolf that he had only heard of in rumors suddenly appeared.

"Master...that guy seems to have been staring at you. This should be regarded as your personal grudge, right?"

Yin Xiu chuckled, and put her blood-stained hand on Da Sang's shoulder, frightening the latter to tremble again.

"Personal grudge? Brother, there is no neutral person in the battle between humans and monsters. Believe it or not, if it kills me, you guys can't run away, no matter where you hide."

After frowning, he glanced at Yin Xiu and then at the werewolf, Da Sang said to himself: "If the Thirteenth Sister discovers that there are werewolves here, I guess I won't have to hang out in Bolan Street."

After making up his mind, he opened his eyes wide and his face was full of murderous intent. He waved to the people behind him and said, "Damn it, you copycat!"

As the boss spoke, the younger brothers became more ferocious. They all took out fire blunderbuss of different shapes attached to their waists, opened the safety and aimed at the werewolf.

The werewolf turned a blind eye to these spears and cannons, and just stared at Yin Xiu viciously.

Its previously broken arm seemed to have completely recovered, without even a small wound left. The werewolf's vitality was indeed very strong.

After looking at Yin Xiu for a while, it suddenly spoke human words, and its voice sounded rough and hoarse: "Fat man, it's none of your business, stay away."

"As for you." It looked at Yin Xiu, "If you kill Xiaomeng, I won't let you die so comfortably."

Yin Xiu nodded, and this time also touched the wound on his back, which made him take a breath, and then responded: "I know, but are you so sure? After all, we have..."

Yin Xiu counted the number of people and found that including him, there were only four and a half people. She couldn't help but feel chilled.

He stretched out five fingers and said to the werewolf: "We have a large number of people. You'd better think carefully and don't waste your life."

At this time, Da Sang had concluded that he could not leave. He turned around and asked quietly: "Master, are you not going to do justice for heaven?"

Yin Xiu shook his head, "You can do it for heaven at any time, there is no rush."

Seeing Yin Xiu say this, Da Sang patted his chest. After all, this was his paradise. Whether he was a Taoist priest or a werewolf, he still had to speak first.

After flashing the two weapons on his waist at the werewolf, he said loudly: "This werewolf brother came out to hang out. Everyone is looking for money. There is no need to fight and kill. Just treat it as mine." Brother Da Mang, for the sake of face, Li Sheng and we have always advocated peace as the most important thing.

It’s easy to talk about anything. You go back first. I’ll set the table and have a drink another day, and we can all sit down and finish it. How about that? "

The werewolf spat on the ground, green slime fell to the ground, and a puff of smoke rose.

"Brother Da Mang? Eat history!"

It pounced.

The big mourner screamed, pulled out two blazing guns from his belt like a cowboy, and pulled the trigger hard on the werewolf.

Suddenly, the alley was filled with fire and smoke, and everyone's figures were covered by the smoke.

The werewolf protected his head and was knocked back by the impact of the bullets. His skin and flesh were torn, and flowers of blood bloomed on his body.

This made Da Sang even more excited. He was firing with his hands and babbling about dubbing.

But Yin Xiu's face was heavy. The werewolf's vital point was on its head, and injuries to other places were not painful at all. Moreover, they did not use spell ammunition, so the damage to it might be limited.

Sure enough, after the gunfire stopped, all the bullets that had originally penetrated the werewolf's body were squeezed out by the muscles while it was breathing, and fell to the ground.

And the bullet holes all over its body were healed in the blink of an eye, and it looked so sad that its mouth opened wide.

While everyone was busy reloading, the werewolf had already pounced on him. With a slight movement of his claws, one of Da Mang's younger brothers was torn in half, with blood splattering all over the floor.

"Master, bullets are useless to it!" Yin Xiu nodded calmly, "I know."

"Then you should use your invincible magical power to think of a solution!" Da Sang shouted.

Yin Xiu felt bitter in her heart. He only had half a life left. What else could he do? Now I'm afraid there is only one way left...

He was about to speak, but unexpectedly, after seeing another younger brother die tragically at the claws of a wolf, Da Sang threw the two guns in his hands to the ground and ran away.

【How does he know my thoughts! 】

Yin Xiu also turned around quickly. As the old saying goes, when you encounter a tiger, you just have to run faster than your companions!

But one of them only had half a life left, and the other was covered in fat, so there was no way he could outrun the werewolf.

After finishing off the last of their men, the werewolf had already caught up with them.

The fishy wind hit her nostrils from behind. Yin Xiu gritted her teeth, risking the wound to expand again, and turned around to prepare for a life-and-death fight with the werewolf.

At this moment, two yellow talismans shot out and stuck to the werewolf's body, followed by a burst of dazzling fire, and two small suns seemed to light up on the werewolf's body!

It's the Thunder Fire Talisman!

Once the werewolf was burned by the flames, he immediately jumped away, stopped chasing Yin Xiu and Da Sang, and only focused on extinguishing the flames on his body.

At the same time, a familiar figure wearing pajamas and holding a sword rolled down from the low wall. It was Uncle Ming.

Da Sang could tell at a glance that the person was his life-saving straw, and immediately pounced on him, "Master, save me!"

"Go away!"

Uncle Ming kicked him hard on the fat face, and after kicking him away, he shot two more talismans at the werewolf.

The werewolf clearly saw the talisman shooting at him, but his body couldn't react and allowed the talisman to fall on him.

Immediately, it felt as if two mountains were pressing down on its body, which was extremely heavy and difficult to move.

"It's the Mountain Moving Talisman!"

Somehow, the werewolf remembered the Eastern myth and legend that Xiao Meng had told it, about the monkey king who was teased by monsters and moved to three mountains to suppress him.

While the talisman paper was being pasted, Uncle Ming also strode forward with his sword in hand. With every step he took, his momentum suddenly increased, and his image in the eyes of others also became taller.

"Tai Shang Lao Jun is in a hurry like a decree, decree!"

Uncle Ming yelled, turning the sword around and hitting the werewolf on the head. The werewolf couldn't bear the huge force, and his knees weakened and he knelt down directly on the ground.

It roared unwillingly, and just as its claws were about to grab Uncle Ming's lower body, the sword in Uncle Ming's hand suddenly deflected and slashed towards its neck.

With a flash of cold light, the werewolf's head and body separated, and a column of blood shot out from its body like a fountain, splattering the walls with mottled blood.

Uncle Ming held a sword in one hand and grabbed the werewolf's head with the other, muttering something in his mouth.

Yin Xiu was far away and could only vaguely hear a few words.

"Killing karma is not killing people."

(End of this chapter)