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Chapter 38: Butcher (3) Please give me your monthly vote!

"Fuck!" Xu Yichao forced himself to hold back the curse words.

Huang Zhongyu broke out in a cold sweat and was about to run when Sang Que put his knife across his neck.

"do not move!"

Zhao Lihong ran closer and when she saw the people clearly, she screamed, "You, you, aren't you dead?!"

When Xu Yichao was still confused about the situation, he saw Sang Que's eyes become fierce, he threw the flashlight at him, and rushed out with a Tang sword in hand.

Swish!
Silver light flashed into Xu Yichao's eyes, and he closed his eyes instinctively. When he opened them again, Sang Que had already put away his sword and stood up straight. Paper ashes were falling from under his left hand, and a string of black runes appeared on the Tang sword in his right hand.

Zhao Lihong's eyes widened to the extreme, and her body was split apart from her left shoulder to her right abdomen!
Xu Yichao and Huang Zhongyu were both frightened out of their wits. A cold wind blew, and Zhao Lihong's entire body turned into black ash, which was blown towards Sangque.

Sang Que turned around, straightened his baseball cap, and looked cold and ruthless.

While Xu Yichao was still wondering who the dirty guy was, Sang Que had already made the correct judgment and easily solved the problem.

This reminded Xu Yichao of the morning when school started in his freshman year of high school. The girl holding a pancake knocked down three men with one hand and one foot, with such nonchalant and domineering manner!
Sang Que checked the palm of his right hand and frowned, thinking that this was a 'big' one, but it just completed the Kun hexagram that had gradually disappeared in recent days. It was worse than a hanging rope, what a rubbish!

But this thing is quite special. When it doesn't reveal any flaws, it is no different from a living person. Is it because of the special environment in the village now?

Fortunately, the Ghost Soldier Talisman was not consumed all at once, and the runes on the Tang sword were still very clear.

It seems that the degree of consumption of the Ghost Soldier Talisman should be based on the strength of the evil spirit. Yin Tong is still strong. Yan Daozi only hurt her with one sword, but it consumed all the power of a Ghost Soldier Talisman.

Sang Que secretly hoped that once she had completely suppressed Yin Tong, she would be able to use this power.

When she looked up, Sang Que found that Xu Yichao and Huang Zhongyu were staring at her in amazement, which made her feel a warm current flowing through her heart. It should be that the intensity of her heart lamp had increased again.

At this moment, a chill suddenly broke out, dispersing the warm current in his heart. Sang Que's body instantly became stiff and cold. He hurriedly used the knife to support his body so as not to fall down.

The hexagram that had just been completed on the palm of her hand disappeared as quickly as evaporation. Sang Que held on, suppressing the struggling Yin Tong inside her body. It must be that the level of her heart lamp was about to reach Yin Tong's level. Yin Tong had a sense of crisis and was struggling.

"Sangque?" Xu Yichao ran over and asked with concern.

Sang Que raised her hand to signal him not to come closer and took a few deep breaths. The cold feeling came and went quickly. As long as she remained absolutely sober, she would not let Yin Tong occupy her body.

If she doesn't solve the Yin Tong issue today, she will drink a pot of coffee and never go to sleep!

"I am fine."

Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from Sang Que's forehead. She stood up again. The hexagram on her palm was about to disappear, so she had to speed up the gathering of strength.

"How did you know there was something wrong with Zhao Lihong?" Xu Yichao asked curiously.

Sang Que raised his hand and tapped his ears, then pointed his chin at the yellow-haired Huang Zhongyu.

Xu Yichao glanced at Huang Zhongyu and suddenly realized, "Oh, oh, oh! I understand. There is an ear on the pork shop counter. The yellow-haired guy has both ears, but Zhao Lihong's long hair covers it so it can't be seen. One ear must be missing! But, you are too sure, aren't you afraid of killing the wrong person?"

Sang Que raised the knife, "It can't kill anyone without a sharp blade."

In fact, there is another point. The small door behind the pork shop was half open, which meant that someone had gone out from inside. It was more likely that Huang Zhongyu was still alive.

"Ah!!!" Huang Zhongyu suddenly screamed behind Sang Que.

Sang Que turned around, and the flowing green mist dispersed and gathered. A fat man with a sturdy build, wearing black rubber overalls, with his half-broken neck tilted, holding a narrow, long and sharp old-fashioned pig-killing knife, stood at the end of the street in the distance with his back to the light, his face shrouded in darkness.

"Fat Uncle!"

Xu Yichao recognized the figure in the distance at a glance. It was Fatty Li who had been dead for ten years. He could still vividly remember how Fatty Li gave him lard to eat when he was a child and how he laughed at him.

Sang Que held the knife across her chest and felt a strong sense of oppression, which was very similar to the feeling she had felt when Yan Daozi, the skinner, came across her.

This butcher was definitely a top-level evil spirit at the second level. The butcher knife in his hand made her feel extremely dangerous. Sang Que took out her hunting bow, raised her hand and shot an arrow. The arrow accurately shot at the butcher's thigh, penetrated directly, and nailed it to the ground behind him, shaking.

It's a soul, not a corpse.

The butcher raised his butcher knife and rushed towards the three of them. Xu Yichao and Huang Zhongyu ran behind Sang Que at the same time, hoping that she would chop the butcher with one blow.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew up the scattered paper money at the door of the paper shop and went towards the butcher. As the green mist flowed, two paper figures of a man and a woman in funeral clothes suddenly appeared and blocked the butcher's way.

"Oh my god! Sangque, are you a Taoist priest from Mount Mao? You're using the Paper Figure Technique!"

Xu Yichao shouted in surprise, completely unaware that it was his 'wife' who was protecting him.

The butcher swung his knife angrily, and in an instant, the heads of the two paper men flew into the air and were cut off along with the ghost money floating around them.

Seeing this scene, Sangque turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

Xu Yichao: ???

Huang Zhongyu: !!!

A breath of cool air blew on the back of Xu Yichao's neck. He shivered suddenly, jumped up and caught up with Sang Que.

"Wait for me!" Huang Zhongyu followed closely behind.

Sang Que ran to another street. Just now they wanted to go to the yard where Xu Shufen lived, but ended up going back. Now they could only see if they could run out of the ghost wall by taking another street.

She had two plans just now. One was to pick up the knife and kill him. There was a ghost soldier talisman on the knife, which might be able to kill the butcher.

The second is to activate another ghost soldier talisman, attach it to the arrow, and eliminate the butcher remotely.

Fortunately, Xu Yichao's paper-made wife took action in advance, allowing her to see the power of the butcher's knife, which could cut things in front of it out of thin air. If she went up herself, she would probably be torn into pieces before she even got close, and the arrow might not be able to reach the butcher intact.

The Ghost Weapon Talisman can kill evil spirits, but it requires weapons as a medium and comes into contact with the evil spirits to be effective, which is a major drawback.

She only brought five of these talismans, so they couldn't be wasted.

After running for about five minutes, Sangque felt that the butcher was no longer chasing him, so he gradually slowed down his pace and turned on the flashlight to check his surroundings.

There was a faint firelight in front of her. She walked closer and saw another circle made of bricks with three plates of offerings on them. There was only a little red candle left next to it, and the candlelight flickered in the cold wind.

"This is the July Photo Studio in the back street."

Xu Yichao ran over breathlessly, holding his cell phone, and he was still holding the fruit in his hand.

After a while, Huang Zhongyu also caught up. When he saw the European-style photo studio on the street ahead, he immediately ran towards it, shouting as he ran.

"Xiao Miao! Da Kui! Where are you?"

Huang Zhongyu's voice echoed in the silent and dark street. The two glass doors of the photo studio were wide open, and the wind blew in, with the faint sound of wind chimes coming out.

There is an overturned mobile phone stand at the entrance of the photo studio.

Huang Zhongyu took down the mobile phone that was stuck on it, opened it, and threw the phone out while screaming.

The cell phone slid to Sang Que's feet, and there was a photo on the broken screen.

A cute girl wearing a cat ear headband pouted and made a "V" sign, while a sturdy man carrying a crowbar next to her grinned, and their two heads were put together.

but……

Behind them, the tightly closed glass door of July Photo Studio was filled with pale faces of children!