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Chapter 199 Peach Talisman
The most important ghost bone of the evil ghost Wangpo was broken, and the ghost aura that was lingering on her body almost completely faded away.

The sharp, piercing ghost howls had become weak and powerless.

The overall ghosting is also greatly faded.

When that hideous face looked at Song Ren at this moment, it was already filled with fear and despair.

When it was alive, it was hunted down by Song Ren one-sidedly and was completely unable to defeat him.

After death, he was unwilling to resign himself to his fate, so he cast an evil curse and turned into a fierce ghost. He then devoured so many evil ghosts, but in the end he was still no match for him!

I can't be more cruel, I can't be more evil...

Faced with such an opponent, Wang Po felt despair and even fear from the bottom of her heart.

After Song Ren got the ghost bone he wanted, he had nothing to say to Wang Po.

He pulled out the peach blossom and chopped it with a sword, cutting Wang Po into two pieces neatly.

But the ghost on the ground did not disappear, but was still lingering on.

Song Ren couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "How many times have you been stabbed? Why are you still not dead? Xiaoqiang doesn't have such a tenacious vitality as you."

The ghost of Wang Po was getting fainter and fainter. Finally, she took a deep breath and managed to make a hoarse ghost sound, weak and intermittent: "But, damn it! I will definitely, I will definitely come back--"

laugh!
Before it could finish speaking, the peach blossom had already pierced through the ghost's eyebrows!

Wang Po's ghost shadow was completely unsustainable and gradually turned into a pool of pus.

Song Ren glanced at him and said to himself, "Fuck, what are you talking about? I've already told you that you're not Gray Wolf, and I'm not Xiyangyang either."

After cleaning up the scene, Uncle Jiu also came over and looked at him strangely.

Song Ren immediately said cautiously: "Master, what are you looking at? We agreed that you would give me the peach wood sword as long as it can be used."

"That doesn't matter." Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched when he heard it, and he just waved his hand generously.

Then he changed the subject and asked doubtfully: "What I am more curious about now is, are you really a human?"

Song Ren raised his eyebrows: "Master, are you looking for trouble? Do you want to practice with me?"

Uncle Jiu coughed and said, "Ahem, no need. It's just that your performance just now was really a bit too exaggerated."

Song Ren: "Is it an exaggeration?"

Uncle Jiu: “Isn’t that an exaggeration?”

Song Ren: "It's... okay. After all, martial arts is like this."

Uncle Jiu had a black question mark on his face: Boy, who are you fooling?
After all, I have lived for most of my life. I don't know how many miles I have walked as a corpse-carrying enthusiast when I was young. Do you really think I have never seen those masters in the martial arts school?
I have seen countless experts who live in seclusion in the mountains.

How can martial arts be so exaggerated!
Seeing that he still had a weird look on his face, Song Ren said casually:
"Master, what is that look in your eyes?"

"Want to learn? I can teach you."

"For me, martial arts has no class distinction."

"Just call me Master."

Uncle Jiu: "..."

You little bastard, you're taking advantage of me!
Although he didn't quite believe that the martial arts Song Ren described could have such amazing expressiveness, he didn't want to dig deeper into the matter.

After all, Song Ren helped a lot.

If he wasn't on this trip, he himself might have suffered a big setback.

Uncle Jiu changed the subject and said, "By the way, where is the ghost hand?"

Song Ren said as a matter of course: "I put it away."

Uncle Jiu was puzzled: "Why did you take it? You don't understand Taoism. That thing is condensed from a large amount of evil spirit energy. It is very ominous."

Song Ren: "Of course I am useful."

Uncle Nine: "What are you going to do with it?"

Song Ren pinched his chin and thought while saying, "Well, I plan to use it to train a fierce ghost." After that, he turned around and said, "By the way, Taoist priest, can you teach me how to raise a ghost?"

Uncle Jiu was stunned when he heard this, frowned and asked seriously: "Are you serious?"

Song Ren smiled naturally and said, "No need to look at me so seriously, Taoist Priest."

"Given your character and experience, you should know that power itself has no right or wrong."

"You can raise ghosts with ghosts, and you can stop killing with killing."

"This is the world we live in nowadays. I just want to have one more way to deal with different situations."

Uncle Jiu was still very serious and reminded: "But raising a ghost is not the right way after all. Not to mention that it can easily bring disaster to yourself."

"Just talking about sneaking, it is an ominous thing of great evil, a combination of poverty, sorrow, decline, disaster, shame, cruelty, stench, injury, illness and death."

"If you raise a ghost, you will definitely be haunted by these disasters."

Song Ren responded directly: "But it works very well."

Uncle Jiu: "..."

I'm talking to you rationally, but you're being unreasonable to me, right?

Song Ren said again: "Master, for some things, it is not a good thing to be hesitant."

"There are so many ghosts and monsters in the mountains and fields now. I think it's a good idea to use ghosts to feed ghosts."

The main reason is that you might enter some evil ghost world in the future, so raising a fierce ghost might be very useful.

But Uncle Jiu still shook his head. He and Song Ren had different ideas in this regard, but they were both stubborn and neither could convince the other, so he didn't say much.

In his opinion, the fact that Song Ren dared to bring it up so openly in front of him was enough to prove that he had no evil intentions.

As for the future of others, Uncle Jiu didn't say much, but just refused:
"Don't mention the matter of raising ghosts. I cannot agree with your opinion on this, so I won't teach you the method."

"As for the ghost hand, it is your personal gain. Since you have your own plans, I won't say anything more."

After he finished speaking, he took out a brown wooden plaque from his bosom. On one side of it was engraved the eight trigrams, and on the other side was engraved the word "Tao".

"This is a peach charm. In addition to warding off evil spirits, it can also help curb bad luck."

"If you really want to raise a ghost, I can't stop you, but it should be of some help to you."

"This thing is made of the same material as the peach blossoms. I'll give it to you as a thank you gift for this trip."

Song Ren didn't try to refuse hypocritically, he took it generously and said with a smile: "Thank you, Taoist priest."

Uncle Jiu waved his hand: "It's up to you. I hope you won't go astray from now on."

Song Ren said firmly: "No."

Uncle Jiu sighed, feeling somewhat complicated.

To be honest, after this trip together, Song Ren's performance was actually very much to his liking, and he had many similarities with his uncle Jiu when he was young.

However, Song Ren is too fierce and too opinionated.

Moreover, his own strength is too outrageous, otherwise Uncle Jiu would have been tempted to take him as his disciple.

As for the matter of raising ghosts, Uncle Jiu is not in a position to force others to stop him based on his own opinion.

Everyone has his own path to follow. The decisiveness and fierceness shown by Song Ren make it difficult for him to be bewitched by evil spirits or monsters.

In this chaotic era, as long as you don't use sneaky means to do something harmful to the world, it's actually harmless.

……

While the two were talking, they had already mounted their horses and were galloping back towards the Quiet Village.

The evil ghost Queen Po has been so crazy this time, I'm afraid there must be some problems in the village.

When Uncle Jiu thought about the things he had to instruct Aqiang and Ade, he started to have a headache again.

(End of this chapter)