dragon hunter

Chapter 25
The group of people in the distance came very quickly, and the one in the front was the bald man with triangular eyes, cursing and holding a shotgun in his hand.

"Damn, I underestimated you." The bald triangular-eyed pointed a shotgun at the two of us, with a provocative face, "Run again if you have the guts to see if the buckshot is faster or your legs are faster."

"Brother! Brother! Put down the gun quickly, and be careful not to fire." Fatty Wang's calves were trembling.

"Fatty, it won't work in a while. Let's run separately. The earth-made shotgun is not accurate. If you stay here, you are really dead." I whispered to Fatty Wang.

"What evil did Fatty do? When he died, he didn't even hold a woman's hand." Fatty Wang's fat face was trembling, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.

The ghost mother, who had been standing there quietly all this time, suddenly took a step forward, slowly raised her hand, her sharp nails gleamed with a deep cold light in the night, her white hair fluttered in the wind, like an evil ghost coming out of hell.

"Then... what is that?" A villager stammered, pointing at the ghost mother with fear on his face.

"Taijun Yu!" An older villager with gray hair exclaimed, "You're not the right age."

"This thing looks evil, can't it be a zongzi?" The surrounding villagers were in an uproar.

"Zongzi that is exactly the same as the old lady? This matter is very strange, let's go back and discuss it with someone."

"No... I haven't heard of the old lady, what other brothers and sisters are there?"

"Ai~" In the silent night, there was a faint sigh.

A figure wrapped in a robe and with an iron mask on his face came out of the darkness.

"Mr. Yin!" The bald man with triangular eyes greeted hurriedly as if seeing a savior, "Come and take a look, what's going on with this zongzi that looks exactly like the old lady?"

"A bunch of idiots, they can't even do a little thing well." Mr. Yin's voice was shrill and mean.

That group of arrogant and daring villagers seemed to be very afraid of Mr. Yin, and they were all as quiet as cicadas, not daring to breathe.

"You idiots, you saw something you shouldn't have seen, and the ghost mother should have sucked you all up." Mr. Yin's tone was gloomy, "But it's still useful to keep you, so we can only spend a lot of money. "

I didn't see how Mr. Yin moved, but a dense fog rose all around, wrapping the group of villagers inside. The thick fog kept wriggling, as if there was life.

Then the thick fog dissipated, and the villagers lay in disorder on the ground, and the scene was strange and inexplicable.

"Fengshui evil master!" I yelled in my heart. It turned out that this figure wrapped in a black robe was the Fengshui evil master that my second uncle had been looking for.

After Mr. Yin appeared, the ghost mother stopped moving, and stood there with her head down, motionless, full of decaying and dead energy.

"I didn't read the almanac when I went out. Today next year will be Fatty's death day." Fatty Wang's face was ashen, and his tone was full of despair.

I'm also a little discouraged, we can't deal with the ghost mother alone, and now there is an unpredictable Mr. Yin, is it that the struggle in the cellar is still useless?
I am not reconciled, even though I know the hope is slim, I still plan to struggle again.

"Two ants actually ruined my plan for many years. How are you going to die?" Mr. Yin's shrill voice was particularly piercing in the dark night.

"Damn your sister, your whole family is ants!" I bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt, and threw it towards the opponent, confusing the opponent's sight, and turned to greet Fatty Wang, "Fatty, hurry up and grab the gun."

The opponent's methods are too weird, and the only item in the field that can threaten him is the shotgun in the hands of the bald triangular-eyed group.

Although Fatty Wang was trembling with fear, he knew that every minute and every second was at stake, so he rolled and crawled towards the group of villagers lying on the ground.

Mr. Yin was furious, screamed, and waved his hand hidden in the black robe, and the gnawing fog rose again.

I have been wary of the other party, and at the moment the other party waved, I ran away, narrowly avoiding the area covered by the dense fog.

The ghost mother who stood quietly by the side raised her head again, staring at me blankly with her emotionless eyes.

"Fatty Wang, shoot him quickly, what is the ink stain?" I shouted in a panic.

"What the hell, these shotguns are all corroded by the fog, so they are useless at all." Fatty Wang said in a desperate voice.

I was disheartened, as if all the strength in my body had been taken away, I stood there with a numb face, quietly waiting for the judgment of death.

At this time, there was a muffled sound of the engine, from far to near.

Two beams of light shot out from the darkness, and a huge figure, like a savior who descended from the sky, charged towards him engulfed in dust.

"Get out of the way!" Second Uncle's voice sounded like heaven to me.

A Hummer rushed out of the darkness, like an angry bull, crashing towards Mr. Yin.

A surprising scene happened, the figure wrapped in the black robe did not dodge or dodge, allowing the hummer to hit him.

No sound, not even a scream, the figure wrapped in a black robe flew out quietly, and then landed on the ground, lying there motionless.

The scene just now seemed like a silent movie, and it looked extremely weird.

"Dead?" I looked in disbelief. Such a powerful Feng Shui evil master was hit to death by a car?

The ghost mother moved suddenly, as fast as lightning, and my eyes blurred, and the evil thing had already appeared by the door of the Hummer.

"Dang!" The sharp nails, which were shining with faint light, grabbed the car door, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

"How is it possible, she is exactly the same as the old hag." A woman exclaimed from inside the car.

"Back back, this evil thing is a bit difficult to deal with." There was a trace of surprise in the calm voice of the second uncle.

The Hummer quickly backed up, and without hesitation, the engine let out a dull roar, and slammed into the ghost mother without hesitation.

A ghostly figure flashed by, and with a crisp sound, the glass of the car window shattered.

I stood aside in a daze, watching the thrilling confrontation in front of me, and I couldn't help at all.

A piece of yellow talisman paper floated out from the car window, and was precisely pasted on the ghost mother's forehead, spontaneously igniting without fire.

The ghost mother's forehead was scorched black, thick black smoke came out, and she let out a miserable scream.

This evil thing has already regained some sense of sanity, and when he saw that he couldn't get a bargain, his figure flickered, and he was about to run away.

The second uncle opened the car door and jumped out, holding a mahogany sword in his hand and half a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Be careful!" I reminded aloud from the side.

The ghost mother was very cunning, she suddenly turned around and grabbed the second uncle, her long nails were as sharp as a blade.

The second uncle, who was usually drunk, was completely changed at this moment, his movements were fast and ruthless, and with a flick of the mahogany sword in his hand, he stabbed at the ghost mother's eyebrows.

The ghost mother flew back, screamed unwillingly, and disappeared into the darkness like lightning, without knowing where she was going.

"Second Uncle, are you so powerful?" I widened my eyes, as if I knew Second Uncle again.

"Second Uncle Zhang, you've been hiding it all the time." The driver's door opened, and Zhen Qingyi, who was wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, jumped out, with her long hair tied on top of her head, looking a bit wild.

I found that I knew too little about this cheap daughter-in-law.

The first time we met, she was as clean and tidy as a strong woman, and the subsequent interactions made people feel like a spring breeze, but when driving a Hummer, she was wild and flamboyant. I really don't know which personality is the real her.

The second uncle flicked half of the cigarette in his hand, walked to the old house behind without saying a word, and then heard three shrill whistles.

"Without the supply of blood babies, the ghost mother will be turned into flying ash by daybreak." The second uncle came out with a mahogany sword in hand.

"Come and see, why is there a paper doll inside?" Fatty Wang squatted aside, greeting with an incredulous expression on his face.

I heard the sound and rushed over, looking at the figure in the black robe, it's not a Feng Shui evil master, it's just a paper dummy.

"It looks like the paper figurine sold by Li Jinya. Could it be that he has colluded with the Feng Shui evil master?" I exclaimed, the paper figurine on the ground was very old, and the style looked familiar.

The second uncle came over, took off the iron mask, stretched out a finger, and touched the eyebrows of the paper figurine, "It's indeed Zhumen's method. Li Jinya is just an apprentice who just started, and he doesn't have the ability."

The four sects of witchcraft, medicine, physiognomy, and Zhu have a long history. I know the first three sects, but the Zhu sect is more mysterious. I didn't expect Li Jinya to come from the Zhu sect.

"It's just a paper dummy, how can it be so powerful?" I still can't believe it, after all, the villager lying on the ground is not a decoration.

The second uncle touched the paper man for a while, and found a black bead in the paper man's mouth, "You didn't realize that this guy only knows one trick when he comes and goes."

"Is it because of this black bead?" I was full of puzzlement.

"This is a thousand-year-old mirage bead, which is born to confuse people's hearts, and I really don't mind that old thing." The second uncle played with the black mirage bead, with regret in his eyes, "It's a pity that it has been discarded."

"I didn't expect that Feng Shui evil master to be so cunning that he would use a paper man to confuse us." Last time, the golden boy and jade girl who could blink were already very evil, but this time I met an even more evil one, who was able to run and jump. Can also speak and cast spells.

"The paper figurines of Zhumen, the longer they live in their souls, the more spiritual they become. This paper figurine on the ground has been used for at least 20 years, so it can be regarded as the clone of that old thing." The second uncle lit a cigarette and said faintly.

"That Fengshui evil master, spent a lot of time building a paper doll as a substitute, could it be..." I actually had a vague guess in my heart.

"Naturally, Li Daitao is stiff. The real old hag of the Yu family died a long time ago. Who is the impostor who is alive?" Zhen Qingyi gritted her teeth.

"But why did he kill Aunt Tan?" I frowned.

Only people with inherently flawed fates will desperately "borrow their lives". After all, this kind of taboo technique needs to pay a price. Could it be that the evil Feng Shui master is also a deadly murderer?
Fatty Wang looked bewildered and couldn't understand what the rest of us were talking about.

"Let's go, since we're here, we have to meet the master." The second uncle's expression was terrifyingly calm.

I can feel that under the calm face of my second uncle, there is a volcano that is about to erupt.

(End of this chapter)