dragon hunter

Chapter 29
Seeing the souls of his companions scattered, the demon fox's eyes showed sorrow, the body in the blue robe trembled slightly, raised a furry fox face, and let out a mournful howl towards the moon covered by dark clouds.

Fatty Wang was trembling, and rushed to my side, stretched out his finger and poked my arm, "Let's get out as soon as no one is paying attention."

Zhen Qingyi's eyes were red, and she stared at Old Madam Yu with resentment on her face, gnashing her teeth, "I won't leave, there are so many people today, they can't clean up that old thing, and there will be no chance in the future."

"Fatty, this black light is blind, in case something happens along the way..." I deliberately said in a gloomy tone.

Fatty Wang's face was pale, and he looked around very uneasily. He was very scared at first, but now that I scare him, he feels that he is not safe anywhere.

"Keep your heart in your stomach, haven't you heard that the most dangerous place is the safest place." I patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder to cheer him up.

In fact, I was also a little apprehensive, but in front of Zhen Qingyi, I didn't want to lose face as a man, slapping my swollen face to pretend to be fat.

"The survivors of Qingqiu were born between heaven and earth, and return to their hometown after death." Yaohu stood up, turned around, and knelt down to the moon.

The ghost foxes that came out of the wilderness squatted next to them one by one, raised a pair of front paws, and worshiped the moon together.

The dark clouds receded, revealing a blood-red full moon, which was extremely strange.

A sense of dryness and heat rose in my body, and my mood became inexplicably irritable, and I wanted to find someone to fight.

"Be careful! Keep your mind." The second uncle reminded in a deep voice.

Zhen Qingyi couldn't hold back at first, gritted his teeth, clenched the dagger in his hand, and ran towards Old Madam Yu.

"You're going to die, come back!" I reached out a step too late, didn't hold the other party, and quickly chased after him.

After running for a few steps, the frantic emotion in my body became more intense, and my mind was a little confused. I forgot that I wanted to stop Zhen Qingyi from taking risks at first, so I rushed towards Old Madam Yu with red eyes.

"Confused, aren't you two going to die?" Second Uncle shouted after him.

"Going out is looking for death... I can't go out..." Fatty Wang struggled, gnashing his teeth for a while, then full of fear for a while, and lost control of his emotions.

Ma Huangpo let out a strange hoo hoo, but was entangled in the rope and could not break free.

I ran sullenly, and finally kept a sliver of clarity in my mind. When I passed by Zhen Qingyi, I grabbed the other's dagger and pushed her to the second uncle behind me.

Old Madam Yu sneered, seeing me running towards me with a dagger in hand, she stretched out a finger, "You are a murderer of Lone Star, young..."

As soon as the other party spoke, I felt bad food in my heart. I reached out to touch my face, and the cloth covering my face fell off at some point.

How dare I let the other party finish speaking, I flicked the dagger in my hand, and threw it at the other party like a flying knife. Dominated by that irritability, I forgot the difference in strength between the two sides, and acted like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

I rushed over foolishly, but I didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, but I put myself in danger.

Mrs. Yu took out a copper mirror and pointed the mirror at me, saying in a low voice, "Actually, you are already dead. Take a closer look at the mirror. Your complexion is purple and your seal is black. You are now a corpse."

I know that I can't look into the mirror, but the other party's words seem to have a strange magic power, so I can't help but look into the mirror.

The face in the mirror frightened me. It was a lifeless face, with bluish-purple corpse spots covering the cheeks, and the brows were full of black corpse aura.

"Close your eyes, you can't see!" Second Uncle shouted, his voice full of anxiety.

I felt a little dizzy, my whole body was weak, the vitality in my body was draining rapidly, and my lips were a little dry.

I watched helplessly as my face in the bronze mirror gradually began to rot, and the flesh and blood peeled off from the face, leaving white bones.

I couldn't help stretching out my hand and touching my face, feeling a bad premonition in my heart, as if what happened in the bronze mirror was the reality I would face.

"Don't touch it with your hands!" The second uncle said hurriedly, ran over quickly, and knocked out the bronze mirror in Mrs. Yu's hand with a mahogany sword.

"It's already late, did you see that? You're already a dead person." Old Madam Yu laughed strangely, her high-pitched voice, changing from male to female, made people feel chills.

I seemed to hear someone calling my name, and subconsciously turned around, and saw a figure walking out of the deep darkness, wearing a strange black robe, a tall black hat, and dragging an iron chain in his hand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fatty Wang squatting under the table tremblingly with a look of hell, looking at my face with extremely terrified eyes.

"Am I really dead? What happened to my face?" I yelled in panic in my heart, feeling my body was getting weaker and weaker, I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

"Calm down, don't think wildly." The second uncle's voice sounded like thunder in my ears. He stretched out a finger, bit it open, and tapped it between my eyebrows.

"Take the blood of the Zhang family as a guide, and return to the soul!" The second uncle drew a blood symbol between my eyebrows with his fingers.

I felt a slight twitch between my eyebrows, and a hot air flowed from the Qianlong tattoo behind me, constantly making up for my fading vitality.

"You have so much yang energy! Let me see what secrets you have." Granny Yu's eyes showed greed.

The second uncle stood in front of me and fought with Mrs. Yu. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his movements were obviously much slower.

I was anxious, the second uncle obviously couldn't last long, and Mrs. Yu raised her finger a few times, but fortunately the second uncle reacted quickly and interrupted him immediately.

Yaohu finally made 49 obeisances to the blood moon, stood up and faced Mrs. Yu, bowed down again, and a blood-red beam of light descended from the sky.

"Three bows by the demon fox, the gods will fall into the mundane world!" I had some expectations in my heart, hoping that this last bow by the demon fox could take care of Old Madam Yu.

The blood-red beam of light landed on Old Madam Yu's body, and the other party screamed, thick black smoke billowed from her body, and her expression suddenly became tense.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, a black hole appeared on Granny Yu's forehead.

I subconsciously turned around and saw Zhen Qingyi was holding a shotgun. He looked a little excited and his arms were trembling.

"Mom, I finally avenged you." Zhen Qingyi's eyes showed relief, his body softened, and he fainted on the ground.

Old lady Yu stood there quietly, motionless, no blood flowed out of the black hole on her forehead, and a layer of black air enveloped her whole body, which looked extremely strange.

The second uncle gritted his teeth, raised the mahogany sword in his hand and stabbed at Old Madam Yu, the tip of the sword easily pierced into the opponent's body.

Then Old Madam Yu shriveled up like a leaking balloon, turning into a thin piece of skin and falling to the ground.

"Pi Jinyi from Zhumen!" The second uncle stared at the piece of skin on the ground.

I looked at the human skin on the ground in shock, I didn't expect to deal with such a wicked thing after working for a long time.

"Mr. Yin, and Mrs. Yu are not the real body of the Feng Shui evil master. Who is the other party?" I felt a little confused.

"How is it possible, the secret art of human skin brocade clothing has long been lost." The second uncle looked a little dazed.

I sorted out some messy clues. I once saw a short record of the secret art of human skin brocade clothing in the Broken Physiognomy, "Human skin brocade clothing is so ingenious that it cannot be worn by the dead."

That is to say, the real Feng Shui evil master is actually a dead person?
I feel that my brain is not enough. I thought I guessed the truth, but I didn't expect the truth and gave us a slap in the face.

"No, there is a trace of remnant soul running away inside that piece of human skin." Ma Huangpo leaned on Li Xiaolei, trembling and shouted.

The demon fox's expression changed, its pointed nose trembled slightly, and it sniffed around, "The smell has disappeared, and the remnant soul is hiding nearby."

"It doesn't matter if you are a human or a ghost, I will definitely find you out and destroy you." The second uncle gritted his teeth.

I walked over and helped Zhen Qingyi who had fainted on the ground. Looking at her pale and pretty face, I felt a little complicated. If she wakes up and knows the truth, will she be disappointed?
"Paper people, as well as human skin, can actually turn into people. Fat Lord, I have opened my eyes. This hellish place will be my grandson in the future." Fatty Wang was still terrified.

"This... I have seen the skin of this evil sect..." An old voice shouted in panic.

All eyes were on the villager who spoke. It was a gray-haired old man, one of the two who brought the sacrifice.

The old villager seemed unaccustomed to being stared at by everyone, with a restrained expression, and stammered, "It happened a long time ago, when I was only 20 years old, and I went to the grave with my elders for the first time."

"There were eight people when we went out that time, only three came back alive, and now I am the only one left." The eyes of the old villager were full of fear.

"The human skin brocade clothes, you found them in the tomb?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, I have a cousin who was glued to his body by this piece of human skin and sucked alive." The old villager's face was pale.

"Where is the tomb, and who is the owner?" I asked.

"I don't know. It was found together with this human skin and a golden mask in an old forest in western Hunan." The old villager replied.

"Is the expression on that mask half a smile, with a strange mark on his forehead?" Second Uncle interjected and asked.

"That's right. That mask is very peculiar. Once people see it, they will never forget it." The old village name showed memories in his eyes.

"Zhumen's eternal life mask!" The second uncle's eyes showed shock, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

"Did you bring the mask and this human skin out of the tomb?" I stared at the old villager and asked.

"This man's skin is so evil that we didn't dare to touch it. We only brought back the golden mask." The old villager seemed to remember something, with a look of fear on his face, "Then strange things happened one after another in the village."

"Ah! I remembered." The bald man with triangular eyes had been standing by and listened, and now he exclaimed, "I was still young, and one after another in the village, people kept being sucked dry and turned into horrible mummy. The mask you brought back is doing something wrong."

(End of this chapter)