The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang did not hesitate at all, and rushed to the inn with his sword.

With his current cultivation, although he had not learned the light body skills, his magic power was full, and the clear air in his body was rising. With a tap of his toes, he was like a flying swallow across the sky.

Passers-by on the street were stunned.

He lightly tapped on the treetops, and successfully borrowed the force, floating up dozens of feet, and got in through a window on the fourth floor.

If it were in a martial arts world, this light skill alone would be enough to make a big name.

As soon as he landed, the ghost-slaying sword was drawn, flashing a faint red light in the dark night.

A Li also came with two swords, one man and one ghost, both sharpening their swords, ready for a big fight, but the scene in front of them made them stunned.

In the room, Su Ru was hung in the air by several white ropes, her body was covered in blood, and what was even more terrifying was that her stomach was cut open, revealing a dead baby.

Er Ye sat on the ground expressionlessly, holding a human skin mask tightly in his hand.

That was Su Ru's face.

Seeing this scene, it was not difficult for Zhang Jiuyang to guess the inside story.

The real Su Ru had been killed, and the current one was pretended by the Painted Skin Master's men.

Judging from the situation, it should have happened during the time when the Second Master was captured by the Yin soldiers.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled slightly, which meant that the Painted Skin Master's men had been hiding in Luotian County for a long time. In this case, when he and Li Yan went to the execution ground together that night, would they be seen by the other party's men?

Although he was wearing a mask, Li Yan's iron spear could not be concealed.

In an instant, his lurking road ushered in a huge crisis. If the Painted Skin Master's men really saw it, then the next Huangquan gathering would definitely be a dragon's den and a tiger's den for him.

Of course, Zhang Jiuyang did not regret it. If it weren't for Li Yan, he would not have survived that night.

He could only take one step and see.

"In fact, when she pulled me into the inn, I felt something was wrong."

The second master turned slowly, with a magpie hairpin pierced into his heart, and the sharp tip of the hairpin pierced deeply into his heart, leaving only the hairpin head.

It can be seen that this attack was fierce and decisive, and the opponent was trying to kill him with one blow.

However, the second master's body was made of paper, and his heart was no longer a vital point. The magpie hairpin pierced into his body, and not even a drop of blood flowed out.

But Zhang Jiuyang knew that he was more sad than the death of his heart.

The second master seemed to have become older all of a sudden. Even with thick hair and makeup on his face, he couldn't hide his decadent old look. His back was deeply bent, and the hand holding his face was trembling slightly.

"How could Su Ru, who loves children so much, take the initiative to pull me to the inn to have fun while pregnant?"

"It's just that I still held a glimmer of hope at the time, hoping that I was wrong."

The second master raised his eyes, his eyes red.

"It's me who didn't protect her well!"

Then he said something that made Zhang Jiuyang's hair stand on end.

"This woman not only peeled off Su Ru's skin, but also cut open her belly, dug out my child alive, and then sealed it in her belly with a secret method."

"How painful it must have been for Su Ru at that time..."

It was clearly midsummer, but Zhang Jiuyang felt a chill in his heart.

The other party killed Su Ru, peeled her skin and made a mask. Although she could become exactly like Su Ru, there was one thing that was difficult to imitate - the belly.

Su Ru was pregnant at the time.

So she went all out, cut open her caesarean section to take out the baby, and then put it in her belly with some secret method.

No wonder Su Ru's belly didn't grow at all during this period. How could a dead baby continue to grow?

And she should have been in great pain. Zhang Jiuyang saw that her internal organs were almost squeezed into a corner by the dead baby, and they were crowded together.

But even so, she persisted for more than half a month, and got up early and worked late every day to make pancakes, showing a gentle smile to everyone.

Even Zhang Jiuyang didn't find any flaws.

This kind of mentality is simply too terrible.

"I hate... I can't... help my Lord..."

"My Lord... will... be immortal..."

She was not dead yet. After her skin was peeled off, she revealed a face full of knife wounds, which looked hideous and ugly like a ghost.

But when she said the word "my Lord", her face showed an unparalleled fanaticism.

It was as if a devout believer saw the true God.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes became colder and colder, and the anger boiled uncontrollably in his heart. He felt very sick when he smelled the blood in the air.

The Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire ignited in his eyes, as if it couldn't wait to burn away the disgusting filth and evil.

What disgusted him most was that this woman was not a monster or other evil spirit, but a person.

A person who worshipped evil spirits as gods and killed his own people.

"Where is the Painted Skin Master?"

"Do you have any companions?"

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward and asked.

However, the other party showed a contemptuous smile, and then bit off his tongue without hesitation.

Puff!

She spat Zhang Jiuyang's blood and showed a triumphant smile, which was very rampant.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at her quietly, his white clothes stained with blood, and even a few drops splashed on his face, making his handsome face look a bit weird.

He slowly smiled.

For some reason, the woman felt an inexplicable chill.

"I'll tell you a little-known fact, biting your tongue can't kill yourself immediately, but it doesn't matter, I'll help you."

The next moment, Zhang Jiuyang's sword flashed, and a red line appeared on the woman's neck.

There was a hint of relief in her eyes, and she looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a very mocking look.

As if to say, that's it?

But she soon stopped laughing.

Zhang Jiuyang grabbed her hair, lifted the bloody head, and smiled again, his voice gentle and calm.

"Let me tell you another piece of trivia: dead people can also talk."

The next moment, he inhaled sharply.

Supernatural power - ghost-eating!

The woman's soul was directly extracted from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, turned into delicacies and swallowed by Zhang Jiuyang.

The fear originating from the instinct of the soul finally made her collapse, she screamed in terror, and even began to beg for mercy.

However, it was already too late. With the last trace of her soul entering her belly, this woman who worshiped the evil spirit as a god was not only distraught, but the secrets she tried so hard to hide would also be accessible to Zhang Jiuyang.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the familiar resentment struck again.

But Zhang Jiuyang is no longer what he used to be. To him, this bit of resentment is no different from stuffing it between his teeth. It is as simple as swatting a mosquito to death with his hand.

He saw a picture.

It turned out that this woman was originally from Yangzhou, was a promiscuous person, and had a very bad reputation. When she got older, she married an honest man.

It was just an ordinary life, and I had never been exposed to the world of monks.

Until one of her affairs was discovered by a man, her angry husband cut her face with a knife and kicked her out.

After losing her beauty, she was subjected to cold looks and ridicule, and even brothels abandoned her like worn shoes.

Until the appearance of the painting master.

He appreciated her hatred, caressed her scars, and customized the most beautiful face for her. He became a famous oiran in Yangzhou and traveled among the nobles.

After putting on the mask, her admiration for the painted skin owner grows day by day.

She knelt at his feet and kissed his footprints, just to get a chance to show mercy, but the painting master never touched her.

Not long ago, King Yue Ling of the Ming Dynasty broke into Yangzhou and violently killed the skinner of the painting owner. He seemed to have found some clues and wanted to send someone to conduct a thorough investigation of Yangzhou.

The Painted Skin Master sent her to Qingzhou and gave her a special task.

Become Su Ru and wait for a person named Chen Er. If he can wait, he will wait for an opportunity to kill him and peel off his face.

Suru is a very gentle woman. She pretended to be a foreigner who had lost her money. Not only did the other party have no suspicion, but he also baked pancakes for her enthusiastically and said that she had read a book and asked her to help think of a name for the child.

Suru goes to bed very late every day. Even if she goes to bed, she still has to keep a light on and refuses to turn it off.

Whenever she looked at Suru embroidering a tiger hat under the candlelight, there was always an unspeakable jealousy in her heart.

That night, she killed Suru, cut open her belly, and said something with a sneer.

"It's a girl. Your tiger head hat was embroidered wrongly."

…

Half an hour later.

Under the water well in Chen Er's home.

Zhang Jiuyang came up with a bloody corpse. This was the real Su Ru, who was brutally killed and thrown into the well.

He hired the best mortician in Luotian County, known among the people as Chuhei, that is, the mortician, to restore the deceased's original appearance and retain the last bit of dignity.

The other party's craftsmanship was very good. After two hours of work, Suru's body was quietly placed in the coffin.

Her face was sewn shut again, the dead baby was sewn back into her belly, she put on a brand new plain dress, her face was smeared with makeup, and even her messy hair was combed neatly and tied with a magpie hairpin. With.

It looks like he is asleep.

The only disharmonious thing is that this coffin is a bit big, much larger than an ordinary coffin.

After the undertaker left, the second master came over and lay down in the coffin.

"Boy, thank you very much. I would also like to thank you for taking care of our funeral."

"It should."

Zhang Jiuyang clapped his hands.

The next moment, Ah Li came over, holding a cup of tea, and saluted respectfully: "Master, have some tea!"

The second master was stunned for a moment.

"The etiquette cannot be abolished."

Zhang Jiuyang said: "After drinking this cup of tea, the second master can be regarded as leaving a legacy."

A smile finally appeared on the second master's face. He took the tea and drank it in one gulp, looking at Ah Li with very complicated eyes.

"Girl, if you use your ghost body to practice the method of walking in the underworld, I can't predict your future achievements. The only thing is that although we walkers in the underworld are coerced by the underworld, we have to do something against our will."

"However, when you are born in the human world, you are usually cared for by your neighbors. If you are able, you should help them more."

"As for the most dangerous Yin-walking technique, if you are not at the dangerous level, you must not practice it, remember!"

At this moment, he was like an old man who was worried about his children before he died, and he kept telling them.

Ah Li listened very carefully, rarely interrupting.

After admonishing Ah Li, he sighed softly.

"A wanderer has five disadvantages and three shortcomings, and his kinship is extremely shallow. Second Master, I have long been prepared to expose my body to the wilderness. I didn't expect that there would be a successor in the end."

"Boy, you are serious."

"As for the painting master..."

He paused, and his voice suddenly became deeper. He shook his head and said, "Don't provoke him anymore. We can't deal with that person. I've already lost a child, so don't hurt my descendants anymore." Have friends."

"I can't thank you enough for helping me take care of my funeral affairs."

After a pause, he forced out a smile and said, "If there is a sequel to "Jin Ping Mei", remember to burn it for me. Second Master likes to read it."

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent.

"Hey, kid, you won't even agree to this!"

"Second Master, you can't be buried with Su Ru yet."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly said.

Second Master's expression froze and said, "Why?"

"Because I want to borrow your head for a while."

Zhang Jiuyang slowly raised his eyes, his eyes as sharp as a sword.

"There is something that has been hidden from Second Master for a long time. In fact, I have another identity, the ninth heavenly stem of Huangquan. This time I robbed the execution ground just to get Second Master's head, so that I can sit firmly on the ninth seat of Yanfu Mountain."

Boom!

Second Master was struck by lightning, his eyes were full of shock, and he looked at Zhang Jiuyang in disbelief.

Suddenly, he remembered the conversation between Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling that day.

He finally realized and figured out everything.

The Second Master laughed loudly, as if he wanted to laugh out all the anger in his heart, his voice was happy and heroic.

"Hahaha, boy, just take it and use it!"

"In that case, why should I, the Second Master, cherish this head!"

Zhang Jiuyang nodded, his voice calm and firm.

"The boy Zhang Jiuyang will not let you down."

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