I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 9 Adults should handle adult matters
The base camp of human traffickers and scammers was exposed. Before the police arrived, the last child Zhang Pinghong killed was her own child.

She knew that these children were full of resentment, and was afraid that they would become wronged spirits and haunt her endlessly in the future. So before she fled, she dug a deep pit, buried a peach wood stake, and chained her son's corpse to it. She also planted a thunder and fire peach wood nail seven inches in front of it, so that her son's corpse would absorb the souls of all the children who died here, and then let the thunder and fire peach wood nail slowly grind them away, so that they would never be reborn...

After escaping police arrest, Chen Ahui and Zhang Pinghong hid for several years before coming out. They were afraid that they would be discovered for the child trafficking incident, so they started to join gangs.

Although Chen Ahui's martial arts skills were not very good, he was ruthless enough. Together with Zhang Pinghong who knew some sorcery, he gradually became famous and established the Zhongyi Gang.

Thirty years passed in a flash. The former Zhang Pinghong had grown old and become an old woman. She lived in Kowloon Walled City and made a living by doing things for the bosses of various gangs using sorcery. As for Chen Ahui, the two had separated long ago due to a conflict over the past thirty years.

Chen Ahui was assassinated tonight and his head was cut off.

Zhang Pinghong had just learned about this incident and initially thought it was a vendetta among gang members.

Now seeing her son appear before her, along with this young man of unknown origin, she understood.

The peach wood nails she had planted back then had not been able to completely wipe out so many souls. Now her son had come out to seek revenge on her, and he had even found a helper...

Zhang Pinghong was trembling all over, the pain in her broken joints was unbearable, and turbid tears flowed from her eyes as she cried, "Aqiu, my son, I had no choice back then. It was all forced by Chen Ahui! As a mother, how could I really want to kill my own son..."

It turns out that the boy in red is called Aqiu.

Its body was already blurry, floating up, its feet standing on Zhang Pinghong, looking down at him, its eyes red as it said, "If you hadn't come... I might have believed you, but now that you're here, I'm already dead."

Zhang Pinghong begged for mercy loudly.

A Qiu stretched out his gray hands and slowly grabbed her neck: "Come with me... I've been waiting for too long..."

Perhaps because she was about to die, Zhang Pinghong suddenly burst out with great strength, climbed up from the ground and slammed her head against the incense table. Bang, the wood broke, and it seemed that a secret box broke, and a small jar fell out. She opened the lid with one hand, grabbed a handful of ashes from inside and threw them at her son: "Go to hell!"

White ash filled the air and stained the boy in red, instantly leaving charred marks like a highly corrosive substance.

"what……"

A shrill scream rang out in the room!

Chen Qingyuan found that the white ash only had an effect on the boy in red. He picked up the bones scattered on the ground and threw them outside on the balcony: "Get out of the way!"

Zhang Pinghong laughed like a madman: "Hahaha, you want to deal with me too? There are ashes of those rubbish in here! I have been raising them for a long time, and they have finally become evil ghosts. As long as I let them out, you will all die!"

The words just fell!

The copper incense burner enlarged in front of Zhang Pinghong's eyes, and with a clang, everything went dark before his eyes!
She subconsciously reached her hand into the jar. There was a sound of a sharp blade entering flesh. Her vision recovered a little bit. It turned out that the young man was holding a Buddhist pestle and pierced her hand!

"You have no magical power, what can you do..."

Chen Qingyuan took out a piece of talisman paper and slapped it on the handle of the demon-subduing pestle, chanting: "Om Darre Dudarre Dure Saha!"

The talisman paper turned to ashes, and the demon-subduing pestle glowed with a faint red light. He slammed the incense burner in his left hand on the handle, and smashed the demon-subduing pestle along with Zhang Pinghong's hand into the jar like hammering a nail!
Wow!

The urn was broken, the white ashes scattered, and a small black doll was stuck on the tip of the demon-subduing pestle. In just two breaths, the doll bled from all seven orifices and turned into ashes...

The evil ghost that had been raised for more than 20 years was stabbed to death before it could be released.

Zhang Pinghong was completely stunned. She stared blankly at the demon-subduing pestle in Chen Qingyuan's hand and said, "You are not a wizard at all. Who is helping you? Ah..." The boy in red rushed in from outside, bit Zhang Pinghong's other hand with his sharp teeth, and tore the flesh and blood frantically.

Zhang Pinghong was in a state of extreme misery, as if being tortured by slow slicing. She rolled back and forth on the ground and was about to die.

Chen Qingyuan picked up the bones of the boy in red and pasted talisman paper on them.

The boy in red was almost crazy at this moment. The talisman paper was pasted on his corpse, and he felt pain all over his body. He turned around and said fiercely: "You are not a good guy either!"

"You kid..."

Chen Qingyuan walked over and grabbed Zhang Pinghong's hair, saying coldly: "I learned from the mage that although you have a lot of resentment, you haven't had time to kill anyone since you came out. As long as you accept salvation, you will be able to reincarnate soon. But if you kill someone, the consequences will be different. You will have to be punished in hell before you can reincarnate."

"You mean let her go?"

"Adults will handle adult matters."

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, time was running out, so he pulled out the demon-subduing pestle from the jar and hit Zhang Pinghong on the forehead: "I'm really sorry, according to the original plan, I should let you feel my sincerity more, but it's too late now, you should go to bed early."

The demon-subduing pestle hit him, and Zhang Ping's eyes widened red, and he instantly fell into a baby-like sleep.

Chen Qingyuan pulled out the demon-subduing pestle, picked up the rag on the table, wiped it a few times and put it away, gathered the bones of the boy in red, and pushed the door out.

It was already four in the morning, but Zhang Pinghong's screams like a pig being slaughtered woke up many people. When he came out with the bag on his back, many people stood on the balcony to watch the excitement...

He glanced at those people and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "What are you looking at? Are you afraid that my sack can't hold the bodies?"

As soon as these words came out, all the onlookers retreated back into their rooms, and only a few sturdy men who looked like gangsters were still standing there watching...

When Chen Qingyuan walked down.

Suddenly, two men in their early forties stopped me and said with a fake smile, "Brother, I don't care where you are from, but seeing that you have bags and packages hanging on your body, I'm afraid you took a lot of things from Mrs. Hong. It's no big deal, just leave some for us brothers!"

Chen Qingyuan was somewhat helpless. The task was almost done, but two clowns had to come out to add to the drama. He took off his bag helplessly, reached in and fumbled around, and asked, "You two look murderous. Have you ever killed anyone?"

The man with a scorpion tattoo on his body was holding an iron rod and sneered, "For those of you who live in Kowloon Walled City, it doesn't matter if you have someone's life in your hands. Do you want revenge?"

Both of them are stronger than Chen Qingyuan. It is normal that they cannot defeat the immortal Hong Po. There is no reason why they cannot defeat her.

Chen Qingyuan smiled awkwardly and said, "Okay, okay, okay, I admit defeat and I'll give you the things!"

He handed the bag to the man with the scorpion tattoo: "All the things are here, and this thing is copper-plated, and there is pure gold inside!" As he spoke, he handed the copper incense burner inside to another man.

Pure gold?

The man subconsciously picked it up and examined it carefully, while the scorpion man next to him was rummaging through the contents of the package.

Phew!

The demon-subduing pestle is thirty centimeters long, like a cone, and it can easily penetrate into the neck of the man holding the incense burner!
(End of this chapter)