The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 11: Killing Ghosts

night is deep,
Xue Mansion, inner house, living room.

A table of fine wine and banquet was already set, and all the guests who were supposed to come were seated.
Although there are not many people, only about five or six, any one of them is a well-known figure in the entire Baisha City.

As for Xue Nu, the Xue Mansion's chief steward, he had already changed into simple clothes, and stood aside with a slightly hunched back, holding a pot of wine.

Sitting at the top was his master, the head of the Xue family and the county magistrate of Baisha City, Xue Minghua.

Judging from his appearance, he and Xue Nu are somewhat similar, both of them are well-built and dressed in fancy clothes.
If it weren't for the huge difference in that face, perhaps Xue Nu would be a replica of him outside.

Waving his hand, he said, "Since everyone is here, let's have a banquet. Xue Nu, pour some wine for the adults and then talk about the matter."

"Yes, Master!"

Xue Nu responded and immediately started to work. He first filled his master's cup.

He then filled the guests' glasses with wine one by one in order, and began to narrate the details of his visit to Xuanzhen Temple over the past few days.

He did not dare to exaggerate, but just made his conversation with Chu Zhou clear, until the end, when he added maliciously:
"Perhaps, after the death of Master Xuan Zhen, that little fellow really thought that he could inherit this huge family business. He became a little arrogant and even dared to threaten us?"

"Oh? How do you threaten me? I've seen that young Taoist priest. He doesn't look brave, does he?" A young voice sounded. He turned the cup and asked with interest:
Xue Nu opened his mouth to continue making up stories, but the voice of the Xue family's patriarch sounded at the right time: "It doesn't matter. What matters is that he refused, and he refused us twice.

So, we shouldn’t give him a third chance.”

"Then let's do as we agreed before. He's just a kid of fifteen or sixteen, with two kids. What kind of trouble can he make?"

This time, an old voice spoke, with the vicissitudes of life that only old people have, and the words it said were even more arrogant: "If you ask me, you should have taken action a long time ago. Why drag it on for so many days?"

The head of the Xue family shook his head and said, "I am the county magistrate, and we are all well-known figures, so we still have to save face.

It would be best if there were no hidden dangers in terms of legal principles!"

The old voice seemed to have no fear of the county magistrate at all, and he said, "The problem is, in the end, don't you still have to use force? It's like taking off your pants to fart, it's a waste of time."

The smile on the face of the head of the Xue family froze, but after taking a deep look at the old man, his smile returned to normal.

He smiled and said to the others: "In any case, we have waited for so many days, and we have given enough face to Taoist Xuan Zhen. Let's wait until after his funeral before taking action. No one can find fault with us!

After all, we are not the only one in charge of Baisha City, so we still have to consider others."

"That's true."

This time it was the young man who agreed, but after a pause, he asked again: "Do you think that Taoist Master Chu has inherited some of the skills of Taoist Master Xuan Zhen?
For example, the secret technique of controlling ghosts?"

After these words were spoken, there was silence for a moment, but then several people started laughing, and it was the Xue family's patriarch who spoke up: "Do you really think that Taoist Xuan Zhen sincerely wants to accept those three disciples?

They are just being used as slaves!

Moreover, considering Xuan Zhen's old temperament, do you really think he would pass on his best skills to others?"

Another powerful voice sounded: "In my opinion, it is still unclear whether the secret technique of controlling ghosts really exists.
If there really was one, Taoist Xuan Zhen would not have been beheaded by the one-horned ghost without any resistance. "

"It's hard to say. After all, you know that secret techniques exist. No one knows what the side effects are.

Does it require advance preparation to use?
It is not uncommon for a boat to capsize in a gutter!"

"That's true!"

The Xue family patriarch waved his hand and said, "These are not things that need to be discussed now. There is no need. After we take over Xuanzhen Temple and find the secret technique, we can each copy a copy.

As for the property, land, and shops, they should still be divided according to the previous proportions. Do you have any opinions?"

"I don't have one here!"

"no!"

"so be it!"

"I don't have any objection either."

As long as there is no obvious change in strength, there is naturally no objection to the rules that have already been formed, and everyone responded quickly.

At the end, the head of the Xue family stood up and said, "In this case, let's drink this cup to the full. I wish that the foundation of each family will be further increased."

"Drink Sheng!"

"Drink Sheng!"

The group of people happily finalized the matter and drank up the wine in their glasses. After putting down his glass, the head of the Xue family waved his hand casually.

What he meant was to let Xue Nu pour the wine!
Because it was a conspiracy, it was not convenient to let the singing girl and the like get involved, so the Xue family's big manager was asked to help pour the wine.

However, under normal circumstances, Xue Nu was also a smart man, and he would make arrangements properly without much explanation.

But this time, this time, even with clear instructions, Xue Nu still did not take any action.

This made the head of the Xue family frown. Anger flashed across his fat face and he felt embarrassed.

But when he looked up, he saw that the other people were staring at his side with stiff eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

The head of the Xue family frowned even more tightly, turned his head instinctively, and then he jumped up in shock.

Xue Nu was seen standing nearby in a daze, his whole body shaking like a sieve, his eyes were completely black, his face was full of confusion and pain, his mouth kept opening and closing, but no sound came out.

There were also gusts of cold wind blowing in through the cracks in the doors and windows, penetrating into the room. Even though there were braziers burning all around, the air was still filled with cold air, making people shiver.

"What, what's going on?"

The young man spoke with a trembling voice, his face horrified, and he stammered, "Could it be, could it be the secret technique of controlling ghosts? Ghost, ghosts are coming?"

Where there are fearful ones, there are naturally brave ones. The arrogant old man snorted coldly and said, "You are a ghost, let me see what you can do."

As he said this, the energy and blood in his body rose like a furnace. After dispelling some of the cold wind, he lunged forward again and blasted out with his hands like hammers!
It was obvious that this old man was a real master, or at least had entered the realm of practicing internal organs. His every move was like a giant beast rampant, and wherever his fists passed, there was a series of rumbling sounds.

And his fist actually hit Xue Nu's body.

How could Xue Nu withstand a punch from a martial artist who practices dirty martial arts?
He was like a kite with a broken string, he broke through the window and flew out.

However, the old man held back on this attack, not because he cared about Xue Nu's life, but purely to prevent any accidents.

But this blow also took half of Xue Nu's life and pushed him into a stalemate.

After landing, he vomited blood in large mouthfuls, but still couldn't help looking around in horror, muttering "Don't come over, don't come over", as if some terrifying existence was chasing him.

Such a big commotion naturally alarmed the guards of the Xue Mansion.

Many guards, servants, and even martial artists gathered here with guns and sticks.

But looking at the crazy butler, they seemed a little at a loss.

Then, they saw it. They saw Xue Nu's eyes turn black again, his whole body suddenly trembled, and he stood stiff in place.

But this time, he didn't stand still, but had a weird smile on his face.

After looking around, he raised his hands, grabbed his hair and neck at the same time, and tried to pull them up.

That feeling was extremely strange, as if he was going to rip off his own head!
But the thing is, he actually did it.

His skin and flesh were torn apart, his bones and tendons were broken, and I didn't know where he got such great strength to tear his own head apart.

The headless corpse lay there, with only blood gushing out, spurting several meters high and then falling like raindrops.

It dyed the ground red and also splashed onto the faces and bodies of the martial artists guarding the courtyard.

Even though they had practiced martial arts for years and had even seen blood before, at this moment, they were all horrified and stepped back, screaming.

Amid the spurting blood, there was a chilling wind, and a ghost seemed to appear and disappear.

He turned his head to look towards the living room, grinned, and then disappeared again.

In the living room, several important figures were not in a good mood, especially the head of the Xue family, who even lost his composure: "What, what is this?"

"A demon! What else could it be?"

The person who spoke was another elderly man. His face was relatively calm, and he even fetched the wine jug and poured himself a glass of wine.

But looking at his trembling hands, you can tell that he is not in much better condition.

Facing everyone's gaze, he said, "A few years ago, I was also fortunate enough to see the scene where that old Taoist Xuan Zhen controlled ghosts and killed people. At that time, it was just like this now."

"Isn't Taoist Xuanzhen dead? Can a dead person ward off ghosts?"

"But his disciple is still alive! Our Taoist Priest Chu is not as simple as he seems."

He raised his head again, looked at everyone, and said, "I think we should reconsider our previous plan."

“Those who practice esoteric arts are often strange and unpredictable!

As for the ghost tamers, they may not be strong in direct combat, but as long as they can’t kill the snake, I guess we won’t be able to sleep well in the future.”

……

Xuanzhen concept,
in the bedroom.

Chu Zhou threw away the gloomy wooden sign in his hand, fell on the bed with a pale face, and gasped heavily.

This kind of thing of fighting ghosts and killing people is really like killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of your own people. The consumption of essence and blood is really exaggerated.

Fortunately, the effect was outstanding the first time.

And the death of Xue Nu should be a deterrent to some people, right?
As long as he is given some time, he will have more room for maneuver.

Of course, "The Art of Controlling Ghosts" has its limitations after all. Chu Zhou has no clear vision when controlling ghosts and killing people.

Therefore, he didn't know that he had killed Xue Nu in public at a gathering of important people.

He had no idea how quickly the news spread.

In just one night, just one night, what happened in Xue Mansion had spread throughout the entire Baisha City.

And this time the deterrence was far more successful than Chu Zhou had imagined.

　New book, tickets are in order...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)