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Chapter 403 The Hammer Knife Arrives
"You're not dead yet?"

Zhuang Boshi squinted at the man who looked like a corpse.

He was holding a wood-chopping knife in his hand.

It was covered in rust and had many gaps, as if it had been buried in the ground for many years, with some special soil still remaining on it.

It was that machete that never lost its cool factor from start to finish.

He was the one who was slashed several times by this wood-chopping knife just now.

Bosch's gaze swept across the dark corners of the room.

Newspaper fragments littered the floor and walls, revealing a series of pained faces, their eyes fixed on Zhuang Boshi, mouths agape as they let out silent cries of agony.

obviously.

Not only did Li Qingzhi not die, he also tore the invading newspaper ghost into pieces.

Therefore, the Ghost Post Office is only now arranging for messengers to deliver red letters.

Therefore, the "human head balloon incident" in ZS City did not occur.

Therefore, not a single ghost came out of the rooms at Caesars Hotel!

Li Qingzhi is really still alive!

"You...recognize me?" Li Qingzhi asked in a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his tone had an eerie, inhuman quality.

As he spoke, the already dim light in the room became even dimmer, and Li Qingzhi's head tilted even further to the side.

Speaking aggravated the wound on his neck. Without the support of bones, the wound on his neck opened up even wider, and it seemed as if his head was about to fall off at any moment.

The putrid black blood dripped down his neck and covered his entire body.

Tick, tick.

Zhuang Boshi then noticed that Li Qingzhi's body was covered in black blood, and the blood seemed somewhat familiar.

Crack!

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the embers of the oil lamp in the room became even smaller.

It seemed as if Li Qingzhi had vanished from his shadow; he was as if darkness itself was constantly absorbing the light from the room.

One can imagine what terrifying things would happen after that dim oil lamp went out.

"Why aren't you coming in?" Li Qingzhi's tone was very strange.

He stood there on the edge of the shadows, with thick, impenetrable darkness behind him.

But Zhuang Boshi stood in the corridor, not entering the room, the flickering light shining on him.

One is light, the other is darkness.

"I don't want to just walk into a strange man's room." Zhuang Boshi looked Li Qingzhi up and down, his brow furrowed and his eyes gleaming, with bronze gears constantly turning in his eyes.

“Your condition is strange, neither fully alive nor fully dead. Your body is filled with supernatural elements by a vengeful ghost, but you cannot become a real vengeful ghost.”

"Nine Yin and One Yang had only one breath left, but the three souls were intact and the consciousness was not damaged, thus retaining the last bit of life."

"He inexplicably cultivated the zombie state of 'body stiff but mind not stiff, knowing death but not dying'."

"That's really impressive," Zhuang Boshi couldn't help but exclaim.

"Consciousness resides in the physical body, while the physical body is almost fused with the vengeful spirit, remaining incorruptible and uncorrupted. By using the indestructible body to protect the consciousness from being corrupted by the supernatural, one can walk a path to heaven."

"Unfortunately, the indestructible body also relies on the power of the vengeful spirit. It obtains power from the vengeful spirit to achieve perfect balance, but it is very likely to be easily pried open and destroyed by another vengeful spirit."

Zhuang Boshi glanced at the newspaper fragments scattered on the ground and sneered, "After the ghost newspaper invaded the ghost head, it actually started to affect your consciousness?"

"Am I right, Newspaper Ghost?"

Li Qingzhi's rotting, dead eyes slowly turned and looked at Zhuang Boshi, his voice hoarse like that of a ghost.

"Who exactly are you?"

The sentences became more and more fluent, clearly approaching the level of a normal person.

His already stiff expression grew increasingly cold: "What brings you here?"

His tone and expression are becoming more and more like those of a living person.

Zhuang Boshi took a step forward and entered the room.

Looking at Li Qingzhi's smug expression, he smiled and said, "I was just passing by to pick up some equipment, but now it seems—"

"I arrived just in time. Otherwise, if you, this vengeful ghost who has mastered Li Qingzhi's supernatural powers, had escaped, it would have been far more terrifying than any starving ghost or wish-granting ghost."

As the oil lamp dimmed further, Li Qingzhi grew even colder and more like a vengeful ghost.

Li Qingzhi swung his knife forward, and another deep wound appeared on Zhuang Boshi's chest, but it disappeared in an instant.

"You resort to violence at the slightest provocation." Zhuang Boshi shook his head: "Don't you vengeful ghosts know how to use your words?"

"Or do you think you've got me figured out?"

He raised his hand as well, and an invisible slash struck "Li Qingzhi".

However, the slash did not cause any damage to Li Qingzhi's body.

Li Qingzhi is the only ghost tamer who can ignore the side effects of the woodcutter's knife.

Li Qingzhi took a step forward, and the darkness around him began to expand and cover Zhuang Boshi.

Zhuang Boshi tried to use his intangible abilities to evade, but found that his spatial abilities were being suppressed, leaving him only able to move with his physical body.

At the same time, "Li Qingzhi" stared intently at Zhuang Boshi's face. The head that was about to fall off began to twist, flesh and blood crawled up and down, and bones began to shrink.

It actually began to transform into Bosch's head in a short period of time.

It already looks about 70-80% like it.

"I see, so the Demon Head's ability is transformation?"

Zhuang Boshi took out a long spear from his spatial ring, with coffin nails tied to it.

One shot thrust out.

clang!
The coffin nails made a metallic clanging sound as they struck Li Qingzhi's body.

The coffin nails, which suppressed the vengeful ghost from beginning to end without fail, couldn't even pierce Li Qingzhi's flesh.

Zhuang Boshi raised an eyebrow.

You should know that even the most powerful vengeful ghost can only deal with coffin nails by using either a ghost domain, a reboot, or simply because the vengeful ghost is not in reality.

No ghost has ever been able to withstand the weight of coffin nails with its own body.

"How dare you come in!" Li Qingzhi's eyes were full of malice.

Fragments of newspapers began to flutter in the eerie wind, making a terrifying rustling sound.

Crying, laughter, and screams echoed from the newspaper, as if thousands of people were crammed into the room at the same time.

As the newspaper rang, a supernatural force continuously seeped into Zhuang Boshi's soul, attempting to alter his perception.

But Zhuang Boshi, with his unwavering focus and profound spirituality, annihilated all supernatural entities with a single strike.

However, some scattered consciousness has been captured, and "Li Qingzhi's" head is almost the same size as Zhuang Boshi's head.

No wonder the ghost newspapers went to great lengths to infiltrate the Caesars Hotel and seize Li Qingzhi's head.

A head that can transform into anyone, without the protection of the Ghost Head, isn't it the perfect head for it?

"Li Qingzhi, die!" Zhuang Boshi said in a cold tone.

He wanted to awaken Li Qingzhi's own consciousness through the curse.

Unexpectedly.

The newspapers transformed into Li Qingzhi's face, and the curse that could have slain a great demon was instantly dispersed.

Newspapers fell from the sky, their faces emitting shrill screams.

But the ghost newspaper is essentially a ghost, and it is immortal. A curse can only erase its consciousness but cannot harm the essence of the vengeful ghost.

Li Qingzhi's expression grew even colder: "Die!"

The same terrifying curse descended upon Zhuang Boshi; his face darkened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I see. The ghost head can transform into the appearance of the other person and thus gain their abilities. Combined with the newspaper ghost acquiring memories and identities, it's a truly terrifying combination."

The killing patterns of the Ghost Head are ever-changing. It's a pity that Yang Jian didn't master the Ghost Head later on, otherwise Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts would have been completed.

Zhuang Boshi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but marvel at the head that was almost identical to his own.

Its physical body is indestructible, able to withstand the backlash of a woodcutter's knife and fearless of coffin nails. Its shadow area covers and stitches wounds to find traces. Its ghost head can seize consciousness, and its dead head can mimic the abilities of the opponent's vengeful spirit. In addition, its ghost woodcutter's knife can cut through anything.

As a demon tamer who suppresses an era, unlike Luo Qian who suppresses the present, Meng Xiaodong invades the past, Luo Wensong is destined to die, and Zhang Youhong has an infinite summoning ability.

Li Qingzhi did not possess a particularly powerful ghost domain or mechanism, but he skillfully integrated all supernatural elements into himself, making him impervious to all laws and capable of cutting down anything, thus achieving physical sainthood.

Now his body has been stolen by a ghost, and once this ghost goes out, it will definitely be a super S-class vengeful ghost!
The entire Ghost Master population at headquarters combined isn't enough for him to kill.

"When the three energies unite, all evils are burned away."

Zhuang Boshi made a hand seal, and his golden core spun rapidly. A mouthful of blazing golden-red flame shot out from his mouth.

Like a dragon rising up, then crashing down!

It was incredibly bright and blazing, spinning like a wheel!
In an instant, everything, from the constantly spinning pieces of newspaper to the various strange pieces of furniture in the room, burst into flames.

The golden-red flames engulfed the entire room, and under the golden-red light, all the supernatural phenomena seemed to vanish instantly, like pure white snow in spring.

The next moment, the same golden-red flames emerged from "Li Qingzhi".

It was devouring Zhuang Boshi.

"Holy crap!" Zhuang Boshi almost cursed.

It's one thing for you to take the curse, but you copied an S-rank skill that took so much effort to master?!
But soon, Zhuang Boshi realized that beneath the fiery exterior lay a chilling, deathly stillness.

Using the abilities of a vengeful ghost to imitate someone is ultimately still using the abilities of a vengeful ghost!

Under the onslaught of the Samadhi True Fire, the fake fire was quickly swept away, and "Li Qingzhi's" body was also engulfed by the Samadhi True Fire, emitting a burnt smell.

Faced with the Samadhi True Fire, which can truly kill vengeful ghosts, ordinary vengeful ghosts, lacking thought, will not flee, but vengeful ghosts with consciousness will be afraid!

A newspaper appeared above the ghost's head, trying to escape, but was quickly engulfed by flames and turned to ashes.

With a sizzle, Zhuang Boshi stepped out and appeared behind Li Qingzhi, pressing his hands on Li's head and twisting it forcefully.

The enormous head was then removed.

At the same time, the coffin nails were driven into his head, and the eyes of the ghostly head that resembled him by eight parts instantly closed, reverting to Li Qingzhi's rotting head.

In an instant, the headless male corpse stopped moving.

Zhuang Boshi made another hand seal, and the Samadhi True Fire turned into a wisp of light and returned to his fingertip, slowly extinguishing.

He looked at his head, which was burned beyond recognition, and didn't know what to do with it.

Li Qingzhi's consciousness was almost fused with his body, and was not in the ghost's head.

Therefore, the newspaper ghost can occupy the ghost's head to suppress Li Qingzhi's own consciousness and control his body, but it also means that as long as the body is intact, the consciousness will not die.

Once his body is restored, he might be able to wake up.

The Seven Elders were the pinnacle of the pyramid, suppressing an entire era.

Both the secrets of the previous generation and their own combat strength are still useful!

The True Reversal Technique is activated, and the dead man's head is glued back together with his body.

At the same time, a large amount of true energy remained in Li Qingzhi's body, stimulating his vitality.

a long time.

The wound healed, and a bit of vitality returned to my body.

Zhuang Boshi then pulled out the coffin nails and slowly took a few steps back.

Li Qingzhi opened his eyes. His eyes, though dim at that moment, held a trace of the unique confusion of humanity.

His gaze finally settled on Zhuang Boshi: "Thank you, young friend."

Zhuang Boshi held the coffin nail in his hand: "You're welcome."

"You know everything that happened?"

Li Qingzhi nodded slightly, a hint of coldness creeping onto his face.

Ok?
Zhuang Boshi frowned, about to thrust the coffin nail forward.

Tear!

Li Qingzhi skillfully stabbed himself in the head.

The giant demon head wobbled precariously and almost fell off, but Li Qingzhi immediately steadied it with both hands.

He said somewhat apologetically, "About ten days ago, that ghostly newspaper invaded the Caesars Hotel. I didn't care at first and just tore the newspaper into four pieces. But I didn't expect it to be a vengeful ghost with consciousness, which had already obtained my information from the outside world."

"It slipped away like a cicada shedding its skin, invaded my ghost head, and took control of my body. The ghost shadow had already been dismembered by me, and without the protection of consciousness, I could not drive it away."

"After such a protracted struggle, I almost became a vengeful ghost puppet, which made you a laughing stock, young friend."

"But it's also fortunate; if it had controlled me and made me leave the hotel, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Li Qingzhi was somewhat distressed. He was an absolute powerhouse who had suppressed an era and killed countless ghosts. Before his death, he dismembered a supernatural being, but a little ghost took advantage of the situation and almost ruined his lifelong reputation.

Zhuang Boshi pointed to the swaying head: "Now then."

That eerie smile just now almost made him impale himself on a coffin nail again.

Li Qingzhi said with a wry smile, "Because of the influence of the ghost newspaper, this head seems to have developed consciousness. If it perfectly merges with my body, it will inevitably affect me."

"My life has come to an end. When you delivered this letter to me, I was already supposed to die."

"There were just some unexpected events."

Li Qingzhi was very open-minded about life and death, believing that those who control ghosts must die, and only ghosts can survive.

Zhuang Boshi asked, "If I may ask, have any unusual people or ghosts appeared in the last two years?"

Zhuang Boshi really didn't know why Li Qingzhi was still alive, and he seemed to be in pretty good condition. If it weren't for the newspaper ghost invasion, he probably would have outlived Meng Xiaodong.

Li Qingzhi frowned slightly: "Since the last time I left the hotel ten years ago, I haven't stepped out of the hotel once, and no special ghosts have entered."

"Young man, you are the only living person to have stepped into a hotel in the last ten years."

This is strange.

Could it be that the history of Baishui Town is different from the real world, or is it just a coincidence that Li Qingzhi had just died not long after Yang Jian arrived at Caesar Hotel?
"Old Li, you've already achieved an indestructible zombie body, are you in good condition?" Zhuang Boshi asked, looking at him.

Li Qingzhi's consciousness was integrated into his physical body, making him particularly sensitive to changes in his body.

His condition was better than expected; a gentle power resided within his internal organs, giving him a feeling of being alive.

Li Qingzhi was quite surprised: "Young friend, your power is very strange. You can actually bring a little life back to a dead corpse..."

"It is not a supernatural phenomenon caused by a vengeful ghost."

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

Li Qingzhi was somewhat surprised and delighted. He recalled, "Zhang Dong once said that there is another kind of power in the world, a power different from the supernatural."

"He had seen the kind of power that could end supernatural phenomena when he was a child."

Therefore, he firmly believed that the vengeful ghost would be buried!

"But we searched for it our whole lives, but we never found it. We can only assume that Zhang Dong was too young to understand at the time."

Li Qingzhi looked intently at Zhuang Boshi: "He's not wrong."

"It really exists in the world."

As he spoke, Li Qingzhi revealed another chilling smile, and then immediately punched himself again.

"Young man, my current state is still unstable. I need to fall into a deep sleep as soon as possible to deal with the consciousness in this head."

Zhuang Boshi was completely confused. Zhang Dong had seen a power that wasn't supernatural. Was it a deity behind the scenes or the ultimate ghost?
However, now was not the time to dwell on it too much. He quickly asked, "Old Li, a wishing ghost is still causing trouble outside, stirring up large-scale incidents. Instead of staying here, why don't you—"

Li Qingzhi shook his head slightly and said, "Thank you for extending my life. If I hadn't intervened, I might have lived for another six months."

"I am a piece of rotten wood from the old era. My old friends have all left. Let me spend my last days in this hotel."

“After all, the vengeful spirits buried in this hotel are no simpler than those outside.” He spoke very slowly, but his refusal was quite obvious.

Fine.

Zhuang Boshi knew that these old men and women were unwilling to get involved in the modern era or interfere with the growth of the younger generation, so he did not force them.

He can also deal with the wishing ghost, but it's a pity that such a valuable workforce as the Seven Elders isn't being utilized.

"If you, my friend, truly have a vengeful ghost that you cannot defeat, you may come to the hotel. I still have the strength for one last battle."

"This wood-chopping knife."

Li Qingzhi handed the rusty machete to Zhuang Boshi.

"I'll give it to you."

After Zhuang Boshi took it, he looked at Li Qingzhi and asked, "Elder Li, do you know if there is a supernatural place called Guixu?"

"I don't know."

Li Qingzhi shook his head.

"What is the source of the vengeful ghost?" Zhuang Boshi continued to ask.

"I don't know."

Li Qingzhi continued to shake his head.

"Have you ever been to the Yin-Yang Road?" Zhuang Boshi sighed.

Li Qingzhi was taken aback, seemingly trying to think of something, before shaking his head.

“I should have been there, but I’ve forgotten everything.”

"Zhang Dong said that there were extremely terrifying things inside that could not be brought out, so after we came out, we erased all memories of the Yin-Yang Road."

"However, Zhang Dong still retains the memories of that time."

"He should still be alive. You can find him and ask him."

"Alright, have you ever met Yang Jian who can travel through time, or do you know where he is?" Zhuang Boshi was still unwilling to give up.

Li Qingzhi: "."

He raised his hand, rubbed his head, and smiled wryly: "Young man, I can't answer any of your questions."

"I only found out from some ancient books and rare manuscripts that evil spirits have existed for a long time."

"Most of the time, only weak and wicked ghosts wander the human world, and there are few evil ghosts that wreak havoc on a large scale."

"But during the Taiping Rebellion in the late Qing Dynasty, it seems that the history of the entire era of evil spirits was erased, almost causing a break in the lineage."

"The Yang Jian you mentioned might have had many clues in that era."

Was the late Qing Dynasty a Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?

Li Qingzhi suddenly remembered something and warned, "By the way, the wishing ghost you mentioned should be the wish-granting ghost of our time."

"Be extremely careful, it comes from the most terrifying vengeful ghost of the Tang Dynasty, which almost buried the once-powerful Tang Dynasty."

"Ghost Buddha".

Zhuang Boshi asked, "What are the killing patterns of the Ghost Buddha?"

Li Qingzhi slowly said, "The pattern of murder?"

"Those kinds of great demons do not have any simple rules for killing. The demon Buddha has almost integrated all the rules of making wishes, foresight, and transactions in the world."

"It represents—"

"The power of the wishes of all beings."

Zhuang Boshi's expression changed slightly: "Then who imprisoned it?"

Li Qingzhi paused for a moment, then looked calmly at Zhuang Boshi.

"I don't know."

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