Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 18 The end.

It’s too late to use the [Yin Gathering Technique]!

Zheng Que did not hesitate at all. He immediately stopped the magic spell he was performing, quickly cut his palms, and coated his hands with spiritual blood.

The yang energy contained in the monk's blood was like a spark of light in the darkness, immediately causing a turbulence in the yin energy.

The next moment, a cold wind blew in his face, and the chill penetrated his bones. Old Mrs. Zhao rushed in front of him like lightning, her mouth wide open, and the corners of her mouth quickly cracked, opening to an incredible extent, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, like some kind of giant beast, biting down fiercely on Zheng Que's head.

Zheng Cheng immediately raised his hand and punched him in the face.

Bang!
With a dull thud, Zheng Que felt as if his fist had hit a piece of fine steel, causing a sharp pain in his fist.

At the same time, Old Lady Zhao, who had been hit hard, finally stopped her charge, but her speed was extremely fast. Her long snake-like arm drew a circle in the air and grabbed Zheng Que at a tricky angle.

At this moment, the hemp rope around Old Lady Zhao's neck tightened instantly and sank deeply into her flesh, as if trying to hang her up again.

However, at this moment, Old Lady Zhao was incredibly strong. No matter how much the tension on the rope increased, her body remained firmly on the ground, with no intention of rising up at all.

Taking advantage of the stalemate between Qingli and Old Lady Zhao, Zheng Cheng immediately moved sideways to avoid Old Lady Zhao's arm, and at the same time, he punched Old Lady Zhao in the temple.

boom!
With a dull thud, Zheng Que felt as if his punch was about to break. However, despite the heavy blow, Old Lady Zhao only tilted her head slightly to the side and immediately stood firm. She did not seem to have suffered any substantial damage.

Seeing that his punch couldn't even break the opponent's defense, Zheng Que's face suddenly darkened. This thing was not something he could deal with at the moment. He had to find a chance to retreat!
At this time, Old Lady Zhao's expression had become extremely distorted, her eyeballs bulged out, her facial muscles twitched unnaturally, and dark blood slowly flowed out of her seven orifices. The Yin energy in her body surged like a blazing torch, and black smoke rolled wildly and continued to rise.

The entire Zhao family courtyard was like an ice cellar, with frost flowers piling up on the ground. The temperature around kept dropping, and the exposed skin could already feel the cold wind like a knife and the chill piercing the heart.

“Die! Die!!”

"You are all going to die!"

Old Mrs. Zhao roared crazily, her teeth showing when she opened her mouth. Her two arms stretched out again, crossed in mid-air strangely, one on the left and one on the right like a pair of open scissors, and fiercely strangled Zheng Que.

"Mom! No! Stop it!"

At this moment, Zhao Laoer's anxious voice suddenly sounded from behind Zhao Laotai.

Hearing her son's words, Mrs. Zhao froze. She turned her head to look at her son, as if she could see the fear in his pupils. She immediately said to him in comfort, "Second brother, don't worry!"

"Wait a few days... cough cough cough... Mom will help you find a wife."

Hearing this, Zhao Laoer, who had already been frightened, suddenly became extremely terrified!
He didn't say anything just now!

It was something else, imitating his voice!
brush!
The next moment, Old Mrs. Zhao was hung high up.

She wanted to struggle immediately, but the rope around her neck suddenly exerted a terrifying force.

clack clack...

Old Mrs. Zhao only moved her arms and legs slightly before her neck was broken by the rope, and a crisp cracking sound came from her cervical vertebrae.

In the silent courtyard, the sound of bones cracking could be heard one after another. The hemp rope that was hanging her showed no sign of loosening and continued to tighten.

The rope was almost completely embedded in Old Lady Zhao's neck, forming a strange hourglass shape, its thinnest part constantly tightening, as if to completely decapitate her head. Perhaps sensing mortal danger, Old Lady Zhao no longer cared about attacking Zheng Que. Her outstretched arms immediately returned from mid-stride, grasped the rope around her neck, and began to tear it with all her might.

The sound of the rope colliding violently with flesh was like a dull saw scratching wood, deep and dull, but creepy.

Seeing that the situation was turning for the better, Zheng Que took a deep breath and immediately cut his wrist. The moment the blood flowed out, he raised his arm and splashed the spiritual blood towards Old Lady Zhao.

The spiritual blood and yang energy in Zheng Que's body were extremely vigorous. As soon as he appeared, wisps of fiery breath rose up. The moment it sprinkled on Old Lady Zhao, it immediately made a burning "sizzling" sound.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Old Mrs. Zhao immediately let out a shrill scream, and the negative energy in her body vibrated violently, causing the black smoke that filled the entire yard to stir up huge waves, as if it had been hit hard.

At the moment when the negative energy on Old Lady Zhao's body weakened, the strength of the rope around her neck suddenly increased.

puff!
The next moment, Mrs. Zhao's entire neck was strangled directly, and dark blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over the ground. Her head rolled to the ground, and the black blood stained her gray hair and pale face. Her scarlet eyes were still wide open, with bulging eyeballs, staring fixedly at the sky.

The headless corpse fell to the ground shortly afterwards, no longer heavy as before. The body now lay limply there, without any breath.

The negative energy that enveloped the entire Zhao family lost its foundation and began to dissipate rapidly.

The light from the sky gradually came in, and the sunset glow in the distance was faint, like a light and even layer of rouge and powder. The bright color had faded, and night was approaching.

The frost on the ground was melting rapidly, the temperature gradually rising, and everything in the courtyard returned to normal. The heavy rain of falling leaves suddenly stopped. Glancing sideways, I saw that the two large trees had lost all their leaves at some point, leaving only bare branches, swaying silently in the wind.

Won!

Zheng Que suddenly fell to the ground, gasping for breath, sweat rolling down his forehead and quickly soaking his clothes.

This battle almost exhausted all the spiritual power in his body!

Fortunately, Qingli, the ghost servant, was unexpectedly powerful.

In addition, the other party seemed to have used the "calling ghost" method just now...

At this time, Qingli's figure slowly emerged beside Zheng Que. The Yin energy on her body had become much thinner, and her white clothes were particularly clear. There was no trace of the black smoke covering her body and swirling wildly.

It can be seen that this ghost servant also suffered heavy losses in this battle.

While thinking, Zheng Que looked at the sky and knew that it was almost dark and he could not stay here any longer, so he immediately stood up and walked towards Zhao Laoer.

Zhao Laoer knelt on the ground in a daze, staring at the corpse of Old Lady Zhao not far away. His expression was dull and he looked numb, as if only this body was left.

Zheng Que walked over to him and looked at Zhao Laoer at this moment. He thought for a moment, and because he was really not good at comforting people, he stepped forward and patted Zhao Laoer on the shoulder and said bluntly: "Brother Zhao, your wife is not a ghost, but a dead body."

"The real ghost is actually your mother."

"Please have your condolences."

However, it would have been better if Zheng Que hadn't said anything. As soon as he spoke, Zhao Laoer suddenly broke down, holding his head in his hands and crying hysterically: "Mom! Mom..."

(End of this chapter)