Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 122 Fujiwara Jiro's Kindness

Impacted by the aura of the peach wood sword, the hanged ghosts noticed a faint, almost imperceptible figure standing at the altar. They slowly circled around it, suspended by hemp ropes...

Li Xuan had just killed the hanged ghost, and his confidence soared. Although he had lost one peach wood sword, he still had 249 such peach wood swords!
Let's see which of these evil spirits will be lucky enough to receive the blessing of the peach wood sword.

If it's too powerful.

Don't force him to use the special talismans and spells of Fengdu!
Swish, swish, swish!
He worked like an assembly line, slapping the gourd with his right hand, sending the peach wood sword into his palm and then slapping it again, repeating the mechanical motion...

Li Xuan felt as if his merit had increased by 1.

These hanged ghosts in the forest contain malevolent and evil energy. Keeping them around will only cause more deaths. It would be better to perform a violent exorcism to save them from falling into some unknown hell and suffering torment.

Just then, the purple-red gourd suddenly jumped up and floated in the air.

Li Xuan: "?"

A tremendous suction force emanated from the gourd's mouth, drawing in all the scattered aura of the hanged ghosts. It actually refined the sinister spirits into pure spiritual energy, almost to the point of liquefaction, though the amount was rather small.

He had always thought that the gourd could only passively absorb and store the spiritual energy of various worlds, but now it seemed that quantitative change had led to qualitative change, and it could now also absorb the ghosts he had scattered...

Li Xuan was instantly energized. He gripped the gourd with his left hand and gently patted it with his right: "Come out!"

The remaining peach wood swords shot out in a swarm, like ten thousand swords returning to their origin, covering out in a fan shape. The hanged ghosts screamed and fell to the ground, turning into black mist.

Looking at the will-o'-the-wisps surging in the depths of the forest, he laughed and said, "It is said that the island nation has eight million gods. I wonder how many tens of thousands are hidden in this forest. I would like to meet the local gods if I have the chance."

The altar was put away.

Li Xuan slowly walked deeper into the sea of ​​trees...

……

On the highway outside the forest, a white car sped by; it was the taxi driver who had returned.

His name was Fujiwara Jiro. He had already taken Li Xuan's money and left, but the more he thought about it on the way, the more uneasy he felt. Li Xuan's relaxed smile and the way he walked into the forest made Fujiwara Jiro increasingly uneasy, so he gritted his teeth and turned back to see what was going on.

if you can.

He didn't want Li Xuan to die. Nowadays, Chinese people have a stronger sense of boundaries. He had finally met someone like Li Xuan, how could he let him die so easily...

Fujiwara Jiro got out of the car. By then, it was completely dark, and the wind was blowing through the forest, making a mournful sound.

He instinctively took a half step back, recalling the terrifying legends about the forest, his eyes twitched, his fists clenched tightly, he cursed twice, and mustered his courage to say, "There are no ghosts in this world."

That's what I mean.

Fujiwara Jiro opened the trunk and took out a flashlight and a large socket wrench for tire repair, then slowly walked into the forest step by step...

The woods smelled of burning.

With a crack, he stepped on something and broke it. Shining his flashlight, he saw it was half a charred sword hilt. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the ground was covered with broken wooden swords.

What the hell is going on here?
Fujiwara Jiro's heart began to pound, because the scene looked as if a great battle had taken place. Broken wooden swords were stuck in the ground and tree trunks, and the smell of burning was coming from these things.

The wooden sword was very new, and the broken edge was also very new.

He thought of Li Xuan. Could he be some kind of hidden Yin-Yang Master who came here to eliminate ghosts?
Fujiwara Jiro cautiously called out, "Guest, taxi passenger, where are you? I'm the taxi driver, here to take you back to Tokyo..." The woods were very quiet, not even the sound of insects chirping.

The sound of the wind rustling through the treetops had completely subsided, and Fujiwara Jiro could practically hear his own heartbeat. He began to feel a chill of fear at the strange environment.

He decided to walk another 100 steps, and if he didn't find Li Xuan, he would leave immediately.

55 steps…

80 steps…

99 steps…

A blurry figure appeared standing there ahead.

Fujiwara Jiro was overjoyed. He forced down his fear and quickened his pace toward the figure, saying, "Guest, it's getting late. We should leave this place quickly..."

White shirt, dress pants, similar build.

He stepped forward and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, but the feel was off; it was dry and lacked the softness and warmth of flesh and blood.

The man in the white shirt slowly turned around, revealing a withered corpse hanging there. The hemp rope around his neck was black and red, connecting to the tree branch above, but it was not very noticeable in the darkness.

Its raisin-like eyeballs slowly twitched twice, and a foul stench emanated from its mouth as it hoarsely said, "Fine, I'll go out, and you'll stay here and take my place..."

Such a terrifying and explosive scene startled Fujiwara Jiro so much that he fell to the ground with a thud.

He had never seen anything so terrifying in his life. His legs went weak, his body went limp, and he felt an urge to urinate rising in his throat. He couldn't even speak a complete sentence: "Please...please don't hurt me...I can't die...I'll find someone..."

The head of the hanged ghost emerged from the noose, and it pulled the loop down around Fujiwara Jiro's neck, letting out a cacophony of laughter: "Suicide...it's so painful...please feel it for me, even for just a second."

The rope tightened suddenly, and they rose!
Fujiwara Jiro was hoisted up, his legs kicking wildly in the air, foam coming out of his throat, his tongue sticking out, his eyes wide open, somewhat regretting coming to this forest.

I never imagined that ghosts really existed in this world.

What about that young man? Did he also die quietly here, just like him...?

Fujiwara Jiro's heart went from fear to relief. As a failure, unable to provide for his family financially or become a benevolent person who could help others, perhaps this was the most appropriate outcome.

It's just a pity about that young man. He looked to be in his early twenties, with such a promising future...

Whoosh!
The rope snapped suddenly, and the blade of a utility knife sank three inches into a nearby tree trunk!
Fujiwara Jiro fell to the ground, completely disoriented. Trembling, he pulled off the rope noose around his throat, revealing a bloody mark on his neck. He gasped for air and began to cough violently.
Why did the rope break?
He tried to escape, but his legs were too weak and he was suffering from severe oxygen deprivation.

Fujiwara Jiro saw the terrifying hanged ghost standing there, seemingly about to flee. Suddenly, a series of whooshing sounds filled the air as seven or eight blades pierced the ghost's face! Each blade bore faint traces of tiny runes written in vermilion ink…

"Oh dear, this forest is too big, I still missed a few."

Li Xuan's voice rang out.

Fujiwara Jiro turned his head toward the depths of the forest following the sound. Li Xuan strolled over like a tourist, showing no emotion whatsoever when he saw the hanged ghost, as if he were making a comment.

He said excitedly, "Guest, I'm so glad you're alright."

Li Xuan was also somewhat surprised that the driver would venture into this infamous haunted forest. He walked over, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed his sword finger at the hanged ghost's forehead, piercing its head with his magic power. He then used his gourd to absorb the ghost's soul and said, "This place is full of dangers. What are you doing here?"

(End of this chapter)