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A blade of grass pierced one of the white-tailed jackals' forelegs. When the true qi erupted, a bloody mark appeared, and the white-tailed jackal's leg was directly severed and fell to the ground.

It let out a mournful cry and fell to its side. At that moment, the mandrill finished it off with a sword, stabbing it through the eye hole and shredding its brains into pieces.

Then, Zhuang Xing activated two lightning-controlling talismans, aiming them at the white-tailed jackals attacking from both sides. Flashing arcs of electricity danced in his palms, and two bolts of lightning shot out, striking the two white-tailed jackals.

Senior Sister Qiaoxia's lightning talisman wasn't very powerful, but the electric current paralyzed the white-tailed jackal. Zhuang Xing and the mountain demon took the opportunity to each strike the jackal with their swords, killing two more jackals.

The excess current struck the grass, igniting the dry grass. A smell of burning hair wafted out, and the firelight illuminated Zhuang Xing's profile. His face was stained with blood, but he did not look ferocious; his eyes remained calm.

Although this was his first real bloody battle, he felt no fear. His fear seemed to have remained in the night when he was still an infant. When he saw the tiger demon, as large as a small mountain, beheaded with a single sword stroke, he knew that the things he feared could be killed.

The main theme of horror games is always ghosts chasing people, because people only feel fear when they are powerless to resist. If players know that ghosts can be killed and that they can fight back, then no matter how scary the monsters are designed, in the end it will just become a boring zombie-fighting game.

Now, Zhuang Xing is no longer the baby who could do nothing but cry.

He only had one thing to consider: how to kill these jackals.

As it turned out, he did a great job in this regard; after only a few rounds, only two of the six white-tailed jackals remained.

The last two white-tailed jackals showed a hint of fear. Zhuang Xing's aura was still stable and his true qi was sufficient. The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was that he had already used up most of his innate qi. In order to ensure the power of the talisman blade, he had used up a lot of innate qi twice.

The Spirit Qi Talisman can only stimulate True Qi, and has no effect on Innate Qi. At most, he can only throw out one more talisman blade.

However, at that moment, the leader of the white-tailed jackals returned.

Several jackals dragged a horse and a man back. The man's right leg was empty, with only his blood-stained trouser leg rubbing against the dry grass. Blood tears streamed from his left eye, and his lips were pale.

The white-tailed jackal seemed to want to play with its last prey, so it didn't bite the man to death. He was still alive, breathing weakly, and looked at Zhuang Xing with his lifeless eyes.

A slight smile appeared on his lips as he looked at Zhuang Xing. Zhuang Xing had no idea what he was thinking, but he remembered that when they met not long ago, he was a healthy and able-bodied man, and now he was about to die.

He was very smart, a great actor, and had calculated a lot. His plan was almost perfect and was the best solution at the time.

However, he was ultimately just a mortal, and so were his brothers. In the face of a monster like the white-tailed jackal, mortals like them could only be preyed upon. No matter how clever he was, he could not persuade a pack of hungry jackals not to eat him.

Zhuang Xing once again realized the cruelty beneath the calm surface of this world. Humans were the fish on the chopping block, and demons were the butchers. Ordinary people who could not cultivate were completely powerless against demonic beasts.

These white-tailed jackals have killed countless people. In their eyes, human traffickers and law-abiding citizens are no different; they are all just food.

In the eyes of the white-tailed jackal, the Zhuangxing and the mandrill were there to steal their food.

Without food, there is death, so in order to survive, they must kill Zhuangxing and the mandrill.

The jackals released the villager's legs, and finally, two jackals rejoined the pack at the leader's call.

Zhuang Xing sensed that the atmosphere had changed. The white-tailed jackals had formed a battle formation, and their previously chaotic attack had become orderly.

Although they are the same white-tailed jackals, their fighting power under the leader's command is completely different.

A shadow flashed by like the wind. Zhuang Xing raised his sword to parry, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, but he was still scratched.

A claw mark appeared on his right arm, and a burning pain shot through him as his blood dripped down.

This was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury. Did it hurt?

It hurt a lot, but the pain only made Zhuang Xing calmer.

The dying villager smiled as he looked at the retreating Zhuang Xing. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and his breathing became extremely rapid.

The mandrill was fighting two other jackals, its ancient sword clashing with the jackals' claws with a crisp sound.

In that instant, Zhuang Xing and the villager's eyes met.

The villager was laughing, even though he was vomiting blood. His mouth was still wide open, and he seemed very satisfied to see this scene before he died.

Zhuang Xing looked away and examined the scars on his arm.

He took out the Xuanhuo Talisman that Yunling had given him, activated the last Iron Sand Talisman, and bit the third Spirit Qi Talisman.

He never considered the fight to be something that could be ended elegantly. He was prepared that if he was the one standing at the end, he would win.

The third spiritual energy talisman ignited, and the iron sand talisman formed a barrier around his body.

He stood still, gathering his Qi within himself, condensing all his true Qi to reinforce the iron sand talisman. Finally, he took out the iron box hidden at his waist.

This time, he no longer dodged; all four jackals, including their leader, pounced on him.

They bit Zhuang Xing's arms, thighs, and calves.

No matter how hard they tried, they only caused Zhuang Xing to bleed a little. It wasn't that their teeth pierced through the iron sand talisman; it was just that the pressure from their sharp teeth punctured Zhuang Xing's skin.

Zhuang Xing stuffed the iron box into the mouth of a jackal, then clutched the amulet on his chest.

The iron box began to move; slender vines grew from its exterior, bypassing the manor keeper who held the amulet and instead entwining the white-tailed jackals.

This box is the container for the jade slips; it is a magical artifact crafted by the White Lotus Hermit.

It has a self-defense mechanism. If someone without the key tries to force it open, these vines will grow and bind the offending object, just like the white rat did back then.

These vines are not strong; perhaps the long years have worn them down. It takes them a long time to kill even a small mouse. However, they are extremely resilient and difficult to break free from.

Centered around the iron box, the four white-tailed jackals were tied together.

The alpha wolf howled, and the others loosened their teeth, trying to break free.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhuang Xing broke free. The Xuanhuo Talisman ignited in his hand, and a blue fireball filled with terrifying heat condensed in front of him.

He took a step back and released the fireball.

boom!!!

The fireball exploded the moment it made contact with the four white-tailed jackals. A blinding flash of light appeared, and a crater filled with flowing lava appeared on the ground, its golden light illuminating the surroundings.

With a single strike, the four white-tailed jackals vanished without a trace.

Zhuang Xing took a few breaths, and while the two white-tailed jackals on the mountain demon's side were stunned, he plucked a blade of grass and threw out the last talisman blade.

The leaf pierced the jackal's belly, and with a whoosh, it opened a gash, spilling out the jackal's intestines and internal organs.

Seizing the opportunity, the mandrill leaped high into the air and swung its sword at the neck of the last white-tailed jackal.

This sword strike actually severed the man's head.

This did not surprise Zhuang Xing. Originally, it was a demon beast that could fight Ling Hui to a standstill. If he encountered the old mountain demon in the wild and had to fight it alone in its prime, he felt that he had no chance of winning even 10%.

Zhuang Xing clutched his chest; his heart was pounding.

The lava illuminated his blood-stained face, which was covered in blood—his own blood and the blood of jackals.

At this moment, it was all over; all the white-tailed jackals had been killed by him and the mandrill.

All around was quiet. A cold wind blew by, ruffling Zhuang Xing's disheveled hair. He looked somewhat disheveled, but he was the only one standing there.

Zhuang Xing looked indifferently at the villager lying on the ground. The villager finally stopped laughing; his face turned cold, and his eyes lost their color.

Zhuang walked up to the villager and took out the box of medicine.

He bent down, lifted the villager's trouser leg, and applied the medicine to the villager's broken wound.

“You are the only one alive, so I will not let you die.” Zhuang Xing’s words chilled the villager. “You must atone for the sins of those who have died.”

Chapter 92 An Extraordinary Disciple

The mandrill put the frightened little girl down. The little girl sniffled and looked around blankly. The scene around her could only be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. For a very young girl, it was undoubtedly a nightmare.

However, Zhuang Xing had no way to take the little girl away from here. Although the scenery around here was terrifying, the white-tailed jackals were very territorial beasts. Since they chose to build their nests here and prepare to spend the winter here, it meant that they had cleared out all the living creatures in the vicinity.

Now that the most threatening white-tailed jackals are all dead, staying here is undoubtedly the safest option.

"I'm sorry, it seems I can't take you away right now." While bandaging the villager's wound, Zhuang Xing patted the little girl's head. "Wait for me over there, okay?"

"Mmm." The little girl nodded and stood obediently to the side.

She still seemed very scared, clinging to Zhuang Xing's clothes and not leaving his side.

But she stopped crying and shed tears. She wiped her nose with her dirty sleeve and stood quietly.

Zhuang Xing continued to treat the villager's injuries. It seemed that the white-tailed jackals had toyed with the villager. His hands and feet had bite marks, his tendons and bones were broken, and one of his eyes had been bitten out. Even if he survived today, he would only be a cripple in the future.

Zhuang Xing didn't want to torture him, but apart from the villager, no one knew how these people trafficked children, who the buyers were, or where the children were abducted.

We must at least extract information from the villager before sending him on his way.

Zhuang Xing performed simple bandaging and hemostasis on the villager, who seemed to have given up, closing his eyes and saying and doing nothing.

Zhuang Xing ignored him; he had other things to do.

The mandrill had already gone to the carriage and was prying open the wooden boxes one by one.

Zhuang Xing went to help. Inside were kidnapped children. Some of the children were awake, while others were still unconscious. Most of them had their hands and feet tied and their mouths gagged with strips of cloth.

The mandrill used its long, thin arms to pull the children out, and Zhuang Xing used his sword to cut the ropes binding them.

Some children vomited, but fortunately they hadn't eaten much; it was just dry heaving.

A boy screamed in terror when he saw Zhuang Xing and the mountain demon covered in blood.

"--ah!!!"

He sat on the ground, his hands braced against the grass, and retreated with a ferocious expression.

Zhuang Xing simply looked at him quietly, reaching out his hand. After a long while, he finally calmed down. He looked at the blood and fire around him, wondering why this person was here. But he grasped Zhuang Xing's hand, feeling the warmth of a human in his palm.

He understood that what was before him was neither a vengeful ghost nor a demon, but simply a human being like himself.

Zhuang Xing gathered the children together and had them sit in the carriage.

He used his sword to split open some wooden crates, found some dry food and water, and distributed them to the children.

The effects of the spirit talisman were almost up, and Zhuang Xing already felt his steps become unsteady and his head throbbed.

He sat down and applied medicine to his wounds, with the old mandrill guarding his side.

“You must not leave here,” Zhuang Xing told the children. “Just wait here, someone will come to find us soon.”

He found the little girl he had rescued at the beginning and said to her, "If two people wearing the same robes as me, with white and red tassels hanging from their waists, come to us, please tell them what happened here, okay?"

"Yes." The little girl nodded vigorously.

"Good boy." Zhuang Xing smiled. "Don't worry, there won't be any more danger. I'm going to take a nap now. My companions will protect you while I sleep."

The children looked at the young Taoist priest's face. Although they were very scared in such an environment, the young Taoist priest shared food and water with them and rescued them from the box. They knew that the young Taoist priest was a good person.

In such a helpless and cruel environment, this young Taoist priest was their only support.

They all kept Zhuang Xing's words in mind and sat obediently in the carriage.