Kan Ying did not wake up.
After all, she had been trapped in the Nightmare Hell for too long, and no one knew what she had endured or the mental stress she had suffered.
Mingqi wept in sobs, unable to speak.
However, this sight made my heart palpitate, and a surge of blood was about to burst into my head!
His hands moved rhythmically, and his fingers had already clenched the razor.
The reason I did not move was that the five people brought by Zhou Kang took a step forward and stood in positions that blocked all the directions from which I could act or attack.
Zhou Ji looked at me with coldness.
The previous words from Kan Ying did not move him in the slightest.
"Releasing you is impossible."
"At noon, I'll collect your body."
"If you want to start a fight now, you will die earlier. Whether it's dying now or surviving for half a day, that's up to you."
"Oh, perhaps you need a little more time to bury this bizarre ghostly thing." Zhou Ji glanced at the body of the old man behind him.
"The coffin is not buried, and it will be struck by lightning. Truly, it's unlucky."
Suddenly, I heard mocking laughter in my ear, it was the other Zhou family members ridiculing me.
Breathing, both heavy and shallow.
It's not me being heavy, it's old Gong.
The current old Gong was vastly different from before. His face was especially fierce, his eyes wide, and his teeth clenched tightly, like an angry old cat.
I stepped forward abruptly.
I moved, and the five of them simultaneously moved, coming at me from five directions!
Two fists cannot stand against four hands. Just as I raised my hand, there were two hands to grasp my wrist and various positions on my forearm!
"Hmph, seeking death!"
"He can't wait until noon; just kill him!" Zhou Ji ordered directly!
"Brother-in-law!" Kan Qing shouted again in panic.
"Little Mistress......there's something, you need to call old Gong!" The quivering, shrill voice blasted from the mouth of old Gong.
His head suddenly leaped up and collided with Kan Changzai!
All this happened extremely quickly.
Kan Changzai's arms intertwined, and in an instant, a dense array of black ferrets emerged from his sleeves.
"The last time I should have destroyed you this ghostly thing!" Kan Changzai's tone was extremely cold and severe.
In the instant the ferrets reached old Gong's face, the face on the back of his head suddenly grew in a bizarre manner.
Suddenly, his face twisted and elongated, as did old Gong's.
The ferrets in mid-air burst apart, releasing a large amount of gray mist, turning into silent bamboo baskets.
Old Gong's head fell heavily beside Kan Changzai's shoulder.
He bitten fiercely on Kan Changzai's ear!
A shrill scream echoed!
Kan Changzai frantically tried to grab old Gong's head.
Old Gong was just a ghostly head, how could it fear being grabbed? Instead, it bit even harder, and blood gushed out instantly.
Kan Ying fell unconscious, and the other two Zhou family members rushed to help Kan Changzai.
Zhou Ji's face was shrouded in ominous clouds, his gaze fixed on old Gong, and then on me.
Old Gong's actions did not affect the predicament before me.
With two of them holding my arm, the other three either grabbed at my shoulder or attacked my lower body.
The previous Zhou Kang had prepared for this, and the people he had chosen were all capable of targeting my movements.
I twisted my arm with great force, almost dislocating it in the process, to break free from their grip. I then took several steps back, retreating quickly.
The five of them immediately surged forward, scattering to surround me.
My breathing also became long and heavy.
Kan Ying was unconscious on the ground.
Kan Qing was weeping profusely, her face flushed and swollen with clear palm prints, looking extremely pitiful.
Kan Ying was in such a situation because of me.
Kan Qing followed me to save Kan Ying, and she suffered an unjust calamity.
At this crucial moment, if I can't handle these people and they get taken away instead, then it will be not just an injustice to them but also to myself!
In an instant, five different moves and techniques were aimed at me.
I stabilized my stance and used all my strength to block their attacks!
The nine-level technique isn't as weak as I used to be.
It's just that there are too many constraints, preventing me from fully unleashing my martial prowess.
Although the paper-burning technique is restrained, I don't have any human skin or paperwork on me, so I can only use a razor for hair-cutting techniques, and I'm not carrying the necessary equipment like a caddy.
It's like I don't have the executioner's cleaver or the coffin-bearer's dragon pole on me.
But I do still have some items, such as the gong.
However, the gong can also harm friends as well as enemies...
The five people became more aggressive with each attack, and I began to retreat steadily. Kan Qing became even more worried, continuously shouting for them to stop fighting.
Zhou Ji's mocking expression grew even deeper on the side.
As for Kan Changzai, the two Zhou family members helped him deal with old Gong, but they didn't fare any better. Their hands were bleeding and mangled, and Kan Changzai's face was also disfigured, looking like a cat with a splattered face.
Soon, I was forced to a point where I couldn't unleash my martial prowess anymore.
"I, Kan Qing! Be careful!" I whispered.
Immediately, I reached for the gong and the clapper!
"One bell tolls, no one returns, three souls are dim, and seven spirits stop!"
The cold, severe shout echoed in the night air!
"At the twilight of the second hour, when night begins and men wander aimlessly!"
"At the midnight of the third hour, when a hundred souls are startled!" With three consecutive strikes of the gong, my head felt as if it were being heavily struck by a mallet.
The five people, groaning, revealed their vulnerabilities and staggered forward.
At that time, I was able to sweep away the five people, mostly because they were unarmed while I was wearing shoes.
Now, being forced to the point of desperation, I had to resort to using the gong.
Kan Qing gave a muffled grunt, blood trickling from her lips, looking extremely painful.
The other two Zhou family members also gritted their teeth, holding their ears in pain.
Kan Changzai, who was already injured, was now further compromised. Old Gong had an upper hand as he leaped up and landed on his head, biting into his scalp.
The two Zhou family members helping Kan Changzai, with their bloodied and mangled fingers pressed to their ears, were also in agony.
Zhou Ji was the only one who seemed unchanged.
Zhou Ji's face was shrouded in ominous clouds, and he coldly rebuked, "Trivial skills."
A watchman's gong, when played normally, relies on the soul.
The strange techniques of the Zhou family, used in a life-and-death struggle, rely on strength, and Zhou Ji himself was not lacking in power, so he was naturally not much affected.
I was counterattacked so heavily, except for the fact that there are more people, it's probably also related to Zhou Ji being here.
Of course, without pausing my actions in my thoughts.
My body spun suddenly, and my fists and feet swung out!
The five people were injured in critical areas and fell to the ground.
However, their faces were ferocious, and they tried to get back up.
I raised the gong again and hammered it three times with all my might!
I spat out a mouthful of blood.
But the five of them were injured worse than I was, and their expressions showed signs of weakening.
"If you dare get up again, I will play the Beacon of Souls, and in exchange for three years of your life, you will die here!" I spoke in a voice that was extremely hoarse, issuing a threat!
In an instant, they looked shocked and uncertain.
Combined with their weakened state, they didn't get up for a while.
Zhou Ji stepped forward instead, his voice cold as he said, "Luo Xian Shen, you have a moment to yourself, but you're getting brazen!"
"Beacon of Souls, I see what you have to strike with it!"
"Luo Xian Shen!"
"You will die right now!"
At the moment Zhou Ji's voice fell, I felt a dark,watchful gaze from all directions.
Everything in front of me became blurry at that moment!
The blur soon became a bit clear again, and it was the Zhou Ji in front of me.
Zhou Ji's side, another person emerged, wearing a gray-black robe, a sharp-headed and sharp-brained old man.
He appeared to be human, but his head looked more like that of an old, bald mouse!
