"That Tang Wu is old and confused, Tang You can live, he does not let people live, even said the father, entirely pedantic, stubbornly unchanging, thoroughly mule nose!"
"You are not a Taoist in the conventional sense, don't you want to repay your senior brother!?"
"I never expected, just a moment ago, I was considering if the temptation of reviving the dead should fall on me, whether I could resist. And at this moment, Song Fang is seducing me!"
"My eldest brother is very good to me." I paused for a moment before replying.
"Yes, he's been very good to you, and you should..." Song Fang's words trailed off.
"My eyes suddenly turned cold, and the killing intent surged out: 'He's been very good to you, but if people are brought back to life, who are they? Taking on another person's body, taking another person's life!'"
"There is a Taoist in the foot of the Mount Si who gave up body return, he can't bear to hurt others, let alone my eldest brother!"
"Song Fang, what are you doing with your hand!?" My face changed abruptly once more, and I shouted as I swept my other hand across my waist, sending a copper sword flying out in the space between movements!
The screams echoed throughout the hallway, and Song Fang's broken arm was visible!
Cut from the point where the lower arm and upper arm connect!
As he hit the ground, his fingers still clutched a peculiar hand gesture.
Just that, he had not yet fully executed it, but was interrupted by me!
"Lu Xian Shen! You!" Song Fang howled in agony, making him seem even more hysterical: "With what you have, you can kill me!? You are an insignificant insect!"
Suddenly, Song Fang's eyes widened, his cheeks puffed out. The motion was a suicide attempt by biting his tongue.
"Block him! He's going to commit suicide! He's asking for trouble!"
The old gong suddenly stuck out half a head, but under the purple smoke, it became distorted. The scriptures kept popping up on his face, and he retreated back into the night pot.
The sudden chill gave me a feeling of horror.
Gao Tianjian suddenly pushed out his sword, piercing directly into Song Fang's mouth and penetrating his oral cavity. His body lurched forward, and with a metallic sound, Gao Tianjian had driven the sword through the solid ground, pinning Song Fang's head to the concrete.
That sense of spontaneous horror gradually dissipated.
My heart was still pounding, thudding against my chest cavity.
Song Fang showed no movement at all...
In the next moment, his body suddenly convulsed and twisted, but the purple gas floating in the air quickly surrounded him, Song Fang began to shake violently as if electric.
Gao Tianjian's sword color also deepened, and from the wound, white smoke was continuously rising...
It was as if Song Fang had turned into a ghost, but these two "methods" were suppressing him...
After a few more minutes, the body was completely still, the stench of feces and urine began to spread, and there were dirty liquids flowing on the ground...
The incense on the ground was now depleted.
Old Gong finally emerged from the night pot, smacking his tongue repeatedly, "Old Tang really has a harsh streak; these incenses burned up the ghosts so fiercely..."
"Dad, you're quick to react... I didn't even realize he was performing a hand gesture and incantation on himself."
"The self-strangulation by the Yin-Yang Master is equivalent to asking for trouble. If he really becomes a ghost, this eerie place might even grow black hair right on the spot."
I didn't say anything, Old Gong's words didn't make much sense to me. I just kept my eyes on Song Fang and squatted down again, pressing several symbols onto his body!
Even if he is dead, his spirit is being held down by Gao Tianjian, I still fear that it hasn't been completely suppressed. I dare not to withdraw the sword rashly.
Because he asked me earlier if I wanted to kill him, and if I could kill him. These words still echo in my ears, creating a gloomy atmosphere.
A Yin-Yang master who could confront Tang Wu and once tricked He You Tian, must not be taken lightly at all!
The vice president, Liu, slowly walked over from a distance.
He stopped next to the other side of Song Fang's corpse and looked down.
"You're also a great president, though you're just an assistant, you've been a real helper." Old Gong spat out the words with flying droplets.
Lao Liu didn't say anything, just staring at Song Fang.
Suddenly, his eyes that could see ghosts flowed out two lines of blood tears, his body twitched continuously as if in great pain.
I made no sound.
It was normal for him to be in pain. Shou Hua District Mental Health Center, a place that was born with death and mystery.
Wei Youming and he were both chess pieces, at the mercy of Song Fang's manipulation and calculation.
After a moment of silence, I whispered, "Can you still call out Wei Youming?"
Lao Liu had a sudden shiver. His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out, only a faint purple ghost mist that suddenly enveloped him.
The mist spread out instantly, engulfing him in an instant before it started to spread towards us!
"Youming!"
Lao Liu suddenly shrieked.
The purple ghost mist stopped abruptly, and it did not envelop me.
In the next second, the purple mist shook and spread again, and lo and behold, it was Tang Wu appearing in the mist!
Tang Wu's attitude suggested that he was going to continue using Daoist arts!
Instantly, he realized what was happening, looked around in a state of shock and suspicion, and his gaze quickly fell on Song Fang's body!
"This..."
Tang Wu's old face trembled slightly, showing a hint of gratification and surprise, but also an unprecedented seriousness!
"Ghost thing! Why drive me away? Are you afraid to fight with me!?" The heavy voice echoed through the hallway, but no ghostly mist appeared...
I just understood.
In the moment Song Fang died, the ghostly essence that remained on Wei Youming's body completely dissipated.
After all, he was not a plague ghost; without his own body, he couldn't possibly use another ghost as a carrier.
Wei Youming absorbed Lao Liu back and pushed Tang Wu out again.
It wasn't because of Song Fang that Wei Youming didn't want to fight to the death with a Daoist like Tang Wu.
Beforehand, Wei Youming should have also wanted to absorb me into the Horror Prison, but Lao Liu stopped him...
"Old Tang, stop yelling. The ghost president only treats people who are ill. You don't have any disease, and now he's out of trouble. He doesn't want to chat with you at all." Old Gong didn't have a heart or soul, and once the matter was handled, he felt very relaxed and comfortable.
Tang Wu's frown smoothed out, and he quieted down.
The gaze fell onto Song Fang's corpse once again.
Suddenly, a sword flashed by!
When Tang Wu stopped, Song Fang had been dismembered into pieces, his head separated from his body!
"How did his spirit dissipate like that? Did you beat him up?"
Tang Wu was momentarily stunned, his face tightened, as if there was a hint of displeasure, and also a touch of complexity.
I finally noticed that, at some point, the air was filled with specks of pale light, like powdered debris.
"Not me." I shook my head, slightly stiffened, and then understood why Song Fang's spirit dispersed.
It's still because of the Gao Tianjian sword.
This magical artifact is of a high level. Back in the ancient Qiang city, even the five elder brothers had their spirits dispersed under the scorching heat of the Four Rules Mirror.
Even more so, Song Fang, who failed to become a ghost, was pierced through his corpse by Gao Tianjian's sword, continuously purifying?
The soul flew and the ghost dissipated.
"It's this sword?" Tang Wu also realized what was happening. He pulled Gao Tianjian out of Song Fang's mouth, his eyes slightly grave.
"This sword... huh..." Tang Wu's eyes revealed a look of alarm.
