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Chapter 349: Snake Ghost
In terms of knowledge, there were quite a few people present. Zhang Xiaogou and others had been hanging around Tianjin and had seen many martial arts moves, some of which were exciting and some were low-level, but they had never seen someone like Zhao Sanyuan in front of them.

What is this?

Where did he light the fire just now?

Also, it's clearly a three foot three inch thick red cloth, but why does it look like a large piece of red silk to me? Am I dazzled?

Although they didn't understand what was going on, they were smart enough to know that they must not act rashly. God knew what kind of evil thing was happening before their eyes. They all leaned against the wall like good kids, and there was no sign of them licking blood from the edge of a knife.

This saved Zhao Sanyuan a lot of energy, allowing him to concentrate on dealing with this encounter.

The red cloth was rolled towards Mr. Kuai's abdomen, and at the same time, he made a sweeping move with his sword finger and chanted a spell.

"The Supreme Command, Yuanheng Lizhen!"

"The divine ink is blazing, and the thunder is tangling!"

Rumbling--

Mr. Kuai's body was pulled off the desk, but one could clearly see that his abdomen, wrapped in red silk, was shaking violently, and from time to time it formed a ferocious face, as if it could break through the red cloth at any time.

Then Zhao Sanyuan rushed forward and pressed Master Kuai under him. He smeared the blood from his fingertips on the old scale bar and drew a curse pattern two inches below the back of his neck.

Suddenly, a tumor bulged out from the back of Kuai Ye's head. After it burst, it turned out to be a bloody mouth with a black and red forceps on each side.

puff--

A thick, smelly green smoke blew straight into Zhao Sanyuan's face.

At the critical moment, Lao Chenggan picked up the pliers and opened the back of Mr. Kuai's head at an angle, while performing three self-defense techniques.

"Go find some ash from the bottom of the pot right now! Collapse as much as you can!"

The rest of the people were not able to recover so quickly. They were all shocked by the sight of Mr. Kuai growing a strange mouth on the back of his head.

"Hurry up! If you're too late, your leader won't be saved!"

After hearing the loud reminder, Zhang Xiaogou wanted to rush out in two steps at a time. Even though he had only known Zhao Sanyuan for one day, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. At this critical moment, he could only pin his hopes on Zhao Sanyuan.

What else to do?

Can I still call the police?
They said our leader has a new mouth on the back of his head that spews green smoke?

Zhang Xiaogou went there quickly and came back quickly, carrying a lot of pot ash in his beloved leather jacket.

“What should I do!?”

"Raised! The more scattered the better!"

As soon as he said it, Zhang Xiaogou, who was standing at the door, swung his leather jacket violently, and the pot dust flew all over the sky.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Sanyuan threw out sixteen yellow talismans in a row. Each talisman was different, some had "three mountains" talismans, and some had "three swords" talisman heads.

After the talisman was contaminated with some pot ash in the white air, it fell down quickly as if it had life and stuck to various joints of Mr. Kuai.

Zhao Sanyuan had already dodged to the side and stomped the ground with his right foot.

"Pray for the sixteen paths of Zhigong's talisman to suppress the central courtyard!"

Perhaps this trick was too effective, as one could see Master Kuai twisting and twitching violently on the spot, his joints making crisp sounds like frying beans.

With such a horrifying scene, the two guards who were responsible for Mr. Kuai's safety were a little anxious, thinking, "Brother, are you saving people or killing people?" If they continue like this, they will all die.
Many times, it's not that someone sincerely wants to hinder others, but that everyone has their own concerns and experiences, and not everyone has a big heart to handle things.

Therefore, after looking at each other, the two guards both agreed that they should step forward to stop it, or at least press the pause button. Otherwise, if something really happened to Mr. Kuai, they would not suffer the consequences.

"Wait! You—"

Boom! !
Accompanied by two muffled thuds and a loud crashing sound, before Zhao Sanyuan could make any move, Zhang Xiaogou was even faster. Without any nonsense, he kicked the two men into the corner with a series of kicks.

"Fuck you! What time is it? Why wait? Can't you see that he is saving Master Kuai? Shut up!"

Then he turned to look at Zhao Sanyuan, whose hands were shaking from pinching the seals, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, you can do it boldly. I will take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Zhang Xiaogou's decisive and efficient quality is fully demonstrated.

The pros and cons were weighed in a short time.

Judging from the "evil disease" that occurred to Mr. Kuai, it might be related to the dead second-in-command.

Even if there really is someone in Tianjin who can save Mr. Kuai, he won't be able to come in a short period of time.

Besides, Zhao Sanyuan had already taken action. If he was interrupted halfway, if anything happened to Mr. Kuai, he, the one who brought him in, would be blamed.

Therefore, both publicly and privately, hope lies with Zhao Sanyuan alone.

Have to.

And since he is going to gamble big, he cannot let any unnecessary factors affect him.

Although Zhao Sanyuan was concentrating, he was also amazed by Zhang Xiaogou's decisiveness.

Good temper!

Those two kicks were really powerful!
It was worth my effort!
While admiring the sight, Zhao Sanyuan changed his finger gestures, and sixteen yellow talismans rolled towards the red cloth by themselves. Wherever they passed, Mr. Kuai's skin returned to normal, and at least his facial features could be distinguished, no longer wrinkled like a broken tire.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the red cloth was slowly rising and falling, and it was obvious that something was being extracted from Master Kuai's body. Everyone, including Zhang Xiaogou, held their breath, fearing that the slightest disturbance would affect the master's spellcasting.

"Talisman, Talisman, head mounted Jingming!"

"Dragon Tan armor horse, suppress evil spirits!"

"rise--!!!"

The red cloth bulged higher and higher, as if something was rushing around inside it, but with every collision, the sixteen yellow talismans on the red cloth would emit light, using dots to lead lines and lines to form surfaces, preventing the things inside from rushing out.

Zhao Sanyuan's face flushed a little, and he didn't look relaxed. It took him a while to pull out the thing that was harming Master Kuai.

Just when the wrestling was at its most intense, the red cloth suddenly deflated like a deflated ball.

The sudden situation caught everyone, including Zhao Sanyuan, off guard.

Water was seeping out of the wooden board beneath Mr. Kuai's body, and a fishy smell filled the entire study.

"Sixth Uncle!"

A whirlwind suddenly arose.

Huang Xiaoliu descended from the sky, slapped through Kuai Ye's body with one palm and slapped the floor, stirring up countless smelly water drops.

When he raised his hand, he was holding a dark green translucent large scorpion, but its poisonous tail had been broken and was severely damaged.

"Huh? What a rare creature! I haven't seen a scorpion in years. Yu Luo has been almost consumed by you, so it will take me a lot of effort to catch it." Huang Xiaoliu swung the scorpion in front of him, with an amazed look on his face.

Zhao Sanyuan agreed with this and guessed most of it as soon as he entered the room.

The scorpion ghost is a ghost of poisonous insects. It kills people invisibly and can turn people into blood without them knowing. There is also a very famous urban legend about the scorpion ghost.

There was a scorpion dealer in the south. One day, he was staying in an inn and suddenly felt his heart beating wildly and felt a little creepy. So he went to the inn and said that it must be a scorpion ghost transformed from a poisonous insect coming to take revenge. So the inn got a big urn and put the man in it. After a while, a man with mottled hair and an ugly face came to the inn and asked where the scorpion dealer was. The innkeeper lied and said that he had left. After that, the man with mottled hair sniffed the air and left. When the innkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and opened the lid of the urn, he found that the guest's skin had disappeared, and the bones and flesh under the skin were gradually turning into a urn of blood.
Zhao Sanyuan didn't dare to say whether the story was true or not, but he knew about the scorpion ghost. It was said that there were people who specialized in taming scorpion ghosts, which were very evil.

"I didn't expect it to break off its tail to survive, and it almost got caught." Zhao Sanyuan secretly exclaimed that it was a close call. If the scorpion had really run away, all his efforts would have been in vain.

Huang Xiaoliu flipped his palm lightly, and a three-foot-long red cloth swept over, wrapped the scorpion ghost in it, and then weighed it in his hand.

"Boy, I think this scorpion ghost must have been tamed. It's not easy to raise such a thing. If you give up, I will get rid of it. If you insist on investigating, then just pretend I didn't say anything." "Sixth Uncle, you know me. I made a promise in front of Yisheng's tomb. How can I give up halfway?"

While the man and the immortal were talking, Zhang Xiaogou and his companions didn't dare to say a word.

Although they couldn't see the big yellow fairy or hear its voice, they could hear Zhao Sanyuan speaking.

Who are you talking to?
Brother, please don't do this, it's scary
Also, why did the red cloth wrap itself into a red ball and float around in the air? Could it be that a Nezha was born from Mr. Kuai's body?

Zhao Sanyuan took the sealed snake ghost and turned to look at everyone.

"Your leader has been saved, but he needs to take good care of himself. You don't need to find a doctor. Just go to the medicine store and get some rice to cook porridge for him. For three days, he is not allowed to eat anything except rice porridge, not even water."

With the promise, several people finally breathed a sigh of relief. The bodyguard who was kicked away by Zhang Xiaogou was loyal and did not bear grudges. As long as Master Kuai was fine, anything was fine. After thanking Master Kuai profusely, he carried Master Kuai on his back and left the study.

After the false alarm, Zhang Xiaogou put on a radiant and arrogant expression, and he wished he could use a loudspeaker to shout that the one who saved Master Kuai was my brother.

After others leave, he immediately comes up and puts his arm around their shoulders.

"My goodness, brother, you really have something to do. A Taoist priest coming down from the mountain? Or is it a family technique? Can you teach me a few tricks when you find time?"

Zhao Sanyuan rolled his eyes, shook off his arm and walked out, "Don't be so proud, let's find a place to eat first, it's your treat."

"Wait for me! I didn't learn it for nothing! I spent money! Asiba brother!"

at the same time.

There was thunderous applause in a brightly lit restaurant, offering the most sincere cheers for the Beijing Drum performance.

After all, you can't enjoy Boss Nalan's performance every day.

The reason why he is called the boss is not because the restaurant is his property, but because of his superb artistic skills. His real name is Nalan Rongcuo, and he just turned 30 this year.

Amidst applause and flowers, Nalan Rongcuo bowed gracefully, then stepped off the stage to take a bow.

The backstage corridors were already crowded with people. All the outsiders who could appear here were high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Although they had various identities, some of their habits were surprisingly similar.

In short, they would rather spend a fortune to come to Bonalan to make amends and smile, and it would be even better if they could be invited to have a private exchange.

These people tried every possible way to show their courtesy, sending piles of antiques, calligraphy and paintings, gold and silver jewelry.

Nalan Rongcuo always declined with a smile, his voice was gentle, and the men and women who heard it clenched their crotches.

It’s not scary to be a star chaser.

What's more, it's really worth spending real money, which is much better than being stingy and only feeling bad about it.

Fortunately, Nalan Rongcuo’s security was in place and no unnecessary disturbance occurred. They protected Nalan Rongcuo and returned to his exclusive dressing room.

The door separates the inside and the outside, and also blocks out most of the noise.

Nalan Rongcuo poured a glass of red wine slowly and leisurely, enjoying the afterglow of the beautiful scenery.

He loves the stage and is willing to work hard to hone his skills.

Everyone says that he has superb skills and is the most popular newcomer singing Jingyun Drum in Tianjin in recent years, but only he knows that if he can devote himself to it wholeheartedly, his achievements will be even greater.

But I can’t do it.

Because besides singing opera, there are more important things.
While tasting the wine, Nalan Rongcuo's attention was attracted by the wooden door of the dressing room.

In the reflection of the bright light bulb, he saw water stains under the wooden door of the cubicle.

His face changed slightly.

He immediately stepped forward and used the secret key to open the wooden door of the compartment.

It was pitch black inside, with the light only able to illuminate a small area.

Nalan Rongcuo walked in with a frown.

The compartment was deep, and he didn't stop until he was far away from the lighted doorway.

The flame ignited and he lowered the lit match slightly.

Broken jar!

An old square jar broke into many pieces, with smooth and even fractures.

Nalan Rongcuo counted them carefully and found that there were sixteen pieces in total.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be able to invite an expert in such a short time."

Under the faint glow of the match, around both sides of the broken jar were rows of mysterious old jars.

Losing one doesn't matter at all.

A corner of Beimenwai Street.

Zhao Sanyuan covered his stomach with his hands, his face full of black lines, and was on the verge of exploding.

"I say, is it necessary to go to such lengths to have a meal? Can't you just have two trays of meat buns?"

"Oh, you don't know, the taste of this shop is so delicious, most people don't know it, but he doesn't have a shop, the boss pushes a wheelbarrow to sell it in the streets, it takes some time to find him - Hey! Uncle Liu, slow down! Give me twenty ear-hole fried cakes first!"

The boss was a sturdy man. When he heard Zhang Xiaogou's call, he started heating the oil in a pan.

"Unfortunately, I just sold out and wanted to close the stall and go home. If you're not in a hurry, I'll fry it for you right now."

Zhao Sanyuan resisted the urge to go to the restaurant across the street and order two dishes, but the wait was proven to be worth it.

As soon as he put the fried cake in his mouth with its golden and crispy crust and sticky, glutinous and sweet filling, he couldn't stop eating it.

"The ones that are just out of the pot smell the best. His business will definitely become bigger and stronger in the future."

"If he cooked and fried everything for everyone, he wouldn't make much money pushing a cart."

"Hey~ We have face. Uncle Liu is a good man. It's not easy to do business. I will occasionally take care of him in the North Street area. We have become familiar with each other after a few visits."

"Very good. Even dock workers should know their moral code. Do more good deeds to accumulate virtue for your descendants. Especially for someone like you. You killed seven or eight people today. You must have accumulated karma."

Zhang Xiaogou was stunned for a moment and then looked up at the moon hanging in the night sky. "How could I not know? If you go to the dock, you will either chop others or be chopped. How many people can have a good ending in the end? I don't ask for blessings or anything. I just want to get ahead quickly and make more money, and then marry Xiaoya in a grand sedan chair."

"Stop it." Zhao Sanyuan waved his hand in front of Zhang Xiaogou, "Don't dream about it for now. With the current situation of your Haizi head, you might be the one to be killed by evil spirits one day. I'd better find an excuse to retire."

"Stop it, brother! I still want to rely on you to become the head of the hall! Tell me the truth quickly, do you have a way to find out the real culprit behind this?"

"Probably. Anyway, it's definitely not easy to deal with. We'll have to wait until tomorrow to step on the plate to find out the details."

Zhao Sanyuan didn't say anything definite. Firstly, it was to be on the safe side as a lot of information was still unclear. Secondly, this was someone else's family matter after all, and he didn't need to put so much effort into it if they were not related to him. It was enough that he could save Mr. Kuai's life.

"I asked about the old item you asked about before, and I have some clues."

"Oh? Tell me."

Zhang Xiaogou looked at me with a look of respect, "Brother, I have no way of getting my hands on something that is over 3,000 years old. It is said that the second boss brought a batch of stuff from the Central Plains before he died, and it disappeared after the accident."

"Ugh"

Zhao Sanyuan sighed helplessly and rubbed his temples. It was another treacherous situation. It seemed that he had to wade into this muddy water. Why couldn't he just go straight to the point for once? I hope that Uncle Six can find some useful information.

(End of this chapter)