The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 94 Crying
Seeing this, Qin Zhiming shook his head at Chen Youhuang. He still had many things to ask.

Since he came into this world, he has found that his access to information is limited.

Most of the real information is only spread within a fixed range.

For example, demons and monsters.

Most people have only heard of it but never seen it.

Even Qin Zhiming himself only gradually began to learn about this matter when he was attacked by the Drowned A while participating in the incident in Qinghua Lane.

Ape demons, evildoers, evil objects, evil weapons, the more Qin Zhiming came into contact with these, the more he realized how little he knew.

Not to mention things like Taoist temples and immortals.

He had previously asked Zhang Yuhuai, who had merged with the weird, whether he knew about these otherworldly things.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuhuai also had only a vague understanding of the matter. All he knew came from the piece of paper that was stuck in the book he accidentally found at home.

Qin Zhiming had borrowed that book and paper.

The paper only recorded an evil spell.

This evil magic is extremely dangerous. If there is any mistake in the steps, the practitioner will surely die.

Once successful, the practitioner can rely on his own Qi and blood to block the positive energy of the county city and transform a recently dead person into a monster and raise it in his stomach.

For Zhang Yuhuai, who was suffering from lovesickness, this magic was a coincidence and a gift from God.

But in Qin Zhiming's opinion, this matter was a bit strange and too coincidental.

Zhang Yuhuai was able to meet all the stringent requirements of the sorcery, and the results of the sorcery were what he wanted.

It seemed as if this evil magic was created according to his will.

The book teaches people how to draw and has nothing to do with weirdness.

According to the woman in Zhang Yuhuai's body, the book was bought from a vendor shortly before her death.

She loved painting, so she bought the book. However, she died of illness before she had the chance to read it.

By the time she turned into a monster and regained self-consciousness, some time had passed and she could not remember what the vendor looked like or where his stall was.

After finally catching a living evildoer, Qin Zhiming didn't want to kill him so easily.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Qin Zhiming signaled Chen Youhuang to leave first and leave this place to him.

Seeing that Brother Hu wanted to talk to the evildoer in private, Chen Youhuang quickly turned and left.

After Chen Youhuang left, Qin Zhiming took Fang Ye back into the house.

He glanced at the two large and one small drowned bodies on the bedroom floor, then turned his gaze to Fang Ye who was sneering.

"Why kill them?"

Fang Ye subconsciously looked at the silk book wrapped around his arms, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He didn't understand, Qin Zhiming had an evil weapon in his possession, why would he ask him such a simple question?
Qin Zhiming said nothing, just stared into his eyes.

Feeling the pain gradually coming from his arms, Fang Ye immediately explained.

Lianxie, as the name suggests, means to refine evil energy.

Those who practice evil need evil energy to practice evil arts.

The evil energy between heaven and earth will be drawn out by the resentment in people's hearts.

In order to obtain a large amount of evil energy, the evildoer can only torture and kill people to draw out the resentment in people's hearts.

Ordinary people cannot express extreme emotions in a certain emotion, and even if they feel resentment in their hearts, it is only a small amount.

The evil spirits that are attracted will not be absorbed into the heart.

The evildoer can use sorcery to refine the evil energy surrounding ordinary people and integrate it into himself, thus becoming stronger.

Not only that, skin, flesh, bones, marrow, anything on the human body can be used for evil magic.

The more vigorous a person's qi and blood are, the more evil qi their skin, flesh, and bones can contain after being refined by the evildoer, and they can be turned into magical tools that enhance the power of the evil spell.

Therefore, to the evildoer, people are treasures from head to toe.

"If that's the case, then the corpses you mentioned eat their own kind because of evil spirits?"

Fang Ye nodded, acknowledging that Qin Zhiming was right.

As evildoers, they undoubtedly have the most evil energy in their bodies.

The magic weapon made of the body is far more powerful than those of warriors with strong qi and blood.

Killing one of your own kind is better than killing a hundred people. This is the consensus among evildoers.

But even so, evildoers usually won't attack each other unless they have no other choice.

It's very simple, because they are all people despised by the world and dare not reveal their whereabouts easily.

Any fight would surely draw the attention of the world, and they didn't want to be hunted down by the whole city.

In addition, evildoers always exchange some information or magical tools with each other.

If someone kills his own kind, it will cause everyone to feel insecure, which is not a good thing for all evildoers.

If this situation really happens, that person will be attacked by everyone.

Hearing this, Qin Zhiming interrupted Fang Ye:

"Okay, it's just that the Corpse General is too strong, and I don't care about or need people like you.

Now that he is a government official, he can do whatever he wants.

Even if you join forces, you can't defeat him and can only become food in his mouth, being scared by him and hiding from him.

I ask you, besides you, are there any other evildoers in our territory?" Fang Ye couldn't protect himself, so of course he wouldn't protect his own kind.

He smiled bitterly and revealed the location of the other evildoer.

The evildoer was at the same level as him, also at the Xiaohan level.

Afterwards, Qin Zhiming found out that both the exorcism candles and incense ashes contain a small amount of positive energy.

It can break the evil spells of the evil casters at the Lesser Cold level, and the evil spells of the evil casters at the Greater Cold level will also be affected.

However, it cannot be ordinary incense ash. It must be the incense ash in the incense burner in front of the statue on the altar that has been sincerely worshipped by many people.

For severe cold levels above Great Cold, something with more positive energy is needed.

For example, the incense ashes in the Bishui Temple. After all, the temple with the most believers in Chaolan County is the Bishuixian on Linchao Mountain.

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Half an hour later, in the dim alley.

Led by Chen Youhuang, a dozen strong men, armed with crossbows and carrying bags, surrounded a house.

Seeing Qin Zhiming holding a double-pointed spear behind the crowd, he nodded.

Chen Youhuang immediately gestured to his brothers that they could take action.

The strong men simultaneously pulled out the white candles from their waists and lit them under the wall of the house.

There was only one brick wall facing Qin Zhiming's direction, and there were no white candles under the wall.

The moment the dense candlelight lit up, the sound of a child crying could be heard from the courtyard.

The strange crying sound became more and more shrill, making many people break out in cold sweats.

"Don't be afraid! Listen to my command! Burn it!"

The strong men reached into the cloth bags at their waists, took out the oil bags, inserted them on the crossbows, and then lit them with fire starters.

"burn!"

Chen Youhuang fired first, and everyone followed closely behind.

Bang bang bang bang!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dozens of rockets streaked across the night sky and crashed into the house, which immediately caught fire.

The flickering flames continued to devour everything around them, growing larger and larger, but the wailing inside did not diminish.

"Keep shooting!" Chen Youhuang shouted.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The sound of rounds of crossbow arrows completely woke up the sleeping people around.

"Someone called in?"

With similar thoughts in mind, some people opened the door and looked inside.

There was no one else on the street except the strong men led by Qin Zhiming.

"The evildoer is Gu Fengjie! Come out and surrender!"

Chen Youhuang's shouting frightened the people around him.

The evildoer? Right among us?

Qin Zhiming raised the corner of his mouth and stared at the house where flames were rising to the sky, motionless.

"Keep cumming!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Bang! Suddenly, a figure crashed into the wall.

The wall that was knocked down was the brick wall that had no white candles placed underneath it.

With the help of the dazzling firelight behind the wall, everyone was able to see the man clearly.

He was a man of ordinary appearance.

The clothes on the upper body had been burned, revealing four children's faces on the exposed chest.

The strange crying sound came from the open mouths of those four faces.

"Don't mess around! Keep shooting!"

Bang bang bang!
"Wow!" The crying sounds from all four faces of Gu Fengjie suddenly became deafening.

The rapidly shot crossbow arrow actually stopped an inch in front of him at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, the flame attached to the crossbow arrow went out, and the crossbow arrow began to shake and fall to the ground.

Everyone suddenly felt a little cold and got goose bumps all over their bodies.

Gu Fengjie, with a gloomy face and fierce eyes, was about to take a step forward.

Bang! ! !
His body flew backwards like a cannonball into the house engulfed in flames.

Chen Youhuang took the opportunity to shout, "Throw the crossbow! Wait for him to come out and throw the net!"

A moment later, Gu Fengjie, with a short spear stuck in his right shoulder, rushed out of the house again.

Two of the faces on his body were spitting blood from their mouths, while the remaining two faces continued to cry.

"Destroy my evil body! You will all die!"

Gu Fengjie roared and wanted to rush into the crowd.

The next moment, whoosh!
The people holding fishing nets covered with incense ash immediately threw the nets at him.

Gu Fengjie's face changed drastically, but it was too late to stop.

The moment the two came into contact, countless bloody wounds appeared on Gu Fengjie's body, who was entangled in the fishing net.

(End of this chapter)