Netherworld Painted Skin Scroll

Chapter 54 Arrival
Is he really going to invite me down?!

Li Wuxiang immediately looked at Zeng Jianqiu - why didn't he make a move? !
At this time, Zeng Jianqiu was still tied up and sitting on the altar behind the incense table. At the moment when Zhao Qi shouted in ecstasy, a large number of bubbles suddenly appeared on his chest, and then his flesh was burned through in an instant, forming a square mark.

It was the "Treasure of the Five Mountains" that he had shown him before!
The skin on his chest fell on the table with a snap, and the precious talisman hidden under the skin seemed to sense something extremely disgusting and immediately emitted a burst of golden light. A strong wind blew up around Zeng Jianqiu, first overturning the incense table in front of him, and then blowing off the talisman stuck on his head!

Zhao Qi was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then he reached for the hilt of the sword behind him. But Zeng Jianqiu's eyes, which had been lowered before, suddenly opened, and with a snap, he broke the rope that bound him! His hands and feet were still bloody at this time, but he just waved his right hand -

A spot of blood bloomed on the forearm, and a white light shot out with a whoosh, heading straight for Zhao Qi's face.

Zhao Qi quickly dodged to the side, and the white light shot past his cheek, but just after it shot two steps away, Zeng Jianqiu raised his arm again, and the white light actually made a buzzing sound in the air and went straight to the back of Zhao Qi's head.

Zhao Qi was about to draw his sword when he saw the white light coming again. He quickly ducked to avoid it, but the white light turned and stabbed his neck. He had no choice but to lie on the ground and roll a few times before standing up again. He only pulled out half of his sword when he heard a clang and the white light hit his sword. Zhao Qi raised his hand and saw that only half of the sword was left, broken!

At this time, Li Wuxiang saw the white light clearly - it was hanging on Zhao Qi's shoulder. It turned out to be a flying sword that was only the length of a finger... No, it was not a flying sword, but a sword with a very thin rope tied to the back... Did Zeng Jianqiu hide this thing in his wrist? Tied it to his bones? !

Just now, the small sword broke Zhao Qi's long sword, and Zhao Qi saw the thin rope behind the sword. He immediately twisted the broken sword in his hand and wrapped the thin rope around the sword, and laughed in anger: "Great, you turned out to be a swordsman! How dare you meddle in my business! Today I will sacrifice you, a useless person with broken hands and feet!"

He pulled the broken sword away violently, trying to cut the thin wire wrapped around it. Unexpectedly, there was a sharp squeak, and the wire not only did not break, but sparks were produced by friction with the blade. After this sharp sound, there was an immediate "woosh" sound - Zeng Jianqiu's arm trembled, and the thin wire stirred the air, and before Zhao Qi could react, it had already wrapped around his upper body, and then pulled violently -

Bang! The thin wire tightened and cut into Zhao Qi's chest!

But Zhao Qi's body shook, and he seemed to have taken a step back from the void. A piece of talisman paper with a little man drawn on it in cinnabar was twisted into two pieces by the thin thread where he was standing, and floated down, as if it had only twisted off a piece of his clothes.

But this frightened him greatly, and he threw away the broken sword and ran back. Behind him was the wing room where he originally lived, only ten steps away. But he ran more than ten steps in a row, not only did he not get closer to the wing room, but he was getting farther and farther away from Zeng Jianqiu, as if there was really some incomprehensible vast space in the small space around him.

At this time, Zeng Jianqiu jumped off the altar and kicked the incense table away. His ankle was still injured, but his movements did not seem to be restricted too much. He first raised his hand to retract the flying sword, and then threw it violently. The small sword immediately turned into white light again and shot straight to the back of Zhao Qi's head.

But this time Zhao Qi did not dodge. He pulled out another yellowish talisman paper from his arms while running, bit his finger, and began to draw the image of the Kitchen God on the paper, shouting: "May the old ancestor of the heart, the three thousand worlds, and the Lord of Destiny return to this world!"

When the talisman paper was ignited, the rays of light that had been scattered all over the sky fell down with a bang, and the seal on Zeng Jianqiu's chest burst out with even more intense light, as if it was fighting desperately against what was coming. His flying sword stared at Zhao Qi and hit him several times, but each time a piece of talisman paper floated down from his body, as if his entire body was made of paper.

After the talisman paper fell six times, Zeng Jianqiu's flying sword finally pierced through Zhao Qi's left arm, causing a large amount of blood, and then turned in front of him, immediately circling twice and tied him up tightly.

Zeng Jianqiu stretched out his hand, grabbed his thin rope, and pulled it hard, and Zhao Qi was pulled two or three steps in front of him.

Only then did he sneer: "Lord Siming? I'm afraid you have invited some wandering ghost! If it is really Lord Siming you invited, with this treasure of the Five Mountains in my chest, I'm afraid you have already - eh? It's really strange, I see you are neither vomiting blood nor struck by lightning..." He glanced at Li Wuxiang quickly: "The talisman technique of your Ranshan School is indeed strange. Zhao Qi! You have done countless evil things, and today you should know that you can't escape death! But I happen to be a little interested in your Ranshan talisman technique. If you tell me frankly, I will give you a frank death, but if you..."

"But what if you...you..." When he said this, he was taking a step towards Zhao Qi, but his body swayed slightly. He felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, and then the original colorful rays of light around him turned into a dark red. The "Treasure of the Five Mountains" on his chest also began to burn in his flesh, burning his mouth and nose with a burnt smell!

Zeng Jianqiu couldn't help but look down -

The precious talisman was gone, having turned into a piece of black ash in the bloody blister on the chest!
He was startled and wanted to look up at Zhao Qi again. But the next moment, the thought of being startled became vague in his mind. The sound of his heartbeat and blood flow seemed to be amplified all of a sudden. With the roaring sound like the tide, his consciousness quickly blurred. He felt something in his body growing, growing, and expanding crazily.

Coming!

The sky above the Chen family's yard was suddenly covered with a thin layer of red clouds, sucking in all the colorful rays of light. At this moment, Li Wuxiang could feel that the thing that was so heavy that it was about to distort and crush the yard suddenly disappeared, and then he saw Zeng Jianqiu stop where he was, and the thin line connected to the small sword in his hand also fell to the ground.

His body stood upright like a thick wooden pole, but his head and arms drooped weakly and swayed slightly. The next moment, his whole body began to twitch, twisting strangely like a puppet on a string, and uttering indistinct and extremely hoarse mumblings:

“Hateful… annoying… ahhh… mmmmmmm——”

He raised his head suddenly, his eyeballs were almost squeezed out of his sockets, blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, and his sharp teeth broke through his lips and curled outwards!

Zhao Qi, who was still lying on the ground, was also frightened by his appearance and hurriedly untied the thin line and reached into his arms to feel for it. But Zeng Jianqiu raised his hand violently, and the thin sword flew back and shot out again, shooting straight at his face.

This time it was so much faster than the one Zeng Jianqiu used that even the white light could not be seen!

Zhao Qi screamed in despair and closed his eyes, but the flying sword suddenly hovered in front of him, causing the thin wire to buzz.

Then he heard the hoarse and frantic voice of the monster, whose original appearance had completely disappeared: "Ah... um... you are... Sisheng..."

Zhao Qi opened his eyes suddenly, his throat making a gurgling sound - Sisheng... Sisheng... That was his childhood name...

"Teacher...Master?!"

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