From Jiu Shu's world

Chapter 470 Extinguishing Ghosts
This ghost woman is an unjust dead ghost, with a lot of resentment, and she secretly killed many people a few days ago, her cultivation base is not bad at the moment, her viciousness is fully exposed, and she doesn't take Henry Zhang seriously.

I thought in my heart that I would cut Henry Zhang open.Eat up his heart and liver.

"No, no, you can't disembowel him. The clothes on him are good, and you can wear them for your son."

The pale ghost hand, with black nails growing out, went straight to Henry Zhang's head, trying to catch Henry Zhang to death here, and the method was ruthless.

Henry Zhang looked cold, there were indeed some ghosts, there was no need to supersede them, just wipe them out and it would be over.

When the ghost grabbed it, Fuchuan was terrified, but Henry Zhang did not evade it. With a stroke of his hand, a golden talisman stood in front of the ghost claw.

"Zizi"

When the pale ghost's claw touched the talisman, it seemed as if it had met a flame, and there was a sizzling sound, and the old ghost's black nails broke three in an instant.

The miserable green blood fell down with the water droplets on her body, and the ghost woman let out a scream immediately, and asked sternly:

"who are you?"

I thought it was a little boy, but Henry Zhang’s hand has far exceeded the ghost’s expectations, and this is specially here to make trouble.

A pale grimace became colder and colder, billowing black air gushed out of her body, and more water droplets emerged from her body.

She took a few steps back, looked at Henry Zhang vigilantly and fiercely, and protected her son Ajie behind her.

Henry Zhang said coldly: “Don’t ask me who I am, things that are infected with human life should die.”

"I didn't provoke you, why bother me?"

The ghost screamed bitterly, she never thought that she was the one who harmed others first, she only thought that she deserved it all, and in the end she is also a bullying master.

It’s just that this time, it really hit the iron plate, and Henry Zhang didn’t intend to talk to her more.

Raising his hand, he struck with a golden talisman. The old ghost knew that he couldn't be good, his wet hair suddenly swelled, and he swung it like a whip.

The talisman collided with the hair, the golden light exploded, and all the hair was blown off, scattered all over the small room.

The old ghost flew out backwards and hit the wall, his figure was illusory for a while, apparently unable to match Henry Zhang's strength.

"Come on."

She got up and wanted to run, but the black smoke had wrapped herself up, but he didn't expect that his son's legs were trembling, and he froze in place, with urine dripping down the bottom of his trousers.

All his arrogance comes from his mother, but the old thing who has become a ghost is not as good as the man in front of him, and his cowardice and weakness are suddenly exposed.

However, even if the sloppy man could run together, Henry Zhang would not let the ghost go away.

He wasn't playing around either, the thunderbolt appeared in the palm of his hand, and as soon as he hit it, he hit the old woman directly on the back like a silver snake.

The black air dissipated in an instant, his back was scorched black, and he fell to the ground.

The arc flashed on her body, obviously suppressed by the thunder and lightning law, unable to move, Henry Zhang drew a hand, and the rune appeared and pressed on the ghost woman's body, the light was brilliant, and the heat burned the ghost woman into black smoke.

With a shrill scream, the ghost disappeared.

"What about him?"

Fuchuan watched the process of Henry Zhang catching ghosts, took a deep breath, and calmed down his mood.

The haunted ghost woman is gone, but there is still one living person left, so it can't kill him too, right?

The guy named Ajie was about to faint from fright now, shaking his head like a sieve, and kowtowed non-stop:

"Let me go, please let me go, it's all done by that old guy, it has nothing to do with me."

Henry Zhang glanced at this guy in disgust, he flew him to the wall with a flick of his hand, and immediately stunned him, Henry Zhang didn’t kill him, quite disdainful.

"That's it, he doesn't have many good days to live."

Yang people and ghosts live together, that is the water ghost with heavy moisture and terrible yin energy. This Ajie has already entered the body with ghost energy. How can the incompetent Ajie survive?
When the two left the alley, Fuchuan was a little silent, and what he saw before him knew that there was nothing false about what Henry Zhang said.

"The thing about the word spirit?"

Fuchuan was silent for a while, she looked at Henry Zhang, and asked.

Henry Zhangdao: "He didn't follow you, maybe near the notebook where you wrote the novel, maybe at the intersection of the street you pass by every day. Do you want to meet?"

"Um"

Fuchuan nodded. As for that word spirit, now that she thinks about it seriously, she doesn't know if she likes it, or if it's simply a transfer of her love for words. Before she leaves, she still wants to see him.

Henry Zhangdao: “Then let’s go to that road first and have a look.”

The two took a taxi and came to the road that Fuchuan had to go to work every day.

On the sidewalk late at night, there was no one in sight.

However, Henry Zhang saw a figure across the road, illusory and ethereal, with a feeling that he was about to disappear.

Fuchuan saw Henry Zhang's expression, she couldn't see Ziling, but she could faintly feel his presence, and she asked, "Is it him?"

Henry Zhang nodded and said, “He’s just across the road.”

As he spoke, he flicked his sword finger in front of Fu Chuan's eyes, input spiritual power, and temporarily opened her eyes.

He said: "Go and talk, after all, you created the word spirit."

Fuchuan kept silent, a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, he went to talk to the word spirit he created, it was strange no matter how he thought about it, not to mention that he seemed to like this word spirit once.

"Whoo~"

Fuchuan took a deep breath, and said, "I'll be over in a while."

Fukawa opened his eyes and saw the boy who was hesitant to speak standing on the other side of the road.

She walked across the sidewalk, stood in front of the boy, and said, "Long time no see."

Henry Zhang smiled slightly, looked at the two people who were talking at the other end, then turned and walked to the intersection on the side, waiting for Fuchuan to clarify the matter.

Henry Zhang didn’t listen to what the two talked about, and Fuchuan didn’t make Henry Zhang wait for a long time. A few minutes later, he walked to Henry Zhang’s side with red eyes.

Henry Zhang asked with a smile: “It seems to be resolved?”

"kindness"

Fuchuan nodded: "I've decided, I'm not leaving, I want to finish writing the novel."

Fu Chuan said this with a smile. Although the word spirit disappeared, she recognized her love for words, and she didn't want to give up just like that.

She looked at Henry Zhang gratefully, and said seriously: “Thank you.”

Henry Zhangdao: "You're welcome, just do it as you please, counting you ordering a cup with no regrets and no intentions, if you get paid, just put your autograph on the first book published and let me put it in the tavern."

"Okay."

Fukawa squinted and smiled. Although she quit her job now, she feels more relaxed, at least she can concentrate more on finishing the novel.

After dealing with Fuchuan's affairs, Henry Zhang didn't stay any longer, and he and Fuchuan went home separately.

The matter of Fuchuan is just an episode, so I can help to pass the time.

However, Henry Zhang could also feel that as the Ghost Festival approached, the yin energy in Yangjian began to gather and surge, and many things began to move around.

I'm afraid that the ghost messengers under my hands and the ghost messengers in the underworld will be busy, and collisions and conflicts will happen sooner or later.

This relationship with the underworld has to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Not thinking about these things for the time being, Henry Zhang bought a midnight snack, and walked back to the tavern bookstore by himself.

In front of the tavern door, Henry Zhang took out the key and was about to open the door, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white smear on the ground, looked down, and saw a strange white paper falling at his feet.

(End of this chapter)