Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

What was that sound?

Lei Laohu, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his brows furrowed.

He did not panic, but listened intently for a moment, his expression darkening slightly.

Judging from the noise, it doesn't seem like enemies have attacked, but rather... something strange has happened?

Instead of rushing out immediately, he turned around and walked to the statue of Guan Yu enshrined at the back of the main hall.

The statue of Guan Yu was not an ordinary clay sculpture, but cast from black iron, making it quite heavy.

On the offering table in front, the three incense sticks were burning straight, clearly indicating that they had been recently replaced.

Lei Laohu stretched out his large, fan-like hand, grasped the iron-forged Green Dragon Crescent Blade hilt in the iron statue's hand, and twisted it forcefully—

"Click".

With a soft click of the mechanism, the Guan Gong statue, along with its base, slowly slid half a foot to the side, revealing a narrow hidden compartment in the wall behind it.

There were no gold or silver treasures in the hidden compartment, only a long, rectangular object wrapped in layers of dark red oilcloth.

Lei Laohu untied the oilcloth, revealing a knife inside!

The blade is broad and heavy, with a dark blood groove on the edge.

The blade has a thick back and a long handle that can be held with both hands. The end is cast into a ferocious demon head hilt.

The entire knife was a dull, dark black, and even lying there quietly, it exuded a chilling and menacing aura.

This is a demon-headed sword!

This is not the style commonly used by martial arts practitioners, but rather the knife used by executioners in the old days, specifically for carrying out beheadings!

This blade has severed the necks of countless desperate criminals, drinking its fill of blood, and embodies the fear and resentment of countless death row inmates before their execution.

The malevolent aura is so strong that ordinary people who get close to it will feel a chill run down their spine and feel uneasy.

Lei Laohu, by chance in his early years, purchased this knife and the cultivation method that came with the Xingmen sect from a down-on-his-luck descendant of a hereditary executioner for a large sum of money.

Unfortunately, the cultivation method was too dangerous, and he never dared to try it, so the sword has been sealed away until now.

The old executioner's descendants said that this blade had beheaded over a hundred people, and its murderous aura was already fully formed.

Ordinary evil spirits dare not approach, but the person wielding the knife must also have a strong destiny and a firm will, otherwise they will suffer harm instead.

Lei Laohu considered himself decisive and ruthless, and possessed a murderous aura, which was perfect for him, so he secretly kept it as his last resort.

Even Scarface and Mr. Xu were unaware of this matter.

He grabbed the ghost-head knife.

It felt heavy and cold to the touch, and the grooves on the hilt were rough on my palm.

The murderous aura spread along his arm, making him shudder, and he felt an invisible stench of blood lingering around his nose.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the slight agitation stirred by the murderous aura in his heart, picked up his knife, and strode towards the commotion.

As soon as I reached the moon gate connecting to the side courtyard, I saw that the inside was in a mess.

Several lanterns were overturned, dimming the light.

Several gang members who were usually fierce and menacing were now pale as hell, scrambling backward to hide, their knives and clubs trembling.

In the center of the courtyard, Scarface, along with two or three of his boldest henchmen, was barely surrounding something... indescribable!

The thing barely maintained a blurry humanoid outline, but it kept twisting and writhing, its body composed of thick, grayish-black smoke.

Its face lacks clear features, consisting only of several constantly sunken and protruding black holes, resembling a distorted mouth and eye sockets.

A dark gray aura surged from its body, and wherever it passed, a thin layer of white frost condensed on the ground.

"ah!!"

One of the gang members, unable to dodge in time, was grazed on the calf by a wisp of dissipating gray-black yin energy, and immediately let out a scream that was not human.

His entire calf turned bluish-black and stiff instantly, and the skin and flesh withered at a visible speed, as if life had been drained away.

"Scarface! You can't cut through this thing! The knife went right through it!"

One of his trusted men mustered his courage and swung his knife fiercely, but the thick-backed cleaver seemed to strike a cold, thick fog, passing straight through the gray-black figure.

A layer of white frost instantly condensed on the blade, and the biting coldness rushed up his arm and straight to his heart. The confidant's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he staggered backward.

Scarface was also in a sorry state. He held a heavier machete, the blade whistling as he desperately tried to protect himself, but he could only force the thing back a little for the time being.

The gray-black figure seemed to be toying with him, not in a hurry to pounce. Each time it brushed past him, the chilling aura it brought made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The scar on his face twisted in terror, and it had long lost its usual ferocity.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Lei Laohu let out a low shout, his voice like muffled thunder, forcefully suppressing the panic in the courtyard.

But his gaze turned incredibly solemn the moment he saw the gray-black figure.

This thing was far more ferocious than any unclean thing he had encountered in his early years.

He stepped forward, dragging his ghost-headed sword at his side.

As he drew closer, the greyish-black figure seemed to sense an even greater threat.

The gray-black yin energy around him suddenly surged, like boiling ink, and rushed straight at Lei Laohu's face at several times the speed of before!

A chilling wind howled, accompanied by the faint sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling!

Lei Laohu's pupils contracted slightly, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

He let out a low growl, his muscles tensed, and his blood surged.

He gripped the hilt of the demon head sword with both hands and delivered a simple, yet powerful, diagonal slash from bottom to top.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, emitting a mournful wail. It was not internal energy or qi, but rather a tangible, ferocious aura that the blade had forged through countless cuts and temperings, which suddenly erupted.

"Sizzle—!"

This time, it wasn't a shot at thin air.

The moment the blade made contact with the gray-black figure, it erupted with a violent reaction like a red-hot iron block being thrown into ice water.

The ear-piercing sound of corrosion echoed throughout the courtyard!

"Ugh—!!!"

The gray-black figure let out an extremely piercing scream of pain!

Its solid, yin-like body was forcibly scalded open by the malevolent energy of the Ghost Head Blade, leaving a huge gap, and gray-black smoke churning violently.

However, this thing was far more ferocious than anyone could have imagined. The remaining yin energy retaliated fiercely, spreading upwards along the blade and attempting to corrupt the wielder!

Lei Laohu felt a chilling, bone-piercing intent surge up his arm along the hilt of the knife, heading straight for his heart.

His arms were instantly covered with a layer of white frost, his muscles stiffened, and his blood and qi almost solidified.

Even more terrifying, hallucinations arose in my mind, as if I saw countless twisted and painful faces wailing.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Lei Laohu's eyes widened in fury, and he roared.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he forcefully suppressed the resentment that was eroding his mind, relying on the ferocious nature honed by years of fighting.

He bit his tongue, and a sweet, metallic taste spread in his mouth, stimulating his mind. At the same time, the muscles in his arms stretched to their limit. Ignoring the sharp pain and numbness in his arms, he poured all the blood and energy in his body into the Ghost Head Blade!

"break!"

The dark light of the ghost-headed saber intensified once more, and the malevolent aura emanating from its blade surged again.

"puff!"

The remaining gray-black figures could no longer resist this malevolent and murderous aura, and exploded completely.

It turned into black ashes that drifted across the sky, quickly dissolving into the air, leaving only ice shards and a nauseating, putrid smell.

The courtyard fell silent instantly, save for the heavy, fearful breathing of the crowd.

Lei Laohu stood there, knife in hand, his chest heaving violently, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his hands gripping the hilt trembling slightly.

The white frost covering the back of my hands and arms slowly faded, leaving behind an abnormal bluish-purple hue.

His face was a little pale. What seemed like a quick and easy strike had actually been extremely dangerous. It had not only consumed a lot of his vital energy, but he had also almost been devoured by the resentment of that ghostly thing.

Although the Ghost Head Blade was sharp, it was also a great burden for him, a wielder who had not inherited the skills of the Punishment School.

"Damn it... what the hell is this thing?"

Lei Laohu was still shaken. His gaze swept over the several gang members lying on the ground, their fates unknown, and his face turned terrifyingly grim.

These are definitely not naturally formed wandering ghosts!

"Boss... Boss! Here we go again!"

A gang member with slightly crossed eyes pointed to the shadows outside the moon gate, his voice trembling uncontrollably.