Chapter 1 Fresh?

Under the pale moonlight, all around was pitch black, and the two were seriously discussing what kind of human flesh tasted good. The atmosphere was indescribably strange, but Hu Ma just smiled as he watched the man pushing the wheelbarrow, who didn't seem flustered at all.

Instead, he slowly lowered the barrow, took the rope from around his neck, and looked at Hu Ma with a grin, saying, "Looks like you're not completely clueless."

"Since you've figured out this is my territory, I'd like to ask, where did a small zougui (errand spirit) like you get the guts to ruin my grand plan and cook my sha zhong (evil seed) in an oil pot?"

"..."

"Isn't me waiting here precisely to ask you?"

Hu Ma also became slightly serious, narrowing his eyes and saying, "Life is about finding peace of mind. This village knows the rules, understands etiquette, and is a blessed place. Why would you come and ruin their virtue, creating sha (evil energy) and raising ghosts? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution?"

The wheelbarrow man suddenly burst into laughter, looking at Hu Ma with a mocking gaze, "You're talking to me about retribution? Do you even know who my master is?"

"I don't know who your master is."

These words were already laced with killing intent. Hu Ma quickened his pace, moving closer to the donkey.

At the same time, a cold and contemptuous smile appeared on the man’s face. He really didn’t take this little zougui seriously. Before the zougui even set up his altar, what difference was there between him and an ordinary person in front of a fu ling shousui (spirit guardian)?

"..."

While he was speaking, Hu Ma appeared very vigilant, looking calm but subtly moving step by step towards the donkey, as if to retrieve something from the luggage on its back.

Hearing Hu Ma's words, the meat seller laughed with undisguised mockery, "Just as my master said, zougui are the most laughable bunch, a group of useless fools who love to meddle in other people's business."

Shaoxiang ren (incense burner men) derive all their abilities from their masters. When the masters have the qi of incense, the yin qi (negative energy) in them changes as well.

But the man suddenly stopped laughing: "Forget it, today I'll let you, a small zougui, see the real world."

"Haha, haha, you're talking to me about rules?"

Unexpectedly, the scythe did indeed hit Hu Ma's chest as desired. The tip of the blade trembled, about to pierce the flesh.

"If you want to talk rules, go to the government. See if they want to punish me or kowtow to my master."

Hu Ma also stood up, looking the other up and down, and said, "But zougui walk through the countryside, eliminating evil and bringing peace."

"Now that I've encountered such a shockingly evil place, I must intervene."

Only the Wu Sha Shen (Five Evil Gods), because of their improper position, are more ferocious than evil spirits. They possess the qi of incense, but have cultivated evil energy.

"Now that I know you're up to no good and serving a master, I'd like to ask, are there any rules left in this world that would allow you to harm people like this?"

But the man suddenly took a step forward, pulled out a dark, greasy scythe from the barrow, and the rolling evil energy made people's eyes blur.

With this wheelbarrow man's attack, naturally, evil energy rolled forth, pressing down on him. The tip of the scythe trembled, the angle was treacherous, aiming to rip out his heart.

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Youhui xiesui (wandering filth and evil spirits) all have yin qi, but the honored guests who consume incense have the qi of incense.

Therefore, the fu ling (spirit dependents) under the control of evil spirits all possess yin qi, looking more like ghosts than humans. But the shaoxiang ren under the control of some big tang ke (hall patrons) have cultivated a dignified air. Some not only have no yin qi, but also resemble old immortals, with an air of grandeur.

As if he had flashed from the wheelbarrow to Hu Ma's front, the scythe in his hand cut through the air with a whooshing sound, fiercely striking towards Hu Ma's chest.

Unexpectedly, Hu Ma's chest suddenly trembled, and the scythe was bounced back. At the same time, Hu Ma reached into the luggage on the donkey's back and pulled out a saber.

"What the hell?"

The wheelbarrow man's transformation from contempt to shock happened in the blink of an eye.

What kind of nonsense was this? A zougui, not thinking about setting up an altar, not using any implements, actually pulled out a broadsword?

Furthermore, he had used all his strength in the scythe just now, so why hadn't it penetrated?

Hard qigong, chest crushing boulders.

Hu Ma had put in a lot of hard work in the past six months, and had already mastered all the skills he learned from the Li family in Dongzi. Now, his internal organs were vibrating, and he had used hard qigong.

Although he wasn't as invulnerable as Ji Tang, who was shousui in the mansion, the use of this burst of hard qi almost achieved the effect of invulnerability. He turned his head towards the shaoxiang ke (incense guest) and smiled silently, then swung the blade over.

It wasn't that Hu Ma was shy, it was just that this hard qigong couldn't allow him to speak or breathe, otherwise he would break his concentration.

But this blade was ruthless, precise, and vicious, directly chopping into the man's body from the left side of his neck, the entire blade sinking in.

"You"

The wheelbarrow man never expected to suffer such a big loss right from the start. Fortunately, his cultivation was not weak. He quickly took a step back to avoid being split in two by this blade.

Crossing his feet, he retreated three or four zhang (yards) in succession, hastily ran to the wheelbarrow, tore off a piece of meat from it, and placed it on the wound on his chest where fresh blood was gushing out like a spring. Only then did he look at Hu Ma with a face full of disbelief.

Strangely enough, the piece of meat stuck to the wound on his chest and directly merged into his body, filling the wound.

"Shousui?"

The man had already realized the problem, and shouted: "You, a shousui, disguised as a zougui? No wonder you dared to wait for me here alone!"

Saying that, he looked around cautiously, making sure that no one was lying in ambush here, before looking at Hu Ma. He was just surprised and uncertain in his heart, not knowing what kind of trick this guy was playing, actually being so strange.

"I really am a zougui."

But Hu Ma naturally wouldn't explain. He just smiled, holding the blade in his hand, and walked towards him step by step.

Under the moonlight, holding a broadsword and wearing a smile, the blade looked strange, as if it was covered with serrations, and still hung with some unwashed, dark meat scraps.

The meat seller felt the pressure in his heart growing. He suddenly spat and cursed, "What kind of zougui uses a broadsword?"

While cursing, he quickly retreated, suddenly drew a short knife, but didn't rush up. Instead, he waved the knife and slashed his thigh, actually cutting off two pieces of bloody meat, and threw them far in Hu Ma's direction.

At the same time, he loudly chanted a spell, and gusts of yin wind stirred around.

The two pieces of bloody meat, as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid, suddenly began to melt.

"Hu Ma-gege (older brother)"

Seeing this, Xiao Hongtang suddenly called out.

"Got it!"

Hu Ma responded, looking down, he could also see the changes in the two pieces of flesh, which actually turned into two little ghosts on the spot, the same as the ones he had fried in oil in the village.

Small heads, big bellies, wriggling out of the two pieces of flesh, then shaking their heads and swaying, crawling quickly from the ground, faster and faster, biting towards him. Their appearance was very ferocious.

Xiao Hongtang called out to Hu Ma because she had discovered that she could at least beat one of these two little ghosts.

"The trickster's guild has a special skill called 'scattering beans to form soldiers.' Is he scattering meat to form soldiers?"

Hu Ma also had the intention to test, and stepped forward.

Facing the two little yin ghosts, he flashed his body, letting the little ghosts' claws pass, then slightly tilted the blade, and split the two little yin ghosts into four halves.

Unexpectedly, the little yin ghosts turned into four again, still pouncing on him.

"Ceng ceng qiang"

On the other side, the wheelbarrow man held up his robe with one hand, stepping in a strange and comical pace, circling around Hu Ma, while constantly chanting a spell. Whenever Hu Ma wanted to rush towards him, he would raise his hand and cut off a piece of meat.

As the flesh fell to the ground, it turned into a little ghost. In a few breaths, he cut off seven or eight pieces of meat in a row, and Hu Ma seemed to be surrounded by little ghosts.

"Hu Ma-gege"

Xiao Hongtang watched from the side, without any intention of helping.

If there were only two little ghosts, she could go up and beat one, and Hu Ma would beat the other. The matter would have been resolved long ago.

As a result, Hu Ma wouldn't let her help. Now that the number of little ghosts had suddenly increased, she couldn't help him either. She might as well squat aside and watch her own show, but she was a little short of jerky.

"You don't have much ability, but you have the guts to interfere with our master's business."

After probing for a while, the wheelbarrow man finally dispelled his suspicion, and the voice of chanting the spell suddenly became urgent. The little ghosts surrounding Hu Ma jumped up at the same time, baring their teeth and pouncing on Hu Ma.

At this point, he had the idea of ​​keeping this little shousui and interrogating him carefully, wanting to know if there was a mastermind behind him.

"Is this all the ability of a dignified Wu Sha Tan (Five Evil Altar) envoy?"

But at this moment, Hu Ma also figured out his special skill, and with confidence in his heart, he suddenly turned his head and smiled.

He raised his hand and inserted the blade into the ground beside him. Facing the little ghosts pouncing on him, he raised his left palm, took a deep breath, and this palm quickly turned black and red, with vaguely visible blood vessels, looking like rune veins.

Then he exhaled and spoke, his voice heavy like a monument, and slapped down.

"Peng!"

Three or five little ghosts who had rushed to his front were slapped to the ground by this palm.

The ones rushing from other directions were also shocked by the power of this palm, flying backwards, rolling into a ball, looking embarrassed.

The meat seller was immediately taken aback. He saw that the little ghosts that had been slapped to the ground by Hu Ma had become lumps of meat. No matter how he called them, they would not move again.

Looking at Hu Ma again, his eyes were filled with indescribable horror. What kind of special skill was this shousui using? It was full of masculine energy, and one palm turned the little ghost into dead meat?

"It's not in vain that I drill into the graveyard every day, slapping people's tombstones."

Even Hu Ma was a little surprised by the power of this Da Shuaibei Shou (Great Tombstone Slapping Hand). He couldn't help but be happy, slowly turning his head, and looking at the bloody man.

But under the pale moonlight, this smile fell into the man's eyes, and it was indescribably gloomy and terrifying.

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