“Tsk, good stuff…”

The people beside him had already held their breaths, not daring to speak loudly.

Some even regretted not having taken this simple and honest man seriously earlier, and not having been polite enough when speaking to him.

But this simple and honest man still looked憨憨 (hān hān - simple and good-natured), listening to everything and doing as he was told, casually taking the knife.

Whether it was an illusion or not, when he took the knife, the surrounding people felt that the sound of the wind around them seemed to be chaotic, with faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Only this man had no reaction, he just twirled it, looked down at the knife, and saw that it was just a broken knife, dark and dull, and he couldn't see anything unusual, only some thick dark red substance on the blade.

He seemed a little dissatisfied and said, "I don't know what the city people are thinking. This thing isn't handy, it's not as good as a firewood knife..."

"Tsk, don't talk to me, I'm not your master, and I won't cut off people's heads..."

"..."

"Who...who is he talking to?"

The Jianghu (martial world) people beside him felt a chill down their spines.

This man must not be clear in the head, actually thinking that this knife is talking to him?

Or is it really talking, but others can't hear it?

"Brother Wang, please..."

Even the young master of the Lu family seemed to have developed a deep fear of this man, and his address changed unconsciously.

He took a step back, bowed to the man, and said in a low voice.

The simple and honest man, carrying the knife, said to the young master Lu, "East, will you give me the silver when it's done?"

Young Master Lu's heart trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Of course, not even a tael less."

"Thank you, East, thank you, East."

The simple and honest man nodded repeatedly: "If the wealthy households in my place were as particular as East, I wouldn't have to run away..."

As he spoke, he carried the knife and walked towards the ancestral hall in front of him, without seeming to need any preparation.

And the young master Lu reacted even faster.

Not daring to stop him, he quickly waved to the old monkey, asking him to lead the donkey cart and follow this simple and honest man with the others.

"Whoosh..."

Sure enough, as the crowd walked forward a little, a gust of Yin wind suddenly rolled up on the flat ground.

Everyone felt cold all over, 毛毛燥燥的 (máo máo zào zào de - uneasy and agitated), not knowing how many hands had grabbed them, how many strange pale faces were swaying in front of them, and some even felt a stinging pain in certain parts of their bodies.

If they undid their clothes, they would find many black and blue marks on their bodies.

One by one, they bloomed on the skin, forming the shape of handprints or teeth marks.

But as the honest man carrying the knife walked in the front, a strong and strange baleful aura suddenly缠绕 (chán rào - entwined) around him.

Being衝 (chōng - attacked) by the ghost energy in front, his eyes turned red for no reason, as if he had returned to a night when he was carrying a firewood knife and rushing towards the village head's house.

That night, he first killed his wife who had been slept with by someone, and then killed his dying child who had no cure.

Then he broke into the village head's house at night, killing until the blood flowed like a river, and no neighbor dared to come forward.

He killed the whole family, and no wronged souls returned home for the first seven days.

He killed until the cats and dogs in the whole village whimpered and hid in their nests, and the evil spirits outside the village smelled the blood, but dared not enter the village.

He just killed people and didn't know what had changed about himself.

But the people in the Xing Hun (soul-execution) sect could see it, and so could the knife in his hand that once belonged to an executioner.

The lonely wild ghosts in this Ma family ancestral hall who lacked sacrifices could also see it.

Therefore, as soon as he came over, these lonely wild ghosts suddenly turned into a gust of Yin wind and pounced on him, along with Young Master Lu, the old monkey, and Hu Ma, and everyone dared not open their eyes.

It felt as if gusts of Yin wind were blowing on their faces, the vitality in their bodies was about to be dried up, and their blood was about to be frozen.

But when this simple and honest man's eyes turned red, the sound of the wind around him seemed to be startled.

Seven or eight shadows vaguely appeared around him, roaring and wandering around his body, brandishing their claws and baring their teeth, showing their ferocity.

And the black shadows in front of the ancestral hall were like wasps whose nests had been poked, rushing up fiercely and乱 (luàn - disorderly) retreating with a buzzing sound.

Some pale and stiff faces showed a long-lost look of horror, and others were呆呆 (dāi dāi - blankly) kneeling on the ground, intimidated by this fierce aura.

There were also some who had lost their ability to distinguish, and rushed up in a swarm, like a tide of Yin wind.

This simple and honest man with a body full of ferocity didn't seem to know what fear was at all, and he even let out a rare chuckle in the midst of the ghosts entangling him.

He waved the broken knife in his hand without any method, but every time he swung the knife, it stirred up layers of Yin and cold aura, and he fought with the large group of evil ghosts.

It was as if a huge vortex had formed around him, attracting all the Yin秽 (huì - filth) around him, and the others had gained空隙 (kòng xì - space/time for respite).

When Hu Ma and the others saw this, they quickly moved forward.

Taking advantage of the endless evil ghosts being blocked by this simple and honest man, they rushed into the gate of the ancestral hall without looking back, with a thrilling experience.

This was a small courtyard,映衬 (yìng chèn - set off) among pine and cypress trees, surrounded by a circle of waist-high stone walls, and inside was a courtyard overgrown with weeds.

The ancestral hall itself was a large stone house, with a half-covered, rotten wooden door, and some spiderweb-covered flying eaves. It looked like no one had set foot here for a long time.

"Finally in..."

As soon as Young Master Lu entered the courtyard, he immediately turned around and stood in front of the gate of the ancestral hall courtyard.

Outside, the simple and fierce man was being entangled by the ancestors of the Ma family, making it difficult to解 (jiě - separate), and vaguely it could be seen that the Yin秽 (huì - filth) in the Ma family ancestral hall was more dominant, after all, the number was large, but now he had no intention of helping the man at all, he directly left him outside to live or die, and closed the door...

...It was just a fan of rotten wooden railings, which could barely be called a door.

"Quick, give it to me!"

Standing in front of the door, he quickly划动 (huá dòng - moved), as if casting a spell on this wooden栅 (zhà - railing), while whispering to the back.

The old monkey immediately handed him two paper figures, and he placed the two paper figures on both sides of the door, and quickly took out a pen to draw eyes on them.

At the moment of drawing the eyes, the paper figure stiffly and slowly turned half a circle, and at the same time looked out of the courtyard, as if guarding the door.

At this time, the old monkey handed over the white lantern.

The lantern was still lit, and the moths inside had been reduced by seven or eight after the soul-calling consumption on the road, but there were still more than a dozen left, flapping their wings inside.

And he hung this white lantern behind the paper figure, reached out and poked a hole in the lantern, and the moths inside immediately flew out.

But they didn't fly away, they just flew up and down around the lantern.

The people around looked at him施为 (shī wéi - acting), and no one dared to disturb him.

It wasn't until he hung the lantern that he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, turned around, and looked at the half-covered wooden door of the ancestral hall.

A森 (sēn - gloomy) smile appeared on his face: "It's finally time to see the true chapter."

"A few gentlemen, my younger sister is inside. The Xing Hun (soul-execution) way doesn't have the ability to fight with people. It's far worse than you. I spent a lot of money to come here, just to ask you to go in and tie her up for me, so that no one will disturb me from taking the treasure."

"..."

"This..."

Whether it was the one who used the flying knives, or the few Jianghu (martial world) people, their faces showed embarrassment.

They were all hired by this East with a lot of money, but from the time they went up the mountain until now, there was really no place to exert their strength, only the one who used the flying knives, there was originally a place to use him, but偏偏 (piān piān - unfortunately) his skills were not enough, not only did he not help, but he also lost a big face.

Now that it was a critical time, everyone naturally had to work hard, so as not to make people feel uncomfortable when they gave the silver back.

But having seen so many Xing Hun (soul-execution) people's ways along the way, their hearts were panicked, and where did they have the confidence?

"Still be careful."

The old monkey said, "East, don't be stingy, give a few soul-protecting talismans at the critical time."

Young Master Lu frowned slightly, still took out a few pieces of paper with strange patterns drawn on them from his怀 (huái - bosom), and said in a low voice: "When you get here, she can only call a soul at most. If you stick yellow paper, you won't be afraid of her."

He distributed these yellow papers one by one.

The old monkey did not hesitate, dipped a little唾沫 (tuò mò - saliva), and stuck it to his face.

It was just the size of a palm, enough to糊 (hú - paste) his big face.

The other two yellow-faced men also did the same, sticking it to their faces. Seeing them like this, the man who used the flying knife and the other Jianghu (martial world) people hesitated for a while, but they were too frightened along the way, and they didn't have time to think too much, so they still stuck it to their faces.

When it was Hu Ma's turn, he had already prepared, and also took it, but looking at the yellow paper, his heart was莫名的 (mò míng de - inexplicably) slightly stunned...

"Yellow paper pasted on the face..."

He suddenly thought of the work he had taken on, to investigate the cause of death of the Shen family, a wealthy merchant who was loyal to the Red Lantern Goddess.

That big family died miserably overnight, and the faces of the dead were all贴 (tiē - pasted) with a piece of yellow paper, which was异常的 (yì cháng de - extraordinarily) similar to this yellow paper...

"It's also within the scope of the Green Robe Gang's activities, and this person seems to be related to the Green Robe Gang..."

"It can't be such a coincidence..."

"..."

While Hu Ma was holding the yellow paper and looking hesitant, Young Master Lu looked over and said, "Brother Zhou, what are you hesitating about?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"..."

All of a sudden, the eyes of the people around him turned to Hu Ma.

Hu Ma was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "What is there to hesitate? At this time, do you want to quit?"

With that, he also贴 (tiē - pasted) the yellow paper to his face, without even needing saliva, his face was sweating, and he贴 (tiē - pasted) it on as soon as he贴 (tiē - pasted) it.

The old monkey, who also貼 (tiē - pasted) yellow paper on his face, secretly exchanged glances with Young Master Lu, and a faint smile appeared in the depths of their eyes.

Seeing that Hu Ma also貼 (tiē - pasted) yellow paper on his face, the eyes of the people around him turned away.

Everyone who works together has貼 (tiē - pasted) it, and if you are the only one who doesn't貼 (tiē - pasted) it, the atmosphere will seem a little不对头 (bù duì tóu - off).

Moreover, they have come here after experiencing hardships, and it is the time to see the true chapter, and no one dares to be careless, so they all turned around, took out the weapons on their bodies, stared死死 (sǐ sǐ - fixedly) at the half-covered door, and approached carefully step by step.

As they approached the wooden door, they felt more and more that the Yin qi (Yin energy) inside was森 (sēn - gloomy), and it seemed that wind was blowing out, but as soon as they got close to the yellow paper on their faces, it was blocked out.

This yellow paper is really useful!

(End of this chapter)