https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-155-Refining-Humans-into-Treasures/12899743/
https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-157-Bravery-in-Battling-the-Evil-Donkey/12899745/
Chapter 156: Life-Buying Money
Chapter 156: Life-Buying Money
When Young Master Lu saw that woman, he was already half-scared to death. When she suddenly called him "Lu Bangchui," his whole body trembled, even though some of his wariness had become instinct from years of cultivation. Despite this, an involuntary groan still escaped his throat.
How did she know?
She didn't call him by his real name, Lu Xiujin, or even the private name he had chosen, Lu Huaiyu. Instead, she directly called him "Lu Bangchui."
This was a nickname he had given himself in jest, deliberately choosing it to guard against her close-range soul-calling technique by hypnotizing himself to only recognize this name.
But no matter how many thoughts raced through his mind, none could provide an explanation. As soon as the groan escaped his lips, he sensed that something was terribly wrong.
Seeing his body stiffen and his spirit waver, and then that beautiful yet detestable face quickly approaching him, his heart sank.
"Hua la la..."
Just then, a group of moths flew out of the white lantern behind him.
The candle flame inside the lantern was like being blown by a strong wind, flickering unsteadily, and all the moths flew out, floating into the night sky.
But these dozen moths flew away, and it helped him dodge an attack. He retreated several steps, his voice changing:
"Sister?"
"..."
As he called out, he stared intensely at the woman in front of him, his teeth clenched.
"Haha, Brother, you're hiding here, using the Imperial Decree to refine the Unconventional Expert's official document, is the Master aware?"
The woman didn't seem surprised that he had this lifesaving method, although calling his name hadn't completely subdued him, but she didn't mind, and with a laugh, she shook her sleeve, and paper money flew out.
"Paper money to buy life..."
Young Master Lu didn't have time to think further and continued to retreat quickly, not daring to let the paper money touch him.
Their master had three unique skills: one with Huangguanzhi, one with soul-calling, and one with paper money to buy life. His junior sister had one more skill than him.
He knew that the paper money she was scattering from her sleeve was life-buying money.
If the paper money hit someone's head, it would reduce their blessings and lifespan. For those with shallow Daoist power, a single sheet of paper money could take their life. For those with deeper Daoist power, it would continuously weaken them.
So, while fleeing, he shouted, grabbing the lantern that had just had all the moths fly out and quickly shaking it to scatter the paper money.
With one shake, the lantern caught fire, burning like a torch and destroying many of the paper money.
......
......
While the two siblings were engaged in battle, Hu Ma, who was inside the ancestral hall, had already used the Four Ghosts Bowing at the Gate technique through a wall and a half-open door.
A ghostly, cold aura surrounded him, instantly pressing down on the people outside.
From the beginning, when he started earning silver from this Young Master Lu, he had already learned his true intentions from Diguashao.
What he claimed about seeking treasure and dealing with his junior sister was all a lie, just an excuse. His every move was aimed at these wandering martial artists.
Diguashao had told him early on that the key to the Huangguanzhi skill was the ability to control people.
Sticking the yellow paper to someone's face would lock their life and soul. If the victim wanted to live, they would have to obey his commands and serve him as a slave for life. If they didn't want to live, he could lock other souls into their bodies, turning them into obedient zombies.
Most of what Young Master Lu said was true, but not 70%, it was 90%.
The paper figures and the evil ghosts by the ancestral hall were indeed set up by his junior sister and his master, respectively.
However, his true goal was not to break through these techniques and rush to the deepest part of Majiawawa to seize the treasure, but to gradually weaken the courage and vigilance of his fellow martial artists along the way. In other words, to make them suspicious and uneasy. After all, their sect's techniques were more effective the more panicked and uncertain their targets were.
Claiming there were enemies on the mountain was to keep everyone on edge.
The soul-calling along the way was actually vague and indistinct, set up by his junior sister, while the ones that directly called out names and clung to people's backs were the paper figures he had secretly placed.
At the crucial moment of entering the ancestral hall, when everyone was tense, the paper figures would call out names.
Young Master Lu had calculated everything, but he never expected that she had already found the treasure's whereabouts and easily broken the technique her master had left behind, entering the old tomb. However, she didn't wait for the treasure to be unearthed there. Instead, she received a notice from Hu Ma and came back to intercept this senior brother.
Her plan was very simple.
She had agreed with Hu Ma to swap identities at the ancestral hall. She put on a raincoat, a bamboo hat, and pasted a piece of yellow paper on her face, making it impossible for anyone to recognize her in the darkness.
Of course, if anyone asked later, she would say that she waited for Hu Ma to enter the ancestral hall, then subdued him, took his raincoat and bamboo hat, and left.
...
...
"Junior Sister, I refined this unique skill specifically to deal with you. Now that you've come out to fight me, you've reached the end of the road!"
At the same moment, Young Master Lu was waving a burning lantern. As the lantern was about to burn out, the paper money in the air also fell to the ground.
Avoiding his junior sister's sneak attack, he let out a sigh of relief and gritted his teeth, "Old Monkey, come and help me."
"Today, I have this opportunity to eliminate the menace for our sect."
"..."
Hearing his shout, Old Monkey was both surprised and angry. He hurriedly took a cloth bag from the cart and threw it to him.
The monkey on his shoulder also jumped down, screeching and clawing at his junior sister's face.
"Junior Sister, you didn't expect this, did you?"
Young Master Lu caught the cloth bag and quickly turned around. In his hand, he now held a smaller white paper lantern, which also contained five or six moths fluttering inside.
He had sent Old Monkey to call souls in the surrounding villages at night, causing quite a bit of harm.
Most of the moths were in the large lantern, but he had kept a few in the small lantern to control these wandering martial artists.
Although there weren't many, they could still provide some protection for a while.
In his other hand, he grabbed a yellow mask. As the monkey chased his junior sister, tearing and biting, he quickly put the mask on his face, instantly exuding a ghostly aura: "Yellow Paper Rank Promotion, Execution Soul Command!"
"..."
As he shouted, he swung the lantern up and down, making three circles.
The wandering martial artists with yellow paper on their faces suddenly felt the paper contract sharply, forming a vague face.
This face was struggling to open its mouth, as if trying to breathe and shout, but it was in pain and couldn't make a sound.
Under the control of this face, they all swayed, drew their weapons, and charged at his junior sister.
His junior sister had just kicked the monkey away and was already pale with fright when she saw this.
But at that moment, they were all focused on each other and didn't notice that a cold wind suddenly blew from the ancestral hall, passing through the wall and reaching them.
They all felt a vague, chilling sensation, as if a ghost had blown on them in the middle of the night, making their bodies stiff and their minds confused.
The "Four Ghosts Bowing at the Gate" technique was originally designed for sneak attacks.
Anyone who was bowed to through the wall would be affected.
"You two are fighting each other, but you're trying to take our lives?"
At that moment, Hu Ma bowed through the wall, stunning everyone on the spot. He then rushed out of the ancestral hall with a knife in hand.
The first person he targeted was the old monkey.
The old man saw that Hu Ma's face was not covered with yellow paper but was cold and sinister, and he was terrified. He shouted, "Protect me!"
As he shouted, he retreated, frantically trying to pull something out of his pocket.
When he shouted, the people with yellow paper on their faces swayed, as if they were about to stop Hu Ma. Especially the three men in hemp clothing and the two sallow-faced men, who had been controlled the longest, raised their knives despite their dazed state.
But an Age Keeper's close combat was the most dangerous.
They had just been bowed to by Hu Ma, making their movements stiff and slow, like puppets. Hu Ma didn't give them a chance to react.
He swung his knife, using the techniques taught by Second Uncle, striking left and right with ruthless precision.
Taking advantage of their immobility, he quickly cut down the three hemp-clothed men.
Then, he suddenly used a blocking move to parry a mechanical and stiff knife swing from a sallow-faced man, slashing open his stomach. He turned and slashed upward, cutting another sallow-faced man in half from the groin, without even looking back, and rushed forward with his knife.
The old monkey, still dazed from the "Four Ghosts Bowing at the Gate," only regained his composure after a moment.
He had just frantically pulled out a pile of junk from his pocket, not yet deciding what to use, when he suddenly looked up and saw Hu Ma approaching him, with four or five people already lying on the ground like straw.
He almost lost his soul in fright, opening his mouth with missing teeth and shouting, "Young brother..."
"Swish..."
Before he could finish, his mouth was full of sand.
Hu Ma didn't know how many strange tricks this old wanderer had up his sleeve, and he didn't give him a chance to use them. He rushed forward, kicked up a cloud of mud, and sprinkled it in the old man's face.
Then, with a swift stroke, he slit the old monkey's throat.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
