blogombal Chapter 21 Thunder Method
Chapter 21 Thunder Method
"What?"
Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, wondering if he hadn't heard Uncle Jiu's words clearly.
Isn't this about finding Wu the comprador?
What does it mean to make me tear my clothes...?
If Zhao Yi hadn't known that Uncle Nine was definitely not gay, he would have been tempted to have wild thoughts.
However, Zhao Yi still tore open the white lining.
A gruesome scar was revealed; although it hadn't been stitched up yet, it had already begun to heal on its own.
"It seems that if you have a strong physique, your self-healing ability will also be stronger."
"Perhaps in the future, when one's physique becomes strong enough, it may even be possible for severed limbs to regenerate."
Looking at his wounds, Zhao Yi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Uncle Nine took out an incense stick with a red string tied around the end, and poked it into Zhao Yi's wound.
This sudden sensation was slightly tingling, like being bitten by a mosquito.
"Imperial Edict!"
Uncle Nine immediately lit a talisman and put it into the small wine cup he had taken out earlier.
Then, before Zhao Yi could speak, she covered his mouth with her hand.
"division......"
Just as Zhao Yi was about to ask what was going on, his mind suddenly went blank, and he lost consciousness.
"I really need to be more vigilant from now on; mystical arts are truly impossible to defend against!"
This was Zhao Yi's last thought before he fell into a coma.
He possesses unparalleled physical attributes, innate superhuman strength, and an iron-like constitution.
However, all kinds of esoteric arts, whether orthodox or unorthodox, have their own strengths. If you are not careful, you can really capsize in a ditch.
Fortunately, Zhao Yi believed that Uncle Nine would not harm him.
This can be considered an unintentional lesson from elders to younger generations about the dangers of society.
Just as Zhao Yi lost consciousness, Uncle Jiu inserted the incense stick that had been tied with a red string into his mouth.
Uncle Nine immediately turned around, leaned against Zhao Yi's chest, and used his shoulder to brace against Zhao Yi's body.
He then took out a pen and a piece of paper from his canvas bag.
Soon Zhao Yi's body began to move, or more accurately, the incense stick stuck in his mouth began to move in the air.
The fiery red light on the incense sticks outlined lines in the void.
Upon seeing this, Uncle Nine immediately began to work with his pen and paper, seemingly calculating something.
One minute later, Zhao Yi stopped moving.
"wake up!"
After Uncle Nine put away his things, he pulled the incense stick out of Zhao Yi's mouth.
boom!
The next moment, a loud bang occurred, Uncle Nine's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly flipped over, using the force to roll away.
A shallow pit had appeared where Zhao Yi had been standing.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
Zhao Yi felt excruciating pain and instinctively opened his eyes to look at the wound.
Sure enough, the wound, which had almost healed, reopened quite a bit.
"What's going on?"
Zhao Yi was puzzled and immediately looked around, wanting to ask Uncle Jiu.
Then they saw Uncle Nine covered in dirt, brushing off the dust.
"Master, what's wrong?"
This left Zhao Yi somewhat bewildered.
Why does Uncle Nine look even more disheveled than I am?
"Ayi, you..."
Uncle Nine looked helpless, but didn't know how to start the conversation.
You're really something, Ayi. You farted and almost blew your master away!
"What did Ah Yi eat? How come his farts are so powerful!"
Unfortunately, it was difficult to ask that question; the dignity of a master still needed to be maintained.
"Let's go, I've found where the ghost child is."
After tidying his clothes, Uncle Nine spoke with a serious expression.
"Found it? Great!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi perked up and stopped worrying about what had just happened.
Moreover, he saw the shallow pit beneath him, and coupled with the smell in the air, he could probably guess what it was.
"I remember now, this must be a technique used by exorcist police officers."
"Back then, the policeman was also defeated after his incense was removed."
"It's just that my physique is too strong. Even when I'm unconscious, my farts are so powerful."
Zhao Yi also felt a little shy.
The power of this fart is comparable to the fart from Pigsy in the TV series "Spring Bright Pigsy".
The two immediately got into a rickshaw, and with Uncle Nine's directions, headed towards where the ghost child was.
At the same time, on the edge of a village outside Renjia Town, there was a cave.
This location is near the back mountain of Renjia Town.
"Damn it, that country bumpkin actually blocked the ghost child? And even damaged the evil blade!"
Wu, the comprador, sat on a rock with a campfire burning in front of him, viciously biting into a roast chicken.
Beside him, a samurai sword gleamed with an eerie light.
In a dark corner not far away, three children lay unconscious. Accompanied by the crackling of the campfire, the scene looked somewhat eerie in the firelight.
"The evil blade is damaged; we can only refine it using the blood of these children."
"Once the evil blade is repaired, I'll go and ask those guys to join me in the fight tomorrow night."
"At worst, we can distribute some of the money after we get it, which is better than losing everything in a ditch."
Wu, the comprador, muttered unhappily as he viciously chewed on the roast chicken.
Although he was somewhat resentful, he had committed heinous crimes and was still alive because of his cowardice.
I can earn less money, but I must keep my life.
"Those people have been lingering around Renjia Town for several days now, I wonder what they're doing."
"They seem to be looking for something. Judging from their exploration methods, it looks like a tomb."
"Are they going to rob a grave? Or are they looking for an auspicious burial site to bury someone?"
Wu, the comprador, had a flicker in his eyes, wondering if there was any profit to be made.
"Forget it, those guys are too tough to mess with, I'd better play it safe. Zhao Yi, that little peasant, is the best prey."
"He has over 100,000 silver dollars in his possession; once he gets his hands on them, it will be another large sum of money."
Thinking of this, Wu, the comprador, was immediately in a great mood.
Even the roast chicken I was chewing tasted much better.
"Alright, it's time to sacrifice these brats to repair the Ghost Child Evil Blade!"
A dozen minutes later, Wu, the comprador, finished eating the roast chicken, took a big gulp of wine from the small wine pot next to him, wiped his hands, drew the samurai sword next to him, and walked towards the three children.
"stop!"
Just then, Uncle Nine rushed in from outside the cave, wielding a peach wood sword.
"Uncle Nine!"
Wu, the comprador, was also taken aback, not expecting Uncle Nine to appear here.
"I call you Uncle Nine, and I hope you'll give me some face. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."
Although somewhat puzzled, Wu, the comprador, still spoke solemnly.
He knew that Uncle Jiu was a capable person, a renowned expert in the surrounding area.
If we can avoid fighting Uncle Nine, that would be the best outcome.
Especially since the evil blade is damaged and hasn't been repaired yet, fighting now would not only put us at a disadvantage, but could also result in even greater losses.
This ghost child is his livelihood, and he absolutely cannot afford to have anything go wrong with him.
"Your cultivation of the Calamity Soul is utterly depraved; you have already fallen into the demonic path. I have a duty to slay this demon!"
Uncle Nine was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. After shouting the slogan, he directly charged forward with his peach wood sword.
Meanwhile, outside the cave, Zhao Yi was holding a small flag and planting it in designated spots.
This is the preparation that Uncle Nine asked Zhao Yi to make before entering the cave.
"Ah Yi, the Calamity Soul is very difficult to kill; ordinary Taoist techniques won't work. We must use lightning magic!"
And so, the scene before us came to be.