Chapter 41: The Evil Art of Creating Animals, the Moonlit Night Demon "This little girl's name is Xiulan. Strangely enough, her parents were in the herbal medicine business, but they suddenly disappeared not long ago. Then this little girl voluntarily sold herself to me." Zhang Jiuyang has already paid for the madam to hire a doctor to treat her, but judging from the doctor's serious expression, the situation is probably not ideal. The madam glanced at the sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand and swallowed. She was still frightened and could only tell the girl's origin. Just now, she refused to let Xiulan out of the brothel, and then she saw the little Taoist suddenly draw his sword. The sword was very strange, and it was as red as jade. It split a large bluestone next to him directly into two halves! The Taoist sheathed his sword, his eyes sharp, which made her no longer dare to disobey and just do as he told her. "What's even more strange is that unlike other women who were shy about accepting clients at first, she was not only eager to accept clients, but also the more the better, and she would accept any clients regardless of the price." "Girls all say that she is a natural born slut." "Master Dao, you know that in our line of work, we always encounter some strange customers who make excessive requests, so the customers that other girls are unwilling to accept are pushed to her." "She accepted every visitor. In less than a month, she received nearly 200 customers!"
Zhang Jiuyang's heart sank. He finally understood why this young woman was sent to the brothel and had such serious injuries. "In fact, I have advised her not to rush to make money, as it will harm her health if she continues like this, but she didn't listen and insisted on doing so." When the madam saw Zhang Jiuyang's cold eyes, her heart trembled and she quickly said a few good words for herself. Just then, the doctor came out and shook his head at the two of them, indicating that there was no hope. Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment, and then suddenly threw a silver ingot to the madam. "Find a good coffin and bury her properly, and I'll come back to you." “If you feel lazy, think about that stone.” After saying that, Zhang Jiuyang no longer went into the house to look at the girl's body. Instead, his eyes turned cold and murderous, and his long black hair fluttered gently in the night wind. "Ali, follow closely later." The madam was wondering who the Taoist was talking to when she suddenly heard the clear voice of a child nearby. "Brother Jiu, that sister is out." The madam was startled. There was clearly no one around, so how could there be a little girl's voice? And... who came out? Before she could think more, the door was suddenly blown open by a gust of cold wind. The madam felt a chill, and then her eyes became dazed, and she vaguely saw Xiulan who had just been lying on the sickbed. The other party bowed slightly to her, then glanced at Zhang Jiuyang, and wanted to say something but involuntarily drifted away. "She is thanking you for taking care of her during this time." Zhang Jiuyang's voice rang out, and then he picked up a long sword and tiptoed towards the distance. "Give her a good burial, and it will be considered as accumulating good karma for yourself." The voice gradually faded away, and when the madam came to her senses again, she found that the Taoist priest had disappeared. She looked down at the silver ingot in her hand and suddenly felt it was hot for some reason. ……
In the dark night, Zhang Jiuyang's figure was as fast as a ghost. He had not practiced any light skills or escape techniques, but relying on his pure magic power and extraordinary physique, he could run as fast as a galloping horse and as light as a flying swallow. It does consume more mana, but fortunately his mana has improved a lot during this period, so he can still hold on. After running for a full moment, the ghost of Xiulan floating in the air finally slowed down. "Brother Jiu, I'll take the first blow!" Ali was holding her two pink kitchen knives, with murderous look on her face. She was really angry tonight. She could feel that the sister was a very gentle and kind person, but she was bullied to this extent by the evil spirit. That evil spirit really deserved to die! She wanted to chop it into pieces like minced meat! Zhang Jiuyang did not speak, but the cold light in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. The Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand emitted bursts of heat and trembled slightly in the sheath, as if it could sense the murderous intent in the sword's owner's heart. There is a three-foot sword at my waist, to show my injustice to others. …… After a while, Xiulan's soul came to a house in the east of the city. 咴~ Under the donkey shed, the two donkeys seemed to sense something and let out mournful cries. They tried hard to break free from the reins, even getting blood all over their bodies. Xiulan's soul lingered around the two donkeys for a long time, refusing to leave. Zhang Jiuyang hid on the eaves, watching the scene quietly, with a strange look in his eyes. No, this is not a donkey. A donkey cannot have such human eyes. Even Zhang Jiuyang was infected by the heartache and sadness. Inexplicably, he remembered what the madam said: "Her parents were in the herbal medicine business, but they suddenly disappeared not long ago..." A bold guess came to his mind. Could it be that these two donkeys belong to Xiulan... A similar story was recorded in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, in which a sorcerer was proficient in the art of creating animals. He could turn women and children into donkeys and sheep, and then sell them for money. Her parents must have been hit by a spell like the animal-making spell, which is why they suddenly "disappeared". "Die so soon?" A figure walked out of the house. He was wearing red clothes and had a handsome face, but there was an evil look between his eyebrows. He looked at Xiulan's ghost with disgust. "You are such a waste! I wanted to refine you into a plague ghost, but I didn't expect you to have such a small grudge. What a waste of my soul-binding talisman!" He also didn't expect that Xiulan went through such inhuman torture and eventually died of illness, but her soul had almost no resentment. This ruined his plan to refine the plague ghost, but it didn’t matter, because what he really wanted to torture was... that couple. "Your daughter is so kind, haha, I like her. I will torture her slowly in the future and make her suffer from eternal damnation!" The donkeys brayed angrily. The man laughed, but his voice became colder and colder, full of hatred. "Now you finally understand how I feel."
He picked up the hatchet beside him and slowly walked towards the two donkeys. Xiulan's ghost wanted to stop it, so he opened his mouth and spit out a gust of evil wind, which blew Xiulan to the wall. "I told you to receive 600 guests, and I'll let your parents go." "It's a pity you didn't do it." "But to tell you the truth, even if you did it, I would still kill them. After all... I just want to kill your whole family!" His face was twisted, full of the pleasure of revenge. Tonight, he wants to eat donkey meat BBQ. But just as the hatchet in his hand was about to fall, his expression suddenly changed. He formed a seal with his hands, and in the critical moment his figure flashed and he escaped three feet away. boom! A pink kitchen knife chopped off the wooden stake, it was extremely sharp. "Who dares to launch a sneak attack——" Whoosh! Before he could finish his words, the other kitchen knife in Ali's hand had already been spun and thrown out, as fast as a meteor, and the man only had time to dodge to the side. The pink kitchen knife flew past his face and then was deeply nailed into the wall. A trickle of blood slid down, and red hairs appeared on the injured part of the man, and a red tail appeared behind him. Ali stretched out her hand, and the pink kitchen knife that was nailed into the wall flew back again. She held two knives in her hands, her white skirt gradually turned red, she looked at the man murderously, and her two braids shot up into the sky. "A fierce ghost?" The man frowned slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. This little thing is quite resentful, but she has no grudge against me, so why would she attack me? "You little bastard, I advise you to get out of here right away and not delay what Master Hu is doing tonight. Otherwise, I will turn you into a plague ghost!" But just as he finished speaking, he heard a sound slowly rising, which was the sound of friction between the sword and the scabbard. In the dark night, a red sword slowly emerged from its sheath. Zhang Jiuyang drew his sword and walked forward. There seemed to be an invisible sword energy lingering around him, making his Taoist robe rustle and his hair flutter. "Brother Jiu, he scolded me!" Ali felt a little aggrieved. "I heard." Zhang Jiuyang said calmly: "Pull out his tongue later." …… (End of this chapter)