Chapter 9: The King of Hell presents a treasure, the sword that slays ghosts What is it like to be possessed by a female ghost? At that moment, Zhang Jiuyang felt countless cold air rushing into his brain, and his soul was instantly frozen, leaving him with almost no power to resist. But at this moment, the picture of Zhong Kui chewing ghosts in his mind glowed and emitted wisps of heat. When Zhang Jiuyang came to his senses again, he found himself in a dark place. He was wearing a bright red official robe and a three-foot-long sword on his waist. This seems to be... the ghost-slaying sword of Tianshi Zhong Kui? Zhang Jiuyang then realized that he... had turned into Zhong Kui? Opposite him, a blood-red figure was floating quietly, with a hint of doubt in its resentful pupils. Obviously, this was the first time the female ghost encountered such a situation. Could it be that there are other ghosts lurking in the soul of this little Taoist priest? Looking at the burly man with an iron face, curly beard and angry hair, even though her soul had long been filled with resentment, the female ghost felt an indescribable fear in her heart. It was as if he had encountered a natural enemy.
"Evil ghost Yunniang, you kill innocent people indiscriminately and take human lives lightly. Although you are pitiful in some ways, you are even more hateful!" Zhang Jiuyang tried to speak, his voice was like thunder, with a kind of fascinating power. Under his rebuke, the female ghost retreated again and again, with fear in her eyes. "I am Zhong Kui, the Heavenly Master from Mount Zhongnan. I will kill you today!" Zhang Jiuyang put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. He could feel the amazing power contained in the sword that could kill ghosts. Once it was unsheathed, killing ghosts would be as easy as taking something out of a bag. Legend has it that this sword was a treasure for killing ghosts given to Zhong Kui by the King of Hell. It could restrain all ghosts in the world. However, because the sword was too deadly and powerful, Zhong Kui seldom used it. He prefers to eat ghosts. But now Zhang Jiuyang found that although he had become Zhong Kui, he did not have that kind of vast divine power. He was like a clay Buddha or a paper tiger. It may be that the portrait of Zhong Kui has absorbed too little incense and is unable to exert its full divine power. But that ghost-slaying sword was a real divine object that contained incredible power, and it also gave Zhang Jiuyang tremendous confidence. Clang! With a loud sword sound, the Demon-Slaying Sword was pulled out an inch. The sword body was like a cold light reflecting on the snow, illuminating the universe. Mysterious Taoist runes and the pattern of the Big Dipper could be vaguely seen. The South Dipper is for life, the Beidou is for death. This is actually a divine sword that can command tens of thousands of ghosts and terrify the underworld! Just an inch of the sword coming out of the sheath made the female ghost feel a chill on her back, as if facing a powerful enemy. A fear that her soul was about to be torn apart came over her, which actually overwhelmed the deep-rooted resentment. But the next moment, the sword light disappeared again. Zhang Jiuyang was panting and felt his arms were sore and weak. Just pulling it out an inch seemed to have consumed all his strength. Oh no, the incense absorbed by the visualization picture is limited. Even though he has transformed into Zhong Kui now, he still can't draw out the Ghost-Slaying Sword! Zhang Jiuyang looked at the female ghost and his heart sank. …… In front of a room in the back room of the county government office, there were many yellow talismans pasted on the door, and several ink lines were hung with a copper bell tied to them. The strange thing was that even though there was no wind, the copper bell kept ringing.
The two constables on duty had strange expressions on their faces and subconsciously moved away from the room, as if something terrible was imprisoned inside. "Do you think there are really ghosts in this world?" A constable suddenly asked in a low voice. The other person shrank his neck when he heard this and said, "I believe it. Otherwise, how do you explain Xiaojiu's appearance?" "Aunt Wang's family is in such a miserable state. It is not something a human could have created!" "And Xiaojiu, his body is hot and cold, and he makes woman's noises from time to time. How do you explain this, except that he bumped into something dirty?" "That adult said that Xiaojiu is a man of great virtue, so he was able to fight against the evil creature. If it were an ordinary person, even someone like Aunt Wang who slaughters pigs all year round and has evil spirits, they would not be able to stop the female ghost..." They were constables of Yunhe County. They were suddenly called up three nights ago and told that an important figure had come to the county and even the county magistrate had to go to greet him personally. After the big shot called them together, he actually took out a compass and took them to Aunt Wang's house. When they entered the house, they saw a scene that they would never forget in their lives. People's hands and feet were placed on the chopping board like pork, blood was splattered everywhere, and the surroundings were in a mess. The most terrifying thing was Zhang Jiuyang, the fortune teller who set up a stall in the county. Although he was unconscious, he was lying flat on his back floating in the air. His body kept shaking and he made sometimes a man's voice and sometimes a woman's voice coming out of his mouth. The scene was so weird that they were all scared. The big man walked forward calmly, took out a weight and pressed it on Zhang Jiuyang. Then Zhang Jiuyang, who was floating in the air, fell to the ground and his body stopped shaking. Then the big shots surrounded Zhang Jiuyang and looked at him for a long time, marveling at him. They ordered people to carry him back to the county government office and lock him up in this room. "I hope Xiaojiu can make it through this." "I heard that Yunniang seems to be back again..." "Hush, stop talking. Didn't that important person say that we shouldn't discuss this kind of thing, and we must not let it spread outside!" Just when the other detectives were about to say something, the copper bell hanging at the door suddenly stopped ringing. A voice sounded faintly in the room, the voice was a little hoarse. "Water, I want to drink water!" The two detectives were startled and looked at each other. Zhang Jiuyang woke up! …… Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar place, with his upper body naked, his hands and feet tied with red ropes, and several yellow talismans stuck on his body. His throat felt like it was on fire and he couldn't help but shout out. Not long after, footsteps were heard outside, and the back door was pushed open. Zhang Jiuyang vaguely saw many constables standing outside, as well as the county magistrate and county chancellor in official uniforms. But none of them dared to come in. Only one figure walked in calmly and closed the door behind him. The person who came was a middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure, wearing a black robe, a moustache, and a kind temperament. The fat on his face seemed to tremble when he walked. The only thing that was a little strange was that in broad daylight, he was holding a lit candle in his hand.
The man smiled slightly, his eyes were almost invisible, but there was a sharp light that could not be ignored, looking at Zhang Jiuyang like a knife. "Excuse me, I need to confirm who you are first." He walked forward slowly, holding a candle in one hand and taking out an ancient brass statue from his bosom with the other hand. The back of the statue was engraved with the Bagua pattern and some Taoist scriptures. "This is a ghost mirror, specially used to detect evil spirits that possess you. Don't be afraid. As long as this mirror doesn't light up, I won't burn you to death." Only then did Zhang Jiuyang realize that the area under his bed was filled with firewood and kerosene! No wonder this guy was holding a candle in broad daylight. He was probably waiting for the mirror to light up so that he could be cremated. Your uncle's! Zhang Jiuyang struggled for a while, but found that these red lines were surprisingly tough. Fortunately, the bronze mirror did not glow, and Zhang Jiuyang in the mirror did not look like a female ghost. The man seemed to be relieved, his sharp eyes narrowed a lot, and he casually placed the candle in a corner of the bed, but did not blow it out. Zhang Jiuyang's eyelids twitched at the dancing flames. He no longer cared about his thirst and managed to utter a few words after a long while. "Brother, the weather is dry." "Be careful with the candles..." (End of this chapter)