“Hehehe…”
The jar man had a ferocious look on his face and an expression of pain. The jar was one with him, but now it was broken open. For him, it was like having his stomach ripped open, except that his throat was being strangled, so he couldn't make any loud noise.
Zhang Zhiwei had mastered the Golden Light Mantra to a high level, and the golden light was extremely sharp, which the jar could not block. With a "crack", the jar shattered, revealing the scene inside.
Flesh and blood. The jar was filled with smelly, black flesh and blood.
Among the flesh and blood, there is a small, pale body.
As the jar shattered, the roaring stopped abruptly, and the struggling jar man stopped moving.
"Neither human nor ghost, dead?!"
Zhang Zhiwei thought the jar man was dead, but when he looked closely, he found that the jar man was looking at him quietly.
The eyes on that paper-pale face were clear, no longer filled with the previous resentment and cunning.
Looking at the jar man's clear, childlike eyes, Zhang Zhiwei was startled: "This is..."
Then, after the jar was broken open, the black flesh and blood inside began to rot rapidly, and the pale body wrapped in flesh and blood was also rotting, turning into black ash bit by bit.
In his dying moments, the eerie-looking jar man had a confused look in his eyes and was muttering to himself:
"Mom... I'm in so much pain... Mom went to buy me some candy... Mom is gone... Gone... They took me to find Mom... They put me in a black jar... It hurts... It hurts..."
The jar man was mumbling incoherently, his voice growing fainter and fainter.
Getting smaller and smaller.
Until it disappears.
Zhang Zhiwei lowered his eyes and watched quietly as the man in the jar quickly decayed, his flesh and blood turning into black ash, leaving only a skeleton.
This is the body of a child.
From the few words that the man in the jar said before he died.
Zhang Zhiwei had some understanding.
It is probably that the jar man was kidnapped by human traffickers when his mother went to buy candy for him, and then stuffed into a jar, becoming what he is now.
"Eat some candy...I'll burn it for you after we get out!"
Zhang Zhiwei stared at the small skeleton for a while, then looked away, walked to the corner, and checked the group of children who looked a little stupid.
I found out that they were not seriously injured, they had just been drugged and temporarily lost their minds. I was relieved and felt good that they could still be saved.
Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei came to the child who had lost his limbs and looked like a seal. After examining him, he found that the child had crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, was completely unconscious, and had been tortured to insanity.
"What should we do with these children?"
Zhang Zhiwei sighed and looked towards the third-class carriage. Up to now, his master had not asked about this matter at all. It was obvious that he had left it all to him to handle.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Zhiwei did not bother Zhang Jingqing. How could he leave everything to his master?
"If it were in the future, we could just call the police, but now we are in the Republic of China. How should we deal with this kind of thing?"
After thinking for a moment and looking at the bloody floor in the carriage, Zhang Zhiwei remembered how the Axe Gang handled the situation in "Kung Fu". He decided to leave it to professionals to clean up the mess. There was nothing he could do.
However, most of these children were stolen on trains. No matter how incompetent the police in the Republic of China were, they would not be unable to find the parents of the lost children.
After thinking it over, Zhang Zhiwei released a golden glow and walked out of the coal carriage in a dignified manner.
This time, he did not use his ability to push the crowd away, but followed the crowd, squeezing in and out in the crowded aisle, stopping and starting.
This scene vaguely reminded Zhang Zhiwei of the subway during rush hour in his previous life.
"Hmm... Come to think of it, the subway is still more crowded. Even if the third-class carriage on this train is packed, there's still room for people to pass through. But during the morning rush hour on the subway, you can't move!"
At this time, Zhang Zhiwei's ears moved, and he vaguely heard someone in the crowd crying that he had lost his child.
It is expected that it was the parents who took the child away by Paihuazi.
Zhang Zhiwei did not remind them, and he did not kill the two train drivers. He estimated that it would not be long before the two men would call the police on the train, and then the children would be saved.
It took some time to return to my seat in the second-class carriage.
The young couple was still sleeping with their child in their arms.
Master Zhang Jingqing was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed. When Zhang Zhiwei came back, he opened his eyes and looked at him:
"Solved?"
"It's solved. However, Master, I met a person in a jar who can blow paper into swords and is invulnerable to swords and guns. It seems that he is controlled by this bell!"
Zhang Zhiwei handed the magic bell to Zhang Jingqing to see, and then gave a brief account of the situation in the coal carriage.
After listening to this, Zhang Jingqing played with the bell for a while and said, "Have you ever heard of raising a ghost?"
Zhang Zhiwei nodded. "I've heard of it. I heard that in Southeast Asia, raising a little ghost is also called a Kumantong. The specific operation is to use the soul of a baby, raise it on the bone tiles, and then feed it with your own blood. It can bring good luck and increase wealth!"
Zhang Jingqing said, "That's true, but the evil ways of raising ghosts in Southeast Asia are nothing compared to the evil ways of the Central Plains."
"Generally speaking, there are two types of evil spirits raised by the evildoers of the Central Plains. One is incorporeal and specifically targets people's 'sex', and the other is corporeal and specifically targets people's 'life'. The one you just encountered was the latter!"
"To create such a ghost, you first need to find a child under twelve years old, trap them in a special jar, fill the jar with a special potion to ulcerate their skin, and then feed them raw meat spiked with the medicine, one potion at a time."
"If he can withstand the effects of the drug and complete this series of steps without being tortured to death, then take a strand of his soul and seal it in this bell. Then, wrap the jar with talisman cloth and seal it for 49 days."
"After the deadline, unseal it. If it is cultivated, this little ghost will become a handy tool. It will be invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and can even turn paper into swords. Ordinary extraordinary people are far from being its match."
"However, the success rate of raising this kind of little ghost is very low. There is a high probability of failure at every stage. I estimate that the little ghost in the altar you saw would require about a hundred children to successfully create!"
Zhang Jingqing said this without any expression.
Zhang Zhiwei listened without expression.
After finishing speaking, the master and the disciple looked at each other in silence, with only the clanging sound of the train.
After a moment, Zhang Zhiwei said, "Before he died, the leader of the beggar gang said they were from the Cao Gang!"
Zhang Jingqing nodded: "The Cao Gang is very large, and it's not surprising that there are evil people among them!"
"How big is it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, "Is it as big as our Tianshi Mansion?"
"What do you think?"
Zhang Jingqing looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a calm gaze and expressionless face, but with hidden anger.
He was very satisfied with Zhang Zhiwei's way of handling the matter, but he did not like Zhang Zhiwei's comparison of Tianshi Mansion with Cao Gang.
Facing the master's question, Zhang Zhiwei did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand, turned his palm over, and pressed it down lightly, making a gesture as easy as pie. He said as if it was a matter of course:
"A bunch of filthy bastards from the lowest class, only worthy of sniffing the farts of our Tianshi Mansion. I, the disciple, will destroy them with a flip of my hand!"
But just as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei saw his master looking at him dimly.
