Chapter 139: The Scalp Splits Open

　　Why is the timing so perfect?

　　Feeling lucky?

　　Seeing the box starting to seep blood, Liang couldn't think anymore, his heart suddenly leaped in his chest.

　　"Lu Fei, what do we do?"

　　Lu Fei took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.

　　"Huzi, get the ghost head knife ready!"

　　The ghost head knife and the skinning knife both belong to the category of execution blades.

　　However, the ghost head knife is more imposing and might be able to suppress it to some extent.

　　"Boss, I'm ready!"

　　Huzi held the ghost head knife firmly with both hands, suspending it above the box.

　　"Liang, be careful."

　　Lu Fei took out a ghost-repelling charm for Brother Liang to protect himself.

　　"I know."

　　Brother Liang gritted his teeth, staring intently at the jumping box. He felt no fear, but rather a mix of tension and excitement, his body as taut as a spring.

　　"I'm opening the box."

　　Lu Fei put on his special gloves, took a deep breath, and gripped the lid with both hands.

　　But at that very moment.

　　The box suddenly stopped moving, becoming so still that it was unsettling.

　　The three exchanged glances and nodded slightly to each other.

　　Lu Fei applied gentle pressure with his fingers, carefully opening the lid.

　　All six eyes were fixed on the inside of the box, not daring to blink.

　　Inside, a uniquely shaped ancient knife lay quietly, its sheath yellowed with age, and the flaws on the blade matched exactly those on the knife in the photo.

　　A thick, black aura emanated from it, causing the surrounding air to turn cold.

　　Perhaps due to the presence of the Ghost Head Knife hanging above, this knife was now particularly tranquil, showing no signs of unusual movement.

　　"Lu Fei, is this the knife?" Brother Liang, not daring to get his hopes up too soon, asked with controlled excitement.

　　"The knife carries an evil aura!"

　　Lu Fei narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

　　"Then it's definitely the one! Lu Fei, how do we take care of this thing?" Brother Liang's eyes sparkled, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

　　"It is also a penal knife, so it should be similar to the Ghost Head Knife. We need to first neutralize the killing and resentful energy." Lu Fei took out the lightning-struck jujube wood stick and infused it with his spiritual power.

　　With this life-bound magical instrument, dealing with evil objects was much more convenient.

　　Even if it couldn't be directly neutralized, it could at least be suppressed for now.

　　"What are you doing?"

　　Just as Lu Fei was about to take action, a stern shout suddenly came from the side.

　　The three of them were startled and turned their heads to look.

　　It turned out to be Ma Laosan who had run back!

　　"Great! I knew something was off for no reason, so it was you guys causing trouble!" He rushed over aggressively, reaching for the box with the knife, "Get out of my way! How dare you touch my things, I'll report you for robbery!"

　　"Ma Laosan!"

　　Tiger quickly reacted, sidestepping his strong body and pushing him away directly.

　　"We're trying to save your life! Can't you see there's something wrong with this knife?"

　　"Don't think I'm as stupid as you. I can see through this little trick! It's just a knife, is it worth all this effort? Even going as far as to put on an act!"

　　Ma Laosan gritted his teeth, but seeing Tiger holding a large knife and knowing he was outnumbered, he hurriedly reached for his phone.

　　"I'm calling the police now..."

　　Unfortunately, in my panic earlier, I left my phone in the car.

　　"Lu Fei, ignore him, act now!" Brother Liang stepped forward, blocking Lu Fei, about to catch the 'murderer,' he could not tolerate anyone interrupting.

　　"Alright."

　　Lu Fei stopped paying attention to Ma Laotou, raising the thunder-struck jujube wood stick in his hand, and struck fiercely at the skinning knife.

　　The small knife, filled with an evil aura, seemed to sense something, trembling violently. It suddenly flicked like a fish and flew out of the car.

　　"Huzi, stop it!"

　　Lu Fei shouted, chasing after it.

　　Huzi swung his ghost-head saber at the flying knife.

　　With a clink, the small knife hit the ground and rolled.

　　A thick black mist spewed out, actually forming a vague human shape, which lifted the dagger as if it were being held by a person.

　　The thin blade flashed a cold, chilling light in the night.

　　"Th-That is..."

　　Even Old Ma Third saw this black figure. His two small eyes widened like bells, his face full of disbelief.

　　"Did you guys do this too? You're quite impressive. How did you manage to do this..."

　　Before he could finish his sentence, the black shadow surged towards him.

　　The blade pointed straight at the top of his head.

　　"Get out of the way!"

　　Lu Fei and Huzi shouted.

　　"I've seen through all your tricks, trying to scare me..." Old Ma Third snorted, but the blade showed no sign of stopping. The cold light from the blade flashed across his face, followed by a sudden chill on the top of his head.

　　Then, a warm liquid trickled down.

　　He was stunned for a moment and reached out to touch it.

　　Blood!

　　Bright red, glaring blood.

　　Finally, an excruciating pain spread from his scalp, connecting to every nerve in his body.

　　"This, this is... Ah..."

　　Ma Lao San let out a scream as his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. The shadow loomed over him like a specter of death, and the gleaming blade came slicing towards his forehead again.

　　"Ah——"

　　Ma Lao San was completely terrified, too scared to even run. He screamed and clutched his head.

　　Ding!

　　A crisp sound rang out.

　　After a moment, when he realized the blade hadn't struck him again, he opened his eyes a slit and looked with trepidation.

　　A formidable ghost-headed broadsword was positioned in front of him, blocking the sharp knife.

　　Behind the broadsword was Tiger's rugged and powerful face.

　　"You, you..."

　　Ma Laosan's face was covered in blood, and he trembled, unable to speak.

　　"Old Ma, you can't really think we're still playing some kind of haunting trick on you, do you?" Tiger snorted coldly.

　　Lu Fei and Liang Ge stood on the other two sides of the shadow.

　　The sharp knife tumbled in the shadow's hand, with a trace of blood still on the blade.

　　It was Ma Laosan's blood.

　　The shadow was clearly surrounded by Lu Fei and the other person, but Ma Laosan still felt that the shadow was staring at him.

　　It seemed that just slashing him once was not enough to satisfy it.

　　"Really, it wasn't you guys who did this?"

　　The pain on his head deeply stimulated Ma Laosan, and he felt as if his scalp had split open. He suddenly remembered that those people who had been skinned were always started from the top of their heads.

　　"Believe it or not, I'm giving this skinning knife back to you. Enjoy it yourself," Lu Fei said.

　　Lu Fei and Liang Ge looked at each other and each took a step back.

　　Huzi also withdrew his large knife.

　　The shadow immediately rushed towards Ma Laosan, with the blade heading straight for his forehead.

　　"Ahhh! Help me!"

　　Ma Laosan was in extreme terror, using both his hands and feet to push himself backward desperately.

　　"I believe! I believe! Save me quickly!"

　　Lu Fei and the two others exchanged a glance and immediately took action.

　　Hu Zi used his large saber to block the dark shadow, while Lu Fei struck the blade with his staff.

　　Buzz!

　　Blue arcs of electricity flickered.

　　The small knife suddenly quivered, the black gas instantly dissipated, and the knife blade exploded, sending the sheath flying far away. The blade fell violently, lodging itself diagonally in front of Ma Lao San's crotch.

　　If it had gone just an inch further, he might have been castrated.