Chapter 6: Flying Sword (Please Subscribe and Recommend)

"It's an old man!"

"Probably lost or just passing by."

"Quickly open the door and let the old man come in to warm up."

"The wind outside is too cold, it can cause illnesses."

Seeing the old man's pitiful appearance, Pei Rong couldn't help but feel compassion.

"Wait!"

"This old man, showing up at this time, it's too eerie!"

"I suspect, he is not human!"

Seeing two soldiers about to open the door at Pei Rong's insistence, Pang Yong hurriedly stopped them.

Pei Rong couldn't help but widen her eyes, looking at Pang Yong incredulously: "Such a skinny old man who could be blown down by a gust of wind, you say he is not human, a ghost?!"

"Pang Yong, aren't you being too heartless?"

"Pei Rong!"

"It's not that I'm heartless!"

"This person's appearance is too suspicious; we have to be cautious."

Pang Yong saw that Pei Rong was somewhat unhappy and quickly explained.

"Ghosts!"

"Ghosts!"

"We've traveled thousands of miles, seen nothing but wind, sand, and bones; where have we seen any ghosts?!"

"Besides!"

"With so many people here, full of vigour and vitality, and with talismans, ink marks, and silk threads sealing the main door, even if there are ghosts, they wouldn't dare to approach."

Hearing Pei Rong's complaints, everyone around couldn't help but nod repeatedly.

Just as Pei Rong said, in their thousand-mile journey, they had not encountered ghosts or even any bandits.

Moreover, their preparations this time were very thorough.

On the windows, doors, and walls... full of talismans. On the ground, black dog blood was even scattered; not to mention there being no ghosts, even if there were, they would certainly not dare to come close.

"This..."

Seeing the questioning looks from the people, Pang Yong felt somewhat hesitant.

Open?

Or not open?

Just as he hesitated, the elderly man outside seemed unable to withstand the attack of the cold wind, his body stiffened and he fell heavily.

Pei Rong could no longer care about anything else, took two steps at a time, and came directly to the door.

Pang Yong wanted to stop her, but it was too late, he could only watch helplessly as Pei Rong opened the door wide, tearing down the talisman, and helped the skinny body into the tavern.

In fact, nobody noticed!

Just as Pei Rong tore down the talisman, the old man's face, covered by withered hair, suddenly became incredibly sinister.

"So cold!"

"This old gentleman is ice cold!"

"Touching him feels just like touching ice blocks!"

"Quick, bring over a piece of clothing to drape over the old man!"

…

Pei Rong looked at the old man with some surprise, but she didn't think too much and asked someone to get a piece of clothing to cover him.

"Cold!"

"So cold!"

After the old man entered, the temperature inside suddenly dropped. The flames that were burning also suddenly shrank under the influence of some force.

Pang Yong felt a tightness in his heart.

Not good!

This old man definitely has a problem.

"Pei Rong!"

"Get away quickly!"

"This person definitely has a problem!"

Just as Pang Yong shouted out a warning, the old man's face suddenly turned blue, his gaze grew eerie, and his hairpins came loose, his hair madly grew long, twisting and coiling like two long snakes, lunging directly at Pei Rong…

"Old ghost!"

Seeing the malevolent appearance of the old ghost, Pang Yong disregarded his own safety and quickly moved closer to Pei Rong.

Shh!

With the sound of a metal friction.

Pang Yong's longsword was unsheathed, standing erect like a towering pillar.

However, those long hair strands were unusually agile, not only did they not get chopped off, they even entangled like earthworms.

In the end, it even came down to a tearing and snatching battle.

The bystanders finally realized what was happening.

Several soldiers, holding up their swords high, chopped down on the old man's head and body.

However, to their surprise!

The body of the old man was unusually hard. Even the hits of the Myanmar Blade couldn't leave a single scratch.

"Use the talisman!"

"Splash him with Black Dog Blood!"

Hearing Pang Yong's reminder, the soldiers frantically took out their talismans.

The pale yellow talismans, stimulated by the gloomy aura, emitted a faint glow.

Just at this moment, Pang Yong bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of heart blood.

The crimson blood, hanging in the air, burned like flames.

Sizzle!

Sizzle!

With a sound resembling a hot iron coming into contact with pork.

The long, life-like hair kept twisting and retracting, trying to escape.

"Trying to run?"

"Heh—think you can escape right under my eyes? Not so easy!"

Pang Yong leaned forward, his longsword slashing continuously.

The dense hair was instantly chopped off. Watching the approaching blade light, the mountain ghost let out a terrified scream, like a monkey, jumping directly onto the roof beam, his long graying hair entangling like snakes.

And it emitted a sizzling friction sound.

However, Pang Yong was no ordinary man.

Just as the old ghost leaped into the air, his foot kicked hard on the roaring bonfire.

Several torches were directly kicked high into the air, following like shooting stars.

The mountain ghost couldn't dodge in time, and a torch heavily struck his chest. Originally unstable, he was instantly knocked down. However, because his hair was entangled in the roof beam, he didn't fall off.

Before he could catch his breath, Pang Yong, standing below, had already leaped high. The blood-stained sword in his hand swung down decisively.

The mountain ghost twisted his body in fear, dodging the edge of the longsword.

However, the ghost's hair wasn't so lucky.

Meters of white hair were chopped off at the roots, leaving behind two buns that looked ridiculously like dumplings.

Hiss!

Watching the murderous Pang Yong.

At this moment, the mountain ghost no longer dared to test his luck.

His body kept retreating, trying to escape through the broken window.

Crash!

The already rotten window frame shattered by his impact.

Just as everyone halted, thinking he must have escaped, a streak of light flashed.

By the time everyone opened their eyes again.

They saw a dark decorated treasure sword, its blade engraved full of inscriptions, having inexplicably pierced through the old ghost's body.

The mountain ghost let out a horrified scream, his thin arms shaking, trying to break free.

However, it was already too late.

As each eerie rune lit up one by one.

The body of the mountain ghost was instantly ignited, and finally turned into a mound of ashes, completely disappearing.

"What is this?"

Faced with the sudden appearance of the longsword, everyone's face showed a look of shock.

They instinctively turned their heads, and the sculpture in the center of the tavern was strikingly conspicuous.

If not mistaken!

This longsword should be in the hands of the sculpture.

As everyone watched in shock, the sculpture, like a broken porcelain, began to crack bit by bit.

"Is there someone inside this?"

"How could this be possible?"

As Li Jing's contours gradually appeared, everyone couldn't help but be dumbstruck.

Pang Yong even shielded Pei Rong behind him, his face full of vigilance.

Time passed by little by little.

The mud on Li Jing's body, like Armor, suddenly cracked completely, and his originally closed eyes also made efforts to slowly open.