Chapter 75： 屠魔符

话音刚落,店内的灯光就变成了金色.老年丧尸在变身的灯光下痛苦地后退,扭开了头,惊慌失措地向后踉跄.刘长璇试图敲响聚魂钟,几乎要甩开他的手臂,它的声音越来越急促.但在神圣的光芒下,老僵尸却像破唱片一样移动着——向前一步,后退一步——再也无法靠近.我松了一口气.一个繁荣的家庭会得到神的保护.我以前从来没有用过这种力量,也没想到它真的会召唤我们家的神灵.这完全属于我的二叔.苏逸美阿姨没有说谎——她真的是拉着我二叔来登记结婚的.这正式使这家店的一部分属于我们,作为李家的直系血亲,我现在有资格拜闻家神.否则,我刚才的那个跪下动作,也不过是个笑话而已.见老丧尸不敢靠近,我站起来,在门口质问刘长玄:"城里有规矩.你带一具尸体进来——不怕扰乱治安,受罚吗?刘长轩看到自己被控制的丧尸不愿意进来,勃然大怒.他指着我,怒得胡子发抖."你这个小混蛋,先害了别人,现在还敢——"还没等他说完,黄九就插话道:"老家伙,解释一下你说的'先害人'是什么意思.看看你——连弟子都练不出来.想陷害人,结果却被自己的反噬杀死了.现在你还有胆量胡说八道,歪曲事实?"你瞧你们两个——一个老山人,一个龙虎山人——结果都是垃圾弟子.你连尴尬都不尴尬吗?你们的学校真丢脸啊!何小龙放下了动作,指向了黄九."你这个被诅咒的生物,你是想死的!"手腕一弹,打个响指,一张闪耀着白光的符箓朝着黄九射去.我立刻就能感觉到它有什么不寻常的地方——符箓的能量明显压制住了黄九的恶魔气息.

杀魔符!

我明白了是什么,本能地用血荆劈砍,将符箓打倒在地.黄九趁机匆匆跑到我身后.当护身符撞到地板上时,它的光芒爆炸了,变成了两只巨大的手,从半空中向我扑来.我的眼睑疯狂抽搐——那双手仿佛可以直接穿过我的身体,直接抓住黄九.回想起杀魔者的传说,我不敢掉以轻心.我用力咬住舌头,吐出一口鲜血,熄灭了符气.直到符之力消散,黄九才明显颤抖,才爬回我的肩膀上,紧张地问何小龙:"小子,你从哪里弄来的屠魔符?我也很好奇.鬼杀者不仅神秘——他们被认为已经灭绝了.他们的故事可以追溯到周朝,当时九尾狐妖在大地上肆虐.正义的妖魔从九省四面八方聚集,向狐狸发起了进攻.那场封印恶魔的运动最终变成了杀手和狐狸氏族之间的全面战争.冲突持续了多年,最终以狐狸被封印而告终.在那之后,屠魔这个职业就从历史上消失了.这一切都是我爷爷告诉我的.这也是为什么当我在博物馆看到那面西周铜镜时,我立即让老馆长把它送到寺庙供奉.那面镜子里的狐狸精很可能就是很久以前被屠魔者封印的那只.那段历史虽然不像虚构的故事那样神秘,但确实发生了.像沈卫国和他的团队这样的考古学家可能听说过它.然而,这群人——被时间抹去——不知何故留下了一个仍在流通的护身符.这暗示了尚未揭开的秘密.黄九质问他,何小龙没有回答.我用真阳气扼杀了符之力后,他无视刘长轩的阻拦,径直冲进了店里.刘长轩无法阻止他,只好跟着警告他要小心.家神可以阻止老年僵尸——但不能阻止他们.Luckily, I had already made preparations.He Xiaolong dismissed Liu Changxuan's warning with a sneer. "A rogue cultivator with no sect and a reputation built on lies—hardly worth—"Before he could finish his sentence, his face suddenly changed—because the moment he stepped into the shop, I lunged at him.One Liu Changxuan was already more than I could handle—there was no way I could let them fight me together.Without caring if I might kill him, I swung with the Blood Thorn.But coming from Longhu Mountain, He Xiaolong was no slouch. He twisted his body just enough to dodge and went straight for a joint lock aimed at my wrist.I'd heard of joint-locking techniques and knew that once caught, he'd be able to dislocate every joint in my arm in an instant.Taoist cultivators who roam the world are rarely weak in combat. Martial techniques are core curriculum in major sects.But my grandfather had been a half-baked cultivator—he never taught me any of that.The gap in skill was clear the moment I clashed with He Xiaolong.Just as he was about to lock my wrist, Huang Jiu quickly cast the "Lin" hand seal, channeling its power into me.Suddenly, my speed surged, and I barely dodged the small joint lock at the last second.

Escaping his grip, I gave up on the Blood Thorn and instead rapidly formed a hand seal, shouting, "Dòu!"

The instant the seal was completed, all my Dao energy burst forth, crackling like thunder, and surged through the hand seal as a wave of force.He Xiaolong, mid-lunge, let out a muffled grunt and stumbled back five or six steps before Liu Changxuan caught him.Supported by Liu Changxuan, He Xiaolong groaned and coughed up a mouthful of blood.Huang Jiu formed another "Lin" seal, then dashed over in his floral shorts, dipped a finger in He Xiaolong's blood, and hurried back.I was still confused about what he was doing when he pulled a small paper figure from his pocket and, using his demon energy, began scribbling on it with the blood.Meanwhile, Liu Changxuan, having steadied He Xiaolong, came straight for me.I lowered my stance like a tiger preparing to pounce, launching the attack myself.But I realized instantly I was no match for him.Liu Changxuan's Dao energy was deep and powerful, and his combat experience showed. Within two exchanges, he landed a solid palm to my chest, sending me stumbling back until my spine hit the tea table.He pressed forward with Daoist footwork and launched a whip punch. I rolled off the table just in time—his punch smashed the marble tabletop into pieces.I sucked in a sharp breath. Only then did I realize the kind of opponent I had provoked.Back when I was on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, had it not been for Huang Xian'er, I wouldn't have stood a chance. The female corpse would've long since fallen into his hands.His missed punch swept across the table. I tried to straighten up, but as I did, he kicked me square in the side.That kick—directly to the kidney—was brutal. He used the tip of his shoe.Even through layers of skin and flesh, it felt like a knife had been driven into my side. The pain was so intense I couldn't straighten up, collapsing to the floor in a tight curl.