Chapter 88

I was about to run and find Master Hai, but Lin Feiyu held me back: "What? Can't you deal with Wu Zhenghua? Take your dog and the two kids, find an opportunity to get rid of him. Liu and I are here, nothing will go wrong."

"What? I'm going alone?" I asked, actually a bit wary of Wu Zhenghua's lightning summoning technique. It wasn't just the lightning; there were also various Mooshan ghost expulsion techniques, Confucian righteousness, and other dark methods. Dealing with him would be quite difficult.

Last time, Master Hai almost lost to him. It seemed quite dangerous for me to go. Wu Zhenghua must think we're about to be finished, and with the powerful families watching us closely, he's retaliating.

But I have the black-furred hound and Song Wanyi. If we face him head-on, we have a slight chance of winning, but the problem is getting close to him.

"Things are so tense now. What can you do alone? The anti-zombie powder is gone, and there might even be zombies. The zombie master needs me to handle them. Brother Hai said not to wake him up no matter what. He'll wake up when the time is right. Also, don't forget, the Li family wouldn't participate in a joint spell battle. Since Brother Hai is resting, he's preparing to fight Li Ruizhong to the death," Lin Feiyu told me.

Thinking of the Li family, I nodded heavily: "Alright. I'll take care of Wu Zhenghua. I don't believe I can't deal with an old guy who's still injured."

Lin Feiyu patted my shoulder: "That's the spirit. You need to grow. Wu Zhenghua is just a bit more skilled than that old bandit Wang Cheng."

I gave Lin Feiyu a disdainful look. If he's just a bit more skilled, why don't you go deal with him? Last time at the Zhao family's back mountain, you were following Master Hai's lead.

Song Wanyi looked at me encouragingly. She used to be a mountain ghost, summoned by Wu Zhenghua to fight me, but by a twist of fate, she became my ghost. Although her power was greatly reduced after Zhao Qian altered her yin-yang eyes, with the black-furred hound, she should be able to handle Wu Zhenghua.

"Brother Tian, take this." Zhao Qian changed into a dress and put on stockings, then brought out a khaki leather shoulder bag, which looked very delicate.

"What is this?" I took it.

"My dad and I prepared it for you. I think you'll definitely need it."

It was a specially made waterproof cylindrical shoulder bag. The bag wasn't heavy, but it could hold a lot of things. On the left, there were about a dozen blue talismans, and on the right, about two or three ounces of ritual salt. In the middle were a brush, some cinnabar, yellow paper talismans, and a lot of space.

All the items were useful to me, and I was quite pleased: "Thank you, I appreciate it."

"I thought about it while you were in the hospital. So I prepared it yesterday when you weren't around." Zhao Qian looked very happy to see how much I liked it.

"Thanks to you, I might not be able to deal with that old Wu Zhenghua without this." I put some remaining talismans in the bag and also stored Zhao He's soul inside. With only seven days left, I had to be careful to protect it.

"Brother Tian, be careful. I'll wait for you at home." Zhao Qian said like a little wife, making my heart feel sweet.

I nodded, swallowed, and summoned Song Wanyi, Xijun, and the black-furred hound, then ran down the main road.

"Song Wanyi, can the black-furred hound sense something? Let him help find Wu Zhenghua." I didn't know where Wu Zhenghua was, but I could let the black-furred hound find him. The dog's spiritual senses were sharp, and it should be able to detect traces of someone's spell. If I follow, I might find the spellcaster.

Song Wanyi sat on the black-furred hound and barked a few times into its ear, and the hound ran toward a small hill near the main road.

I followed, though I wanted to ride the dog too. I was exhausted from staying up all night, but the black-furred hound probably couldn't carry a person, so I gave up.

We quickly reached the small hill. Looking up, my face turned grim. It was covered in dense forests, and finding a path up was difficult. I didn't know how Wu Zhenghua got up there.

But the black-furred hound quickly found a way. It slapped a small shrub, and it fell over, revealing a path up the hill.

"Good job!" I praised the black-furred hound and followed it up the hill.

As I was walking on the rugged path, Sister Xijun suddenly tugged at my sleeve!

I was terrified; this must be Wu Zhenghua's lightning summoning technique!

"Jump away from the spot!" Without caring about the thorns, I immediately rolled over. Then, a loud thunderclap shook me, making my whole body numb and my ears ringing!

I couldn't hear anything!

Staring at a circle of blackened, scorched grass, I was terrified. This was a matter of life and death. I touched my ears, and blood trickled down.

"Black-furred hound, keep clearing the way!" I said, but it sounded soft to me. The black-furred hound hesitated, thinking I was angry at its speed, so it started frantically swatting the shrubs.

It must be the Dingsheng compass. Wu Zhenghua must have used it to pinpoint my location and summon lightning. Of course, it would hit me accurately.

I didn't dare to delay, took two calming talismans, recited a few spells, and rolled them into small sieves to plug my ears. Then I ran up the hill, rolling and crawling.

Wu Zhenghua didn't let up. He frequently summoned lightning to strike me. By the time I reached the top of the hill, I was covered in cuts from the thorns, and my clothes were almost torn to shreds. The only thing intact was the leather shoulder bag.

At the top of the hill, a ritual altar filled with magical tools was right in front of me. Two people were there, one sitting and one standing. The sitting one was Wu Zhenghua, calmly waiting for me. The standing one was farther away, under a tree.

Wu Zhenghua still had the appearance of a crane with a youthful face, standing in front of the altar with a bag on his back. Seeing me with Xijun, a large black dog, and a mountain ghost, his face turned grim.

But he and I were enemies, and enemies meeting made us even more angry. He showed a sinister smile: "Without any substitute techniques from someone named Hai, or any breath-holding or precognition methods, or even any divination skills, I don't know how you avoided my lightning. But it's good you came. Let's have a fair fight."

My hearing had recovered, but I didn't plan to remove the talismans from my ears. That old man would definitely summon more lightning.

I was now staring intently at the person standing under the tree.

That person was facing away from me, looking at the sky and calculating something with his fingers, holding a strange bell and weighing it in his hand.

The bell made a tinkling sound, chilling and haunting.

My eyes turned red!

"It's you! You're the zombie master! You killed Zhou Xuan! You sent the blood infant! All of this is your doing?" I shouted at the person facing away from me.

The person ignored me.

"Senior, is it really okay to use lethal force on this kid?" Wu Zhenghua, seeing me ignore him, frowned and asked the person under the tree.

"Up to you," the person under the tree replied.

Wu Zhenghua snorted, drew a peachwood sword, and a blue talisman was lifted from the altar by the tip of the sword. He recited a spell, then took a handful of ritual salt from the altar and sprinkled it on the talisman, starting to borrow power: "Nine Heavens' Lightning, by my command, borrow the power, Lightning Spell!"

The sky clouded over, and suddenly a loud thunderclap shook the air. The moment Sister Xijun tugged at my sleeve, I immediately rolled to the side.

After several actual drills, the Lightning Spell had no effect on me.

Wu Zhenghua, seeing my premonition-like reaction at such close range, was speechless.

"Take out Wu! Heroic spirit, blood-soaked sky, borrow the power of the ghost path! Blood Robe!" I ordered the black-furred hound and Song Wanyi, bit my middle finger, and smeared a handful of ritual salt on a blue talisman, drawing the Blood Robe spell.

Instantly, the black-furred hound turned red, as if wearing a blood robe, looking extremely fierce.

With a roar, the black-furred hound pounced, and Song Wanyi made hand seals, sending several wind blades!

Xijun opened her fish-scale teeth, and a beam of light shot out, aiming at Wu Zhenghua!

Wu Zhenghua quickly took out a blue talisman, pointed his middle finger at the Dingsheng compass on the altar, drew a few strokes, and recited a spell: "Heavenly generals and earthly spirits, by my command, borrow the power, Destroy the Spirit!"

Several strange figures suddenly ran out of the talisman and charged at the black-furred hound!

The black-furred hound didn't seem afraid. With a few swift pounces, it swatted away all the figures and then roared, lunging at Wu Zhenghua!

Wu Zhenghua was shocked. He probably never expected the black-furred hound to be so powerful. It instantly pinned him to the ground, and its claws, now ethereal, struck his soul, making it vanish without a trace. It seemed his soul was completely destroyed!

"Ha, Tian, you've grown so strong. Good. Let me test you again. Here's a blood zombie. See if you can defeat him." The person under the tree shook the bell and turned around.

I was stunned. The old man's voice suggested he was in his seventies or eighties, but with a mask on, I couldn't see his face. The mask was covered in dark red spells, looking fierce and terrifying, like a demon from hell.

Is this mask related to the one in my grandmother's box?

"Who are you! Dare to show your true face!" I shouted, took out another blue talisman, and quickly drew a spell.

The black-furred hound turned and pounced at the old man under the tree. But just as it was about to reach him, a strange, inhuman cry sounded, and a muscular man suddenly leaped out from the bushes next to him!

The man was entirely purple, undoubtedly a blood zombie like the ghost child Zhang Tianxi!

I was shocked. Who is this old man?

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