Chapter 50

Today, while my girlfriend was playing with her phone, she suddenly said to me, "Wow, I found out that there are so many sites on the phone with your novel!" She showed me, and I realized that apart from the previous one, "The Return of the Ghost and the God," my new book was also available on many mobile sites—yet, I felt very uneasy!

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The Undead Bone leaped forward with a fierce momentum, seemingly intent on biting Old August to death. He did not dodge or draw any magical weapons; instead, he slightly retreated, allowing the light beam to fall in front of him, then sat cross-legged on the ground.

He formed the Hongjun finger gesture, expressionless, and shouted at the Undead Bone, "Come on!"

The Undead Bone stopped!

He raised his bony arms and moved them a few times, seemingly considering how much damage the sunlight would cause. Old August wouldn't wait for him to think and immediately mocked, "Scared? You, a piece of dog shit, know fear? Damn thing! Oh, right, the bats and the zombie descendants you had were all dealt with by me. They burned so fragrantly, I'll give you a couple of pieces to taste..."

The Undead Bone, sealed for many years and not yet fully recovered, had originally used the bats to bite Lady Qin and create new zombies to do his bidding. Hearing that they were all destroyed by Old August, his eyes turned red with rage, the red pupils becoming even more terrifying, and his bones cracked. Suddenly, he lowered his body and charged forward recklessly!

"Good move!"

Old August roared, grabbed his cotton jacket, and pulled it apart—revealing a bright, shiny copper artifact on his chest, which glinted under the sunlight, casting a refracted beam of light onto the Undead Bone!

He changed his finger gestures, transforming from Hongjun to Pangu, then to the Eight Trigrams, and finally to the Vajra Demon Subduing Seal, shouting, "Fight! All five elements present! Great momentum! Three realms!" He then used the incantation from the last time he summoned fire: "Fire! Fight!"

The light beam hit the Undead Bone, making a sizzling sound, and smoke immediately rose!

The Undead Bone, in pain, became even more ferocious and charged straight at Old August, grabbing his neck with both hands!

What a man, Old August! Though caught off guard, he managed to twist his head away at the last moment—avoiding the vital spot but still getting his collarbone pierced by the bony claws!

The Undead Bone panted heavily, ignoring the flames on his body, and lifted Old August into the air, throwing him away!

A trail of blood splattered in the air...

Old August, not expecting the Undead Bone to be so ruthless and even ignore the red-hot flames, felt intense pain, his vision blackening, and his mind spinning as he was lifted into the air. His mind went blank, and he felt as if the world was spinning.

Amidst the dizziness, he heard the wind whistling in his ears and forced his eyes open to see a mountain-like wall rushing toward him!

Old August, despite the pain in his arms, curled his body, facing his back to the wall. He felt a heavy hammer strike his back, his internal organs burning, and sweat beads forming on his forehead. His whole body convulsed!

He fell heavily to the ground, kicking up dust, and lay in a heap, blood flowing everywhere. The Undead Bone hissed, slapping his body to extinguish the flames, but his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Old August.

In the face of such a great threat, he had forgotten the others and focused solely on this enemy!

A deadly enemy!

At this moment, a sense of fear rose in the Undead Bone's heart. He wanted to quickly extinguish the flames and deliver a fatal blow—though he didn't feel much pain, he felt his strength draining, as if being drained.

He truly hoped this person would never stand up again!

But the Undead Bone's wish was soon dashed. The heap of rags began to move and quickly stood up.

Even though Old August was covered in blood, with blood still gushing from his shoulders, his face contorted in pain, he stood up.

Not only did he stand up, but he was also smiling!

In the desolate battlefield, the old man, with his tattered clothes, blood gushing, and severe injuries, stood straight like a spear, his face twisted in a mocking smile, as if he had never fallen—this scene was not comical but rather instilled a sense of fear.

The Undead Bone, having extinguished the flames, immediately showed a fierce look. He decided to take the man's life while he was still weak and pounced.

Old August's arms hung limply, his body swaying; how could he resist?

Killing such a person wouldn't take much effort.

The Undead Bone, still a few feet away, lunged forward, aiming for Old August's heart, his full strength concentrated in his claws. If he succeeded, it would be a heart-rending, earth-shattering blow!

The distance was covered in an instant, and the Undead Bone could already imagine the feeling of the hot heart being ripped out!

With a hiss, his mouth opened wide...

But at that moment, Old August's foot suddenly kicked up.

His rear move came first!

A piece of burning charcoal was kicked up and landed directly in the Undead Bone's mouth, causing a searing heat, as if his whole body was on fire.

Unable to stop, he saw Old August leap up, open his mouth, and spit a stream of oil into his mouth.

"Boom!"

Instantly, his head burst into flames, turning the Undead Bone into a burning fireball!

The Undead Bone, about to collide with Old August, could no longer attack—his body was already engulfed in flames, his head feeling as if it would be torn apart.

He didn't believe that a disabled person could have the strength to kill him, but he had to believe it!

Who was this person?

The Undead Bone would never know! He was pushed by Old August into the oil trench on the ground, burning with a foul smell and black smoke.

He fell down.

Old August rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames on his clothes. He looked even more wretched, dirty, and vulgar, but no one would underestimate him!

Qin Ming and the surviving men ran over. Though they had witnessed the entire event, they still couldn't believe that such an old man, in such a weakened state, had defeated the Undead Bone.

Kong Feng also approached, his face red and black, his voice bitter, "You are... my uncle? Or my great-uncle?" Seeing that Old August didn't speak, he added, "My master is Qian Song, and I am his second disciple."

Old August nodded slightly, "Qian Song's disciple? Very good, very good..." He said several "very good" and then his face changed, "How many rules did you break this time? How many demon extermination rules did you violate? Do you think you can act arrogantly just because you have a ghost sword?—I'll note it down, and you'll find Qian Song to receive your punishment, the Iron Lock of Repentance!"

"Yes!" Kong Feng dared not argue, just bowed his head in shame, "Uncle, you are right! I am unharmed and will return to the mountain to receive my punishment."

He bowed and left without caring about Old August's injuries.

Old August watched his back disappear at the cave entrance and sighed, not knowing what he felt...

At this moment, the Undead Bone was almost completely burned. The survivors, seeing the bodies on the ground and recalling their near-death experiences, all burst into tears, even the tough men crying like children.

Some cried, wanting to find the bodies of their friends and relatives, but Old August quickly stopped them, "Don't go over, let me check first. These bodies might turn into zombies!"

They all retreated, surrounding him and weeping.

Old August tried to stand up but couldn't. Qin Ming immediately brought people to help, saying, "I didn't expect the master to be an old man of the Yin-Yang School. I was blind and impolite before—Master, I have medicine to bandage your wounds."

He took out the medicine and had people help remove Old August's cotton jacket.

When the jacket was removed, everyone gasped in shock!

His shoulders and arms had ten deep, bone-deep wounds, swollen and black, no longer bleeding but emitting a foul smell, almost making them vomit.

Qin Ming hesitated, "Master, these wounds should..."

"Master! Master!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the cave entrance, and Zunbao floated down, rushing over, shouting, "Master, how are you?"

Running a few steps, he saw Old August's blood-soaked appearance and pouted, suddenly bursting into tears!

"Don't cry! I'm not dead, I'm fine!" Old August suddenly shouted, "Do you think I'm dead? Do you have no faith in me, thinking I can't handle this thing?"

"No!" Zunbao stumbled over, sobbing, "Master, your wounds haven't healed, how did you get hurt again..."

"Just a minor injury!" Old August's expression was as light as if stung by a bee, and he said calmly, "No problem, it's easy! By the way, Young Master Qin, please gather the bodies, bring some dry wood and oil, and burn them. I'll stay here and watch."

"Yes! Yes!" Qin Ming responded, then asked, "Master, are your injuries serious? Do you need any medicine?"

Old August waved his hand, "No need, I've been poisoned by the corpse. It can't be treated right away—here, isn't there still some glutinous rice? I'll use it to draw out the poison for now, and think of other ways after the burning."

Qin Ming's eyes flickered, and he led a few followers up the cave, instructing the others to gather the bodies.

Old August watched as the bodies were gathered, and Zunbao used cloth strips with glutinous rice to draw out the poison. Just as they were about to finish, there was a thud at the cave entrance—

A body fell down!

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**Chapter Title:** From the Qing Dynasty, Ji Yun's "Notes from the Hall of Microscopic Observations: Summer in Luoyang," which says, "The human heart is unpredictable, more dangerous than mountains and rivers, with countless hidden traps." This means that in human society, one must always face the world with a certain expression and characteristics. Deep down, you can never truly know whether a person's kindness or cruelty comes from their nature.

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