Chapter 136 - 110 Tricks, Blood Fire, Kill! _2

一看就不是好东西!

Although he intended to kill, Li Yan had no idea how to counter the strange method before him, so he reluctantly handed over the Hook Paper.

"Wait!"

Seeing Li Yan about to throw the Hook Butterfly at him, the possessed Porter seemed startled and hurriedly yelled, "Don’t play tricks, throw it on the ground!"

Hmm?

An idea struck Li Yan’s mind.

He still half-understood what the living Yin messenger was about, but Wu Laosi had vaguely mentioned something.

The criminals they needed to capture came in various forms, unexpected Rejuvenators, fierce ghosts wreaking havoc, living dead practicing Evil Skills... some were extremely powerful.

Wu Laosi had attained two-story building Dao, not unimpressive, but clearly inadequate compared to these criminals.

So he said that during a soul capture, simply throwing the Hook Paper would make the opponent sink directly into the Netherworld.

Could it be that this guy was also a prisoner...

But he was staring at Li Yan, any sudden move from him might result in harm.

Thinking of this, Li Yan slowly squatted down, placed the Hook Paper on the ground, and kicked it over.

He kicked it cleverly.

Clatter!

The Hook Paper rolled on the ground, passing just by Sha Lifei, stopping not far in front of him.

And at that moment, Sha Lifei was facing away from Li Yan.

Li Yan believed that as a seasoned pugilist, Sha Lifei would undoubtedly notice the flaw in the Magician’s words.

He was present when Wu Laosi talked about past events.

The question was, could Sha Lifei guess his intent?

As the Hook Paper stopped, the gaze of the possessed Porter followed it downwards, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with desire and fear.

There was also a hint of madness and bewilderment.

A glint flashed in Li Yan’s eyes.

He was certain that this guy’s mental state was problematic!

Sure enough, attracted by the Hook Paper, he forgot his surroundings and slowly squatted to inspect it.

But soon, his expression changed drastically, and he growled, "What’s going on? It’s gone, someone got it first..."

"Disciple Fang? No, I clearly already killed him..."

"Screw you!"

Just then, Sha Lifei’s eyes changed sharply, and with an angry curse, he stepped forward, picked up the Hook Paper from the ground, and slapped it directly on the Porter’s forehead.

It was like a lightning strike.

The possessed Porter fell straight back.

"Roar!"

His whole body trembled, letting out a beast-like howl of despair, but that Hook Paper now acted like an immobilization charm, making it hard for him to move.

Sha Lifei and a few others moved forward simultaneously, pinning him down tightly.

"Hiss!"

Sha Lifei took a sharp breath and cursed, "What did this brat do, how come his body is as cold as ice?"

"It’s the Hook Paper!"

Li Yan quickly moved forward, his expression solemn.

He could smell it, that the moment the Hook Paper touched him, there was a change, as if an invisible force overflowed, trapping him directly.

But the smell lasted only a moment.

After that, there was nothing detectable.

The situation was very much like when Wu Laosi died.

Divine Skills were not omnipotent, if the Dao was insufficient, some higher-level powers could not be detected by lower-level Divine Skills.

This power probably came from the Yin Bureau!

Of course, there was no time to dwell on that, the key was how to break this guy’s spells.

"Daoist, do you have any solution?" Li Yan hurriedly asked.

Wang Daoxuan frowned, shaking his head slightly.

At that moment, hearing the conversation between the two, the possessed Porter was first stunned, then elated, "Hahaha... you can’t use it, you can’t use it! What a joke."

Now speaking in a voice completely changed, hoarse with sinister intent, "Wisen up, release me quickly, this Hook Paper can only trap me for a stick of incense, by then you’ll only face a worse death."

A hint of killing intent flashed in Li Yan’s eyes, but his voice softened, "Esteemed senior, we are merely entrusted to deliver the coffin back home, the grudge between you and Wu Laosi is unknown to us."

Sha Lifei also nodded, "Exactly, everything is open for discussion, this thing may be precious to you, but it’s a hassle for us, what a mess..."

The possessed Magician seemed to calm down, though unable to move his body, his eyes shifted towards Li Yan, "You became a living Yin messenger?"

Seeing Li Yan nod, his eyes filled with rage again, "Those blind officials at the Yin Bureau, first Wu Laosi, then you, a fool who understands nothing, we resent it!"

"What good is resentment."

Sha Lifei tauntingly said, "Those officials at the Yin Bureau simply don’t care for you, having the Hook Paper is pointless."

This seemed to touch a nerve, and the Magician roared, "You understand nothing, if a living Yin messenger violates a taboo, it only ends in death, and the Hook Paper changes hands!"

"Hmph, that fool Wu Laosi, he probably didn’t know until his death that the method for his dear friend to return to life as a fierce ghost was taught by us..."

"Even if he escaped this time, next time we’ll come for his son..."

So that’s how it was, Li Yan’s killing intent grew even stronger.

Sha Lifei also exclaimed, "You’re disgraceful, stabbing your own sect brother in the back."

"Sect brother? Hahaha..."

The man laughed until tears ran down his face, "I’m better than him in every way, yet he was the one chosen, the biggest fool."

Li Yan suddenly spoke, "You’re lying, if you’re from the same sect, why would a Cold Altar wandering practitioner guide me? Your Magic Veins have long since extinguished its incense."

"What?!"

The man’s brow furrowed, "You’re spouting nonsense, I’m still alive, and my junior sister is still guarding the altar site, where did this Cold Altar wandering practitioner come from..."

Hearing this, Li Yan was also puzzled...

...

Meanwhile, as they argued with the Magician, Zhao Kui and the others, standing guard outside the village, grew increasingly impatient.

Unable to sense any presence of yin objects within the village.

"Huh, strange, why are they still beating drums in the middle of the night?"

"Arrest officer, I’ve seen, Divine Han often beats drums for exorcism."

"What Divine Han, those are clearly Qin Han war drums!"

"Everyone shut your mouths!"

"Why did the drumming stop?"

"There’s no signal over there either, arrest officer, could something have happened?"

The group chattered, Zhao Kui’s expression uncertain, then he gritted his teeth, "Seems like Mr. Lu’s side didn’t work out, the problem has been alerted, if it escapes, we’ll all be in trouble."

"Brothers, follow me into the village!"

At his command, the constables immediately lit their torches.

This was the signal they had agreed upon, and the other groups also lit up torches, charging into Wu Family Gully from different directions.

At the same time, just as Li Yan had questioned the connection between the Cold Altar wandering practitioner and the Magic Veins—with many doubts on his mind but no time for further inquiry—he said gravely, "Someone’s coming, quite a number, get ready!"

The crowd picked up their weapons, looking towards the door.

Torches flickered like a dragon as the chaotic sound of footsteps approached, forty to fifty constables rushed to the ancestral hall’s front.

"Surround them, don’t let anyone escape!"

Seeing there were only these few people, Zhao Kui relaxed considerably, first shouting out loud, then furrowed his brow, "Who are you people, sneaking around in the middle of the night... be smart, put down your weapons and come with me to the government!"

Not seeing Lv San, he was already a bit unhappy.

Li Yan ignored this clown, looking instead at Sha Lifei.

Sha Lifei muttered under his breath, "This is a mess, I clearly saw that bastard Qiao Sanhu with his men go to the ancestor worship, why are they causing trouble again..."

He didn’t know that today’s events resulted from multiple misjudgments by different parties.

Seeing the people in the ancestral hall ignore him, Zhao Kui glared, "What, are you trying to rebel?"

In the past, these words would’ve usually been enough to make people in the pugilistic world hold back.

But he didn’t know that Li Yan, too, was extremely frustrated.

Even if he had lived two lifetimes, he was still just a mortal, neither all-seeing nor all-powerful.

The Magician behind him could break free at any moment.

And now, these fools came looking for trouble.

Hearing Zhao Kui’s threat, a surge of anger welled up in Li Yan. He brandished his Guan Mountain Blade, glaring, "Worse than pigs and dogs, so what if we rebel!"

Saying so, he charged out with the blade.

Just then, a strange whistling sounded.

"Ah, snakes, snakes!"

Those standing further back among the constables fell into chaos.

Somehow, countless venomous snakes appeared beneath them, each finding a target to strike, biting over ten people.

Li Yan, too, had already rushed out with his blade, taking advantage of the chaos to charge into the constable group, his blade flashing, cutting down two people instantly.

In the firelight, his face covered in blood, he looked like an Asura...