Chang Jiuzhen was still sitting on the tiger-skin chair, but his face no longer had the calmness and calmness in the illusion. Instead, it was replaced by the fear before death.

He saw with his own eyes how the ghosts and gods he relied on were crushed by the big seal, leaving only a human skin - that human skin was left less than two meters away from the tiger-skin chair.

I walked closer and stepped on the gold-covered seal on the human skin. I looked coldly at the corpses hanging on both sides of the hall.

The sacrifice to the ghosts and gods has ended, and the twelve human skins have been peeled off the backs of the living people by the ghosts and gods and spread flat on the ground.

There are scriptures written on the back of the human skin, and the blood under the human skin is still flowing.

"Human Skin Sutra" reappears in the world!

I walked towards Chang Jiuzhen and shook off the soul-chasing rope: "Follow me!"

"No!" Chang Jiuzhen looked unusually calm: "I have killed so many people and run away from the underworld for so many years. If I go back with you, will I go to the eighteenth level of hell?"

Chang Jiuzhen said in a deep voice: "I, Chang Jiuzhen, have also been a bandit. I don't want to go back and suffer that crime!"

Some fierce bandits would rather die than fight to the end. It may not be because they are fierce in nature, but they are just afraid of the punishment of the government. Especially the bandits in ancient times, who resisted to the end just to die happily.

Chang Jiuzhen skinned so many people alive that in ancient times they would have been executed at Lingchi. The punishment in the underworld was even more terrible than Lingchi.

While Chang Jiuzhen was talking, he pulled out the day scimitar from under the tiger leather seat: "This knife is good, let him send me on my last journey!"

Chang Jiuzhen raised the knife and pointed it at his neck, but I felt alarmed, grabbed Zhao Yuezhu and moved backwards quickly.

The moment Chang Jiuzhen raised his knife, I saw the madness with murderous intent in his eyes.

Not only did he want to commit suicide, he also wanted to die with the two of us.

Sure enough, after Chang Jiuzhen raised the knife, he raised a hand and pressed it on the armrest of the chair.

As soon as I and Zhao Yuezhu retreated to the door, Chang Jiuzhen's palm was already close to the armrest of the seat.

No matter how fast I am, I can't be faster than the other party's machine!

When I desperately mobilized all my energy to protect Zhao Yuezhu, a sword energy suddenly appeared in the center of Chang Jiuzhen's eyebrows.

The cold sword light instantly knocked away Chang Jiuzhen's Tianling. The moment the opponent's eyes popped out of the frame, the whole sky exploded into phosphorescent light.

At that time, his palms were already touching the armrests of the seat!

I rushed to the tiger leather seat and lifted the armrest with a knife, only to see the detonation device hidden underneath. If the sword light had been slower just now, both Zhao Yuezhu and I would have been blown to pieces.

"Leng Gou's 'One Sword Shatters the Soul' came just in time." I wiped the cold sweat from my head and said, "Qin Xin, collect all the human skins, call Leng Gou and ask him to meet at the Earth Temple."

When I came out of the secret room, I dragged Zhao Yuezhu to the back seat of the car and stared into his eyes: "Look at me!"

Zhao Yuezhu felt uncomfortable looking at me, and subconsciously twisted around: "What are you looking at?"

"Tell the truth!" I stared at the other person without moving: "How did you kill that human skin?"

Zhao Yuezhu hissed: "That's it! Doesn't Mr. Ye always use Buddha statues, big seals, etc. to fight ghosts?"

Zhao Yuezhu was right. Mr. Ye himself did not know how to make magic talismans, so he could only use clumsy methods, such as moving Buddha statues blessed by eminent monks to fight ghosts.

Zhao Yuezhu saw me squinting my eyes and not speaking, so he quickly said: "My father asked me to bring the Buddha statue back through some connections. As for which temple it came from, I don't know."

"I bought that big seal in an antique market. The seller thought it was a fake, so I bought it at a very low price. It's the seal of the Qing Dynasty's General Soldier!"

My eyes almost popped out of my head: "The General's Great Seal is in your hands just like that? No wonder they want to kill you first, it turns out you are their doom!"

It is not uncommon for Mr. Ye to hunt for treasures in the antique market. Many things are of little value to antique collectors, but in Mr. Ye's hands they are treasures.

The saying that big seals can suppress ghosts has been around since ancient times, especially the official seals in use are more effective.

Although the Great Seal of the Commander-in-Chief of the Qing Dynasty was not blessed by the luck of the dynasty, its military power was still there. As a one-time magic weapon, its power was extraordinary.

I finally figured out why Chang Jiuzhen had to use bad luck to suppress Zhao Yuezhu first, in order to suppress the luck in her body so that Zhao Yuezhu would not be able to find something to restrain him.

However, fate was not as good as fate, and he still died in the hands of Zhao Yuezhu.

Before I could figure out why Ye Yang's sword came so timely, Zhao Yuezhu asked tentatively: "Li Po, my father has joined the Liangjietang, so I can be considered a member of the Liangjietang, right? Are you going to give it to me?"

What duties will I be assigned?”

I said without thinking: "You are so lucky, just squat at the door and be a mascot! I found a beautiful rope for you."

"Li Po—you bastard—" Zhao Yuezhu went crazy again.
Chapter completed!