This feeling, truly exhilarating!
Tan Wenbin had never anticipated that one day he could stand on his own like this!
As for the consequences, who has the ti to consider them when enjoying the thrill?
But it seed that his opponent also noticed his weaknesses and began to drag out ti with him.
This made Tan Wenbin extrely annoyed; his backpack did contain a lot of usable tools, but the problem was that most of these tools needed to be temporarily consecrated with black dog blood.
After chasing for a while, Tan Wenbin realized it was futile to continue as it wouldn’t be to his advantage, so he decided to slip away.
Previously, he couldn’t leave because he had to stay with the Zeng family and follow leads, even though he knew there were issues with the family, he had to keep up appearances and not openly break the atmosphere.
But since they had thrown down the gauntlet, Brother Xiao Yuan’s plan and its restrictions were lifted, and his freedom was maximized.
Tan Wenbin wanted to run outside, but as soon as he reached the door, it rapidly closed.
Holding a shovel, pretending to smash the door, he was actually gathering strength fiercely, waiting for them to co stop him.
Imdiately, two swooshing sounds ca from behind; the one on the left was faster, the right slower.
Tan Wenbin turned to the right, completely ignoring Grandma Zeng who struck him with her walking stick from the left, and with both hands lifted the shovel, delivering a full-strength strike to Miao Miao who had already lost an arm!
"Crack!"
Miao Miao raised her remaining arm to block, but it was already broken in multiple places, and now it completely snapped; the shovel, with hardly diminished force, directly struck her head.
With a crisp sound, her head burst open like a walnut kernel.
This corpse, thoroughly collapsed, no longer stirred.
Better to break one finger than to injure ten.
Yuanzi once said, most evil spirits generally possess an intelligence akin to "beastly cunning."
This is also why Wei Zhengdao’s book emphasizes that Xuann transformations into corpses are the toughest to deal with, not only because they retain so of their pre-death maneuvers, but more importantly, they might also understand your tactics.
Grandma Zeng’s second strike with the walking stick hit Tan Wenbin again.
Tan Wenbin didn’t feel much pain; after pushing her back with the shovel, he felt a hollowness and inadvertently staggered backward, then leaning on the shovel, he bowed his head and vomited:
"Blargh!"
He vomited not the warm al he had just eaten, but all black water.
Zeng Yinyin had not poisoned him because she still planned to use his body to better entertain her husband.
The fact he was vomiting this ant that Tan Wenbin’s body was further transforming.
But as he was vomiting, Tan Wenbin sharply noticed that Grandma Zeng had stopped moving and did not take the chance to attack; moreover, a shocked cry also ca from upstairs.
The first part of the scream was in a young woman’s voice, and the latter part a raspy old woman’s.
This was the shock causing a jumble and crossover of Miao Miao and Grandma Zeng’s voices.
What’s the matter, does my appearance stir your sympathy?
Tan Wenbin looked down and saw his shovel standing upright on the wellhead that was sealed with tal plate.
Oh, I was wrong!
This afternoon, Tan Wenbin had been observing this well while having tea and smoking in the courtyard.
His conclusion was that there was definitely a major issue with this well, perhaps sothing filthy sealed inside.
It turns out he did have so skill, though not much.
He didn’t understand Arrays and had to carry "multiplication table" for entering Arrays; was this an issue of Arrays, or was he just being dense.
A house with filth lodged inside, yet still sealed up, how could it still contain filth?
Especially given the reaction of the others, it really confird the saying: what the enemy opposes, is what you ought to do.
Without further hesitation, Tan Wenbin, while he still had strength in his body, lifted the shovel and smashed down on the tal cover.
The recoil of the force nearly made Tan Wenbin roll his eyes to the back of his head, but fortunately, it worked.
The tal was broken, and as Tan Wenbin lifted the shovel, he also flipped open the cover, fully exposing the wellhead.
On the inside of the tal cover, a large dead fish skin was attached.
Tan Wenbin hadn’t gone upstairs to see the half-faced Big Fish; otherwise, he would have guessed that the well was sealed by the Big Fish consuming half of itself.
Unsealing the well, a cool breath spread throughout the room.
Tan Wenbin felt intense burning pain, as if countless steel needles were desperately stabbing him.
With a "clang," the shovel fell from his hands, and he knelt at the edge of the well, howling in agony.
Grandma Zeng was the sa, her fractured bones emitting white light, as if about to burst.
Upstairs, the Big Fish writhed in pain.
Those small fish that had been attached to Hu Yiwei, sucking his blood, one by one detached from his body, flipped over, showing their white bellies, and died one after another.
Most old mansions, even if they belong to ordinary citizens, are constructed with attention to Feng Shui layout; wealthy or knowledgeable families are even more ticulous.
The Zeng family, keeping the deceased at ho and even having an altar upstairs till now, shows that at least up to Grandma Zeng’s generation, they still possessed so capabilities.
This is also the reason why the Zeng family could still enjoy warm als.
Unlike the Zheng family, who had completely declined early on.
As for the Xue family, there wasn’t much left either; Li Zhiyuan could even use the "Immortal Elder’s" technique to induce Mr. Xue to celebrate his life early, and yet when the real ancestral dream appeared, Mr. Xue’s first reaction was disbelief.
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