Chapter 2 The Black Evil General, Painted Skin Ghost
"The demon in human skin is probably a ghost with painted skin..."
After listening to Mrs. Zhang's words, Han Xiangzi also understood the details of this monster.
This painted ghost is an ordinary ghost.
But she likes to peel off people's skin, pretend to be a beautiful woman to seduce others, and do some evil things.
Such behavior is considered an evil spirit.
Han Xiangzi didn't know what was going on with Na Changwen, so after thinking about it, he asked Mrs. Zhang to take him to have a look so that he could get the right medicine.
Mrs. Zhang readily agreed to this.
Immediately led Han Xiangzi to the one-bedroom apartment in the inner house.
As soon as he walked to the door, Han Xiangzi felt a golden light flash before his eyes.
Looking up, I saw a yellow paper talisman drawn with a cinnabar pen on the door.
"It's actually a black evil talisman. It seems that Master Zeng is quite good at teaching..."
Han Xiangzi saw through the origin of this talisman at a glance and was slightly shocked.
Black Evil Talisman, among which Black Evil refers to the Black Evil Grand Marshal, who is also one of the Four Extremes under Emperor Ziwei, the True Monarch Yisheng Baode.
This great god has the ability to capture powerful demons, chase meteors with light, shine brightly on the sun and moon, and amaze the universe.
One can imagine how powerful the black evil talisman is?
No wonder Painted Skin Ghost has disappeared from sight in the past two days.
With this talisman, once this ghost comes and is covered, the heart will burn, the eyes will burn, and the pain will be unbearable.
After entering the house, Han Xiangzi came to the bed and saw Mrs. Zhang's eldest son Changwen.
Changwen has already passed out.
His eye sockets were sunken, his lips were chapped, his face was bloodless and pale, his body was emaciated, and he looked no different from a dead person.
"Alas..."
Seeing this, Han Xiangzi couldn't help but sigh.
This person's essence and blood have been sucked up by the Painted Skin Ghost.
The whole body is suspended by a breath of air.
It would be fine if that was all, but the important thing is that his heart is gone.
It must have been taken away by Painted Skin Ghost.
"Han... Daoist Master Han, is the dog hopeless?"
A sigh frightened Mrs. Zhang, and she asked sadly.
"The sun is already declining."
Han Xiangzi shook his head helplessly.
Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang felt her eyes go dark, the sky and the ground were dark all around, and it was almost difficult to stand still.
She trembled and looked at Han Xiangzi with a look of hope:
"Dao Zhang Han, is there really nothing you can do to save yourself?"
"It's hard to say there's no way back, but there's still a glimmer of hope."
Han Xiangzi had a look of intolerance on his face and was silent for a while before speaking.
"How to rescue me?"
"Find the ghost and let him give his heart back."
"However, old madam, don't have too much confidence. If your heart is eaten, I will be helpless."
Han Xiangzi said without thinking.
This painted-skinned ghost likes to dig out the heart and lungs and eat the bone marrow. I don’t know if it has eaten Zhang Changwen’s heart after it took it away?
If he eats it, Zhang Changwen will be completely hopeless.
"This...?!"
Mrs. Zhang was shocked and froze on the spot, her already sad face filled with despair.
Sitting slumped at the end of the bed, when she looked at Zhang Changwen again, Mrs. Zhang's cloudy eyes left a line of clear tears.
"Mrs. Zhang, this is an elixir refined by a poor Taoist. Turn it into water and feed it to Mr. Zhang."
"Pindao will be back before dawn tomorrow."
Handing Mrs. Zhang a cyan porcelain vase, Han Xiangzi confessed and left.
As soon as these words came out, Madam Zhang felt desolate in her heart.
"I hope Taoist Master Han can win back my son's heart and save the dog..."
No matter how hard Mrs. Zhang felt, she still managed to hold on.
She clasped her hands together, muttered words, and closed her eyes to pray.
Little did I know.
At this moment, a very faint golden light flew out of Mrs. Zhang's body, floating in the sky like a thread.
Finally, it fell on Han Xiangzi who left Zhang Mansion.
The next moment, in the soul of Han Xiangzi, a nine-leaf lotus swayed slightly, splashing out ripples. As the mist rose, the original rice-sized lotus seeds on the green lotus pod expanded several times, like a bean.
"There is a trace of wish in the nine-leaf treasure lotus. It seems that it will not be long before the lotus seeds mature."
Han Xiangzi felt happy when he noticed the subtle changes on the Nine-leaf Lotus.
When the soul travels to another world, this nine-leaf treasure lotus is his golden finger.
As we all know, the lotus is one of the symbols of Taoism.
Among the three crowns of Taoism, there is the jade clear lotus crown.
In Qiao Dao Sect, the throne of Taiyi, the Lord of Suffering, is a nine-color lotus platform.
Whenever a lotus seed matures and lands on the ground, Han Xiangzi can benefit from it.
Sometimes it’s a magic weapon, sometimes it’s a Taoist method, sometimes it’s an elixir...
The way to speed up the ripening of lotus seeds is not only to gather the power of wishes, but also to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. Sometimes it can also be used to slay demons...
This time, Mrs. Zhang sincerely prayed to Han Xiangzi to rescue Changwen, and the latter's wish naturally fell on him.
With his mind back, Han Xiangzi came to the crowded street.
Han Xiangzi had already guessed a little bit about the Painted Skin Ghost's whereabouts.
Mrs. Zhang said before that the Zhang family has an ancestral home in the west of Longshan County.
Zhang Changwen, the eldest son of Zhang, was targeted by Painted Skin Ghost not long after he moved to his ancestral home.
Looking at it this way, the ancestral home of the Zhang family is most likely the residence of the Painted Skin Ghost.
Therefore, Han Xiangzi must go find out.
……
Longshan County is not the capital of Pingchuan Prefecture, and the place is not large.
Han Xiangzi walked around several alleys on the street, stepped on the wet bluestone road, crossed the wooden bridge, and arrived at the west end of the city.
There is an old street at the west end of the city, which is not prosperous.
It is also close to mass graves and there are very few people living here.
Most of them are beggars.
These beggars go to the downtown area to beg during the day and return to the west end of the city to sleep at night.
The Zhang family's old house is easy to find.
After all, there are two powerful words "Zhang Zhai" on the lintel plaque, which is obvious.
As soon as Han Xiangzi came here, his expression became condensed.
His eyes were bright, and he used the Zhanqi technique to look around, and found that there was a strong evil spirit in this old house.
It seems that there are many evil spirits entrenched here.
"Come to life..."
Han Xiangzi thought to himself.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky, and found that the golden crow was falling in the west, and the sunset smudged the sky, spreading the afterglow all over the ground.
Estimating the time, it should be time to apply.
Han Xiang found a deserted place, made a secret, walked through the wall, and came to the Zhang family's old house.
As soon as he entered the old house, a dark wind suddenly roared and demonic clouds gathered.
There were sounds of howling ghosts and wolves everywhere, like ghosts whimpering.
Suddenly, the sky turned completely dark.
Fortunately, Han Xiangzi had some cultivation skills, otherwise ordinary people would have been so frightened that they would have panicked and fled.
"Where did the stinky Taoist priest dare to break into this place?"
"Be polite. Finally, we have a little Taoist priest with tender skin and tender flesh. Don't scare people away?"
"Little Taoist priest, this is not the place you should be, leave quickly!"
"..."
Han Xiangzi took a step forward and came to the courtyard.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the vegetation in the courtyard, like drums, and the sound of loud and strange voices could be heard all the time.
Chapter completed!