"Hurry up and pour the blood from the bottle onto the tip of the pen!" Zhongli said quickly.

Chu Fan quickly took the bottle and uncorked it, and a few drops of crystal clear red liquid immediately fell on the bristles of the pen.

In an instant, the entire brush shone brightly and did not look like an ordinary thing.

Zhongli raised his pen and danced on the surface of the oil lamp.

Emil, who had turned into a monster, immediately sensed the danger and struggled desperately in the lamp.

The oil lamp swayed in Zhong Lifei's hand, but he remained unmoved and wrote line after line of text calmly.

When Zhong Lifei finished writing the last word, Emil stopped struggling and howled like a beast: "Asshole, what did you do to me?"

Zhong Lifei said coldly: "This is a forbidden spell written with divine blood, which is enough to trap you in a lamp and never come out!"

"Damn it! You liar!"

Emil struggled again, but every time he struggled, he was rewarded with a huge sense of oppression, which firmly restricted his movements.

Zhong Lifei turned to Chu Fan and said with a playful smile: "Disciple, pick up some dry firewood and let's roast this guy to death slowly!"

Chu Fan stood still and said in surprise: "Didn't Master say before that there are no gods in the world? Where does this divine blood come from?"

"What I said is that there are no gods now, does not mean there were no gods before."

Zhongli Fei continued: "Don't underestimate these drops of divine blood preserved from ancient times. I spent a lot of money to get them."

Chu Fan was even more confused. How could anyone who practiced martial arts have the ability to write powerful spells? Only those who cultivated immortals had this ability.

He couldn't help but ask again: "Master, when did you learn to draw talisman and recite mantras?"

"Ah, well..."

Zhong Lifei blinked and said slyly: "This is something I learned from a charlatan when I was young. In fact, it doesn't have much effect. It relies entirely on the divine blood to exert its power. The spell is just a superficial form."

This explanation obviously did not convince Chu Fan. Every disciple of the Xuanwu Sect knew that Zhong Lifei was telling lies.

He wanted to ask again, but Zhong Lifei's face turned dark and he said, "Go find some dry wood to start a fire. You will be fully responsible if this thing escapes!"

"Spare me, I don't want to die!" Emil shouted urgently.

Zhongli Fei said coldly: "Humph, let me spare you so that you can continue to harm others?"

"I have a peaceful temperament and have never harmed anyone in my life. Buddhism values ​​compassion. You can't treat me like this!"

"How dare you lie! Besides, I'm not a monk either!"

"Why did you lie to me? Otherwise, why would I hide in the lamp in grievance?"

"Hey, that's right!"

Zhong Lifei touched his chin and said in surprise: "You, a decadent and degenerate race, have always respected the strong and are naturally fond of killing and fighting. But you did the opposite and hid in this broken lamp. What is your conspiracy?

"

"I have no conspiracy, just to protect myself."

"Oh, really?"

"I neither want to fight with others nor hate the smell of blood. In the eyes of my fellow tribesmen, I am a freak and an alien. Since I was born into this world, I have been hiding here and there like a lonely ghost..."

"Enough!"

Just as Emil was about to speak, Zhong Lifei suddenly interrupted and said impatiently: "I'm not interested in hearing the story. I just want to know the reason why you are hiding in the lamp!"

Emil said: "When I was wandering in the Kingdom of Kangju, I heard a storyteller tell the story of the djinn, so I came up with this method to hide my identity to avoid being hunted by my fellow tribesmen."

"Haha, I guessed it right!"

Zhong Lifei laughed and said: "You are a fake god, you have no ability to fulfill people's wishes."

Emil sighed and said: "You're right, every time the lantern holder makes a wish, I will use various excuses to get through, and we have lived in peace for hundreds of years until I met you two."

"Hey, I am the ancestor of a liar. If you meet me, you will be in trouble for eight lifetimes!"

Zhong Lifei smiled evilly and said, "So, you are useless. It is unnecessary to keep you. You can be burned to death!"

"No!"

Emil screamed in horror: "I, I am proficient in medical skills... I can cure any difficult and complicated diseases."

"Today, even if you are Hua Tuo, you will never escape death!" Zhong Lifei continued to threaten.

Chu Fan, who had been in a daze, suddenly interrupted and said: "Master, don't kill him yet, it may be of some use to us."

Zhong Lifei said reluctantly: "Huh, I was defrauded of a lot of money by a doctor in the past, and I have to take it out on him today!"

"Master, Mr. Wang is seriously ill. Why not let this fake man treat him? This can be regarded as atonement for his sins."

"Yes, why didn't I think of this?"

Zhongli Fei changed his mind and said to Emil: "I will spare your life for the time being. I will take you back to the village to treat people later. You must behave well for me, otherwise you will die ugly!"

Emil nodded in agreement repeatedly and swore that he would never lie to anyone.

The master and apprentice were about to return home when Zhong Lifei suddenly had an idea.

He smiled and said to Chu Fan: "Disciple, go call some villagers outside the village to come in and have a look."

"All the robbers are dead, why did you ask them to come up?"

"Hey, wouldn't it be a pity not to let them witness such a big scene with their own eyes?" Zhong Lifei laughed evilly again.

Chu Fan understood immediately and said disdainfully: "You want to pretend to take the credit?"

"The murderer doesn't have the guts to testify anyway, so why don't we take advantage of it."

Chu Fan almost vomited blood after hearing this. Many curse words kept pouring out of his heart, but he did not dare to say them out.

He could not disobey his master's order, so he had to go out to the village to find those villagers.

When Chu Fan led the villagers into the village, his eyelids jumped in fear and his legs trembled.

He saw Zhong Lifei writing a line of bright characters on the door of Juyi Hall: Zhong Lifei of Xuanwu Gate is the one who walks the path for heaven!

Damn, Master, you are too shameless and unreliable!

Chu Fan couldn't understand that Zhong Lifei, who had always been scheming, would actually make a very stupid mistake just to show off for a moment!

To reveal one's identity so blatantly is tantamount to irritating the murderer.

What if he can't stand this stimulation and secretly retaliates against us? How should we deal with it then?

Suddenly, Chu Fan fell into deep thought.

When the uninformed villagers saw this bloody scene, they were shocked and said, "Master Zhongli, have you killed all the bandits in Black Wind Village?"

Zhong Lifei pretended to sigh: "Oh, it took me so long to deal with a few thieves. It seems that I haven't practiced martial arts for a long time, and I have regressed a lot."

Later, he said a lot of boastful words without blushing or heartbeat, but Chu Fan didn't hear a word clearly.

All he knew was that after returning to the village, the villagers treated them as great heroes, and even the little girls who had previously been prejudiced against him hung around him and showed their courtesy from time to time.

As expected, the master cheated the village chief into having a sumptuous dinner that night.

Zhongli flew to Old Man Wang's home after having had enough wine and food, and was burping.

After explaining the purpose of their visit, the grandfather and grandson were immediately shocked.

Surprised, Old Man Wang and Xiaohua pinned their hopes on the master and apprentice. Even Chu Fan couldn't bear to look at the expressions of ardent hope.

Zhong Lifei smiled slightly, took off his baggage, and handed the oil lamp to Old Man Wang.

Chu Fan knew that the master was about to do something serious, so he quickly closed the door to prevent anyone from peeping and discovering the secret.

"Please, it's your turn to show off your skills."

Zhong Lifei's tone became somewhat polite, and he motioned to Xiao Hua to bring a basin of water.

"No problem." As soon as Emil responded, Old Man Wang and his family were frightened.

"There's a ghost!"

Suddenly hearing human voices coming from the lamp, Old Wang was startled on the spot. If Zhong Lifei hadn't caught the falling oil lamp in time, it would have almost fallen to the ground and been smashed to pieces.

"Don't worry, this is the miracle doctor I specially hired to treat you."

Zhong Lifei looked cheerful and took out the writing brush on which the talisman was written.

After the pen tip was wetted in the basin, he drew a strange seal around the lamp mouth.

After a while, traces of black gas floated out from the mouth of the lamp. They did not escape everywhere, but condensed and formed.

The image that finally appeared was neither a tall blue giant nor Emil's true appearance, but a half-foot-tall dwarf with white hair and a childish face.

Emil didn't brag, he just stretched out his index finger and pressed on Mr. Wang's head a few times, and then told the cause: "Juetuo syndrome."

"Not bad."

Seeing that Emil's diagnosis was accurate, Zhong Lifei showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Emil then prescribed the medicine, but Old Man Wang did not feel relieved after reading the medicinal materials listed on the list.

On the contrary, there is still some worry on the face.
To be continued...