Ghost Fight 010

Ah Zhen had originally stopped, but after a moment, he started moving again, still looking as if he were starving.

Ah Zhen's family looked at the master: "Master, what, what is going on..."

A trace of panic flashed across the fake master's face. He had originally thought this was just a madman, but he didn't expect that they had actually provoked something real.

His eyes darted around, "It's fine, after taking my pill, he will be cured by tomorrow! Right now, it's just a dying struggle!" As he spoke, something else appeared in his hand. "Give him some of this, and this ghost will have its soul shattered today!"

Ah Zhen's family didn't understand. Panicked, they could only do as the master said.

And the originally frantic Ah Zhen also revealed a terrified expression upon seeing the object in the master's hand.

"Stop!"

A voice rang out. The fake master turned around in confusion and saw a young man with a young servant stepping out of the crowd.

"There's no problem with using cinnabar to cure evil, but if he eats the damn cinnabar, the ghost will run away, but the person will be gone too!"

"You, what nonsense are you sprouting! Where did this arrogant youngster come from! This is an evil-warding medicinal powder!"

"Medicine my foot! It's one thing if you just want to swindle some money, but feeding someone cinnabar? I wouldn't even think of such a ruthless method against my enemies!"

Fang Zhiyi's words made the onlookers freeze.

"Cinnabar is poisonous?"

"Right, right, cinnabar is poisonous."

"This master is feeding Ah Zhen cinnabar, could it be that he wants to poison Ah Zhen to death?"

"Nonsense, that's for warding off evil!"

"Didn't you hear the master say it's an evil-warding medicinal powder?"

Fang Zhiyi's face darkened. He originally didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, but he also couldn't remain indifferent. Little Hei was jumping up and down on the side, "Get him! This old geezer is quite ruthless. Before, when he was exorcising evil and treating illnesses, he forcefully drowned two baby girls!"

"Young man, you should leave quickly, don't delay the master!" The old woman anxiously controlled her son. At this time, Ah Zhen was still struggling.

"Ignorant child, to actually question this Heavenly Master!" The master also gradually calmed down.

"Heavenly Master my ass!" Fang Zhiyi suddenly reached out and grabbed his clothes. Without any nonsense, he raised his hand and delivered two slaps, making the fake master's brain buzz.

The scene quieted down, and even the manic Ah Zhen stared intently at Fang Zhiyi's hand.

"It's one thing to scheme for money, but to actually commit murder, are you crazy?" Fang Zhiyi threw two more punches, and the master lay directly on the ground.

"Master! You, what are you doing!" Ah Zhen's old mother was shocked. Seeing the master who could save her son lying flat on the ground, she bared her fangs and brandished her claws, wanting to fight Fang Zhiyi desperately.

Fang Zhiyi twisted his body to dodge. He casually picked up a talisman paper, crumpled it into a ball, and shoved it into Ah Zhen's mouth before he could react.

Immediately after, Ah Zhen's entire body began to tremble violently.

"You, what did you feed him!" Ah Zhen's wife cried out in panic.

Fang Zhiyi didn't reply. He just quietly watched Ah Zhen's eyes gradually roll back. After a moment, he suddenly stepped forward and hugged Ah Zhen's body from behind.

"What else are you going to do! Let go of my son!" Ah Zhen's old mother was going crazy.

"If you want to watch your son die, then come."

This sentence made the old woman freeze in place. Then, everyone watched as Fang Zhiyi pulled Ah Zhen up from the chair and continuously squeezed his round belly with his hands.

In just a moment, Ah Zhen, whose eyes had rolled back, suddenly let out a cry.

Fang Zhiyi immediately put him down. Ah Zhen bent over and started vomiting, and a foul stench filled the entire courtyard.

"Ah Zhen! Ah Zhen!" His mother stepped forward to help pat Ah Zhen's back. But when she looked down, the old woman was a bit stunned. She didn't know if Fang Zhiyi did it on purpose, but the direction in which he had put Ah Zhen down was directly facing the unconscious master.

Now, the master's situation was a bit hard to describe.

The strong stench woke the master up. He abruptly opened his eyes, "You little brat..."

He opened his mouth to curse, and Ah Zhen just happened to open his mouth to vomit.

"Eww..." Everyone shrank their necks at the same time. This was a bit too disgusting.

"Ah!!!!!!!!! Blegh, blegh!!"

Fang Zhiyi ignored the two vomiting people. Instead, he turned his head and took out a talisman, "Stick this talisman on the door, and it can ensure that evil spirits do not enter your home."

Ah Zhen's wife shifted her gaze from her husband to look at Fang Zhiyi. She hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it, "Thank you... Young Master?"

"My master is a Daoist priest! Much more powerful than that fake one!" Xiaobai provided a timely assist.

"Thank you, Little Daoist Priest?"

Fang Zhiyi straightened his back slightly, "You're welcome."

"Bastard! You bastard! My newly made clothes! Blegh!" The fake master also recovered at this time. He was covered in filth, and Fang Zhiyi took a step back in disgust.

"Having offended me, I will definitely curse you to death!" The fake master cursed, forcefully suppressing his nausea.

Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, "Just you? A fake Daoist?"

"Who are you calling a fake Daoist!"

"Calling you."

The fake master was exceptionally furious, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt extremely nauseous.

Fang Zhiyi stared into his eyes, "By the way, I know how to tell fortunes."

"You..."

"You won't survive past the third watch tonight."

"Bullshit!"

"My fortune-telling is very accurate."

The fake master laughed out of extreme anger, "Good, good, good. If I am still alive tomorrow, what then?"

"I will be at your disposal."

"Fine! You all heard it! This ignorant youngster said it himself!" The fake master shouted. Behind him, the sound of Ah Zhen vomiting came again, almost making him throw up again. He headed straight for the door, and the onlookers hurriedly made way.

"You just wait! Just wait!"

Fang Zhiyi spread his hands and looked at Ah Zhen. He had finally finished vomiting, and his round belly had deflated. At this time, he weakly looked around, evidently having regained his senses.

"No need to thank me. I live in the west of the town. You don't need to make a special trip to my door to thank me, and you don't need to help promote me. None of that is necessary." Fang Zhiyi said as he left stylishly.

"Master Daoist, your words don't sound like you don't want people to thank you."

"Shut up."

Fang Zhiyi searched around but couldn't find the starved ghost that had escaped. After all, in broad daylight, ghosts and spirits hardly ever appeared. By comparison, monsters like Xiaobai had quite an advantage.

"Master Daoist, do you really know how to tell fortunes?"

"Tell fortunes my foot. Tuck your tail back in, don't let anyone see it."

Xiaobai's tail always unconsciously popped out. This couldn't be helped. Only after going through a proper spirit-conferring ritual could it make its tail disappear entirely.

"Then why did you make a bet with that fake master?" Xiaobai suddenly paused. "Master Daoist, you aren't planning to run away overnight, are you?"

Fang Zhiyi looked at him speechlessly, "Am I that kind of person?"

Xiaobai nodded and then shook his head, but his eyes were full of doubt. After spending these past few days together, the impression Fang Zhiyi gave him was exactly the kind of person who might run away at any moment.