With the release of the Wu Chang spell, the Black Underworld Ghost King was instantly turned to ashes by the talismanic power in my hand.
Black mist billowed, and within a ten-meter radius, not a single specter survived.
At least dozens of specters were instantly killed.
The terrifying residual energy was still reverberating around…
The surrounding specters were also trembling with fear.
Under the lingering power of Wu Chang, no one dared to approach for a time.
Seeing this scene from inside the car, Chu Yue and the others were all stunned, their mouths wide open in disbelief.
Encountering ghosts had already redefined the world for several of them.
Now, witnessing me unleash such terrifying and powerful energy left them speechless.
“Daoist Master Qin, you’re so… so powerful!”
“My goodness! Are there really cultivators in this world…”
“…”
Amidst the shock, I couldn’t afford to linger and rushed towards my master.
“Master!”
I called out anxiously.
I quickly reached my master’s side.
But as I arrived before him.
I found many scattered black straw fragments left on the ground.
Piece by piece, they were everywhere.
Seeing these broken straw pieces, I couldn’t help but frown.
A sense of unease crept in.
Because in my experiences these past few days, the demon Daoist Miao Nanzi had a penchant for using straw to grow ghosts.
My heart grew restless.
But at this moment, my concern was for my master’s condition.
With no time for further thought, I reached my master:
“Master, Master…” kuAiδugg
I called out anxiously, pressing my hand against the wound on his chest.
Several bloodstains, with blood continuously seeping out.
It looked very serious.
My master coughed violently, “Cough, cough, cough…”
“Master, Master is fine…”
My master spoke stubbornly.
Despite such severe injuries and persistent coughing.
My master could still manage a smile, truly a man of fortitude.
“Master, don’t move, let me bandage you first.”
As I spoke, I took out a roll of gauze from the treasure pouch at my waist.
Preparing to give my master a simple, preliminary treatment for his wounds.
My master nodded at this.
Simultaneously, he took out his pipe from his clothes.
Seeing my master take out his pipe, I frowned:
“Master, you’re coughing so badly, and you’re still smoking?”
“To stop coughing, to stop coughing!”
As he spoke, my master took out a small pouch.
He gestured for me to pack the pipe for him.
I was a little confused, but I took the small pouch.
It was very small, and I quickly opened it.
Amidst my master’s coughing, I saw what was inside the pouch.
It was ashes, like flour…
“Ashes?”
I exclaimed in surprise.
My master nodded:
“Cat ashes, cough, cough, hurry and pack the pipe…”
Cat ashes can stop coughing?
I was somewhat astonished.
But I didn’t ask further at this moment.
Because I noticed that the specters around us, no longer suppressed by the Wu Chang spell.
Were beginning to stir restlessly again.
I quickly mixed these ashes with tobacco leaves and packed the pipe for my master.
My master’s coughing continued to echo.
It felt as if he could stop breathing at any moment.
Soon, I finished packing the pipe for my master and lit it for him.
My master eagerly put it to his lips and took a deep puff.
It was strange, after the ashes and tobacco burned, there was a faint fragrance.
That fragrance was something I often smelled in the shop.
I had always assumed my master was burning some kind of sandalwood in his room to get rid of the smell.
After all, the shop was filled with the scent of incense, candles, and spirit money.
And now, I finally understood.
It turned out my master had been using ashes to treat his cough all along…
After several deep puffs, my master’s condition clearly improved.
His complexion also relaxed considerably.
“Master, how do you feel now?”
“Mm, much better.”
Hearing this, I also breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing my relief, my master himself let out a long sigh:
“It’s all my fault, making you use the Wu Chang spell.”
Seeing a hint of self-reproach in my master’s expression, I shook my head:
“It’s nothing, Master. Just the Wu Chang spell.
That ghost king was killed by us, now we have a better chance to escape!”
After speaking, I glanced at the time.
I noticed only a little over ten minutes remained until 9:30.
My master grunted and stood up again.
“Alright, let’s break out now!”
My master also said.
But who knew, as soon as my master finished speaking.
A cold voice interrupted us once more.
“Hmph, you killed this king, and you still want to leave? No way.”
Hearing this, my master and I both grimaced.
We looked around.
In the ghost horde not far away, another wave of black mist condensed.
The next second, the Black Underworld Ghost King reappeared.
“You… you’re not dead yet?”
My master exclaimed in surprise.
The vengeful spirit let out a hearty laugh:
“How could this king be so easily killed?”
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
Then, a peculiar scene unfolded.
The scattered straw fragments lying not far in front of us, at that moment, flew towards him with a “whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”
As soon as they approached, they merged into various parts of the vengeful spirit’s body.
Under the spirit’s skin, neat rows of straw stalks began to appear…
It was only then that we clearly saw.
This vengeful spirit was no ordinary specter.
It was actually a scarecrow, possessing one or more scarecrow bodies.
Although I had harbored some bad suspicions earlier.
Now that they were confirmed, I was quite shocked.
My master was even more astonished, exclaiming directly:
“Southern border’s Undead Grass…”