Merchant of the Underworld

I smiled lightly and said, "It's ghost blood."

The brother's face turned pale with fright: "Ghost blood? This is the first time I've heard that ghosts also have blood."

"You will know tonight..."

After saying that, I handed the sword to the brother: "Now follow my instructions, soak this samurai sword in urine for an hour, then wipe it clean and put it back in the execution ground of the King of Hell. I have to find out the origin of this thing!" "

Li Mazi asked with a smile: "Brother, I see you look relaxed, are you confident?"

I shook my head: "I'm not very sure, but I believe that this sword is not a very dangerous thing. Because the most dangerous swords in ancient times would drink blood, like the ancestral sword of the green-faced beast Yang Zhi in "Water Margin". The ability to kill people without seeing blood is actually not about killing people without blood stains, but the fact that the sword itself drinks the blood. But this knife does not drink blood, so it must not be too troublesome..."

Both brothers and Li Mazi breathed a sigh of relief.

I asked my brother to prepare three sets of police uniforms for me, preferably those worn by the police, as well as some realgar and spirits.

What is the use of asking my brother for these things? I said don't worry so much, just get it.

Because the moment I saw the katana, a plan was gradually brewing in my mind.

Get your brothers ready immediately. He came back in less than two hours and brought three sets of police uniforms. It turned out that he happened to know a friend who worked at the police station and borrowed them after saying hello.

At night, the village was particularly lively because everyone knew that the village chief had invited a master to perform salvation on the corpse of the contractor.

I walked out of the villa and took a closer look to see who was coming.

Looking at it like this, I was stunned. The person who came turned out to be a Taoist priest wearing a yellow Taoist robe. However, this Taoist priest seemed a bit unorthodox. Although the equipment was very good, including a mahogany sword and a Bagua mirror.

But the beard on his face was obviously sticking up, and he still had a beer belly, and he burped after walking a few steps.

If you can cultivate your skills like this, that's a damn thing.

However, the village chief treated the Taoist priest respectfully. Even if the Taoist priest farts, the village chief will listen to it as an edict.

Li Mazi asked me if this guy wanted to defraud the things in the execution ground of the King of Hell, right? He felt that as long as the Taoist leader gave the order, the village chief would definitely give up everything.

I smiled and said, "Don't worry! There will be a good show later."

The Taoist priest quickly set up the altar, grabbed the mahogany sword and jumped up and down like a monkey.

Just seeing him make Taoist handprints look like orchid fingers made me a little funny. This guy probably has no skills at all and is just cheating money from the surrounding towns.

After dancing for a while, the Taoist priest suddenly stopped and said, "How dare you, you evildoer, to harm the people in the countryside! Let's see how the poor Taoist deals with you."

After that, he jumped into the big pit of the King of Hell's execution ground, and it took him a while to climb up. He looked exhausted, and he was still holding the katana in his hand that I made my brother soak in urine.

"The culprit has been found." The Taoist priest threw the samurai sword to the ground: "It's all the evil spirit attached to this sword that is causing trouble! The evil spirit used to be a butcher, but when he was killing pigs, he accidentally fell into the big pond. He was scalded to death in the pot, so he was looking for a substitute everywhere. Don't worry, Pindao has beaten him to death."

The villagers immediately cheered, and the village chief even ran up to say good things and put money into the Taoist priest's hands.

But the Taoist priest waved his hand: "Money is like dirt to the poor Taoist. If you folks really want to thank me, you can give me all the things in the execution ground of the King of Hell, so that the poor Taoist can slowly save these undead souls." .”

The village chief nodded immediately and said no problem.

Li Mazi was nervous for a while, pinched my arm, and shouted: If the things really fall into the hands of others, wouldn't our trip be in vain?

I told Li Mazi not to worry, the Taoist priest couldn't take anything away.

Li Mazi was very doubtful about my words, but seeing how confident I was, he didn't say much and just looked at the execution ground of the King of Hell with stern eyes.

Just when the villagers were about to go down, carry out the things from the King of Hell's execution ground, and give them to the Taoist priest, I clearly saw the Taoist priest trembling all over, and his expression gradually became painful.

It was so painful in the end that my teeth chattered.

The village chief was very curious and immediately asked what happened to the priest?

The Taoist priest didn't say a word. He just tilted his head and looked at the samurai sword on the ground with a faint look. His expression was exactly the same as that of the contractor hanging on the iron hook.

Finally, he even bent down and held the katana high.

The village chief was even more surprised and patted the Taoist priest on the shoulder: "Master, are you doing this again?"

The Taoist priest suddenly raised his head and showed a strange smile towards the village chief.

A hoarse voice popped out of his throat. The voice was completely unlike the voice of the Taoist priest himself: "Baga!"

Afterwards, the Taoist priest raised his knife and struck at the village chief.

The village chief was so shocked that he rolled over in fear, but the Taoist priest refused to let go, still holding the samurai sword and shouting words that we couldn't understand from time to time. But I have already guessed that it should be Japanese.

The villagers were also dumbfounded. They did not expect that the aloof master would turn out like this. Three or four young people immediately went up to start a fight.

However, the Taoist priest seemed to be suffering from heart failure. He was so powerful that even three or four people could not suppress him.

In just a few moments, he had slashed several people. Screams erupted from the scene and the villagers fled in all directions.

Li Mazi immediately became happy: "Brother Zhang, are you really amazing? This is the show you want me to watch, right? How did you expect this scene?"

I smiled and said, "Can you not be angry if I soak you in urine for an hour?"

I was worried that things would get serious and someone would die, so I immediately sent a text message to my brother: "Ask him to find a way to sprinkle realgar powder on the knife."

The brother immediately led a few people to temporarily hold the Taoist priest down, and then sprinkled a whole pack of realgar on the samurai sword.

The Taoist priest gradually stopped struggling, fell to the ground and began to foam.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the village chief immediately lifted up the Taoist priest and left in despair.

I breathed a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

After everyone had left, my brother came over sweating profusely and asked me what should I do next? After experiencing the incident just now, he finally understood that there are people outside the mountains and people outside the mountains.

I smiled and put out the cigarette butt: "Let's go, it's time for us to take action!"

After that, I quickly put on the police uniforms and asked Brother Ba and Li Mazi to put them on as well.

Although the two of them couldn't figure out what I was going to do, they still did it.

I picked up the samurai sword and said coldly: "This sword is a real piece of Japanese craftsmanship, but Japan has surrendered for decades. How could their sword be left behind in China?"

Li Mazi and Brother Ba looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't know how to explain.

I sighed: "Forget it, let's send this knife back to Japan another day and let it return to its hometown! This season, the cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji must be in full bloom."

After saying that, I wiped off the realgar on the knife, wrapped the knife with a piece of cloth, and took the two of them home.

When we got home, Li Mazi and his brother stared at me blankly without saying a word.

I carefully placed the samurai sword on the coffee table and then said, "You must have many questions to ask along the way, right?"

Li Mazi nodded and said: "Not only are there many questions, my brain is short-circuited now. Brother, don't be too pretentious, tell us the origin of this knife, and what happened to Japan's surrender?"

I smiled and nodded.

In fact, this sword is not an ordinary samurai sword.

It is a knife specially used by Japanese soldiers to commit seppuku. People in the industry call it the Snake Yu Dao.

The reason why I judged that this knife was used to commit seppuku was precisely because of the wisp of blood on the tip of the knife.