Merchant of the Underworld

The one-armed dragon was obviously afraid of the initial explosive power of the Holy Mother's Staff, and hurriedly dodged to the side. And I didn't want to hurt him right away, so I continued to let the Holy Mother's Staff confront him.

Because I had to keep shaking the bell to prevent me from being confused by the dirty things in the water, I was a little distracted while reciting the incantation, causing the red light of the Holy Mother's Staff to flicker in and out!

However, the black mist on the ghost hand knife was sometimes stronger and sometimes weaker. Apparently, the one-armed dragon also allocated part of its energy to deal with the bewitchment of the lonely ghost.

At first, I confidently wanted to drain all his energy here. Unexpectedly, after a while, before he made much of a reaction, my vision suddenly went dark and I almost fell to my knees.

I forcibly braced myself to stand firm, and then my brain started to spin rapidly. My previous thoughts were definitely correct. It turned out that the essence of the one-armed dragon had been damaged, but why couldn't I hold on in the first place?

Suddenly, a chill came from the soles of my feet and spread throughout my body almost instantly. I couldn't help but shiver.

Because his upper and lower teeth were fighting, he couldn't pronounce any spells at all. The staff of the Holy Mother gradually fell behind, and the one-armed dragon also wanted to end the battle quickly. He rushed towards me with all his might, his speed instantly became much faster.

"boom!"

The Madonna's Staff was forced to retreat, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound.

My body felt as if it had been hit by a running rhinoceros. I flew several meters backwards and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Only then did I realize that the reason why my eyes were black was because I had bitten the tip of my tongue and used the blood!

Almost all magical weapons with yang energy can be empowered by blood essence, so many people in our profession will bite the tip of their tongues in desperation.

Naihe Bridge itself is an extremely cold place. In order to prevent being confused by Yin spirits and being invaded by Yin energy, wounds all over the body should be covered tightly.

But I accidentally bit the tip of my tongue, exposing the blood and essence in my body that contained the most yang energy. I was lucky that those lonely ghosts didn't absorb all my yang energy right away!

At this time, the Ghost Hand Sword had already rushed over, and I knew that if I continued to carry it, I would die of exhaustion due to the loss of Yang Qi without the one-armed dragon taking action.

The plan to consume his essence through the Naihe Bridge failed. I had to use my remaining thoughts to control the invisible needle to temporarily block the ghost hand. I picked up the Holy Mother's Staff and jumped off the Naihe Bridge in embarrassment.

There were several ghosts in the middle who had climbed onto the bridge and stretched out their long arms to catch me. Fortunately, I had a fantasy bell tied to my arm, so I didn't get hit.

After coming off the Naihe Bridge, the pressure on my body suddenly disappeared, and my physical strength also recovered a lot.

I knew that the physical strength of the one-armed dragon would recover accordingly after it came down, so I didn’t take back the invisible needle immediately. Instead, I let it wrap around the ghost hand on the bridge. I randomly picked a direction and plunged in. I ran all the way until I confirmed that the one-armed dragon was there. The dragon couldn't find him at once and then took back the invisible needle.

Sure enough, the invisible needle had gotten rid of the one-armed dragon, and I followed its instructions and ran towards the trading village.

Even though I knew I wouldn't be his opponent if I went back, subconsciously I felt that the trading village was very solid, probably because the man in the T-shirt and the white-browed Zen master were there, even though they had lost their fighting ability.

Originally, I wanted to take the opportunity to go back to the inn before the one-armed dragon caught up with me and take a look at the man in the T-shirt and the white-browed Zen master. But what I didn’t expect was that as soon as I entered the village, the roar of the one-armed dragon came from behind me: “Go to hell. Bar!"

I turned around in shock and found that he had returned to his physical body and was coming towards me holding the ghost hand.

It seems that he didn't chase me before, but was just looking for his own body.

The ghost hand hadn't even arrived yet, but it had already brought a strong murderous aura. At this time, there was a sharp sting on my face. When I reached out and touched it, I found that my skin had been scratched by the wind of the knife.

"Oh shit."

I cursed silently, rolled on the ground in a hurry, and continued running towards the inn.

A casual blow from a knife can leave a gash on my face, so how can I hit him?

Just when I was racking my brains to think of a solution, there was a violent sound in front of me. When I looked up, I saw that those demons, ghosts and living people participating in the ghost market were rushing towards us like a tide, and they surrounded us in the blink of an eye. The water is blocked.

They cheered and jumped for joy, forming a big circle around us, looking at the one-armed dragon expectantly.

I know that in their eyes I have failed. But as long as those ghost market bosses don’t announce the results of the competition, I still have a chance!

The road leading to the inn has been blocked. Although there is only 180 meters left, I can't go back! The one-armed dragon seemed to enjoy the feeling of being in the spotlight. He smiled frequently and nodded to the ghosts cheering for him around him, without looking at me at all.

After a while, his face straightened, he held up the ghost hand knife and said jokingly: "Young man, you actually want to fight me on Naihe Bridge. I tell you clearly, even if you have no wounds, you still can't fight me. . If I were you, I would have committed suicide long ago! How could I live so shamelessly like you!"

After saying that, he threw his head back and laughed, and the ghosts around him pointed at me with disdain on their faces.

I should have died a long time ago?

I repeated his words in a strange way, and then my heart suddenly became depressed. I thought of the T-shirt man, Senior Rat, Grandpa, and all the people who had helped me.

They all stood in front of me, pointed at their noses and cursed: You are a coward, you don't deserve to live in this world, coward!

"Okay, then I'll die, I'll die!"

I didn't expect that I would be in such a bad situation. Everyone I care about is waiting for me to save me, but there is nothing I can do.

With tears streaming down my face, I casually pulled out the Emei thorn from my waist, aimed it at my throat and prepared to stab it.

But I deliberately kept the speed very slow. I wanted to see clearly how each of their expressions changed before they died.

I want to know what kind of pleasure these people who are looking forward to my death will feel when my blood spurts out?

Just when I was about to stab into the neck, Li Mazi's voice suddenly came from behind: Brother Zhang, stop quickly.

I turned my head blankly, and at a glance I saw Li Mazi anxiously squeezing out of the crowd, running over, grabbing the Emei thorn from my hand and throwing it to the ground. Then he slapped me in the face with his backhand and yelled: "Are you fucking stupid?"

After being awakened by this slap, the negative emotions in my mind slowly dissipated.

It seems that the one-armed dragon used ghost hands to trick me into committing suicide, which is why I felt so sad. If Li Mazi hadn't appeared in time, I would have cut my throat now.

Thinking of this, I was filled with rage. I gritted my teeth and was about to go up and fight the one-armed dragon. Li Mazi held me down and said you should rest first, then stood in front of me.

Only then did I realize that he came with my parasol, obviously he came prepared!

Li Mazi has only learned how to use a yin-yang umbrella after following me for so long, and the yin-yang umbrella is a magical weapon mainly used for defense, and is no match for the one-armed dragon.

Li Mazi jogged a few steps, opened the umbrella, and threw it directly over the ghost hand.

My eyes suddenly turned red when I saw this scene, and I cursed in my heart for being stupid.

Li Mazi must have known that the Yin-Yang Umbrella was useless without him, but he still made a desperate move and used the Umbrella God's Curse to maximize the power of the Yin-Yang Umbrella.

Obviously, he wanted to tell the one-armed dragon: If you dare to touch my friend, I will fight you to the death!

Driven by Li Mazi, the yin-yang umbrella emitted a black and white Tai Chi aperture, quickly rotating to tightly cover the ghost hand below, and the black mist above the ghost hand quickly disappeared.

The one-armed dragon obviously didn't expect Li Mazi to be so powerful, and he was a little nervous and wanted to take back his ghost hand.

But Li Mazi tried his best and only had this one move, how could he let it run away? He immediately sped up his speaking speed.

After several battles, the yin-yang umbrella still tightly covered the ghost hand. The one-armed dragon stared at Li Mazi with blood-red eyes, and even gave up the ghost hand and punched Li Mazi directly in the stomach.

When Li Mazi saw this, he advanced instead of retreating, as if he wanted to fight him desperately.

"don't want…"

I yelled with all my strength. Li Mazi was stunned after hearing this and wanted to run away but it was too late. The one-armed dragon punched him in the stomach, and Li Mazi's body flew backwards. After landing, his whole body twitched and he vomited blood.

Even so, he still looked at me as if he was saying something.

I hurried over and sealed his vital points with my fingers, and said tremblingly: "Mazi, hold on, you must hold on!"

Under the suppression of the accusation, Li Mazi's body twitched much less. He said in a weak and unclear voice: "Brother Zhang, brother, you... you can't lose..."

Before Li Mazi could finish speaking, the one-armed dragon struck at me with its ghost hand.

Without the spell-driven umbrella, it lay quietly on the ground and turned into an ordinary iron umbrella.

"I will fight with you!"

I yelled, blocked the slashing ghost hand with my Emei thorn, and at the same time kicked the one-armed dragon in the crotch.

He didn't expect that I would attack him from three directions, so he quickly stepped aside.

I took the opportunity to throw the invisible needle and stab him between the eyebrows, but the one-armed dragon threw the ghost hand towards me with his backhand. I subconsciously avoided it, but the invisible needle missed its target and hit the innocent kid next to me. It screamed and turned into ashes as soon as it passed.

"this!"

I was stunned for a moment. This kid just came to join in the fun, but he was accidentally killed by me.

Just when I was stunned, the one-armed dragon actually kicked me from behind, kicking me until I was bitten!

I had no dick in my hand and tried hard to stand up. As soon as I stood up, he punched me in the stomach and fell to the ground again.

In the cycle of getting up and being knocked down, I felt that all the strength in my body was being drained.

The one-armed dragon simply put his ghost hand on the ground and said mockingly: "I'll give you one hand. If you can, just stand up."

As a result... I was kicked down by him again and again.

Even though he stopped bewitching me with his ghostly hands, I still felt like a coward!