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I smiled. Why not? Is life more important or is an ancient broken sword more important?

"Zhong Xin!" He won't let us go. You don't know him yet! Actually, he … And Zhong Xin, the bottle in his hand. It's actually the souls of those four people. "

Fatty wanted me to hurry up and leave in case Old Wu went back on her word. After getting the sword, she wanted to eradicate us. However, I shook my head and looked at Fatty proudly, "Look, should I take advantage of him? Or should he take advantage of me?" He gestured to Fatty to look in the direction of Old Wu's head, and at that moment, Old Wu's head suddenly fell to the ground. Black air came out of her forehead, and her hands and feet trembled.

Fatty walked over to take a look and exclaimed, "Zhong Xin, what did you do to him?"

Heh heh, does he really think I'm that immature little kid from before? Don't you know anything? Do you really think that I will hand over the Zhong Kui Sword that I inherited from my ancestors to him for nothing? When I get old and even my head gets muddled, I can't be blamed for acting so viciously.

I said to Fatty, before I came to the roof of the hospital, I heard that Old Wu had captured him, so I made all sorts of preparations. Old Wu, the reason to catch Fatty was to revive the Zombie King, and he himself was thinking about my ancestor, Zhong Kui, that if I went to the hospital, Zhong Kui's sword would definitely be with him, and it would definitely be dangerous. I had already smeared the Golden Silkworm Gu poison on the sword hilt. As long as Old Wu touches it, he will definitely die, and I will only be fine because I have the help of my old granny, but he is not the same.

"Then he's dead now?" the fat man asked.

"Even if he doesn't die, he'll be crippled!" As I said that, I took the small bottle that Boss Wu was tightly holding. There were four souls inside the bottle, so I had to hurry up and take it to prevent him from getting away with it!

I picked up the bottle and walked away with Fatty. Before we left, for some reason, I could still feel a trace of a strange aura, but when I looked back, I found Old Wu lying on the ground, and the Fatty had reminded me to bring Old Wu's corpse with me, for fear that something might happen to him. Hearing Fatty's words, I used another small container to pack Old Wu's hideous corpse into it, and then we left the hospital.

Fatty said that there were four souls inside the bottle, but only three could be revived. This was because one of the corpses had already been burnt, making it difficult to revive. However, ghosts could still appear.

We came to a quiet little forest, and as there were very few people here, I decided to release all of their souls here. According to Fatty's knowledge, the souls in this place are Zi Yue, Ling Long, Stabbing Head, and Wu Na.

I chanted an incantation and filled the outside of the bottle with props that I needed to use for a while. I lit the candle flame that I had brought along with me, sprinkled some chicken blood on it, and sprayed my saliva on some paper money. As I chanted an incantation, I opened the bottle.

The bottle kept shaking because their souls were about to appear. I grabbed the bottle and released all of them with a 'sou' sound.

Wu Na smiled and looked at me. "Zhong Xin, you are indeed a great hero. I was not mistaken about you."

I was feeling a little bad, but at the same time I was sad. Since Wu Na is dead and can't be revived, that means I can never speak to her again in my life …

"It's fine, I let you guys out because I have something I need you to take care of."

"What is it?" Linglong and Zi Yue asked in unison.

I looked at them, a little embarrassed, and threw out the container I had brought with me.

"This is Boss Wu's corpse, look at it, what should we do with it?" I am not related by blood to him, and I am not his friend. You are his daughters, so you can decide for yourselves. After all, each family has their own matters to settle.

I indicated for them to deal with this matter themselves, but at this moment, the thorn soul actually ran away!

I rushed to give chase, but was stopped by Fatty. Fatty told me not to chase them because Linglong and the others were still ghosts, so we couldn't stay in the sunlight for too long in the daytime. We had to get rid of them as soon as possible.

I didn't chase after him anymore. Linglong walked to Old Wu's corpse and looked at him silently without saying anything. Zi Yue ran over, grabbed Old Wu's hand and started chewing on it!

I looked at Zi Yue and Ling Long in astonishment. "Zi Yue, what are you doing?!" Although this was understandable, as he didn't deserve to be their father, Zi Yue's actions made me feel extremely surprised. At the same time, I felt very astonished, not only me, but also Wu Na and Fatty.

Zi Yue tore off Old Wu's hand with all her might, slowly "eating" one bite at a time until her head was full of hunger and thirst.

Zi Yue didn't say anything. In the blink of an eye, she pulled Ling Long and Wu Na to gnaw on their dad.

Fatty and I stood at the side, not knowing what to say. We just let them eat Old Wu's body without restraint.

But it doesn't seem to be that simple. Just when they bit Old Wu's head, the frozen blood in his head burst out, piece by piece, extremely disgusting. Just when my skull was almost finished eating, I saw Old Wu's eyes staring at me with wide eyes!

When I saw this, I was so frightened that I fell back.

The way he stared at me, I don't think any of my generation would forget that his eyes were wide open, bloodshot, the white part of his eyeballs clearly visible, and his eyes were deeply sunken. Old Wu stared at me like that for several minutes, but I couldn't see her at all.

I think they must hate Boss Wu. How could there be such a vicious father in this world? Wasn't this fate playing tricks on people?

Old Wu was glaring at me like that, and even Fatty couldn't take it anymore. He immediately walked over and kicked his head away, and Old Wu's head rolled down the slope. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't catch up to her.

I hastily asked Wu Na, "Alright, now that you guys can't eat any worse, his head will roll down. Will anything happen again?"

Wu Na didn't say anything. It was as if her soul had been hollowed out. She wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth. Zi Yue ran over and pulled Ling Long's hand as she smiled at me.

"What are you doing?" I asked in surprise.

Zi Yue, Ling Long, and Wu Na all looked at me. They kept smiling, revealing bloodstains on their teeth.

"We should leave now. The things that should be done are done. We three sisters have to thank you for being able to reunite. Zhong Xin, thank you very much for your help. Live well!" Then they held hands and burned themselves.

The blinding light before me burns my eyes like a blazing fire, and the one who is following me right now is still Fatty.

On my way home with the fat man, I called my mother. Looking at Old Wu's end, I couldn't help but feel, although my mom and I aren't rich, we are really the happiest people. I can stay by her side, I can earn money to support my family, she can cook delicious food for me, we both respect and love each other, I can also protect her and not let her be in danger. At this moment, I am in a very good mood to go home!

"Mom, I'm going back!"

"Where's Boss Wu?" the mother asked.

I told my mother that Boss Wu was already dead, because he deserved it for his crimes. He was the one who thought wrongly and coveted our clan's Zhong Kui Sword … But when my mother heard this, she actually cried.

"Auntie, don't cry. What's wrong with a person like that?"

Fatty did not understand. Even though Old Wu had always had bad intentions, he had spent so much time with his mother. He had always taken care of her in the past.

I advised my mother not to be sad, but my mother said that she was sad for me, not because Old Wu had died.

Because I told him that Boss Wu's head had already rolled down the slope, Mother was afraid that Boss Wu would come back and make trouble for us again, so she asked me not to run around anymore.

That night, I took a comfortable bath and lay in bed chatting with the fat man on my cell phone.

Fatty could not sleep either, he told me that, in fact, he had his own worries. Firstly, because he was afraid that Old Wu would act like what my mother had said, and secondly, because he was afraid that something would happen over there that would disrupt our direction. Thirdly, because my Zhong Kui technique has yet to reach the pinnacle of perfection, it would be too dangerous if anything were to happen in the future.

I looked out the window. The night was so dark, so quiet, and the night was so dark it was hard to see the impurities in it.

The next morning, when I heard the sound of stew in the pressure cooker outside, I knew my mother was already making breakfast. I stretched, my mouth still full of saliva, and yawned. When I came out, I could smell the fragrant chicken soup. It had been a long time since I'd smelled this. My mother used to have a lot of chickens at home, and I remember watching them peck at rice when I was a child. I felt like they were hungrily fighting over grains of rice, and that scene was one of the most beautiful memories of my childhood.

But then, because of the pestilence in Clear Water, my mother told me that I was only nine years old, and that many people in the town died from lack of advanced treatment, not to mention the poultry, which were the easiest to catch. Since then, most of the locals in the town would not feed their flocks of chickens and ducks in their own homes anymore. Furthermore, most of them would only go to the market to buy their own chickens when they wanted to eat or just go to the market when they needed to. I could smell it, and it made me think of the chicken soup my mother had made when I was a child. Because there were so few people in the family, it took a long time for a chicken to be completely eaten, so we rarely stewed chicken. I don't know if my mother has ever made her own chicken stew since I went out to work, but what I do know is that the taste can never be forgotten.

When I got closer to the kitchen, I found that Fatty was already "helping out" my mother. I was taken aback. I was puzzled as to why Fatty would wake up so early to help out. But no matter how busy my mother was, she still couldn't help teasing me, saying that Fatty got up so early, and the early birds had worms to eat!

I am unhappy in my heart. You don't know the other sentence, do you?

The early bugs were eaten by the birds.

The fat guy rolled up his sleeves and washed the vegetables. Seeing that I didn't have anything to help him with, I went out and sat on the counter outside the store.

It was a fine day, winter though it was, but the morning sun had dried most of the paper money that had been washed away by the rain for days. They shone in the sun, illuminating her years of loneliness and sleeplessness.

After breakfast, I talked to the fat guy about how to deal with the thorns. My mother came over and reminded me to stop interacting with those people who didn't understand anything. That would only harm me.

It's not that I don't know these reasons, it's just that the thorn has now become stiff, and its fall is unknown. What if it comes out again and harms people?