Bend that ghost

What is human life?

From the day Wen Zhijiang studied medicine, he learned how to respect life.After death, he knows that life is still possible, albeit in a different way, but with the same result.

Some deserve death, but some deserve atonement.Many times death is not the best punishment for a person, they did something wrong and paid the price, after that their existence is worth more than death.

Such a meaningless massacre in Maoshan is considered to have violated Wen Zhijiang's biggest taboo.

Wen Zhijiang walked to the edge of the high platform and stood still, looked at the ghosts below, and adjusted his voice to be calm: "Kill for life, the murderer is in front of you now, can you only rely on Yinshan as a protective umbrella? If I leave it to you for a while, don't be afraid." With the power of Gang Qi, can you stand up and fight for the ghost city of Yinshan, and make the murderer pay the price?!"

There was silence, Wen Zhijiang was not in a hurry, and waited leisurely for their response.

After a long while, someone finally spoke up and said, "You really can make us not be afraid of Taoist priests' aura and magic weapon?!"

"Two ten minutes." Wen Zhijiang looked at the person who spoke, and unexpectedly discovered that it was an acquaintance—the man who molested him when he first arrived at the ghost market.

Unexpectedly, it was him who spoke first.

Wen Zhijiang withdrew his gaze with great interest, and continued: "Within 10 minutes, let them pay the price, Yinshan will not sit idly by, and you shouldn't just seek asylum, should you?"

The expressions of the Maoshan disciples all changed, the ghosts were no threat in front of them because they were restrained.

Otherwise, they would have absolutely no advantage, wouldn't they be doomed? !

But the ghosts became faintly excited, and were forced to flee here like dogs in the water, so they naturally couldn't swallow this breath.Now that someone wants to avenge them with their own hands, how can there be any reason to refuse? !

"Okay! I promise!"

After the first person to speak, countless people responded,

"I agree too! Maoshan is too deceitful!"

"Yes! Call back!"

Responses came and went, and the impassioned resentment of countless people almost turned into a blazing flame. If they were not burned, they would never be extinguished.

Wen Zhijiang nodded in satisfaction, raised his head and drew cumbersome runes with his white fingertips in the air, outlining the final golden stroke.With a light tap of your fingertips, the talisman was instantly divided into countless pieces.He waved his hand, and the golden talisman with the meaning of coldness immediately penetrated into the hearts of all the ghosts including those on the high platform.

With a look of satisfaction on his face, he hooked his hands lightly, and withdrew the formation, like Junwan who pointed out the country, raised his finger to the disciple of Maoshan, and opened his lips in a cold voice: "Go, revenge if you have revenge."

What's the point of helping people get revenge?It's better to let people take revenge with their own hands.

Wen Zhijiang looked coldly at Zhengyang, whose face was a little stiff, and said casually: "I really didn't expect to see Elder Zhengyang today, I thought it would be Elder Chuyan."

Zhengyang was born with a kind face, but at this time his stiff smile made him unable to be kind, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "Elder Chuyan needs to protect the two quasi-sect masters, so naturally Pindao should do it for him, but I didn't expect that Master Wen would It’s really a good way.”

Born with a benevolent face, Wen Zhijiang's intuition has always told him that Zhengyang is far less benevolent than he appears on the surface.At first, I thought I was thinking too much, but now it seems that Zhengyang's suspicion is bigger than before.

At most, Chuyan was just digging an ancestral grave, but Zhengyang slaughtered wantonly in the ghost market, and he was even confident, without the consciousness of killing people himself, as if they deserved to die.This kind of person is being punished in Maoshan, so it's no wonder that Maoshan's disciples are more brain-dead than the other.

The scene was chaotic, with humans and ghosts fighting together. This time, it was no longer a one-sided massacre, but bloody.Looking at this battle that he personally facilitated, Wen Zhijiang suppressed the soreness in his heart, turned his head to see Lu Li standing in front of him at some point, and smiled at him: "Young master, don't hesitate, you didn't do it!" wrong."

- You did nothing wrong.

His words are always more effective than any consolation, Wen Zhijiang suddenly laughed out loud, then glanced at Zhengyang faintly, making sure that he had not seen Chuyan before, relieved a little, and sneered: "Meng Elder praised you, this This fight was initiated by you, so naturally you should bear the consequences. Even a ghost is not a fish in the sky, let alone we have already said that Jian Shaobai's death has nothing to do with Lu Li, but Mao Shan still refuses to let us find out The time of cause and effect. Which is right and which is wrong, what do the elders think?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhijiang frowned. He never likes to talk too much, but it doesn't mean he can't speak.It's just that it's still a bit awkward to say a long list in such a breath.

Without giving Zhengyang time to speak, Wen Zhijiang took off Lingji from his left ear, and a plain black spear suddenly appeared in his palm.The gun was very smooth, as if it was one with him.But every time he holds it in the palm of his hand, Wen Zhijiang will be dazed for a moment.

There seems to be a person standing in front of him, with his hands behind his back on the top of the green hills and clouds, his long hair fluttering, and his hair tied with a wooden hairpin, looks like a painting in ink and wash, but his body is full of fierceness, his spear is pointed at the setting sun obliquely, and he is extremely domineering.

The memories faded away in a flash, and he was already used to these occasional scenes.Maybe he has experienced it before, and these have been deeply imprinted in his mind, memories that are indelible even in reincarnation.

The man in the blue shirt with the gun must have left a very deep impression on him, otherwise... that person might be himself.

Putting aside the memories for now, Wen Zhijiang and Lu Li looked at each other, and shot at the same time in a very tacit understanding. The two of them were on the left and the right. Yu Zhengyang trapped him by his side.

Human beings without the advantage of mutual restraint are not opponents of angry ghosts.

Zhengyang was flustered for a while, he might not lose to Lu Li in a single fight, but the opponent also had the unfathomable Wen Zhijiang.It was quite difficult for Rao to cope with Zhengyang's cultivation base, so he couldn't help shouting: "If you hurt me, you will not be cleared of the crime of killing the people of Maoshan! And those ghosts, once they hurt someone, they will be banned forever Superborn!"

Wen Zhijiang looked terrified, unmoved.

Lu Li sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Where is the truth, you are only allowed to kill ghosts for no reason, but ghosts are not allowed to fight back. Elder Zhengyang is taking it for granted. Since you slaughtered in the ghost market today, you will pay for your life." not enough!"

The worst thing is to see these sanctimonious old bastards make strong arguments. If they are ghosts, they should die? !What kind of fucking weird and unreasonable theory is this? ? ?

Lu Li once thought that these people either had water in their minds or were trapped by the door, as if they lived in two worlds with him, unable to communicate, unable to communicate.

When the pitch-black gun tip was about to hit Zhengyang's neck, it was suddenly pulled away by a strong force. Wen Zhijiang's face changed and he used force to control the gun, and was forced to take a few steps forward and then forcibly stabilized his figure.Can't help being startled, who is approaching and stopping without a sound?

Looking up, a pitch-black chain was wrapped around the gun head, and at the other end of the chain was a man in a black hooded cloak, whose face was completely covered by billowing black mist.

"Who?!" Wen Zhijiang shook off the chain with a flick of his wrist, and locked his eyes on that person, for some reason, he always felt that the other person had an extremely familiar smell.

Although the other party's face was covered with mist and his facial features could not be seen clearly, he could feel those cold eyes looking at him.

As the two looked at each other, the man in black slowly laughed and said, "Headmaster Wen, we finally meet."

This voice! !

Wen Zhijiang's complexion suddenly became solemn, he remembered this familiar voice clearly, it was the person who kept his head and tail showing his true face but kept them in his palm, the owner of the voice that sounded familiar but unfamiliar the first time he heard it.

With the bottom line in his mind, he responded softly: "Yes, Your Excellency is finally willing to show up, but I don't know when I will let Your Excellency show your true face."

The other party was slightly taken aback, and then smiled: "There will be such a day, but I advise Headmaster Wen to stop today. More than half of Maoshan's disciples were killed or injured. I'm afraid you will take the blame for it."

Headmaster Wen glanced back at the almost bloody scene and the corpses all over the ground, and said indifferently, "That's what they asked for, but since your Excellency is here, let's stay together, what do you think?!"

"Hahahahahaha Master Wen is really ambitious." The other party smiled instead of anger, and said in an almost admiring and complacent tone: "I have always admired you, since a long time ago, but this does not prevent me from hating you. Who is claiming to be a righteous man? Look, you allow ghosts to kill people. After people die, ghosts will also suffer from karma. Your kindness will only harm them."

Wen Zhijiang didn't refute, but he didn't admit it either, silently clenched Lingji in his hand, silently expressing his attitude.

Looking at the disciple who fell to the ground, Zheng Yang couldn't help but his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Don't talk nonsense with him! Why don't you hurry up and save people!?"

The man in black paused, and said coldly: "I'll save them and hand you over? Zhengyang, I'm not your subordinate, don't order me in that tone."

Zhengyang was choked for a moment, there was no kindness or kindness on his face, only ferocity and terror.

The black-robed man turned to Wen Zhijiang again, his tone softened a lot, as if he had not seen an old friend for many years: "You have done a good job, Master Wen, the massacre in the ghost market starting today will definitely push you and Yinshan into eternal doom, we wait Looking at your expression when you are betrayed by the whole world because of the so-called justice, that day... will not be very far away, Master Wen, heh."

As the last sneer faded away, black air surged to envelop him and Zhengyang, and when the black air dissipated, he disappeared without a trace.

Headmaster Wen put away Lingji in silence, and turned to look at the bloody place where the slaughter took place. The smell of blood permeated the air, as if it still carried the temperature of a corpse that had not been completely cooled.

After a while, Lu Li asked softly from beside him, "Is that him? The person behind the plot."

Wen Zhijiang nodded, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Fortunately, Gu Yun and Gu Qing were not allowed to come over."

Otherwise, seeing fellow disciples die tragically, I'm afraid it will be very uncomfortable.

Lu Li didn't take it seriously, but snorted softly, "We should let them see what Maoshan is all about. What's the point of whitewashing the peace? How can we change it if we don't even dare to admit our mistakes?"

"..." Wen Zhijiang was silent, he had to say that Lu Li's words made sense, he sighed, "Forget it."

It's always a little cruel, if you can carry it alone, you don't have to drag others into the water.Sadness is naturally better if it can be less.

The fighting ended, the world fell into silence, the ground was full of corpses, and the winding scarlet blood flow converged, like a red lotus blooming in anger, it was desolate and beautiful.