Chapter 48: Lecherous Ghost Xue Pan
Five minutes passed.
Wu Sheng, whose head was already drooping from being played with by me and Old Dog, was completely subdued.
And he explained the whole story. The thing possessing Wu Sheng was a lecherous ghost named Xue Pan. He said he was also entrusted by someone to possess Wu Sheng every night at Zi Hour and cause trouble for sows in the village until Wu Sheng was driven to death.
Damn it! Hearing this, my anger surged. What do these bastards think the mortal world is? Do you think you’re an expert? You can just go around messing with sows? You really don’t have us cultivators in your eyes? Huh?
“Bang!”
Thinking of this, I gave him a flying kick that sent him more than five meters away.
Old Dog walked over and kicked him back.
I thought this lecherous ghost Xue Pan had never seen humans as brutal as us brothers in his life.
He also never imagined that even as a ghost, he could be bullied by two young living people like this.
“Slap!”
I gave him another big slap. It wasn’t that I wanted to hit him; my hands were just itchy.
“Speak, who the hell sent you?”
Originally, I planned to find the mastermind through this Xue Pan, but what I didn’t expect was that this lecherous ghost, who had already been beaten into a grandson by us brothers, would show a side that made me look at him anew.
“I, I can only tell you that the one who sent me is also a ghost. I can’t say anything else even if you beat me to death.”
“Oh dear! Damn it, Dog Lord, I’ve spoiled you! Are you getting tough now?”
“Bang!”
Before I could say anything more, hearing Xue Pan’s answer, Old Dog couldn’t help but kick him again.
Just as Old Dog was about to continue, I reached out and stopped him.
The reason was not something else. When I was young, I valued loyalty very much and also liked people who were loyal. Whether they were friends or enemies, I would give them some leeway if they were loyal.
Today, this lecherous ghost impressed me a bit because, in my opinion, someone who is very loyal can’t be too bad.
“Forget it, you can go. Don’t come again in the future.”
I waved at Xue Pan and immediately removed Dog Feces’s suction effect on him.
After Xue Pan got off Wu Sheng, he first looked at me, seeming to have something to say but hesitating. Then he sighed, cupped his hands at me, and left without saying anything.
I originally thought this matter was over.
Who knew that the next day at noon, while I was drinking at Gouzi’s place, Wu Sheng started causing trouble again.
He ran around the village, shouting as he ran:
“Come out, you two bastards from last night! You two bastards from last night, come out!”
Old Dog and I exchanged glances. Old Dog said angrily:
“Damn it, this lecherous bastard really doesn’t learn his lesson, does he? He dares to come back. Let’s go, Old Ghost, we’ll go beat him up. I still have half a pound of Dog Feces left from yesterday. Damn it, I’ll feed it all to him today.”
I frowned slightly, thinking, it shouldn’t be like this. Xue Pan was already beaten into a grandson by us brothers, and I even let him go. He still dares to come?
After Gouzi finished speaking, I turned around and took out two magic tools from my bag. One was a mini peachwood sword I carved myself, which I handed to Gouzi.
“Take this. If Dog Feces runs out, use this.”
Old Dog looked down at the slightly rough peachwood sword in his hand, then looked at me,
“Then what will you use, Old Ghost?”
“I’ll be fine with anything.”
Seeing the uniquely shaped black demon-subduing pestle in my hand, which clearly wasn’t an ordinary item, Old Dog’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch upwards.
It wasn’t that I wouldn’t lend him my magic tool; it was just that he couldn’t handle it.
The peachwood sword I gave him was a magic tool of pure righteousness. Even an ordinary person holding it would have the effect of warding off evil and subduing ghosts.
But the demon-subduing pestle in my hand was the opposite. It was an item I refined for killing, extremely yin and extremely evil.
Ordinary people couldn’t handle it at all; they would be backlashed by the evil qi and fall into demonic ways. Let alone Old Dog, even other cultivators with some cultivation level wouldn’t dare to touch it easily. Without the strength of a Saint, it would be impossible to suppress it.
Back then, after I successfully refined this magic tool, I fed it my vital blood for a full six months before I completely subdued it. Cough cough cough, this is because I’ve been cultivating the Eightfold Vajra Technique for a long time, and my body is strong. If it were an ordinary person, they probably would have died already, or at least been close to death.
After we left Old Dog’s house, we followed the sound directly.
There were no people on the road, not even a dog to be seen. The villagers had all tightly locked their doors as if avoiding the Plague God.
As soon as we met, before I could say anything, Old Dog excitedly rushed forward.
“Fuck your mother, Xue Pan! You dare to come back? It seems you really haven’t learned your lesson!”
However, in the next moment, Old Dog, who hadn’t been cool for even three seconds, was knocked to the ground by Wu Sheng and cried out for help.
“Oh dear! Holy crap! Holy crap, don’t hit me, holy crap! Old Ghost, save me!”
Well, as they say, how spirited you are when showing off is how pathetic you are when getting beaten.
I had thought before coming out that this wasn’t the Xue Pan who came. If Xue Pan could possess someone during the day, why would he wait until midnight?
I didn’t rush to save Old Dog. The main reason was that getting beaten is also a form of experience. People can’t just practice hitting others without practicing taking hits.
Don’t believe me? Look at those Sanda or mixed martial arts athletes. Which one didn’t practice taking hits before practicing hitting others?
As the saying goes, three parts practice hitting, seven parts practice taking hits. Otherwise, when you encounter a master, you can hit them a hundred times and they won’t be bothered, but if they hit you once, you can’t take it. What’s the point of fighting then?
This isn’t to say I’m heartless. Some things, even with good buddies, have to be experienced by themselves. Otherwise, if I’m not around one day, wouldn’t Old Dog be in a worse situation if he encountered someone else?
“What are you being a coward for? Get up and fight him, Old Dog!”
“Holy crap! Holy crap, I can’t do it! Old Ghost, save me quickly! I’m going to be kicked senseless!”
Wu Sheng didn’t know what was going on. Perhaps seeing that I didn’t look like an easy person to mess with, he didn’t seem to have any intention of fighting me. He just kept kicking Old Dog and cursing as he did so:
“Fuck your mother! I told you not to bully my little brother! I told you to feed Xue Pan feces! Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother!”
Oh dear, seeing Old Dog in that state, I almost couldn’t hold myself back from rushing forward. I mean, I gave Old Dog a peachwood sword before we came out, but this idiot just held onto it tightly like he was stupid and didn’t use it.
This made me anxious. “Damn it, Old Dog! Didn’t I give you something? Fight him!”
Old Dog, who had been rolling on the ground non-stop, heard my reminder and finally remembered that he still had the peachwood sword in his hand.
With a “Bang!”, he stood up, and his demeanor instantly changed.
“I’ll be damned!” He took out the peachwood sword in his hand and directly lunged at Wu Sheng.
“Slap!” After this sword strike hit Wu Sheng, a sound like static electricity rang out.
Wu Sheng winced in pain, “Hiss~!” and gasped.
Seeing this, my heart was slightly relieved. Otherwise, I was really afraid that Old Dog would lose the will to resist and just keep taking a beating.
Seeing that his attack was effective, Old Dog glared at Wu Sheng with bulging eyes, looking as if he wanted to skin Wu Sheng alive.
I originally thought it was because Old Dog had just been beaten. I followed Old Dog’s gaze, which kept darting to the side.
Damn! As expected, at some point, two decent-looking girls were watching the fun not far away.
