Requiem Chapter 53 Human Meat Wontons (2)
Sweat dripped down Yin Hui's forehead without exaggeration. He was dozens of meters away one second, and inexplicably entered a closed taxi the next second. This was definitely not something a human could do. So, there was only one possibility...
Thinking of this, Yin Hun grabbed his pocket tightly with his right hand, leaned forward, and stood in front of Shen Feifei and Tang Yan.
"Fresh wontons, how about a bowl ?" The old woman smiled, and the wrinkles on her face stretched out like blooming chrysanthemum petals. There was murderous intent hidden in the wrinkles.
"Human meat wontons! Freshly made." Seeing that the three people were indifferent, the old woman's voice became closer again, and her two cloudy eyes narrowed into a thin line.
"What... do you want?" Yin Hun tried his best to keep his voice from being distorted. He kept a stern face and stared at the monster in front of him. All the muscles in his body were kept in the best fighting condition. He was 70% sure that as long as the other party dared to make any unusual movement, he could definitely strike before her.
He reached his five fingers into his pocket and grabbed the thickest talisman.
The Maoshan Three Gentlemen Talisman is made of the finest Huainan straw paper, watered with Chenzhou cinnabar, and inscribed with the words "The great general of Han has arrived here". Assisted by the sect's secret method, it can instantly burn ghosts and make their souls fly away.
This is the most powerful talisman that Yin Hun can write with his current level of cultivation. Of course, because the process of making this kind of talisman is extremely troublesome, he has only made a few of them over the years. If he didn't feel that the other party seemed to be of great importance, he would never have spent so much money.
"Eat my wontons, and then I make them into wonton fillings. It's that simple, hehe! Hehehehe..." Along with a few sawing-like evil laughs, three translucent black tentacles slowly separated from the old woman's hair, moving forward and backward as if they had eyes, and stabbed the three people in the back seat.
"The sky is round, the earth is square, and there are nine chapters of laws. I am writing now, and all the ghosts are hiding!" In the carriage, a faint blue flame suddenly rose from the middle finger of Yin Hun's right hand, and then split into five, circling around his entire palm. Five flames, five halos, like planets orbiting the sun, bloomed instantly along an invisible orbit.
At the same time, the talisman in his hand was fiercely pressed on the first tentacle. At the moment when the talisman and the tentacle touched, the whole carriage shook as if it had encountered an earthquake. The piles of paper money on both sides of the road were all forced off the ground by this powerful attack wave and scattered all over the ground, as if a funeral procession had just passed by. Looking at the tentacle again, it was already full of wounds, as if it had been burned by sulfuric acid, and it made a hissing sound.
"Ah!" It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart. I don't know if this sentence applies to ghosts, but the old woman who was severely injured still wailed, and the movements of the other two tentacles also obviously slowed down.
And this is the opportunity Yin Hun was waiting for.
"Hurry up and obey the order!" Yin Hun's right hand wrapped in flames quickly grabbed the old woman's other two tentacles, making her unable to move temporarily. Then he whistled, bit his left middle finger, picked up the talisman that had been prepared long ago, and pressed it heavily on the old woman's forehead.
The originally golden talisman was dyed black in an instant, and the old woman's body slowly shrank, turning into a pool of smelly pus and blood in a moment.
"Go to hell and eat your wontons!" Yin Hun sneered, then got out of the car, opened the front door, and dragged the motionless driver down. The driver was still in an unconscious state, with dilated pupils, pale face, and tightly closed lips. If it weren't for his chest that was still rising and falling, he would have been no different from a dead person.
Yin Hun shook his head, and his right hand turned into a knife and hit the driver on the back of his neck, then he used heavy techniques to pinch the acupoints on his shoulders for a while, and the driver opened his eyes in a daze.
"Ah!" He was startled when he saw the person in front of him: "I...what happened to me?" "Nothing, you were just controlled by a ghost..."
"What!" The driver howled like a pig being slaughtered. When he saw the pus and blood next to him, he almost broke the steering wheel off in excitement...
"Okay, okay, be quiet, be quiet, and drive carefully." After the car swayed from side to side for a while, Yin Hun finally stabilized it. He let the driver take a short rest and adjust his mood, and then he was able to drive reluctantly .
"I...I told you long ago...don't go to that place ...it's all my fault for being too greedy..." The driver wiped his tears aggrievedly and complained, looking like a young wife who was raped.
Yin Hun didn't expect that such a strong man would cry so easily, and he felt a little embarrassed at the moment.
"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. Since the ghost was able to control you just now, it means that you have been very unlucky recently. Give me your birth date and I will help you turn bad luck into good luck for free. I will also give you a talisman. Stick it on the inside of the car door, and you will be fine."
The driver glanced at Yin Hui and asked, "What do you do? How do you know so much?"
Yin Hui smiled and said, "A beautician of the corpse."
"Body...beautician!" The driver turned pale with fear and slammed on the brakes. His face was distorted with pain due to fear.
"You guys can get off! I don't want the fare anymore..."
"Hmph! Fine! If you don't, I will let that ghost follow you all the time, accompany you to eat, work, and sleep. It's called 'three companions' in short. Also, since you have been possessed by a ghost once just now, you might have some sequelae, such as high amputation! Femoral head necrosis! Cerebral thrombosis..." Yin Hun never gives a good face to people who despise his profession.
Shen Feifei was also full of childishness at this time. She rolled her eyes and put her tender little hand on the driver's neck, just like a ghost in a Japanese movie. Her voice became slower and slower, and she would occasionally say a few high-pitched words: "Boss, what... are you... shouting... at... me... about?"
"Hey, big brother, your Excellency Prince, everything can be discussed, everything can be discussed. It's just driving a car! I pull it, is it okay if I pull it?" The driver was probably scared at first, his IQ dropped sharply, and he was really frightened by Shen Feifei's poor acting skills. He started the engine while begging and crying.
Under such coercion and inducement, the driver finally fulfilled his mission, took them to their destination, and refused to take any money.
It was just right, the money saved could be used to buy a midnight snack. However, in return, Yin Hui still pretended to put a few wrinkled yellow talismans into his arms. Although he didn't know how to use these small pieces of paper and whether they were useful, the driver still thanked him repeatedly with tears of gratitude, almost thanking Yin Hui's eight generations of ancestors. In the end, he kept following him and asking if he would have any sequelae. Yin Hui had to comfort him for more than ten minutes before letting the unfortunate driver leave with peace of mind.
