Chapter 112: Five million words omitted here
Will it hurt to death, Liao Wenjie feels useless, he has to think that the ghost Wang Da himself can do it, his legs are long on him, and he said that if it is comfortable, it will be comfortable.
Liao Wenjie picked up the netherworld axe with a black face, and every time it fell, Leon would use a hammer to make up for it, just like striking iron.
Iron strikes impurities, they fight curses.
There is a specialization in the art industry, Leon's housekeeping skills are to catch ghosts, and he is good at evil theories such as plastic wrap and milk, and he has little experience in exorcising curses.
Oni King Da is the first time.
Although he was not very experienced, it was the same as nothing, but this did not affect Leon in the slightest, and he opened his little brain, thinking about not breaking and not standing, breaking and then standing, only in this way can the curse be completely removed.
Therefore, he asked Liao Wenjie to break the leg of the ghost king with an axe, and then he repaired it with a hammer, and over and over again, the curse came out of his body little by little.
It's simple and rude, and no one else dares to think about it except him.
It is precisely because of his strange thinking that others can't even think of it, and it really makes him play some effects.
Ghost King Da hummed and chirped, only to feel the indescribable sourness of his lameness, especially the moment when he was interrupted, it was the most comfortable.
The reason is similar to being bitten by a mosquito in a big bag, itching urgently, and poking an X directly with a fingernail, and the pain is also comfortable.
Liao Wenjie's Taoism was not dispersed, and he could see it very clearly, every time he broke the lame leg of the ghost king with an axe, a large area of black qi overflowed out. At the beginning, it was okay, but the more you went to the back, the more black gas overflowed, and the blowout couldn't stop it.
In addition, the ghost king himself said that he was comfortable, so he let go of his scruples, and the rhythm of the wheel axe became even harder.
Bang! Bang! Bangββββ
After ten minutes, the pitch-black lame faded, from dark to light, and gradually changed to normal skin tone.
But at this moment, the mutation protruded, and the black curse rebounded, frantically rendering the ink color, and dyeing the ghost king's lame leg into pitch black again.
"Hiss, there is such a thing!"
Leon pulled down his sunglasses, and was very unhappy that the treatment failed: "Applejack, try harder, I don't believe I can't handle it." β
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you want me to catch my breath first."
Ghost Wang Da raised his hand and shouted to stop, limped up from the ground, twisted the faucet, poured cold water in a big gulp, and finally touched the pants that were probably towels, wiping his head and sweating.
"Cool!"
"Have you rested, come and lie down, there is something more cool in the back." Leon urged, this matter is not over today, he and the curse are on the bar, and it is not easy for anyone to come.
"No, no, my body is not as good as before, I'm afraid I'll die."
Ghost Wang Da wiped his sweat and waved his hand and said: "It's not a secret, there have been predecessors like you in the past, who successfully exorcised the curse on my leg, but as a result, this thing will grow on its own, and it will be killed endlessly." β
"Then you didn't say it earlier?"
"How cool am I after that?"
"Oh, you still have a point, see if I can't kill you today."
Leon rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward to fight, but was stopped by Liao Wenjie on the side with his hand raised.
"Calm down, the harder you work, the more comfortable he will be, don't fall for it."
Stopping Leon, Liao Wenjie frowned and looked at the Ghost King: "Although I don't know much about evil arts such as curses, but you have this on your leg, with all due respect...... Is the curse really on your legs? β
"Awesome!"
Ghost King Da raised his hand and gave a thumbs up: "Applejack, you have a good eye, the curse is indeed not on my leg, it is on another person's leg." β
"How?"
"Back then, I participated in a kickboxing tournament and picked on neon karate masters, and I didn't break my leg directly when I encountered nonsense. At that time, some people in the same way told me that you can't be too arrogant, especially those who practice martial arts, breaking other people's legs is equivalent to ruining other people's lives, and you can leave a way out for yourself when you get to the point. β
Ghost King Da smiled bitterly and continued, "I'm young and vigorous...... Well, I was too floating, I didn't listen to a word of good words, and I still went my own way. β
"So, you got revenge on the neon side?"
"Hmm."
Ghost Wang Da continued, he participated in the neon free fighting tournament for three consecutive years, and won all of them, but any karate master, no matter what genre, met him with a broken leg.
In the past three years, he has played a neon karate fault alone, and his international influence has been declining.
Of course, he is not a fool of the head, and the old guys ignore the challenge books and pick on his peers.
Finally one day, the karate master of the Broken Water Flow faction came out of the mountain, this faction practiced ancient martial arts karate, which was not well-known in the outside world, but had a very high status in the neon martial arts world.
The Broken Water Flow faction is a low-key person and a low-key worker, and each generation of the museum owner only accepts two or three disciples, living a life of ascetic cultivation in seclusion.
It has been passed down from generation to generation, with a history of thousands of years, and the sect has an amazing heritage.
Cao Dahua received a challenge and faced off against the high-ranking disciples of the Broken Water Flow faction at a Sino-Japanese friendship competition. The two sides have a big battle, and the other party is obviously prepared, and in order to wash away the stain of karate, he specializes in the ghost king Daxia.
In this duel, the chess opponent was half a catty and eight taels, and the final result was that the two fought together and ended up together, the ghost king was injured and his leg was broken, and the broken water flow Gao Tu was injured and his waist was broken.
The fight was over, and according to the rules, Ghost King Da couldn't stand and was knocked out.
"Wait a while, after talking for a long time, where did the curse go, when did you get cursed?" Liao Wenjie couldn't help but interrupt, Ghost Wang Da boasted about himself throughout the whole process, and didn't mention anything serious.
"I didn't know about the curse at the time, and then I couldn't take care of my broken leg well, so I found out that the situation was wrong, and I found out that the situation was wrong, and I was treated by a senior master, and they told me...... The situation is troublesome. β
The curse in the ghost king Dazhong is very evil, and the neon spell master personally operates, looking for a substitute ghost with the same birthday as him, and then taking his hair essence blood, first placing the curse on the substitute ghost, and then indirectly transferring it to the ghost king.
"No, you're too careless, even if you have your hair, why did you even let people smoke blood?" Liao Wenjie is very strange, the ghost king's deceptive routine is old, but there should be no problem with IQ.
"Ah......h
Ghost Wang Da was short of words for a while, this matter is a long story, it was a stormy night, and he met a neon female fan who came in a group...... Five million words are omitted here...... The essence of the hair was taken away.
Leon asked, "So, if you can't find a substitute for the dead, the curse on your body will never be removed?" β
"Yes, that's it."
Ghost Wang Da shook his head, there were many well-wishers who helped him go to Neon to find a substitute ghost, but the other party was too deep to hide, and there were no clues at all.
He himself knows very well that the sea of people is vast, not to mention deliberately hiding the ghost for the dead, even if he just finds a corner and throws it, he can't find it in a hundred years.
"Looking at the situation just now, if I'm not mistaken, that ghost is not dead, is it?"
"Yes, I'll be relieved if he dies."
The ghost king sighed for a long time: "The curse not only broke my leg for the rest of my life, but also squeezed my martial arts, and in just three months, I lost all my skills, and I will never be able to practice martial arts again." β
"So amazing?"
"There's something even more amazing."
Ghost Wang Da said: "I suspect that my martial arts skills were not abolished, but the curse was transferred to the substitute ghost. In other words, even if I start from scratch, I will only cheapen the substitute ghost. β
"According to what you say, that person is not a substitute for the dead ghost, but the beneficiary."
Liao Wenjie still wanted to ask something, such as the curse is so bullish, and whether there are other victims. can think about it again, the curse is such a bull batch, if it can be mass-produced, Neon would have been riding on his godfather's head to and pee, how can it still be like now, like a grandson.
"Applejack, wait for me to rest for an hour, and then you will beat me again."
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A string of question marks floated through Liao Wenjie's head, what does this mean, begging for abuse and insult, or personal preference?
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not a pervert, even if I was, I'm the one who beats people."
Ghost Wang Da hurriedly explained: "I just think that martial arts can be passed on, then if I am injured, the other party will definitely suffer, and breaking my leg is equivalent to breaking the other party's leg." β
"In that case, it would be nice if you did it yourself."
"I'm afraid of pain, so I can't do it."
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Liao Wenjie shook his head, feeling unreliable, expert martial arts can be understood, transfer the damage...... Is the person on the other side a pervert?
It seems that it is not impossible, after all, neon is notoriously perverted, and the world ranking is stable and unshakable all year round.
"Cripple, come, try a bottle of milk, I think it should be useful." Leon found a large bottle of milk from his suitcase, which he bought in the supermarket the other day, 24 hours before the expiration date, and could not be wasted.
"If you don't take it out earlier, I just drank so much cold water......"
Ghost Wang Da took the milk, grunted and poured it into his stomach, and then his face changed suddenly.
"How's that, isn't it effective?"
"No, your milk doesn't taste right!"
The ghost king Da Tie blushed, hurriedly ran to the sink, and began to retch, holding his throat and eyes. Spitting and spitting, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and it was so smooth when he ran......
It's not lame!
"There's no reason, I've drunk milk before, isn't it ......"
"Don't ask, exclusive secrets will not be revealed."
Leon pushed down his sunglasses: "Applejack, I see, I used to underestimate milk, it can not only catch ghosts, but also drive away curses." β
"Hehe, try again, milk can still make people pregnant!"
Liao Wenjie pouted, he couldn't know what was going on with Leon, it was purely unbelievable, and there was nothing to do with milk at all.
The results of the treatment were mixed, although he did not completely remove the curse of the ghost king, nor did he recover his martial arts, but let him get rid of the booster, as long as the milk does not leave his hand, he is a dead fat man who walks normally.
"Applejack, ghost catcher, remember to beat me up another day, don't forget."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say another day, I'll definitely visit again." Leon turned back three times in one step, and the room was full of gold, and he had to make a few more trips to everything.
Liao Wenjie didn't reply, he didn't look back when he heard the words, and hurried away, he was a pure passerby, and he didn't know who Ajie and the ghost catching expert were.
Facing it, a group of people blocked the way.
"Hey, boy, you're Applejack, Ali's boyfriend, right?"