The people in the room didn't know what was happening, and they heard the roar of the sword soul in the air, and all of them were colorless.

Secretary Wang grabbed me and shouted, "Master Zhao, help, Master Zhao." ”

The prophet fell to his knees and repented sincerely.

I was scared to death, and I just wanted to run away. But reason told me that I would definitely not be able to run away this time.

Suddenly, I was in a hurry and pulled out the corpse teeth from my pocket. Just as I was holding it in my mouth, a flash of light suddenly flashed in mid-air and slashed at my wrist.

I shuddered and rolled on the spot, avoiding it. And the corpse tooth in his hand also fell to the ground.

I heard a muffled sound, and a deep knife mark appeared on the ground.

Secretary Wang crawled to the side, sticking to the wall, like a sifting chaff.

Officer Shi, pale, was obviously frightened, pulled out his pistol and pointed it into the air. Officer Chen dragged him and said loudly, "Run, this thing is useless." ”

Then, he dragged and dragged Officer Shi towards the door. However, the wooden door could not be opened. Officer Chen was so anxious that he yelled and slammed into him with his body.

I sat on the ground and looked at the crowd, at the cross of the kneeling, at the prophet who repented. I feel like I smell death.

Suddenly, I heard an exclamation, "Bow your head." ”

Subconsciously, I lay on the ground, and then a beam of knife light rubbed against my scalp.

I stood up with palpitations, and I saw the sword soul standing in front of me, holding Xue Qian casually in his hand.

He looked at the room proudly, and said viciously, "When I kill you all, I will seize your souls and forge them all into quick knives." Hey. Let you taste it too. ”

I sat on the ground, and when I was dying, I suddenly felt much lighter. I smiled weakly and said to Xue Qian, "You are also a ghost, and others are also ghosts." How did you get into this? ”

Xue Qian was about to cry: "I'm not a ghost, I'm not dead yet." ”

The sword soul glanced at him, threw him in the corner, and strode over to me: "After a while, you will all become ghosts." ”

Then, without any showmanship, he slashed at me from top to bottom.

I ran backwards with my hands on the ground. However, the sword soul pressed forward step by step, and soon forced me into a corner.

When he was at the end of his rope, the Prophet suddenly pounced, grabbed the body of the sword spirit, and shouted, "Kill this devil with the holy thing that the Lord has given us." ”

The sword soul sneered and stabbed the prophet in the shoulder, and the prophet fell limply. And I was reminded by him to slowly take out the wooden knife.

The wooden knife was small, no more than twenty centimeters long. It doesn't look like a murderous weapon in your hand, but like a toy.

When the sword soul saw me take out the wooden knife, he actually stopped slashing.

I looked up at him, and he had a contemptuous smile on his face, "What's it in your hand?" Wooden knives? ”

I nodded and said, "yes, wooden knives are knives too." Knife soul, do you want to fight with me again? ”

The sword soul laughed: "A fast knife that has been refined into steel can't hurt me, you can block me with a broken piece of wood?" ”

But he still nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you." Wait for your wooden knife to break. All the people here have to be in different places. ”

When he had said this, he swung his sword and slashed down. As with the first swing, he wasn't fast, which gave me plenty of time.

This time I didn't run away again, but met me with a wooden knife. The two knives clashed, and I felt a strong pressure, from top to bottom, pressed down.

The wooden knife was not broken, and it stubbornly blocked the soul of the knife.

My heart pounded and I looked up at him. There was a look of disbelief on his face. Then, his surprise turned to anguish, and I saw a dark red smoke coming out of the place where the two knives intersected, and a thick smell of blood came from the smoke.

After a few seconds, the sword soul screamed and stomped heavily on the ground. I suddenly felt like the world was spinning, I couldn't stand steadily, and I sat down on the ground. And the wooden knife in his hand also fell.

After a few seconds, the oil lamp on the table came back on. And the sword soul has disappeared.

I coughed, only to realize that my throat was hoarse. I felt a sense of detachment all over my body, and I groped around the ground for a while to find the tooth and put it back in my pocket. I barely got up and said to the crowd, "It's all right, let's go back to sleep." ”

Officer Shi was supported by Officer Chen, and got up tremblingly, he could see the scene just now clearly, and he said reverently: "Master Zhao, I have offended a lot before, I'm sorry." ”

I waved my hand: "Okay, it's okay." ”

Secretary Wang said with a crying voice next to him: "Is it really okay?" Why do I always feel a chill on my back? ”

I glanced back at him, and I saw Xue Qian lying on his back, smiling at me.

I smiled at Secretary Wang and said, "Go to the hospital quickly." Just sit on the edge of Lao Xue's bed and stay for a while. ”

Secretary Wang asked, "Brother Xue, can he ward off evil spirits?" ”

I nodded: "yes, otherwise why would I take him with me every time I run errands?" ”

Secretary Wang didn't have time to distinguish the truth of what I said, he carried Xue Qian's soul on his back and fled at a trot.

I swept the wooden knife in my hand and pulled the Prophet up: "Where is the messenger?" ”

The Prophet looked at me with reverence: "In the church." ”

I was stunned for a moment: "You still have a church here?" Immediately afterward, I remembered the strange religion of the villagers, and I was relieved.

I asked him, "How are your injuries?" ”

The Prophet's shoulder was pierced by the sword, and he was still bleeding at this time, but fortunately he didn't hurt the artery, and he had been a blacksmith for decades, and his body was very strong, so it didn't look like much.

Sure enough, the Prophet said, "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury." ”

I nodded and said, "You take me to the messenger, go now." ”

The Prophet agreed, leading the way, and I followed him, urging without ceasing.

I don't know if the sword soul is dead, but judging from the bloody smoke just now, he was still injured by this wooden knife. I think he probably won't dare to come back.

I don't want to care about the sword soul anymore. I have more important things to do.

I followed the Prophet around the village for a while. Soon a small temple was seen. This temple is no different from the land temples in the rest of the villages, except that there is an extra cross on the top of the temple.

I sighed and thought to myself: these people are really good enough to follow the local customs.

The Prophet went in first and muttered something inside the temple. Then he came out and said to me, "Holy Messenger, please come in." Then he stepped back a few dozen paces. Presumably the messenger inside told him to do so.

I nodded, and walked inside the little temple, which was very narrow. A curtain made of white cloth hangs in the middle, and in front of the curtain is a futon.

There was a very unbeaten voice, which sounded from behind the curtain: "Zhao Mang, you came to see me." ”

When I heard this voice, I was angry and funny. It's more about joy. I sat on the futon and said to the curtain: "Mr. Lu, you have been good at pit people recently." You are an old miscellaneous Taoist priest, when did you become a holy envoy of Christianity. Good guy, don't pit me now. Trap the whole village. ”

The person behind the curtain, who could it be if it wasn't Mr. Lu? The wooden knife already identified him. When he heard me say this, he laughed cheaply: "Zhao Mang, didn't you also become their savior?" Speaking of which, you're the savior I hand-picked. ”

I waved my hand: "Mr. Lu, the joke is not like this, you are blaspheming other people's beliefs." ”

Mr. Lu smiled and said, "If they are really sectarians, then naturally I don't dare to joke, I have to treat them as Taoist friends, so that I can respect them." But, hey, but have you read their scriptures? Enough to make me happy. ”

I was stunned for a moment and asked, "What scriptures?" ”

Mr. Lu said: "I have seen it, and it was appointed by the Ming Emperor." Except for the name of God and Christianity, the rest are made up by the Ming Dynasty. What is loyal to the monarch and patriotism, three outlines and five constants. It's almost pedantic to stuff something into it. ”

I suddenly felt a sense of sadness, these people who were far away in a foreign land, the only connection with their own race was faith. But even this belief has been tampered with beyond recognition. They worshipped for 600 years, and they were all wrong.

Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, Mr. Lu smiled and said, "Zhao Mang, you shouldn't be stupid to believe it, right?" ”

I shook my head, "I've seen it for a long time, but I think it's weird." Since you're back, why don't you go to the empty house to see us? How can you make such a joke here? Although you are a bad person, you are not so boring. ”

As I spoke, I reached out and lifted the curtain. When I saw something behind. I felt like my heart was going to stop.

There was no one behind the curtain, only a coffin.