His movements were too fast, and Yang Tianhong didn't have time to stop them. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know how long this inn has existed here, most of the wooden door frames have rotted, Meng Qi kicked it, and the thin door panel immediately made a crisp cracking sound, concave inward, and the sharp and crisp wooden strips suddenly "stabbed and collapsed". The furious Meng Qi couldn't care so much at all, turned sideways, shouted a vague scolding in his mouth, held the knife in his right hand, and opened the five fingers of his left hand, pinching it into a seal with the effect of attacking and increasing the strength, like a wild lion stimulated by insults, his beard was all open, and before the broken door panel completely collapsed, he had already rushed into the house with inertia, and the dagger with cold light stabbed straight towards the throat of the third lady.

All this was too sudden, Yang Tianhong, who was standing next to Meng Qi, didn't have time to react, and the three ladies who stayed in the house and manipulated the wooden people and wooden cows to make flour were naturally even more unlikely to notice. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses, instinctively turned sideways to avoid the attack, but her right hand was subconsciously raised, trying to grab the oncoming dagger.

Yang Tianhong followed closely.

He could see very clearly that the hands of the third lady were no longer in human form. The five white and delicate fingers completely disappeared into three hooked claws with sharp cuticles at the tips. As the order progresses, the skin on the surface of the arms and arms also changes, and a layer of tiny blue-gray scales appears, reflecting a palpitating cold light in the candlelight.

"Youkai, suffer death!"

Meng Qi roared sharply, and the dagger's attack and speed did not decrease in the slightest. Caught off guard, the third lady could only open her hook and head towards the dagger. Her claws were as hard as iron, and the moment they collided with the tip of the dagger, a sonorous spark erupted. Meng Qi was very surprised, but he didn't reduce the strength of his hand because of this, and the direction of the dagger's movement slid downward, going down the third lady's arm. easily pierced the big red dress on his body and inserted it deeply into the left shoulder socket.

The Meng family has been businessmen for generations. From a very young age, Meng Qi kept in mind his father's teachings: you can't get angry easily, and you must be level-headed when doing things. Even if you encounter something difficult, you must not be hot-headed. This is the way of business, and it is the way of the Venerable Master.

However. Some things can be endured, some can't.

The servants who followed him out this time were all cronies of the Meng family. Several of them are still old people who have followed the Meng family since Grandpa Meng Qi's generation. They all watched Meng Qi grow up, although their identities were different, but those faces were deeply imprinted in Meng Qi's mind from his childhood. To a certain extent, for these old servants, Meng Qi's feelings are even greater than those of other family members who are related by blood.

In the room before, when he saw Meng Zhong turn into a black donkey, Meng Qi's mind was full of fear.

I understand that the three ladies are playing witchcraft in it. The fear in Meng Qi's mind also turned into rage.

The demon clan kills people, the demon clan eats people, these things have always been heard. However, turning living human beings into monsters and animals is absolutely unforgivable.

Meng Qi only felt that his entire body was wrapped in raging flames, urging himself to produce unimaginably powerful power. The position of this knife stab is a little off, and it happens to be in the middle of the gap between the collarbones of the three ladies. The blade was firmly stuck, and it was impossible to advance or retreat for a while. Meng Qi's face was full of hideousness, and he gritted his teeth hard. Desperately gripping the hilt, trying to thrust the dagger deeper.

Because of Yang Tianhong's relationship, Meng Qi also got a lot of pill benefits. It's just that his cultivation time is still short, and his cultivation has only reached the second level of qi refining. As the saying goes, "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers", Meng Qi didn't think that the monster of Sanniangzi was so terrible. He was completely supported by a bloody and courageous spirit. There is no concept of cultivation as strong or weak in my mind at all. At this moment, he only had one thought, which was to stab the third lady to death, then skin and debon, and eat his flesh. Sleep on the skin.

That's pretty much how the so-called madmen and idiots play. Even peerless masters are afraid of madmen who are not afraid of death.

The red dress on the third lady's body flew in mid-air, like a strange and inexplicable flame. Her face was pale, she turned sideways in pain, firmly clasped the middle of the dagger with her right claw, raised her head, and on her fierce face, she couldn't see black in her eyes, and it completely turned into a faint yellow-green. Even the pupil changed from a circle to a vertical line.

Her voice was sharp, and there was even a faint echo in the room: "You, who are you? Dare to oppose me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you all and throw them into the iron pot one by one to boil them into broth?"

The hook and claws of the third lady were sharp and hard, Yang Tianhong couldn't tell the true strength of this monster, and he didn't have time to answer, so he suddenly pulled out his saber, jumped behind the third lady, and slashed from the opposite direction. The blade fell obliquely with the sound of "whirring" wind, and immediately cut off the entire right shoulder of the third lady. This kind of serious injury is obviously not something that the third lady can bear, her eyes are wide open, her lips open involuntarily, her body suddenly tightened, and she let out an extremely sharp and painful scream.

The movement of this fight in the room was too loud, and the guy who slept in the inn next door also ran over when he heard the news. Rushing to the front is a strong man with a round waist and big arms, with a flower cloth scarf wrapped around his head, and the upper body of the **** is covered with black thick hair. The two thick thighs have strong muscles, and he holds a bright kitchen knife in his hand. Just by looking at this appearance, it is not difficult to guess that he is the cook in the inn.

The space in the third lady's room is limited, Yang Yuan and Yang Yi are well versed in the essentials of martial arts, and they also understand that their young master is extraordinary. Two men stood guard at the door and did not go in. Seeing a dry shop guy appear from the two sections of the corridor, he immediately pulled out a steel knife, and one person greeted him.

The cook with a kitchen knife is very powerful, and his appearance is also fierce and vicious. After all, Yang Yuan had the strength of the third layer of qi refining, and when he rushed up, the steel knife reversed from bottom to top, and the blade cut horizontally through the fat belly of the cook, accompanied by the scattered blood and water, drawing a silver-white arc in the air.

As soon as the cook's right hand was released, the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a "clatter". He lowered his head, stared at his belly with frightened and angry eyes, and screamed in horror: "Intestines, Nima, why did my intestines fall out?"

This sentence that makes people laugh and cry seems to have some kind of magical power. Yang Yuan, who had already retracted the blade and was about to slash the second knife head-on, clearly saw that the fat cook's head had changed sharply, his nostrils were raised high in front of him, and his two ears had suddenly become larger. The hands that were originally holding the kitchen knife kept retracting, just under the gaze of their own eyes. The five fingers became hoof-shaped, and the belly grew larger. At the end, the cook howled, rolled over to his side, and turned into a pig with its belly cut open and lying in a pool of blood and snorting.

Behind. In the opposite direction, Yang Yi saw a similar situation to Yang Yuan.

He cut down a shopkeeper who was originally pouring tea in the inn and was lean. The knife easily sliced the guy's waist. The severed body writhed back and forth on the ground, turning into a four-legged, white-haired, curly-maned pug.

The strength of these monsters is average, and they can't talk about any cultivation at all. At best, that is, slightly stronger than the average human. It's like a brave and ruthless gangster on the street, who looks very scary with tattoos all over his face, but as long as he picks up a stick and beats him, he will definitely not perform much better than the bastard son who was crushed by his father.

Meng Qi leaned sideways and hugged the waist of the third lady. He opened his mouth and bit down the monster's neck. This mouthful was full of strength, rough and wild, and it tore off a large piece of flesh, and a large piece of blood gushed out from the broken veins, and the broken muscles extended upwards along the texture, and the terrible wound occupied half of the third lady's cheek. She let out an incomparably painful scream again, but she could no longer push Meng Qi away with her severed right hand. He could only let Meng Qi open his mouth and spit out the meat in his mouth, and then bite down again towards other body parts.

Biting. It is also a way of fighting.

"Enough!"

Yang Tianhong stretched out his hand and blocked Meng Qi: "Don't kill her, leave her alive for the time being." Either way, she had to cast a spell to turn those brothers who had turned into donkeys back. ”

The muscles on Meng Qi's face twitched, and his chest rose and fell violently. The placket of his clothes was completely soaked with blood. He stared at a pair of eyes that almost bulged out of his sockets, and his mouth was open, and saliva mixed with blood slowly trickled down his teeth and the corners of his mouth. After nearly half a minute, Meng Qi fiercely pulled out the dagger inserted in the shoulder of the third lady. Pulled a chair from the side and sat down, leaning forward, two elbows supporting his knees, like a hungry fighting dog that had not yet tasted the flesh and blood of its prey and had not eaten enough, staring at the three ladies with bloodshot eyes.

The battle outside the room ended faster than expected. Except for the disemboweled pigs and the dogs cut in two, the ground was littered with flesh and blood. There are unrecognizable sheep, chickens with their heads cut off, praying mantis with half of their bodies gone, and a few black ants that are particularly large.

There are many types of yokai. Some youkai are so powerful that they can transform into human form just by relying on their own cultivation. There are also some youkai who are not very strong, but they can transform into human form by being infused into their bodies by powerful yokai with special spells. This kind of monster can speak people's mouths, and when it encounters danger, it can only rush to escape. In many legends of Zhiwei, there is a description of a demon king occupying the top of the mountain and hundreds of monsters under his command. In fact, those little demons can only wave their flags and shout on the side, and the final battle can still only be solved by the demon king.

Yang Tianhong firmly stepped on one of the legs of the third lady, held a steel knife diagonally on her neck, and asked coldly, "What is your original form?"

Monsters all have their original forms. The animal corpses killed by Yang Yuan and Yang Yi outside were the original forms of the inn guys after they died.

The third lady made a scalp-numbing "hissing" sound from the depths of her throat, and her tongue stretched out from between her teeth, flexibly ****ing in the air. The tip of the tongue is forked, and the legs are gradually becoming shorter and thicker.

It's not a snake, it's supposed to be a lizard or something like that.

A pair of vertical pupils stared at Yang Tianhong viciously, but he was a little afraid, and even avoided Meng Qi's gaze next to him.

Monsters are also the same as people, they are brave and ruthless, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard.

The corners of Yang Tianhong's mouth slowly curved, revealing a hint of sarcastic ridicule: "I saw you use spells to drive away wooden people and wooden cows, we don't have any holiday with you, and we don't plan to kill people and destroy the store." Don't say I didn't give you a chance, turn back the people in the room who have eaten bread and turned into donkeys, and I'll let you go. ”

Hearing this, the seriously injured Sanniang suddenly laughed, and a hoarse voice mixed with a fishy smell came out of her mouth: "Damn human, do you think I will believe this kind of deceitful lie? Let those people turn into donkeys all the time, you will throw a rat bogey, and you will never kill me." But once you turn them back, I'm worthless to you. When the time comes, it will be unpredictable whether to live or die. If you have the ability, kill me now, hahahaha...... Upstairs and downstairs, there are more than 100 humanoid donkeys for the old lady to bury!"

Yang Tianhong put away the smile on his face, and his expression became as cold as steel: "No one dares to threaten me with this kind of thing." Anyway, your men have already been killed. You should also go to hell to be with them. ”

As he spoke, Yang Tianhong pursed his lips, raised the steel knife with his backhand, and slashed at the thigh of the lizard wrapped in blue-gray scales under his feet. The blade drew a vague trajectory in the air, quickly sinking into the third lady's left leg. The power of the power completely exploded, and the legs and feet of the short monster were torn apart from the body. Spin and throw it out.

His movements were very sudden, and no one thought that Yang Tianhong would do it when he said it, and there was no room for maneuver. The third lady was stimulated by this sudden sharp pain, and couldn't help bending over, covering the wound of the broken leg with her remaining left hand, writhing and struggling desperately, and screaming with all her strength. However, without waiting for this sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow to be relieved a little, the third lady saw it with great fear. The handsome, ruthless young men standing in front of him raised their knives again and slashed at their right legs.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The third lady screamed desperately: "I change, I listen to you, I will change them all back, change back!"

Youkai know that there is a kind of person in this world. It's called a nobleman.

It is said that the nobles were very rich. It has a high status in the world. They had many servants and even had a large number of slaves. For slaves, nobles were free to live and die. If a noble person died, the number of slaves accompanying him in the burial alone could be as high as thousands. In the eyes of nobles, human life is worthless, and it is even a piece of.

The third lady felt very frightened. I obviously met a nobleman. Only nobles will not care about the lives of their slaves, even if those who have eaten the bread have become black donkeys, they still have to hack themselves to death to vent their anger.

And no wonder, compared to slaves. A sturdy black donkey is worth more.

The third lady held back the pain, raised her right arm tremblingly, pointed to the basin of talisman water on the wooden table that had not been used up, and gasped and said, "That, just use that." ”

Yang Tianhong lifted the steel knife and used the tip of the knife to flick the broken leg of the three ladies lying on the ground, and the coldness of his speech and attitude did not change at all: "To be specific, how to use it?"

No one likes this inn, and no one wants to stay with a bunch of youkai. Yang Tianhong just wants to solve the matter as soon as possible, the third lady's leg has been broken, and it is obviously impossible for her to save people in order with a basin of water.

The third lady was very smart and immediately understood what Yang Tianhong meant. She endured the sharp pain from the wound, tried to raise her head, and said seriously, "This runic water also has the spiritual effect of shape-shifting solids. Just dip a little on the top of your head and on the soles of your four hooves for a maximum of half an hour to re-transform into a human form. Then, mix this talisman water with clear water, drink a bowl per person, and there will be no big problem. ”

Yang Tianhong nodded, called the guards Yang Yuan and Yang Yi who were waiting outside the room, and ordered them to carry down Meng Zhong, who was lying in the room on the second floor and had turned into a black donkey. In front of the three ladies, the water was placed on the top of the unconscious black donkey's head and four hooves. After about five or six minutes, the sturdy black donkey gradually changed. The legs and feet contracted, the hooves became five-fingered, and the tail shortened dramatically at a rate visible to the naked eye. In the end, the ears of the two long donkeys disappeared completely, and they turned back into Meng Zhong, a follower in a black uniform.

Meng Qi poured out a small half bowl of runic water from the basin, took the kettle placed on the table, and mixed the runic water in the bowl into a full bowl. With his left hand, he picked up Meng Zhong, who was still unconscious, and with his right hand, he held the bowl and approached Meng Zhong's mouth. Meng Zhong seemed to be thirsty, and a large bowl of water was drunk in an instant. Meng Qi had just put him down, but Meng Zhong suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and lay on the edge of the bed, opened his mouth, and with a "wow", he spit out a large pile of filth with a strong stench.

Yang Tianhong didn't know much about demon magic, and there was no record of the demon clan's spells in the "True Spirit Record". After all, it was a secret book of demon secrets and racial characteristics, not a detailed explanation of demon magic.

However, when he was on Mingfeng Mountain, Yang Tianhong heard some solutions to witchcraft from his peers. At that moment, he immediately asked Yang Yuan and Yang Yi to go to the kitchen of the inn to bring a few basins of water and let Meng Zhong fill them in large bowls. This is a method of cleansing the intestines and can effectively remove impurities from the body. Meng Zhong vomited even more on the spot, but the effect was obvious, he gradually regained his senses, although his body was a little weak, he was already able to speak, and he could recognize everyone present, and he could call out his name.

The third lady didn't lie, the magic solution was indeed true.

The sun has risen.

In the inn, the rooms are busy, and there are figures going back and forth everywhere. The first group of people to be disspelled were running back and forth with the basin of water, and the ground between the well in the backyard and the inner room was damp, and several burly men took turns bending down to carry buckets for water. As the retinue of the Meng family, who had been transformed into donkeys, woke up, the sound of vomiting continued to come from the room. Soon, the air inside and outside the inn became cloudy, and a disgusting sour stench filled the air.

Yang Yuan and Yang Yi carried the third lady with her legs broken and moved her to a fairly clean empty room.

Yang Tianhong closed the door and window, blocked the stench wafting in from outside, glanced at the pale and dying third lady, threw the cloth bag containing the wooden doll and the wooden cow in front of her, and said lightly: "You are a smart person, you should know what I want." (To be continued.) )