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Uncle Nine said in a deep voice,
"It's likely that when they possessed the body, they absorbed the power of Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai..."
At this moment, Qiu Sheng slowly woke up, but his face was pale.
It was as if I had been seriously ill.
"what happened?"
"Master...I don't know either. Just now when I was trying to light the fire..."
The two ghosts pounced on us, and then... I know nothing more.
"Did you untie the ropes binding them?" Uncle Nine asked.
"Hmm...yes, it's untied."
Hearing this,
Uncle Nine sighed heavily, unsure of what to say.
Then, as if he had just thought of something, he quickly asked:
"Wait, where's the woman's body?!"
Qiu Sheng felt a slight pain as his master gripped his arm tightly.
Seeing her master's anxious expression, she said weakly:
“That female corpse… I, we didn’t have time to…”
Uncle Nine's expression grew increasingly grim.
The two sorcerers were alright, but the female sorcerer was the most troublesome.
On her deathbed, she jumped into a well filled with extremely dark and yin energy.
Not only did it want to become a vengeful ghost, but it also wanted to use that pent-up resentment to complete its transformation into a zombie.
If she really succeeds...
Uncle Nine dared not think any further, as most of his magical power was currently being used to neutralize the corpse poison within his body.
The last vestige of magic power had just suppressed the souls of the two sorcerers.
"Qiang, hurry and pull the woman's body out of the well!"
Uncle Nine gave the order in a deep voice, then murmured,
"I hope it's not too late."
Ah Qiang got up from the ground and coughed a few times while covering his neck.
Then, gritting his teeth, he led a few of his men and ran wildly toward the well.
Uncle Nine entrusted the unconscious Wencai to Maoshan Ming's care.
He followed them.
The crowd gathered around the well, the pale moonlight spilling onto the well water.
A female corpse with a coin sword stuck in her body floated in the well.
"I hope her back is turned to the sky..."
Uncle Nine walked over quickly, muttering to himself.
"With your back to the sky, your soul remains unchanged."
Ah Qiang burst into laughter and said:
"Master, we really are lying on our backs to the sky! We are incredibly blessed!"
Uncle Nine breathed a sigh of relief and ordered them to retrieve the female corpse.
Ah Qiang was obese and stood guard at the well.
He held the well pulley in his hand and slowly lowered his two companions down.
At one point, a scream suddenly came from the well.
"Ahhh!!"
"The Money Sword has dissipated!!"
Uncle Nine came to the well and took a look.
The woman's body was found to be face up.
And one hand was tightly gripping another person's leg.
She slowly opened her eyes, and her body was floating on the surface of the water.
A-Qiang was terrified and desperately tried to crank the well pulley to pull the two men up from the well.
However, it was destined to be in vain.
With an explosion, two figures flew out of the well and landed on the ground.
However, one of them was missing an arm or a leg.
They were already dead beyond any doubt.
"Afu Ashou!!"
Ah Qiang cried out in grief.
Then the sorceress rushed out of the well, ignoring the two of them.
Instead, they headed towards Uncle Nine's residence.
"She's going to release the souls of those two sorcerers! Go after her!"
Uncle Nine used his movement technique to rush towards his home as well.
……
How could Maoshan Ming be a match for the female sorcerer?
He was beaten black and blue in no time and the wine jar was easily taken from his hands.
The sorceress smashed the wine jar, releasing her two subordinates.
Uncle Nine arrived just in time and saved Mao Shanming's life.
He then engaged in battle with three half-corpse, half-ghost sorcerers.
However, Uncle Nine was unable to mobilize his magical power.
He could only rely on his martial arts skills to persevere.
But after all, two fists can't fight four hands.
He carelessly revealed a weakness and was kicked in the stomach by the sorceress.
Uncle Nine spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and landed heavily on the ground.
His breath weakened, and his face turned deathly pale.
Ah-Qiang mustered his courage and swung his knife, but was punched and had several ribs broken, falling to the ground.
"This is it, we're doomed..."
Mao Shanming glanced at the seriously injured Uncle Nine and Ah Qiang.
Looking at the weak Qiu Sheng,
Add to that the coma of Wencai.
He closed his eyes resignedly; this time, he was truly doomed.
Qiu Sheng gritted his teeth, staring at the three monsters closing in, and coldly snorted:
"Don't be smug, Junior Uncle will definitely avenge us!"
"At that time, your fate will be a thousand times more miserable than ours!"
His dying words were harsh.
It didn't frighten the three monsters; instead, it brightened Uncle Nine's gloomy eyes.
He suddenly remembered the letter left by his junior brother.
What was the last sentence again?
"In case of any misfortune, come here to the statue of the Patriarch, and you will be safe..."
Uncle Nine murmured, repeating this phrase.
His face suddenly lit up with excitement, and he shouted:
"Hurry to the Ancestral Master's Hall! Hurry!"
Uncle Nine took a deep breath, grabbed Wencai with one hand and Aqiang with the other.
They rushed into the incense hall.
Qiu Sheng didn't know what it meant, but he obediently did as he was told.