Chapter 172
Chapter 172
The moment Old Sixth Hui finished speaking, an immense force descended from the heavens and smashed into him.
Even with Old Sixth Hui’s cultivation, the blow hurled him more than thirty feet away. He hit the ground coughing torrents of blood.
In the blink of an eye, another tremendous force struck toward him.
Hua Jiunan hurriedly stepped in front of Old Sixth Hui.
With a muffled boom, the phantoms of a Green Pine and a Jiao dragon rising around Hua Jiunan instantly scattered.
He was sent flying as well and slammed heavily into the courtyard wall.
Chen Daji roared at the sight.
“Holy hell, you’ve gone too damn far!”
Before Chen Daji could fire his slingshot at the sky, that enormous force howled toward him.
The reckless, hot-blooded man screamed as he flew high into the air.
Then he crashed down directly onto Eighth Master Chang.
After those three strikes, the pressure vanished and everything returned to normal.
Tears streaming down their faces, the little mice squeaked anxiously as they surrounded Hua Jiunan and Old Sixth Hui, their eyes full of worry.
Zhao Fei hurried over and hauled the two men upright.
“O-Old Immortal, Big Brother, are you all right?”
“Don’t scare me!”
Hua Jiunan shook his head without speaking. He took out his golden needles and quickly pierced several major acupoints on his body.
Then he spat out a mouthful of clotted blood.
He immediately took out a medicinal pill and fed it to Old Sixth Hui.
Afterward, he worked the golden needles through his acupoints to dissolve the medicine’s power.
“Sixth Brother, how do you feel? Are you all right?!”
Although Old Sixth Hui’s face was pale, his spirits had clearly recovered considerably.
“Don’t worry, young master physician. I won’t die!”
Just then, Eighth Master Chang’s tearful voice drifted over.
“Young master physician, Sixth Brother Hui, if the two of you are all right now, could you move the little bastard off me?”
“He landed right on my seven-inch vital point…”
Hearing that, Hua Jiunan and Zhao Fei hurriedly carried the unconscious Chen Daji onto a dormitory bed.
Old Sixth Hui crouched down, channeled force through both palms, and loosened Eighth Master Chang’s muscles to restore his circulation.
Eighth Master Chang was almost in tears.
“Sixth Brother, I didn’t do anything! I just coiled up and played dead. How did I still get hurt?!”
“Would staying farther away from that little bastard Chen Daji make things better next time?!”
Old Sixth Hui had no idea how to comfort the unlucky Eighth Master Chang and could only change the subject.
A short while later, the miserable Eighth Master Chang finally recovered his mobility and slithered dejectedly into the dormitory behind Old Sixth Hui.
By then, Chen Daji had also regained consciousness under Hua Jiunan’s treatment.
“Big Brother, Sixth Brother Hui, did the people up there agree to our request?!”
As he spoke, Chen Daji weakly pointed toward the sky.
Old Sixth Hui’s eyes brimmed with gratitude and irrepressible excitement.
He nodded firmly.
“Yes! They agreed!”
“From now on, our Gray Family may select three little ones from each generation to cultivate under the young master physician!”
“Brother Daji, thank you!”
Happy for Old Sixth Hui, Chen Daji waved the thanks aside.
“We’re all brothers. What are you thanking me for?”
“Sixth Brother, I only have one tiny request.”
“The next time I say something wrong, could you stuff a little less dirt in my mouth?”
“That stuff reeks, and worse, it’s hard to digest. It gives me the runs every time…”
Old Sixth Hui thought for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
“All right. I’ll try to control it in the future…”
The outcome delighted everyone. They exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
Only Eighth Master Chang remained dejected, unable to stop himself from humming the song Chen Daji often sang.
Why am I always the one who gets hurt…?
Meanwhile, back at the Li family villa, the instant Hua Jiunan destroyed the mummified corpse with the Three Killing Art, another of the mummified corpses before Li Jiao exploded.
Chunks of flesh and dry bone flew everywhere.
Li Jiao took the brunt of it. With a scream, she flew backward.
She collided with Li Feng, and the two crashed heavily to the floor.
Li Jinlong suffered even worse.
By sheer misfortune, a dry bone stabbed directly into his left eye.
The excruciating pain and terror of sudden blindness made him faint on the spot.
Even a tiger would not eat its own cubs.
Worried for his only son, Li Feng endured the pain, shoved Li Jiao off him, and scrambled toward Li Jinlong.
“Son, how are you?!”
“Don’t scare your father!”
After climbing to her feet, Li Jiao ran hysterically to the statue of the evil god.
“Impossible! This is impossible!”
“How could three mere brats break my Wutong Death Curse?!”
As she spoke, Li Jiao took three foul-smelling dough figures, each four inches tall, from a clay jar.
Then she bit her finger and wrote the birthdays of Hua Jiunan, Chen Daji, and Zhao Fei on them.
“You will all die! You must die!”
“Wutong God, Wutong spirit, Wutong descends and strikes down armed men.”
“When Yama calls you to die at the third watch, none shall keep you until the fifth!”
After chanting the incantation, Li Jiao picked up the Dough Doll bearing Hua Jiunan’s birthday and snipped its neck with her scissors.
“Cackle, cackle! Die!”