Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 25: Fortune and Disaster

"Evil... evil spirit, I saw the evil spirit again!"

The old beggar squatted behind a big tree, pointing in the direction of Lin Beixuan and the zombies, but no one knew who he was pointing at.

Mountain spirits and ghosts in the surrounding jungle also noticed this crazy old man.

But what was surprising was that when these mountain spirits and ghosts saw the old beggar, they had no intention of attacking him. Instead, they quietly moved away from the old beggar's range.

Now all their attention is focused on Lin Beixuan who is fighting with the zombies, wanting to see how this living man can defeat a dead man.

The living have their own way, and the dead have their own way.

It was not yet daybreak, and how could they tolerate a living person coming to their territory to cause trouble? As long as the other party was defeated by the zombies or showed fear, they would rush over and devour the other party.

Lin Beixuan took the Ghost Hall in his hand. A thick black gas as dark as ink emanated from the Ghost Hall, and an ominous aura of disaster gradually spread.

He looked at the zombies in front of him and had already made up his mind to get rid of them once and for all.

"Shh..."

Although the zombie's body was stiff, once it was freed from the narrow entrance, its entire body rushed towards Lin Beixuan like a wild horse.

Lin Beixuan knew that he could not compete with the opponent in strength. His only advantage was that as a living person, his body was more flexible than that of zombies.

When the zombie was about to rush in front of him, he nimbly twisted his body to the side, and his palm passed through the gap in the zombie's chest, and slapped the bloody face.

The thick Yin energy slapped on the zombie's face. The black energy seemed to have a corrosive effect and madly drilled into the zombie's eyes and nose. Stimulated by the Yin energy, the zombie immediately let out a painful scream.

Logically speaking, for evil spirits like zombies that grow in places where yin energy breeds, the damage caused by yin energy should not be that great.

But the Ghost Hall is different from ordinary yin energy. It accompanied the first generation of Fengdu County Magistrate throughout his life. It was considered a burden to Li Tianchang and was influenced by the Legalist spirit of punishment.

After his death, he was buried in the coffin and absorbed negative energy for who knows how many years. The fusion of the two made the negative energy in the Ghost Hall extraordinary.

The yin energy carries the majesty of judicial punishment, and when it invades the bodies of the zombies, it is as painful as eating arsenic.

However, Lin Beixuan was not feeling well either. Holding the Ghost Hall with his bare hands would have a significant impact on his body.

Now his entire arm has been infected by the Yin energy and has become bloodless, most of his energy has been lost, and his expression does not look good.

"As early as the first time you bit me to death, I thought about finding an opportunity to kill you. No kidding."

Lin Beixuan slapped the zombie in the face, then chopped the zombie's neck with the knife in his left hand.

For any humanoid creature, the neck is more fragile than the head. This time he could clearly feel the hatchet chopping into the zombie's neck, causing heavy damage to it.

But there was also a drawback, that was the knife was stuck by the zombie's tilted head, and no matter how hard Lin Beixuan tried, he couldn't pull it out.

Immediately afterwards, a huge force hit Lin Beixuan's chest, and his gorgeous clothes were directly torn to pieces by the zombies, leaving several long claw marks on his chest.

Blood quickly flowed out and turned black in an instant. It was obvious that the zombie's claws were filled with corpse poison.

Lin Beixuan frowned in pain, blaming himself for being greedy.

However, there was no other way at this point, so he quickly used the Blue Butterfly Colorful Cloud Step to escape the zombies' attack range.

The Blue Butterfly Colorful Cloud Steps are light and swift. They were originally a light-footed skill evolved by the vengeful spirit Fang Caiyi through dancing. Although it cannot be considered a light skill, it can make the body light and increase speed while moving around. It is most suitable for dealing with the heavier zombies.

"Roar……"

However, when Lin Beixuan retreated, the zombies slowed down, with a hatchet stuck on their necks, and pounced on them like a ferocious tiger with terrifying power.

The walking corpses have a low sense of pain. Except for the Haunted Hall, the hatchet cannot cause much slowdown to them. They can recover from their wounds by finding some living creatures.

Lin Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself that this was not good. It would be great if he was a magician, so he could treat the other party like a dog. "We can even shoot them together!"

Lin Beixuan became furious and rushed towards the zombie, picking up the Ghost Hall and preparing to hit the zombie on the head again.

He could see that although the zombies were ferocious, they were not feeling well after being attacked repeatedly by him. Now the two of them were in a fight to see who could seize the opportunity to strike the other again and who would survive to the end.

The moment the zombie pounced, its sharp fingers almost pierced through Lin Beixuan's shoulder. Severe pain surged to Lin Beixuan's brain. The half of his body that was eroded by the Yin Qi was already stiff and slow in movement, and now he was even more powerless.

However, Lin Beixuan also took this opportunity to counterattack. Jing Guitang passed through the gap and poked the zombie's eyes with its sharp edges.

The eyes are the most vulnerable part of a zombie. Being injured there is even more painful than the previous knife wound to the neck. More importantly, the evil energy of punishment penetrated into its brain and almost wiped out the only trace of its soul left.

"Hahaha……"

"If I didn't kill you this time, I'll come again next time to see how long you can hold out."

Lin Beixuan laughed loudly. He knew that since the group just now failed to send the zombies to see the King of Hell, there would be no chance later.

Now, dark and smelly blood was flowing out of his mouth, his shoulder was pierced by a zombie, and the corpse poison had invaded his body, so he could no longer exert any strength.

I have to say, this zombie is really tough!
"Hooho..."

The zombie was completely crazy at this time. It realized that it would not live long and was anxious to devour Lin Beixuan.

Seeing the zombies staggering towards him, Lin Beixuan leaned against the tree behind him, knowing that he was probably going to die.

But at this moment, a mysterious chanting sound suddenly sounded not far away.

Lin Beixuan's eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be that the interpretation of the lottery had come true, and a master came to save him?
But when he looked, he found that the person chanting the spell was none other than the crazy old beggar.

The spell was still the familiar spell. The old beggar held the sword finger, stomped the ground with his right foot, and grabbed the wrist of the sword finger with his other hand, shouting in a babbling voice.

"God of Earth bless me, guard the Yellow Stone, keep all evil away, and suppress evil with the sword..."

"Sword! Sword! Sword!"

He raised his sword and pointed it at none other than Lin Beixuan himself.

"???"

"Just wait, you damn old beggar!"

Lin Beixuan was so angry that he couldn't even speak. The damn zombie was right in front of you, but you didn't look for it. I didn't expect it to still stare at me.

But he knew that the old beggar's spell was useless and was just a trick to scare people.

"Get out of here now!"

Seeing the zombies getting closer and closer to him, Lin Beixuan cursed the old beggar for the last time and closed his eyes almost resigned to his fate.

However, everything is not over yet. The old beggar stomped the ground anxiously, and his sword kept pointing in the direction of Lin Beixuan.

Then, something happened that no one expected. For some reason, the old beggar's voice became more and more passionate, and his tone seemed to contain some kind of divine power. The leaves swayed at this moment, and a strong wind suddenly whistled on the flat ground.

"The sword suppresses the evil spirit, the sword suppresses the evil spirit!!!"

A divine light flashed in the old beggar's eyes, and a brilliant light suddenly shot out from his rough and dirty fingers.

"The sword is coming!"

(End of this chapter)