All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 127 The Soul-Calling Ghost

After crossing the courtyard wall, the two roads split into two.

Ji Ran had originally planned to go directly into the main hall, just as the caged bird had said. However, after careful consideration, he decided to take a different route.

As soon as he entered the church, he realized something was wrong.

There were also many areas on the walls of the church that were blackened by artillery fire, which had obviously been hit by the Boxers' elm cannons.

But now, the wall was smooth and intact. Ji Ran took a closer look and found that in some blackened areas, the wall there had actually appeared a hint of black and red. The wall bricks there seemed to be filled with flesh and blood!
Ji Ran tapped it lightly, and it was still elastic.

[Bloodline Meat] (Materials)

Effect: Instantly repair injuries and fill any defects in objects.

Note: Contains a highly toxic substance. If objects are contaminated for a long time, evil spirits will be born.

Ji Ran's eyes flickered slightly, he stretched out his hand and crushed a brick next to him!

click-

After the dust settled, a wriggling piece of flesh appeared within the brick wall! No wonder the Boxers hadn't broken it! It was this repairable flesh that withstood the bombardment of the Elmwood Cannon.

It turned out to be the case.

Ji Ran did not delay any longer and walked directly along the church wall. Soon, a sealed window appeared in front of him.

However, Ji Ran only took a quick look. In his deduction, the strange book in this room seemed to be guarding something, and he was worried that if he entered, he would scare the fish.

He continued forward, and a strange noise, along with the fragrance of the surrounding green flowers, reached his ears.

The sound sounded like a buzzing sound from afar, but when it got closer, it was clear that it was a dense crowd of voices.

It’s like when there’s a big market in the countryside, but you’re still some distance away from the market, and the noise is so loud that you can’t hear the real voices.

Ji Ran saw a priest in black standing next to the flower garden, recording something.

He didn't hide his figure and walked directly towards the priest. These second-rate devils are still alive, so they must be familiar with these big devils.

The priest heard the noise and turned around, revealing a face with a high nose and deep eyes. He was writing something in a notebook with a black pen in his hand.

Ji Ran's originally calm eyes suddenly became gloomy.

He saw that in front of the priest, there was no flower garden.
They were clearly blood-red vines with dead heads stuck in them! All of these heads had their mouths open, constantly recounting their experiences.

That is the head of the Boxer Society.

"Liu?"

The priest looked a little surprised, but with a cold demeanor, he said, "It just so happens that I've already memorized most of the information about these people."

"Go take the other box behind the door...eh?!"

The priest was stunned.

He stared blankly at the familiar face in front of him, and looked in disbelief at the sharp sword that pierced through his chest!
"you!"

The priest's face suddenly became ferocious!
Click!

On the thick leather notebook in his hand, human heads appeared one after another! Green flames burned in the eyes of those heads. Each one was only the size of a thumb, shriveled up to look like a skeleton, as if only a piece of human skin was stretched out!
The first group that came out looked just like the human heads in the field.

After being bitten by the human head, the priest's muscles bulged like lumps, and hideous and weird mouths began to grow on the surface of his skin!
But before the transformation could reach his shoulders, Ji Ran twisted the sword in his hand, pointing the blade upwards, and pulled fiercely -

puff!
The priest was split in two from the chest upwards, his entire body like a blood-red flower that had been opened, emitting streams of hot steam.

Snapped!
The notebook fell to the ground. The priest danced and grabbed around, but he stumbled two steps and fell into the flowers of human heads.

As blood poured out, the heads of the people spoke even faster!
To Ji Ran's ears, the life story he was telling sounded like a replica of the Hanged Man.

Ji Ran picked up the notebook on the ground.

【Prayer】 (Pseudo-life tool)
Effect: The life of the deceased can be recorded. The person recorded will be trapped in the book and pray to God for eternity.

当前信徒：大靖妇女173人、男子34人、孩童143人、义和会31人、朝廷死囚145人。

……

Looking at the bloody numbers, Ji Ran's knuckles turned white while holding the knife, and he immediately lost interest in reading any further.

He just held the blood-stained Kunwu horizontally!
Stab it!

A light flash of the knife passed by, and the notebook immediately shattered into a handful of scattered fragments.

Waves of thick yin energy dissipated from it.

Ji Ran looked at the fragments and suddenly understood the "pseudo" in "pseudo-life tools." They were essentially some kind of special ability, attached to ordinary objects. They were a kind of "spirit"-like existence. Destroying the object was equivalent to destroying the pseudo-life tool.

However, the real life tool cannot be destroyed in any way.

Ji Ran vaguely grasped the source of this world's extraordinary power. Unlike the Southern Han's path of cultivation, this world's power came from "spirits." The Yihe Society's spirits came from the people of China, while Western spirits came from strange spirits that possessed objects.

The imperial court must also have similar spiritual blessings. And they are the roots of this world's power!
Ji Ran put away his sword and walked towards the house in front.

Before he could get close, he saw a tall figure walking out of a house with his upper body naked, holding a naked woman under his arm.

He simply opened a room next door, threw the woman in, locked the door, and walked back contentedly.

"Hmm?" The burly man suddenly saw Ji Ran, waved his hand lazily, kicked the wooden barrel beside him, and shouted, "Hey, Sanzi, are you still awake?"

"Come, pour me a basin of hot water to soak my feet!"

The burly man was none other than Wang Ermaizi. He looked at Ji Ran, who had transformed into Liu Sanyan, with disdain in his tone. This villain also had his own set of contempt chains.

Wang Ermaizi used to be a bandit, and belonged to the Hengmen among the eight secret gates: Fengma Yanque, Henglan Rongge.

Don’t worry about whether these bandits from Hengmen have committed many evil deeds. Anyway, they believe in the brotherhood of the green forest and can’t stand a cruel, ruthless, and coward like Liu Sanyan!

Ji Ran didn't say anything. He walked over, picked up the wooden basin, and followed him into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, his eyes fixed!
I only saw the eight-immortal table in the room, leaning against the pear blossom chair. I didn't know from which official's house they had been stolen. But on the chair hung a woman's bellyband and a pair of embroidered shoes tilted to one side.

On the table, jackets, shorts, and linen corsets were scattered around, and in the middle, a shiny, bright enamel pocket watch was placed.

Wang Ermazi heard the noise and turned around. He glanced at Ji Ran and said, "Are you just standing there looking for death? Go get some water!"

boom!
His fierce scolding only brought a gust of wind! He just looked at the thick wooden barrel that was swung up, smashing down like a hammer!
Bang!
The bucket hit Wang Ermaizi on the head, making him furious!

"Damn it, you're looking for death!"

As soon as he looked up, he saw a fist coming towards him!
Wang Ermaizi waved his hand to block it, but he didn't expect that the punch was so heavy and so fierce!
Click!
“Eh? Ahhhh—”

His entire arm was like a dry and crispy biscuit, broken into pieces in an instant!

"you!"

He gritted his teeth, and a dog head behind his head tore his scalp and was about to bulge out!
Bang!
The next moment, a large hand grabbed his scalp! Wang Ermazi felt a sharp pain as if it was hitting his entire body from the top of his head!
boom!
The big hand pressed him down and slammed him against the wall next to him, then it inserted its hand into his head like holding a little chicken!
His eyes were as big as eggs, and the whole piece of black dog skin that was sewn to his body behind his head was torn off from the back of his head alive and bloody!

Ji Ran simply waved his hand, tore off the dog skin and threw it on the ground.

"Ahhh-"

Wang Ermaizi rolled on the ground in pain.

Click!

Ji Ran broke a table leg and watched Wang Ermaizi wailing quietly.

When he recovered a little and was about to look up, he was hit on the bloody head with a stick!
"what!!"

Wang Ermazi held his head and said, "What are you going to do?"

Ji Ran lifted his chin with a wooden stick and said indifferently, "Give me the silver dollar."

"What silver dollars!"

boom!
"Give me the silver."

"I don't have any silver dollars!"

boom!
"Don't!!"

boom! !

One stick after another. In just seven or eight hits, Wang Ermaizi was beaten to pieces.

"I... I really don't have any silver dollars, really, really..."

"Please, spare my life..."

"Uh!?"

Ji Ran grabbed Wang Ermaizi's braid and lifted him up. Wang Ermaizi looked at Ji Ran with horror, as if he had noticed something, and trembled, "You...you are not Liu Sanzi!"

“You… who are you?!”

Ji Ran looked at him and touched the painted skin. The face with pointed head and small eyes slowly twisted.

In Wang Ermaizi's terrified eyes, there were reflected sparse, pale, messy hair, a face as thin as a skeleton, and pale, unfocused, blind eyes!

"It's you! It's you!!!"

"Blind Liu!!!"

His teeth chattered non-stop, his body, covered in broken bones, squirming like a maggot! He wanted to get away from this face that made him despair!

The old man looked calm as he touched Wang Ermaizi's chin.

"So, you don't have any silver dollars either."

Pfft!

The broken table leg went through his right eye and directly into his brain!

boom!
Wang Ermaizi's head hit the door frame, his brains spurting out of his nostrils. He trembled like a dead fish, his left eye fixed on the old man.

The lonely church spire is right in front of you. The majestic church looks like a demon that chooses its prey.

The old man's figure slowly straightened up, like a javelin!
Go and fight with that pointed canopy!
Wang Ermaizi felt cold all over and was terrified.

The last time he closed his eyes, he just muttered to himself - A ghost has really come to this world to take his life.

(End of this chapter)