Chapter 142: Brothers’ Death Battle (Part )

The girl's clear voice echoed in the ancestral hall. The Zhao brothers looked around in astonishment, all with a somewhat terrified look. Only Li Daoxuan and Zhao Laosan looked different.

One was shocked, the other thoughtful.

The sound came from far away, accompanied by a cold wind.

The candles in the ancestral hall were flickering and many lights were extinguished in an instant. Only the candles in the lanterns were still lit, swaying left and right with the sobbing sound.

"Don't kill me, don't"

"It hurts, why do you do this to me?"

"Wow, Dad, where are you? I'm so scared."

……

When the girl's voice came, Zhao Laosan looked outside with red eyes.

The iron sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

"Yinyin, Yinyin! Is that you?" Zhao Laosan shouted around like crazy. "Are you there! Yinyin! Come out and see daddy. Daddy misses you!"

"Dad, it hurts so much. It hurts so much. I can't breathe. I feel so uncomfortable." The girl's voice got closer step by step. Footprints formed by water droplets appeared on the stone slabs. She walked towards the crowd. Many people felt cold all over and their limbs became weak.

They looked at Boss Zhao in horror, and some of them were even scared to the point of wetting their pants.

"Ghost!"

"Help! Help me!"

The strong men screamed in pain.

Soon, some people started to have dull eyes and mutter nonsense. Or they pinched their necks with their hands, and the veins on their arms bulged. It can be seen that they were trying very hard. Even when they were about to suffocate, they still refused to let go of their necks.

"Why do you do this to me? Why? Woo woo..." A sobbing little girl's voice came, and several of the ten people who originally besieged Li Daoxuan became crazy in an instant. The remaining survivors looked around in panic, and they were only afraid of this strange situation.

Just hearing the sound, the people around went crazy. The person who was pinching his neck with his hands even choked himself to unconsciousness. The other people were not in a good state either, and they were talking nonsense.

"It's haunted! There must be a ghost!"

"Help! I don't want the money anymore. I don't want the money anymore!"

The strong men ran out of the ancestral hall with trembling voices and trembling legs, but at this time they saw a little girl standing outside holding a baby.

She blended into the night, her entire body emitting an indescribable blue color.

There was a strange smile on his face and tears and blood kept flowing from his eyes.

"Don't leave, stay with me, play with me."

The little girl's voice kept repeating in her ears, and the timid person was already losing his mind and his spirit was broken.

Li Daoxuan saw a man crying and dropping his weapon, covering his head and rushing outside. He shouted as he ran, "Don't blame me! Don't blame me! I don't want to kill you! I don't want to! Ahhhhh!"

The man went into the night outside the ancestral hall, and soon there was a splash of water. It seemed that something jumped into the well in the courtyard of the house, and then there was no more movement.

This situation has frightened everyone. Although there are martial artists and thugs among them, and everyone has killed people more or less, not everyone can withstand such a ghost.

There were not many of the remaining ten people who were capable of fighting, only Boss Zhao and a man with a ferocious look were left.

Seeing that he is not frightened by ghosts or monsters, we know that this ferocious man is not a simple person, and he is probably responsible for more than just one or two deaths.

In this way, the only ones who can fight against Li Daoxuan and the other two are Boss Zhao and this man. However, compared with the crisis just now, it seems to be much better.

Li Daoxuan pinched his fingers and pressed several acupuncture points on his body, then sat on the ground to meditate and restore his Dan Qi and strength.

He said to Zhao Laosan: "Please buy me some time, Third Young Master."

"I will." Zhao Laosan clenched his teeth, trying hard not to let the tears flow.

He looked at the little girl standing outside, his eyes filled with longing.

Looking at the eldest brother Zhao, the third brother Zhao's thoughts turned into hatred. "Brother! How many more people do you want to kill before you stop? What kind of wealth and glory do you want to be satisfied with? Open your eyes and take a look! How many people have died because of your and father's selfish desires!"

"Did you hear that?! Big brother! Yinyin was crying out in pain! She asked me why I wasn't with her! You asked me why I did that? This is the answer!"

Zhao Laosan threw away the only remaining iron sword in his hand and picked up a long knife from the ground.

His eyes became as sharp as an eagle's, staring straight at Boss Zhao. He clamped the back of the long knife at his elbow and slowly wiped the blood off it with his clothes.

The long sword hummed, and the blade reflected Zhao Laosan's bloody face in the candlelight.

He leaned forward slightly, staring at Boss Zhao sharply.

"Okay, okay! Everyone in your family is like this. Even if I become a ghost, I will not let me go. Hahaha, okay!" Boss Zhao laughed wildly, his eyes bloodshot like an evil spirit.

The long sword in his hand hummed softly, and hard muscles bulged in his arms.

"Now that things have come to this, there is nothing more to say. Third brother, only one person from the Zhao family can walk out of this ancestral hall today." After the eldest brother Zhao finished speaking, he rushed towards the third brother Zhao at a quick pace, wielding his long sword and attacking with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

The other vicious man glanced at Li Daoxuan who was meditating, then looked at Boss Zhao who had already rushed forward, and muttered, "Kill one first!" He was not willing to be left behind, and followed Boss Zhao to attack Zhao Lao San.

There were two tigers on the left and the right, and Zhao Laosan felt a little troubled when he saw the situation.

At this moment, a long knife fell from the ground and suddenly shot towards the vicious man. The man was startled at first, then he retracted his strength and dodged to the side. Before he could stand firm, another seven or eight candles flew towards him.

"Hehe, play with me." The little girl's laughter rang in his ears. The man held the knife in both hands and looked around vigilantly.

While the vicious man was fighting with the little ghost, the Zhao brothers on the other side were already fighting desperately.

Boss Zhao's swordsmanship is extremely domineering, and each move is like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

However, Zhao Laosan's swordsmanship was exquisite, and his moves were both offensive and defensive. He was not overwhelmed by Zhao Laoda's momentum at all.

Ding! Ding ding——!!

The clanging sound of long swords echoed in the ancestral hall, and the white light of the swords lit up the darkness. Under the dim light, the two men were already blood-thirsty.

The swords flashed, the blades collided, the blades cut through the air with a hissing sound, and they attacked each other with all their strength, constantly changing the direction and posture of attack.

When Zhao Lao Da swung his long sword, Zhao Lao San chopped back. The two long swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

A knife chopped on the candle holder, and the wooden candle holder was cut in half.

A knife hit the red coffin, and a gap was created in the thick coffin.

The whistling sound of swords and the endless sound of blacksmithing echoed throughout the ancestral hall.

The lantern was cut into pieces and fell to the ground, the candle inside flowing out and burning along the wooden candle holder.

The flames gradually rose, and a big fire was brewing.

The swordplay became more and more wild and ruthless, as if he was determined to chop the opponent into pieces.

After several rounds, Zhao Lao Da and Zhao Lao San had knife wounds on their faces and bodies, their clothes were tattered, and blood soaked their bodies through the wounds, like two wild beasts.

The sound of shelves falling down could be heard continuously; the fight between the two brothers had already affected the entire ancestral hall.

Li Daoxuan, who was sitting on the ground in meditation, recovered some strength after completing three small cycles. His Dan Qi quickly replenished, but he still stood up from the ground, enduring the pain all over his body.

He looked at the Zhao brothers who were fighting to the death not far away, holding the iron sword and ready to go up and help.

Before he could move, Zhao Laosan's voice came: "Little Taoist priest, this is the Zhao family's business!"

Li Daoxuan nodded silently and looked at the other vicious man who was haunted by the ghost of the little girl.

He used the blood on his face to write a Taoist talisman on his palm, chanting as he wrote: "Thunder from Mount Tai in the east, thunder from Mount Heng in the south, thunder from Mount Hua in the west, thunder from Mount Heng in the north, thunder from Mount Song in the middle, all five thunders will be launched quickly."

After writing the thunder talisman in his palm, he leaped towards the vicious man, instantly bending his five fingers inward, palms facing forward, and shouted: "Zha!"

There was a flash of lightning in his palm, and a thin bolt of lightning instantly pierced through the man's head.

(End of this chapter)