Just as my words fell, Han stared at me intensely, his bloodshot eyes becoming even more crimson.
In the next second, his gaze turned cold again, like a sharp sword piercing through my heart.
"Who are you? What do you want to do!? "
His tone grew extremely serious.
In fact, saying seriousness on a corpse who is driven by grudges and stubbornness, it's somewhat out of place.
But it's just that Han Xu has this very quality, not feigned, because he is already dead; a fierce zombie can't fake an aura.
In fact, Han Xu is not evil.
This was demonstrated from the moment I met him in the Ghost Wall and even more so after the Reaping Ghost came out and told me to go.
I deliberately say that he has committed all kinds of evil because I want Han Xu to break his guard.
In a hurry, he might say something about certain things to defend and clear himself.
Just that, Han Xu's reaction was beyond my expectations.
He didn't even need guidance, and he still saw something suspicious!
I certainly can't say my real thoughts, after all, that might be a big secret in the cultivation Daoist's exercise!
Deceit and manipulation are definitely no use on Han Xu.
My thoughts in my mind are faster, more numerous. Once I have an idea in my heart, my eyes become sharp.
Against Han Xu, I didn't retreat at all, my voice low and somber: "My name is not Tang Qian. I'm called Luo Xianshen.
Han Xu's gaze grew even colder and sharper, with a hint of confusion.
From his reaction, it seems that he was just angry with me for tricking him and didn't recognize me.
Taking a moment to steady my breathing, I continued, "Among the Supervising Daoist, there is a person named Sun Zhuo. You may not know me, but you must know who Sun Zhuo is?"
Instantly, Han Xu's gaze turned to admiration and envy.
His tone became heavier, and he said, "Master Sun Zhuo is an extraordinary talent in Daoism who was enlightened at the age of nineteen and entered the Daoist path. He entered Shenzhen Village in just six years, capturing multiple starving ghosts, now 29 years old, his strength is beyond measurement. Among the Supervising Daoist, he ranks highly, even surpassing some elders!"
"Do you know Master Sun Zhuo?" Han Xu asked, curiosity filling his tone.
"Extraordinary talent? Unmeasurable depth?" I scoffed.
Instantly, Han Xu's face changed color, becoming even more angry.
Before he could speak again, I shook my head and said, "An extraordinary talent that is rare in a hundred years, fundamentally is a waste who lies in bed and needs a wheelchair for mobility, unable to take care of himself even in daily life."
"He doesn't have the destiny to cultivate the Yangxin, which means his whole life is doomed to be mundane. But he has a ruthless father."
"In order to make him stand up and have a good life, my own uncle, Sun Dahai, who is my father's brother, personally pierced my heart, liver, spleen, and lungs with twelve steel needles!"
"He told me that it's called the Hosue Twelve Palace, and I don't deserve this life. It should belong to Sun Zhuo!"
"Sun Zhuo's talent was stolen."
"In the coldest days of January and February, I was thrown into the snow by Sun Dahai, left to fend for myself!"
"I struggled to survive for ten years, living with extreme caution."
"But since I returned to Jin Yang, you Supervising Daoists have been chasing me relentlessly!"
"Black and white, do you have any in your eyes?"
"Right and wrong, do you know how to differentiate?"
"In broad daylight, you hold those who seize others' life force up as the pride of the heavens, while pursuing and attacking this person who has been persecuted!"
"You Supervising Daoists aren't exactly without doing evil!"
"What, do you have any reasons to argue back?"
Each word I said left Han Xu more astonished, his eyes filled with disbelief!
In the next instant, Han Xu's voice was extremely hoarse as he roared, "You're outrageous! You're spreading lies! And you're slandering me!"
I mocked Han Xu and looked at him for a long time.
Han Xu stared at me fiercely, his gaze not waver at all, nor did he show any sign of wavering.
I shook my head and said, "I don't need to argue with you about why I entered this Ghost Wall. Do you know why?"
"I can't kill Sun Zhuo now, so I can't get my revenge. However, I can take one of your heads! I suppose at least your master knows who you are among the Supervising Daoist."
"When they see your head, they'll know that Luo Xianshen is not someone to be trifled with. A cornered dog will bite, and an enraged rabbit will too."
"Oh, I almost forgot. Sun Zhuo also committed another crime. He deceived a woman and killed her cruelly, turning her into a zombie to be used by Sun Dahai."
"You Supervising Daoist saw the woman's sister, saw her destiny, and even revealed your true nature. The old Daoist Zhang Xu led many other Daoists to attack us."
"If it weren't for Uncle Huang at the City God Temple and Siye, you might have succeeded."
"Your crimes are too numerous, and your ways of death are too numerous. I can only seek some interests first from you."
"Next life, don't be a Daoist."
With those words, I trembled my hand, and two razor blades appeared in my palm.
Actually, the nine branches of the funerary line have swords.
The executioner who cuts off heads, the watermen who recover corpses, all have knives for cutting heads and prophecy knives. But those things are too large, usually stored in suitcases. At this moment, they are all in Zi Yin's house, and I can only take out the razor blades.
The razor blade was held to Han Xu's neck.
I gently pulled the razor blade, and Han Xu's skin was cut open for a short distance.
Han Xu stared at me even more fiercely, the crimson in his eyes grew heavier, and a hint of unwillingness appeared in the bottom of his eyes.
Mixed with his unwillingness was a trace of hesitation, and even suspicion!
The force on my hand increased, and Han Xu's neck was cut open for a quarter of his skin by me.
The razor blade went even deeper, cutting through flesh and bones.
Han Xu's head trembled slightly, and his eyes widened even more!
His suspicion deepened and increased, and a trace of terror also emerged.
The suspicion was not directed at me, nor was the terror because of me.
……
The method I used was very simple.
If he can leave, he wouldn't want to die again.
Furthermore, everything I said was the truth.
Truth is most likely to shake people's confidence.
It's like a terrifying folk custom; if it's true, a few words can make someone break out in cold sweat. If it's false, even if it's compiled to be very realistic, it still cannot resonate with people.
Corpses and ghosts are more sensitive to truth and lies.
Just like in the derelict building, Zhao Kang was able to tell that I was lying.
Since Han Xu sensed that the previous words were suspicious, he must now realize that I am no longer lying to him.
The razor blade went deep into the stiffened corpse flesh.
Han Xu's face twitched, and his eyes showed a bit of dissipation.
The next second, he opened his mouth hoarsely, "Stop!"
My hand didn't stop, and it even pressed down deeper!
"Risking entering the Ghost Wall again just to take my head, it's not worth it!"
"I don't believe your words."
"If that's true, it would be too terrifying!"
Han Xu's speech sped up!
My razor blade directly cut through a quarter of his flesh, pressing down onto the bone.
In the next instant, it could cut off his head!
My eyes grew even colder, and I paid no attention to Han Xu. The force on my hand grew even heavier, and even the sound of the blade scraping against the bones could be heard.
"You need to present evidence!"
"If it's really true, you can't just cut off my head and should take me out instead!"
Han Xu grew urgent, and his voice began to sharpen!
"Take you out? Don't you think you're telling a joke?"
My hand paused, and my eyes became even more disdainful and mocking.
However, my heart became extremely agile!
Han Xu is incredibly patient, but he still fell for it!
