Mo Chuan pulled the tall man back, then knocked him out with a casual flick of his wrist. After tying him up, he tossed him and the previous Zhao Huaqiang and the thin tall man to the Jiu Tun Tong Zi behind him.
One Kusama-hito and two hooks for three people. Not bad.
Hearing the increasingly dense footsteps outside, Mo Chuan frowned and said to Jiu Tun Tong Zi, "Take these three people out to the police first, then block the back door later."
Jiu Tun Tong Zi nodded at this, saying, "Be careful."
...
Seeing his three brothers captured by something, Fo Ye flew into a rage and summoned the thugs he had gathered beforehand.
The hall was suddenly packed with over a hundred people. Many took out their phones, dispelling the darkness around them.
"Damn it! You have to find my brothers! Beat that thing to death! Leave ten people, Second Brother, you take the rest and go!" As soon as Fo Ye gave the order, the surrounding thugs immediately drew their baseball bats and knives, following the young blond man towards that corridor.
An old man in a Tang suit stood behind Fo Ye, stroking his beard, and asked, "Uncle Hu, what's going on? Wasn't it just one kid we were supposed to deal with? How did it turn into this?"
Fo Ye's face darkened as he said, "Uncle Hu, that seems to be a ghost, and its methods are very strange. My three brothers have all fallen into its trap."
"A ghost? Hmph, I don't think so." The old man in the Tang suit clearly sensed something, turned, and walked towards another corridor, intending to go around.
On the other side, a group of thugs entered the corridor, each cautiously walking forward.
"Boss, this ghost..." One thug clearly felt that Fo Ye had been a bit too alarmed before. The corridor looked like nothing was there?
Jianzhou was originally the territory of various spirit mediums, and there were generally not many ghosts. Now, a ghost with such an evil nature suddenly appeared. As a Jianzhou native, he initially didn't believe it and thought someone was faking it.
The young blond man didn't believe it at first either, but after witnessing Xiao Liu's disappearance and his knife being forcibly pulled away, he began to have some doubts.
"Be careful," the young blond man said with a dark expression, holding his phone to light the way.
"Second Brother... help..." "Second Brother... hurry... Ah..."
The familiar cries for help made the young blond man instinctively abandon his thoughts and rush towards the direction of the sound.
Two dark figures lay slumped on the ground, their groans seemingly indicating their weakness.
"Boss..." Several thugs behind him tried to stop him, but it was too late.
Under the beam of the phone's flashlight, the source of the sound was revealed to everyone—several mops, several buckets... and two crows.
When illuminated by the phone, the crows seemed to be activated, their scarlet eyes opening instantly. Then, with a strange caw, they flapped their wings and flew across the entire corridor.
Next, all the thugs in the corridor, as if they had seen something terrifying, dropped their baseball bats and knives with ringing sounds. Following that, everyone began to scream madly, their eyes rolled back, and they fainted.
The fear effect of two layers of [Mental Pollution] was already difficult for ordinary people to bear. Coupled with the silence added by [Night Cut] and the [Cognitive Distortion] caused by the third layer of [Mental Pollution], these people would basically fall unconscious for a period of time in their hallucinations, and some might even never wake up, or wake up with some mental illness.
Mo Chuan watched the situation of the crowd from the shadows and thought that while this group of controlled individuals was good, they probably couldn't be used recklessly, or he'd end up in jail. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"As expected, there's no ghost at all. It's clearly a little ghost playing tricks here."
Mo Chuan looked behind him upon hearing this. He saw an old man in a Tang suit standing not far behind him. As the old man finished speaking, he pushed his hands forward and assumed a stance. A white fighting spirit emanated from his body, faintly glowing white in the darkness.
"Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain!"
The old man's hands exchanged punches rapidly forward, while his steps moved forward, his toes brushing the ground a few times. In a few breaths, he arrived in front of Mo Chuan. Before Mo Chuan could react, he delivered a right hook, a left straight kick, and a left claw. It was evident he was well-trained and came with bear.
Empowered by the white fighting spirit, Mo Chuan was directly sent flying by the old man, falling straight to the ground—although there was no damage, there was a control effect! A solid pushback!
This old fellow, over sixty years old, came to deceive, to sneak attack. I, an eighteen-year-old youngster, am not practicing martial ethics.
Mo Chuan rubbed his waist with a pained expression, then got up from the ground and said, "Old man! Can you practice some martial ethics? You're so old! And you're still sneak attacking?"
The old man in the Tang suit was stunned—not because of Mo Chuan's excessive double standards, but because Mo Chuan was clearly a ghost cultivator, yet an esper who was at most eighteen years old, and not a martial artist, could stand up after taking his combo, and even looked unharmed. Was this reasonable?
He had killed espers with this move before! And they were martial artists!
The old man in the Tang suit frowned, then changed his stance, approaching Mo Chuan again with disbelief, and shouted, "Overlord Breaking Reins!"
The old man's legs burst with fighting spirit, then he slightly crouched, exerted force with his legs, and charged at Mo Chuan again.
But this time, Mo Chuan wouldn't be as defenseless as before. He swung his grappling hook and threw it at the old man.
However, the old man, like a smooth old loach, didn't get caught like the others Mo Chuan had hooked. Instead, he slightly sidestepped during his charge, raising his left arm. With his fighting spirit, he actually deflected the grappling hook and, rubbing against the chain, rushed to Mo Chuan's front.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Chuan immediately released [Misfortune Pendulum] with his lantern, intending to create some distance from the old man.
However, the old man sensed Mo Chuan's movement just before his left hand exerted force. So he stopped his steps, changed his move on the spot, saying, "King Yama's Flick!" Before he finished speaking, the old man spun several times in place, and the fighting spirit radiating from his body spread out, forming a sphere that protected him.
The eerie green spiritual power collided with the white fighting spirit. Mo Chuan's lantern was bounced back, while the old man remained unmoved. He continued to throw three punches at Mo Chuan's shoulder, chest, and right hand, directly repelling his body several meters and causing him to crash hard against the wall.
"Ha... ha..." After all, the old man was old. Even with the strong S-class ability "Qi Transformation Fighting Armor" enhancing him, using a powerful explosive fist technique like Baguazhang still consumed a lot of his stamina.
"How is it? You little thief? My fighting spirit must have been tough to endure, right?" After stabilizing his breathing, the old man retracted his stance and slowly spoke. In his opinion, the young man was basically on his last breath.
"If it weren't for... you... sneak attacking..."
The old man: "???"