Rat Thirty-two spoke in terror.
Clearly, he knew what that whistle represented.
Old Mo was still blowing.
The squeaking didn't stop.
But Rat Thirty-two, after his initial surprise, became furious.
He raised his nine-section whip and smashed it towards Old Mo:
"Shut up, shut up..."
Naturally, I wouldn't let him harm Old Mo.
I moved to intercept him directly.
Old Mo continued to blow while fending him off.
I charged again, engaging him in combat.
But soon, we discovered something unusual.
Many rats suddenly appeared around us.
Some burrowed out from cracks in the ground, others leaped down from the ceiling.
But more were scouting the surroundings.
At first, they were all small rats.
Pairs of glowing eyes flickered in the darkness.
There was nothing special about them; it felt like these rats couldn't help.
At this stage, we still had to handle it ourselves.
However, at this moment, my uncle, who was fighting deep within the morgue, suddenly shouted towards us:
"You two, borrow some fingertip blood from Miss Chen Yao. Her blood can break demons."
With that, he continued to fight fiercely with Huang Qiniang.
Upon hearing this, I instinctively glanced at Chen Yao.
Chen Yao was still by the doorway, looking terrified.
But she hadn't run; she had stayed.
After hearing my uncle's words, she also froze for a moment, looking a bit lost.
Old Mo and I hesitated for a moment, then I said:
"Old Mo, hold on for a bit."
"Okay, hurry."
Old Mo replied, circulated his cultivation, and began to single-handedly block Rat Thirty-two.
I quickly retreated.
Approaching Chen Yao.
My uncle said her fingertip blood could break demons.
Perhaps this was Chen Yao's special quality.
It was also why my uncle looked at her with new eyes, even wanting to take her as a disciple.
With time pressing, I didn't waste any words.
I directly addressed Chen Yao:
"Chen Yao, can I borrow some fingertip blood? We need it to kill this demon."
Chen Yao had stayed all along.
Though her heart was shaken and fearful.
She didn't want us to lose.
Hearing that her fingertip blood was useful, Chen Yao didn't hesitate at all.
She nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes..."
As she spoke, she placed her right middle finger on her teeth.
She bit down, and blood began to flow out.
"How much do you need?"
Damn, what a hero!
Let alone her being a girl.
Even some men, upon seeing a demon, would cry.
Forget biting their fingers, even being pricked by a needle would make them cry out in pain for a long time.
They might even need to eat a "Taotao Liangliang" (a metaphor for being completely incapacitated).
Here, in my heart, I truly admired Chen Yao.
But time was precious.
I didn't delay further and directly said:
"Just a little bit is enough!"
After speaking, I took Chen Yao's hand.
And smeared it onto the body of my peach wood sword, drawing a blood mark.
Generally speaking, using fingertip blood to dye a sword, and using blood from the tip of the tongue,
both have the effect of increasing the power of the peach wood sword.
However, the increase is usually not significant.
But my uncle said Chen Yao's fingertip blood could break demons, which was truly incredible.
After dyeing the tip of my peach wood sword, I formed a sword-finger with one hand and slid it along the sword's body.
I chanted a spell in my mind, and finally roared:
"Sword, activate!"
Instantly, my peach wood sword trembled.
A surge of heat spread through it.
This feeling was unprecedented.
In the past, when I activated my sword, it only felt slightly warm.
But this time was different.
It felt like after activation, the body of the peach wood sword became scalding hot.
This was enough to indicate that the peach wood sword, now imbued with blood from the charm spell, had its power increased by many times.
My expression changed drastically, and I looked at the peach wood sword with surprise and delight.
Then, I excitedly said to Chen Yao:
"Thank you!"
After speaking, without waiting for Chen Yao to reply.
I turned and charged towards Rat Thirty-two.
Old Mo could no longer hold him back, retreating step by step.
But at this critical moment, I surged forward.
The peach wood sword in my hand struck down with full force:
"Die, demon!"
I roared.
The peach wood sword in my hand slashed towards Rat Thirty-two.
Rat Thirty-two violently turned his head, his face contorted into a ferocious expression.
He raised his nine-section whip and struck back:
"Presumptuous!"
"Bang!"
Our weapons collided again.
But this time, it was different. After our weapons met.
A red light suddenly emanated from the area on the peach wood sword where the blood had been applied.
A wave of scorching heat erupted outwards.
Rat Thirty-two felt an intense wave of heat, making him incredibly uncomfortable.
It felt as if his skin was about to burn.
He instinctively retracted his strength and retreated.
This instinctive reaction gave me an opening.
Without any hesitation.
I kicked him.
With a "bang," I landed the kick on Rat Thirty-two's abdomen.
Rat Thirty-two cried out in pain.
He let out an "Ah," lost his balance, and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Old Mo raised his double axes and swung them at him:
"Demon Breaking Six Axes!"
This was a technique Old Mo created himself. Though the name sounded a bit chuunibyou,
it was very effective.
He struck six times in rapid succession.
Coupled with the augmentation of his Dao energy, the sound of "swish swish swish" echoed as the axes chopped.
Rat Thirty-two, terrified, quickly got up to block.
Under such haste, he couldn't block effectively.
If it weren't for that special nine-section whip, he might not have been able to withstand even one blow.
He managed to block five hits.
On the sixth strike, Old Mo's axe broke through his block.
The peach wood axe directly hit his left chest.
"Ah!"
Rat Thirty-two let out a scream of pain and retreated.
Blood gushed out with a "sizzle sizzle sizzle" sound.
His body kept staggering backward.
As soon as he stabilized himself, he looked down at his chest.
Blood was flowing continuously, his flesh mangled.
Rat Thirty-two became incredibly enraged:
"Damn it, tonight I will slaughter you all!"
"Heh! We'll see if you have the ability."
I said coldly.
With the peach wood sword now infused with Chen Yao's blood, I felt that defeating him was no longer that difficult.
Old Mo was also very excited:
"In front of us, the Demon Exorcist Duo, you're nothing but a little brother!
Soon, you'll face the gale."
Rat Thirty-two coldly swept his gaze over us.
He snorted, and his left hand spread open.
Black light flashed.
Suddenly, a black iron needle appeared in his hand.
It was about five centimeters long.
Although the needle was small, I found it familiar.
Upon closer inspection, this was the Black Demon Needle from the Black Demon Sect.
How did this Rat Thirty-two have this thing?
As I pondered this, Rat Thirty-two, holding the Black Demon Needle, was about to stab himself in the head.
"Not good, he's going to use the Black Demon Needle!"
I shouted.
Last time, I saw the Yellow-Clothed Ghost use it. After this needle pierced the body,
one's strength would suddenly surge.
At that point, dealing with this Rat Thirty-two might become more troublesome.
As I was surprised and about to step forward to stop him.
The rats, attracted by the whistle, under the command of a rat with white fur, suddenly moved.
With a "whoosh whoosh whoosh," they pounced towards Rat Thirty-two.
One of them even bit Rat Thirty-two's left wrist.
He suddenly felt pain in his hand.
The Black Demon Needle clattered to the ground.
"Damn you!"
Rat Thirty-two roared in anger.
He grabbed and crushed the rat, its blood and intestines spilling out.
At the same time, he bent down to pick it up.
But the ground was densely covered, and many rats had already rushed out.
One of them, with the Black Demon Needle in its mouth, burrowed into a nearby rat hole.
Concurrently, from the ceiling, ground cracks,
and all directions, rats continuously scurried out.
These rats, of all sizes, swarmed onto Rat Thirty-two.
In an instant, Rat Thirty-two was covered in a dense mass of rats.
These rats immediately began to bite him.
Rat Thirty-two yelped in pain and struggled desperately.
A few rats even tried to burrow into Rat Thirty-two's mouth.
But they failed and were bitten to death by Rat Thirty-two.
He used his nine-section whip to continuously strike, resisting.
He killed quite a few rats.
But these rats were fearless, continuing to surge forward relentlessly.
Old Mo and I were stunned.
Rat Thirty-two made squeaking noises like a rat, "zizi zizi."
Perhaps he was saying, "Get away," or something similar.
But the rat swarm continued to press forward.
In an instant, there were over a thousand of them.
Two of them even bit out one of Rat Thirty-two's eyes.
The pain made Rat Thirty-two tremble uncontrollably.
He let out a final roar, and his demonic energy surged.
With a "boom," he sent all the rats within several meters flying and dying.
He himself was covered in blood.
His skin was mangled from the bites.
It was thought that by shaking off the rats, he would be safe.
But the moment the rat swarm scattered.
Old Mo and I attacked from both sides.
I thrust my sword directly at the demon's chest.
Old Mo brought his axe down, aiming for the back of the demon's head.
Rat Thirty-two had just shaken off the rats and hadn't even had a chance to breathe when he saw Old Mo and me charging at him.
His face was filled with horror.
His remaining eye widened slightly.
He wanted to dodge or block.
But it was too late; there was no opportunity.
With two "swishes."
The peach wood sword in my hand pierced directly through his chest.
Old Mo's axe hit the back of his head.
His body trembled.
Staring at me with a look of terror.
He seemed to say something.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spilled out.
He could only make "wuwuwu" sounds.
The nine-section whip in his hand also clattered to the ground.
Immediately after, his body went limp.
This demon fell to the ground, unable to rise.