Chapter 364: Chapter 364: Endless_1
Sikong Tu addressed him as ’young brother’ all the time, speaking so politely, without any airs or arrogance, and even humbly seeking advice.
This naturally made Qin Feng’s fondness for him grow a bit more. So, Qin Feng didn’t play coy, directly replying, "From Sakura Country!"
"Sakura Country again? A wizard from Sakura Country dares to come and wreak havoc in our Dragon Country? They’ve got some nerve!"
The moment Sakura Country was brought up, Sikong Tu became uncontrollably enraged, filled with righteous indignation. Seeing his reaction, Qin Feng guessed that this stubborn man must have experienced something.
Therefore, he asked out of curiosity, "Taoist Sikong, you just said ’again from Sakura Country.’ Have you clashed with their wizards before?"
"Those wizards from Sakura Country are the scum of humanity, no better than a bunch of beasts, heartless beasts! Over a hundred souls in Tuniu Village, they’ve turned them into something neither human nor ghost. Ah..."
Sikong Tu took a long sigh, his face filled with regret as he said, "It’s also because of my lack of ability that I was unable to save them."
"Tuniu Village? If Taoist Sikong finds himself free one day, you could take me for a visit. Maybe I could be of some small help."
"I am free today. Once Elder Zong is cured, I’ll take you there."
"Alright!"
Now that the cause of Zong Jiliang’s misfortune had been clarified, Sikong Tu began to perform the ritual.
He slapped the talisman in his hand onto Zong Jiliang’s forehead, then started to chant some incantation while making hand signs.
"Break!"
Sikong Tu shouted loudly, then with a sword finger, he pointed at the talisman on Zong Jiliang’s forehead, which immediately began to emit white smoke, followed by a burst of blue flames.
Accompanied by the crackling sound of the flames, Zong Jiliang’s face twisted violently, contorting into a ferocious expression, as if about to devour someone.
"Evil spirit, won’t you come out?"
With another stern shout from Sikong Tu, a plume of black smoke emerged from Zong Jiliang’s mouth, coalescing into a humanoid form—these were the Souls of the Dead.
"Die!"
As Sikong Tu yelled, he lunged forward with a sword finger, piercing into the chest of the Soul of the Dead.
"Ah!"
Following a heart-wrenching scream, the Soul of the Dead dispersed.
Sikong Tu was so exhausted that he was gasping for breath and plopped down onto a chair, saying, "The witches from Sakura Country really do have formidable witchcraft. To get rid of that Undead soul just now almost cost me half my life!"
Qin Feng took over the conversation, saying cheerily, "Taoist Sikong, I’m afraid your half-life might not be enough. There’s more than just one Soul of the Dead inside Elder Zong’s body."
Indeed, no sooner had Qin Feng’s words fallen than another plume of black smoke drifted out from Zong Jiliang’s mouth, forming an even larger figure.
Even though his esse had not recovered, Sikong Tu dared not be careless and quickly stood up from his chair, lunging forward with another sword finger aimed at the newly emerged Soul of the Dead.
"Ah!"
After another agonizing cry, another Soul of the Dead was pierced and vanished into thin air.
Then, yet another stream of black smoke rose from Zong Jiliang’s mouth, and the third one came.
...
Half an hour later, after Sikong Tu had consecutively dispelled nine Souls of the Dead, not only was he too tired to stand, but his fingertips were also swollen.
Completely drained, he wanted to rest for a bit. But then, the tenth Soul of the Dead emerged.
"Damn it! When will this ever end?" Sikong Tu couldn’t help but curse out loud.
Qin Feng stepped forward, asking with a smile, "Taoist Sikong, do you need my help?"
"I can’t go on, I’m nearly dead from exhaustion. If you can, please take over for me! If we settle these scourges and rescue Elder Zong, I’ll share half of that one billion reward with you."
"Alright!"
Qin Feng nodded in agreement, and then he approached Zong Jiliang.
"Slap!"
Qin Feng delivered a resounding slap across Zong Jiliang’s face.
This action left everyone present dumbfounded.
To think someone would dare to slap his father across the face in front of him—how could Zong Shucheng tolerate it?
Pointing at Qin Feng’s nose, he shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Saving your dad, of course!" Qin Feng replied with a chuckle.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a thick cloud of black smoke, akin to exhaust from an old car, spewed out from Zong Jiliang’s mouth, nose, and ears, filling the room with dark fog in the blink of an eye.
The black smoke coalesced into several twisted human faces in the air.
Zong Shucheng immediately felt a chill down his spine and stood frozen in place.
Shangguan Yan was also startled and instinctively moved closer to Qin Feng. She felt subconsciously that only by Qin Feng’s side could she be safe.
As for Taoist Sikong, despite being a powerful Taoist, the sight of so many Souls of the Dead emerging all at once took his breath away.
"Damn! Elder Zong’s body is actually harboring so many Souls of the Dead? And they all look rather fierce?"
Forcing himself to stand, Taoist Sikong said to Qin Feng, "Young man, even if it costs me my old life today, I must exterminate all these scourges!"
