Chapter 130 Fire

I stood with my hands clasped behind my back, watching the dried corpse dart around with the old woman on its back. Lao Wu was also losing ground.

Wang Xiaohuan stepped on the weak points of his opponent's footwork, forcing Lao Wu into a flurry, and was nearly hit in vital spots several times.

Lao Wu finally couldn't help but shout, "Boss, aren't you going to summon the ghosts and gods? If you don't, we're really done for."

"Don't you think he'd like to get out?" I suddenly lowered my hands, clapping twice in the air. A loud noise suddenly came from inside Unit 1, and intense flames spewed out from the corridor.

The raging fire only reached half a foot beyond the doorway before it was yanked back by an invisible hand. The wails of ghosts shook the corridor, and all the glass on the first floor shattered instantly.

Before Lao Wu could breathe a sigh of relief, I slowly said, "Don't be happy. The flames weren't suppressed by your boss. It's because we hung a white lantern on the first floor!"

"When I left, I gave your boss a little bonus."

"If he picked up those bills and counted them, he would definitely see the witchcraft spells drawn on them. I'm afraid he just threw them in a drawer in anger."

"I guess he didn't look, did he?"

"You..." Lao Wu was caught off guard and struck in the chest by Wang Xiaohuan, sending him flying.

As Lao Wu struggled to get up, he sneered, "It's noon. Your people should be dead."

At this moment, Butcher Wang, sitting in the kitchen, also heard a sound like nails scratching the ground outside.

However, she nonchalantly took out a bottle of wine from her backpack and poured it over her knife.

Butcher Wang was offering a sacrifice to her blade.

I never understood why the people of Tu Men (Butcher Clan) never performed any rituals when killing humans, but always poured wine when slaughtering ghosts, gods, or demons.

Either they washed their hands with wine, or they offered wine to the blade.

As the fragrant wine flowed down the edge of the cleaver and onto the ground, the sound of claws scratching the ground outside grew closer.

By the time Butcher Wang looked up, the old couple was gripping the doorframe, looking into the kitchen.

When Butcher Wang first came in, they still looked somewhat human.

Now, they had turned into evil ghosts, their bodies black and their mouths full of fangs.

Butcher Wang, knowing that the evil ghosts were approaching, unhurriedly turned on another empty burner until the blue flames soared as high as they could go. Only then did she turn to face the door.

Butcher Wang exchanged a brief glance with the two evil ghosts, and then pushed the wine bottle straight out. The evil ghosts at the door saw the wine bottle coming at them and instinctively reached out to grab it.

The black porcelain wine bottle, filled with half a bottle of strong liquor, exploded in their hands. At the same time, Butcher Wang swept the cleaver across the burner.

The flames dancing in the burner seemed to be cut off by Butcher Wang, held flat on the blade.

After the cleaver, carrying the string of flames, swept through a semicircle, the fire shot out from the blade and met the scattered wine, instantly sealing the door with a blinding fireball.

Butcher Wang burst into action, her blade cleaving straight through the distant flames.

The rolling flames in the air were split in two by Butcher Wang's blade, swirling to both sides of the door, and then vanishing in an instant.

As Butcher Wang stepped out of the door with her cleaver, a dismembered corpse lay on the ground outside.

One evil ghost had been killed by Butcher Wang, but the other was nowhere to be seen.

Butcher Wang stood in the room with her knife, sniffed the air, and followed the smell of burning flesh out the door.

As Butcher Wang stepped onto the stairs, the lights in the stairwell began to flicker, and it seemed like more people had suddenly appeared upstairs and downstairs.

Those people hid in the corners of the stairs, watching Butcher Wang's movements and waiting for a chance to attack.

Butcher Wang sneered and pressed the cleaver against the iron railing of the stairs, dragging it forward. The piercing sound of the blade, along with the sparks from the friction of steel, filled the stairwell, and the figures in the shadows retreated.

Butcher Wang walked towards the entrance, saying softly, "It's noon outside. You're afraid of the light and even more afraid of the flames, so you can only come back!"

"If you don't want to be hacked to death by me or burned alive by the sunlight, I can give you a choice."

"Tell me where the person in charge of Shanglin Community is, and I'll let you go!"

Butcher Wang's speed of speaking and descending the stairs were both perfectly controlled. By the time she finished speaking, she had reached the bottom of the stairs and blocked the evil ghost that had escaped earlier.

The evil ghost was trembling with fear, but dared not rush out of the building. It could only huddle in the small patch of shadow between the doorway and the stairs, kowtowing to Butcher Wang repeatedly.

Butcher Wang held her cleaver and said, "You don't need to beg me. I'm never soft-hearted towards my enemies."

"You can only choose to live or die."

The evil ghost looked up at Butcher Wang, then at the outside, and finally gritted its teeth and rushed out of the building.