The three of them climbed up to the second floor corridor and had to wait again for the nine palaces and eight trigrams to return to their original positions. The three of them wasted some time before climbing out of that exit again.

  "The air outside is so good." This was the first sentence that Chaozi said as he poked his head out, followed by his permanently excited high-pitched voice, "Old Wang, Big Head, we're out!"

  The last "ah" echoed in the empty underground space. In the past, Lao Wang's signature laugh should have sounded, but today it was quiet. The super son leaned his head down and found Lao Wang lying in a patch of dried blood, with half of his face covered in red.

  He was the first to come out, hastily shouting into the cave: "Old Wang is in trouble!", grabbed the climbing rope and slid down to the bottom, they two also followed closely. He picked up Old Wang and checked, there was only outgoing air from his nostrils, almost no incoming air, with such a large pool of blood, even a strong young man would be finished off.

  Originally, the blood on Old Wang's scalp had already coagulated, but after Super's hug, a big hole appeared on the back of his head again, and fresh blood continued to gush out.

  Chao Zi quickly took off his jacket and covered him, Cha Wenbin hastily pulled out an incense burner from the already broken eight trigrams bag. He twisted open the burner, grabbed a handful of ash and pressed it onto Old Wang's wound, then tore several strips of cloth from his already tattered Taoist robe to bandage him, saying: "Chao Zi, quickly give him a stimulant injection, then we have to get out of here fast."

  After finishing the basic medical treatment, Zha Wenbin suddenly realized that someone was missing, and the pockmarked face had gone somewhere!

  Because he was afraid that something would happen to him too, he instructed Chaozi to take care of Lao Wang and then called Zhuo Xiong to go and search privately. The space here was originally not large, and after a round of shouting and yelling by Wenbin, no one's shadow could be seen. When the two returned again, behind Chaozi stood a tall figure of a man, his hand grasping a goose egg stone held high, about to strike the back of Chaozi's head.

  "Big guy!" Zhang Wenbin also panicked. After a shout, Chaozi heard it and turned his face to see a cyan stone the size of a rice bowl "huffing" towards him, and for a moment he was stunned.

  Before he could finish speaking, a loud gunshot was heard, and the muscular man's arm suddenly burst into a blood flower. The powerful sand eagle almost disabled his entire arm. The muscular man's half arm immediately hung down to the ground, and the large stone in his hand also fell to the ground with a "gululu" sound.

  Super fast hands, put down Old Wang, a standard capture hand just grasped the wrist of the cross-meat face. With his experience in the army, this move would definitely take him down. But unexpectedly, with just one hand, the cross-meat face slammed that copper pot-sized head against Super's forehead with a loud "thud", and Super stumbled and fell to the ground.

  "Are you crazy? Move again, I'll really shoot!" Zhuo Xiong roared. He was from that place and was the closest person to his grandfather, which made him the closest person to himself. So just now, he had fired that shot with the muzzle almost touching his cheek, without hitting his skull.

  The man with the cross-shaped scar on his face turned around, a burst of eerie laughter echoing from him, making everyone's scalp tingle. Suddenly, he turned around, and a streak of fresh blood was dripping from his hanging arm to the ground. His expressionless face fell to the ground, and he picked up another large stone with one hand, slowly walking towards Zhang Wenbin and the others.

  The two groups of people were only about ten meters apart, a distance that, with the impact force of the horizontal meat face, could be killed in an instant, but Zhuo Xiong's gun was absolutely sure to fire before he made his move.

  "Zhuo Xiong, don't move, he's not Big Brother Dumbbell. Big Brother Dumbbell's eyes aren't like that, those are the eyes of a killer." Cha Wenbin noticed that the originally clear and transparent eyes of the meat-faced man now revealed a fierce glint. If he was really that kind of person, then on that day, it would have been impossible to block the soul-summoning banner. So Cha Wenbin thought to himself that this little guy was probably under some sort of spell.

  "What can we do? If it comes to a fight, even if Chao Zi is here, the three of us together are no match for him." Zhuo Xiong knew all too well about Heng Rou's brute strength, which was absolutely not something their bodies could withstand. Even Wang Yueyi couldn't take on one of his attacks that day. Without using a gun, how much confidence did he have?

  "He's possessed, think of a way to distract him later, his speed is not as fast as yours, and his agility is not as good as yours, give me some time to hold him back, I'll think of a way, unless absolutely necessary, don't hurt him." Zha Wenbin quickly instructed Zhu Xiong in his ear, then swiftly dodged to the side.

  Sideways Meat Face saw Cha Wenbin wanting to escape, so he accelerated to chase after him. Zhuo Xiong raised his hand and shot a bullet at the ground near his feet, sparks flying everywhere, then turned around and ran away. This move was indeed effective, as Sideways Meat Face seemed to be enraged, and earlier Zhuo Xiong's gunshot had already injured him, making him his primary target for pursuit.

  In this narrow space, Zhuo Xiong relied on his agile movements to lead the way with his rugged face, while Cha Wenbin climbed back up to the top of the coffin along the climbing rope and retracted the rope.

  If someone were to be possessed, Cha Wenbin wouldn't be afraid. Most people who are possessed would go crazy and become violent, even an old woman who looks harmless might burst out with more strength than a grown man. But he knew that if someone were to make trouble here, it wouldn't be a joke. Why? Because the coffin still had that shiny soul-capturing grass on it, any ghost that dared to linger in front of it would be locked inside the coffin, even a small evil spirit wouldn't be able to escape.

  So there's a possibility: this thing isn't afraid of soul-grabbing grass at all, that would be no ordinary evil spirit!

  Although the horizontal meat face has been chasing Zhuo Xiong, every time he passes under Cha Wenbin, he will always look up and take a glance. At this time, Zhuo Xiong would shoot a gun in front of him to attract his attention.

  This would normally exhaust a person, but not someone who's possessed. Even when they reach their physical limit, they'll only die from exhaustion without showing any signs of weakness. Fortunately, Zhuo Xiong was also from a family of martial artists, and this desperate sprint had him panting like an ox. But that meat-faced man still managed to grab a rock and run with a "whooshing" sound, if he kept going like this, it's hard to say whether he'd be smashed to death or beaten to death by Zhuo Xiong first.

  Zhu Wenbin crouched on top, not idle for a moment. Although the bagua bag was tattered, the good things were still there. He spread out a black talisman paper, set up an inkstone, took out that brush with the hair disease, directly tore open a bag of black dog blood and mixed it with cinnabar to start painting.

  Finished falling, he took out a black and shiny thing from his pocket and put it in his mouth, tied the hand-knotted hemp rope to his waist, held an eight-trigram mirror in his right hand, and slid along the climbing rope to wait at a place three meters above the ground.

  When Zhuo Xiong reappeared below, his face had already turned green. The continuous sprint was not something an ordinary person could withstand, but Heng Roulian followed closely behind. Cha Wenbin seized the opportunity and jumped down from the rope, landing squarely on Heng Roulian's neck, with both legs tightly clamped around it like a dead tree root. Heng Roulian reacted quickly to being ambushed and swung the large stone in his hand at Cha Wenbin's leg.

  Fortunately, at this critical moment, Zhuo Xiong shot again and hit the other hand of Heng Roulian. Now he was disabled with both hands. Cha Wenbin didn't idle around, took out a rope and wrapped it around Heng Roulian's neck, then quickly came down from behind him with a golden hook, tied his ankles in an "8" shape knot, pushed off the ground with both hands, rolled over, and finally landed on the ground.

  After landing, he still held the hemp rope in his hand, with his back to Heng Roulian's face, and put the rope on his shoulder. With a loud "humm", Heng Roulian's enormous body heavily slammed onto the ground.

  Hemp rope is also called bundling immortal rope, it is said that Lu Ban's invention of the ink bucket can cure the zombies in the coffin, and this hemp god is used to tie up people who are possessed by evil spirits, the key lies in the binding position.

  Cha Wenbin saw that it was already done in one move, and quickly ran back while dragging the hemp rope, shouting: "Hold down his head!"

  Zhuo Xiong didn't dare not to obey, a hungry tiger pounced on its prey, using all his strength to tightly strangle the huge head of Heng Rou's face, and then pressed his entire body onto his body, barely managing to subdue this little beast.

  Cha Wenbin tied a special knot on the rope at intervals, then found a specific part of Heng Roulian's body and tied it up. A total of seven knots were tied, corresponding to the acupoints where Heng Roulian's Qi was located, and the remaining rope was also tied up in a mess, almost tying him into a rice dumpling.

  After finishing all this, the two people were already exhausted and sweating profusely, especially Zhuo Xiong, who was panting and had a sore throat. But that thick-faced man was still struggling like a slaughtered pig, and soon dug out a big hole on the ground.

  "Turn him over and knock his mouth open!" said Cha Wenbin, taking out the black thing.

  Dai Zhuo Xiong flipped his meaty face to the side, and this guy's face didn't have a single good skin left, all of it was scratched on the stone, with blood dripping down, adding to his fierce aura, he looked like a god of murder descending into the world.

  Zhuo Xiong pinched the fleshy face's cheek with two fingers, and with a bit of force, he felt pain and his mouth opened. Cha Wenbin took advantage of the opportunity to stuff something into his mouth, then tore off a strip from his own tattered Taoist robe to tie up the fleshy face's mouth.

  He sat down slightly here, took a breath and said: "You go see how Chaizi is first."

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