CHAPTER 180: CHAPTER 105 MASTER, PLEASE COME AND RESCUE FOURTH BROTHER (6K)_3

"I will kill you, I will kill you——" The Ghost Daoist was completely enraged.

Yan Xiaohu originally wanted to strike while the Ghost Daoist was down, but Zhou Qing’s body suddenly went limp, and he started to fall from the sky.

"Fourth Brother!" Yan Xiaohu was shocked and immediately flew over to catch him. Seeing Zhou Qing’s pale face and shallow breathing, he quickly put a pill in Zhou Qing’s mouth and carried him on his back.

At this moment, he understood Zhou Qing’s earlier words. He glared fiercely at the Ghost Daoist being torn apart by a group of ghosts, clenched his teeth, and suppressed his anger, then turned to run.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In the next instant, countless purple threads abruptly shot out from the struggling Ghost Daoist.

The speed was so fast that Yan Xiaohu didn’t even have time to react as the threads penetrated his limbs.

The Ghost Daoist’s screams grew more miserable, as these threads seemed to be rapidly draining his life force.

"What’s happening? What are these things? My blood, my vitality——" As the Ghost Daoist was terrified, the ghosts’ gnawing sped up significantly.

Yan Xiaohu brandished his large knife, trying to cut the threads, only to find them incredibly tough. His entire Spiritual Power and Essence Blood were being frantically absorbed by the threads.

Within moments, he felt dizzy and light-headed.

"You truly are useless. It’s a good thing I had a backup plan, though it’s a pity I wasted a Life Replacement Talisman."

The supposedly dead Qian Dafu suddenly and eerily appeared in front of Yan Xiaohu, coldly sneering with a pale face.

Yan Xiaohu was stunned. He wanted to break free, but the more he struggled, the weaker he felt.

The Ghost Daoist screamed in fear, "It was that cup of wine, you dared to poison me!"

"I’ve been in the Lingyun Mansion for so many years, did you really think I was just a freeloader? I was biding my time; sometimes my luck isn’t too bad!"

At this moment, Qian Dafu couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.

To avoid further delay, he became cold-faced and his longsword suddenly aimed to kill Yan Xiaohu.

Yan Xiaohu’s eyes were full of unwillingness as he struggled, but it was as futile as a moth trapped in a spider’s web.

"Qian Dafu, even if I become a ghost, I, Master Hu, won’t let you go——" Yan Xiaohu roared in anger, filled with sorrow and indignation.

At this critical moment, Zhou Qing, who was on Yan Xiaohu’s back, suddenly opened his eyes, flipped over, and with all his strength, pushed Yan Xiaohu backward, standing in front of him.

With a puff, the longsword instantly pierced Zhou Qing’s body, and blood spurted out, staining his clothes red.

Yan Xiaohu’s eyes widened in shock and pain.

"Fourth... Fourth Brother——" Yan Xiaohu’s voice trembled, his eyes filled with tears.

A weak smile appeared on Zhou Qing’s face, but before he could speak, a pair of hands suddenly pierced through his abdomen.

Zhou Qing felt a sharp pain and instinctively looked down to see a pair of eagle-like claws penetrating his abdomen, clutching a still-steaming Golden Core.

Qian Dafu’s leisurely voice sounded from behind, "Did you like playing the pig to eat the tiger? I let you play. That Life Replacement Talisman was originally reserved for something important..."

Puff——

Before Qian Dafu could finish speaking, Zhou Qing roared, and his Broken Sword suddenly appeared, stabbing downward to pierce Qian Dafu’s hand.

Qian Dafu yelped in pain, pulling back his hand in rage and shame.

"A rusty Broken Sword, you Core Disciples lead such pitiful lives, but now you have no Golden Core, this is your price!"

Qian Dafu’s face twisted with madness and ferocity as he crushed the Golden Core in his hand, scattering golden fragments.

"No——" Seeing this, Yan Xiaohu roared, his eyes blood-red, wishing to tear Qian Dafu into pieces.

He struggled desperately, his entire Nascent Fire bursting into flame, and suddenly, a thread on his right hand snapped.

Qian Dafu’s expression changed at the sight and he kicked Zhou Qing aside, aiming to finish off Yan Xiaohu immediately.

But suddenly, the Ghost Daoist, who had no intact flesh left, appeared behind Qian Dafu, hugging him tightly and biting frantically.

Qian Dafu immediately screamed miserably.

"I am a Nascent Soul cultivator of a thousand years, how dare you act as the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind! Die!"

"Explode!" Qian Dafu roared, disregarding the large chunks of flesh being bitten from his neck and shoulders.

With a boom, the Ghost Daoist uncontrollably self-detonated, the terrifying ripple spreading out, blasting Qian Dafu away.

"Ahhh——"

Covered in blood, Yan Xiaohu snapped the remaining threads, ignoring his exposed bones and flesh. He immediately flew down and tightly held the falling Zhou Qing.

Tears had long blurred his vision.

"Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, wake up quickly, don’t scare your Senior Brother——"

His expression was frantic as he looked at Zhou Qing’s huge abdominal wound, trying to stop the bleeding but failing miserably.

"Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng, yes, Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng——"

Trembling, he hurriedly pulled out half a Blood Ginseng from his Storage Bag and tried to feed it to Zhou Qing with shaking hands.

"Fourth Brother, open your mouth quickly, I’m sorry, it was all Senior Brother’s fault for deceiving you. I actually have a whole half piece of this Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng, please eat it quickly."

Last time, Zhou Qing had a wound from being pierced by a Broken Sword, and bleeding nonstop, Yan Xiaohu had given him a ginseng whisker.

After consuming it, the lost blood quickly restored in a short time. But little did he know, he actually had a whole half piece.