Cannon Fodder Is King [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 52

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Li Wenhuan's body was freezing and Wan Zihuai was shivering. Fortunately, the weather was hot enough at the moment, or maybe it was a psychological reason. After a while, his interest came up, and once he was distracted, he didn't feel cold anymore. .

When the lust was strong, Wan Zihuai felt a warm current in his body, which spread to every corner of the body along the heart, making him feel warm all over.

Li Wenhuan also noticed the change in his body, but just when he stopped to check one or two, Wan Zihuai put his arms around his neck, rolled over and rode on him, instantly pulling him back into the abyss of desire. .

Just when the two of them reached the peak, with a bang, something exploded in their minds, and Wan Zihuai, who couldn't bear the pain, blacked out and passed out.

As if sensing something, Meng Zezhi's hand stagnates for a while, and the yellow talisman in his pen instantly loses its spirituality.

He put down his pen, grabbed the yellow talisman, and threw it into the wastepaper basket at his feet, then picked up the talisman paper drawn on the table and handed it to Xie Bowen who was waiting beside him: "Remember, every corner is If you want to post it, don't miss it."

"Hey." Xie Bowen reached out to take it, and couldn't help asking: "Dad, when did you think Li Wenhuan came to the door?"

There is no way to be so nervous all day long.

Meng Zezhi picked up the brush and dipped it in the inkstone, then picked up the pen and wrote on a blank yellow talisman paper: "That's what happened in the past two days."

It was the third morning when Wan Zihuai woke up again.

The suffocating qi rampaged through his body, bringing bone-chilling cold and pain.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were also cracked due to dryness.

Li Wenhuan looked at it, his eyes were splitting, but he didn't dare to get closer to Wan Zihuai. Because the closer he was to Wan Zihuai, the more Yin Qi poured into Wan Zihuai's body from him.

Li Wenhuan could only spread his anger on the captured middle-aged Taoist priest. He kicked the middle-aged Taoist priest's fleshy face and said sharply, "Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

The middle-aged Taoist rolled and crawled, kneeling on the ground, not daring to resist at all, he stretched out his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, his voice full of horror: "It's clear, it's clear, it's a tyrannical formation, It's a tyrannical formation…”

He spoke very quickly and explained to Li Wenhuan the principle and function of the tyrannical formation.

Li Wenhuan couldn't understand this, he just wanted to know one thing: "Tell me, how to break this tyrannical formation?"

"It's not difficult," the middle-aged Taoist said hurriedly, "Just kill the people who set up the formation."

The man in formation

Li Wenhuan frowned, Wan Zihuai was almost inseparable from him these days, except three days ago...

Thinking of what Wan Zihuai did that day, his pupils tightened, and he couldn't care about anything else. He immediately walked to the bed in three and two steps, clasped Wan Zihuai's shoulders, and asked anxiously: "Zihuai, who gave you that packet of medicine and that jade pendant three days ago?"

Wan Zihuai was already unconscious, so when Li Wenhuan asked, he said in a daze: "He, he said his name is Xie Guangsheng."

"Xie Guangsheng!" Li Wenhuan gritted his teeth with a hideous expression on his face.

In the corner, the middle-aged Taoist priest shivered. He seized the opportunity and walked cautiously towards the door. When he got there, he reached out and touched the doorknob. Just when he was ecstatic and was about to grab the door and run away, only Hearing a thud, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

His body twitched, and he looked down in disbelief. He saw a palm-sized blood hole on his fat stomach, and his intestines and liver fell to the ground.

He thought that what the master said was right, people who do bad things will not end well.

Then only a thud was heard, and he fell backwards, staring straight at the ceiling.

It was dead.

"Wen Huan, I'm so uncomfortable, am I going to die?" Wan Zihuai curled up in a ball, her eyes dull.

"No, I won't let you have an accident." Li Wenhuan hugged him, his eyes deep: "Just hold on a little longer, and the pain will stop immediately."

After he finished speaking, he looked back at the shadow in the corner and shouted, "The third and fourth take good care of Madam, and the others follow me."

A figure appeared in the corner, bowed and replied, "Yes."

When Li Wenhuan came to the door, Meng Zezhi and the others were having breakfast.

With a loud bang, a small fragment of the villa's door that was knocked into the air landed on the dining table impartially. Unpredictably, the soup on the table splashed Han Daqin and the others on their faces.

"Who is Xie Guangsheng?"

At the gate, Li Wenhuan was hanging in the air, his face was cold and stern, his eyes were scarlet, and his clothes were automatic without the wind.

"It's me." Meng Zezhi threw away the chopsticks in his hand, winked at Han Daqin and the others who were frightened, and motioned them to go upstairs.

Han Daqin couldn't wait to pull Duan Congyan upstairs. Duan Congyan glanced at Meng Zezhi, knowing that staying here was also a burden, so he simply let Han Daqin move.

Li Wenhuan was never a man of no-one's eyes. Just seeing Meng Zezhi's fearless appearance, he had to be vigilant. He said sharply, "What kind of hero is he who uses the means behind his back!"

Meng Ze knew this, and he nodded: "You can't compare to Young Master Li's upright conduct. If you want to kill, you will kill, and if you want to set fire, you will set fire."

Li Wenhuan couldn't hear the sarcasm in Meng Zezhi's tone, his face sank: "You—"

The next moment, Meng Zezhi flipped his wrist, and more than a dozen talisman papers came out of his hand. The long sword on the wooden frame in the corner flew out of its scabbard and landed firmly in his palm.

He stepped on the dining table, kicked hard, and attacked Li Wenhuan.

"Just fight, there's so much nonsense!"

Li Wenhuan evaded the attack of the talisman with his forefoot, and the next moment, the long sword roared.

He swung his palm out, and the moment the palm knife and the long sword collided, the energy poured out, and instantly crushed the marble floor and potted plants that were closer to them into powder.

"boom-"

Meng Zezhi flew out and stepped on the stairs with one foot. He just stood up. He looked up and saw that Li Wenhuan and his three subordinates really took advantage of the situation to attack.

Seeing this scene, the corner of his mouth curved: "Good day!"

As he said that, he took out a remote control in his hand, pressed the switch, and immediately put down a series of iron doors on the villa door and the surrounding windows, and the doors were covered with yellow talismans.

The moment he stepped into the villa, Li Wenhuan realized that something was wrong, it was yang energy, it was overwhelming yang energy.

"The Fiery Sun Formation." Li Wenhuan's pupils shrank, and there was more than one set.

The reason why Li Wenhuan appeared in the daytime was not because he was not afraid of the sun, but because the sun did little damage to him, but the yang energy in the villa was clearly a hundred times stronger than the outside world. In such an environment, I feel extremely exhausted.

He looked back at the three subordinates behind him. The rich yang energy was constantly eroding the yin energy around them. With the rustling sound, droplets of black unknown liquid fell on the ground along their bodies, corroding on the floor. A hole the size of a walnut.

They couldn't help shouting in pain: "Eldest Young Master!"

"I underestimated you," Li Wenhuan gritted his teeth, he had no choice but to retreat.

After he finished speaking, he attacked Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi, who was barely a novice, was just too tired to deal with it at first. With the smoother use of his moves, after dozens of moves, he was actually tied with Li Wenhuan, whose strength was declining again and again.

It's not worth the hard work he has worked hard on the sword moves he has collected for the past half month.

Can't go on like this-

The longer the delay, the more dangerous Wan Zihuai will be.

Li Wenhuan made a decisive decision and said to his three subordinates, "Go upstairs and take those guys as hostages."

"Yes!"

Seeing the three of them flying upstairs, Meng Zezhi was about to step forward to stop him, but the next moment, Li Wenhuan was entangled.

"Here—" Following the breath of the living, after a while, the three found the room where Han Daqin and others were hiding.

Looking at the door covered with talismans, the three of them looked solemn.

"What?" one of them asked.

"We can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, we will be refined by the yang energy here." Another person gritted his teeth and said, "Come on!"

After he finished speaking, he took the lead and slammed into the door, and the moment his body touched the talisman paper, an electric light slammed on him, and the talisman paper also turned into ashes.

When the other two saw it, they rushed forward without hesitation.

In the room, Han Daqin held the talisman paper folded into a triangle in one hand, and firmly guarded Xie Bowen and the two behind him with the other hand. Hearing the sound of knocking on the door constantly coming from his ears, he swallowed and sweated on his forehead. Down.

The moment the door was knocked open, Han Daqin's eyes widened, and he raised the triangle in his hand and smashed it at the person who came.

Unpredictable, Li Gui, who rushed in first, was smashed by the talisman paper.

"Ah—" I heard a scream, Li Gui flew out, smashed against the wall, and was hit by the talisman paper attached to the wall. In the scream, Li Gui turned into a cloud of black ash and fell on the wall. on the ground.

It was a soul flying away.

"Old Seven—" The remaining two fierce ghosts were about to split.

Han Daqin's eyes lit up: "Throw, quickly throw—"

The two ghosts froze, and embarrassedly avoided the attack of the talisman, but they couldn't get close to Han Daqin and the others.

Han Daqin became more and more complacent, until he reached into his pocket again but felt empty: "Where is the talisman, where is the talisman?"

His complexion changed, and his voice was vacant: "Use, run out?"

Hearing this, the two ghosts slowed down and said with a hideous expression, "You guys should be damned—"

With that said, the two of them rushed straight to Han Daqin and the three of them.

Han Daqin was terrified: "Xie, Uncle Xie, help—"

Xie Bowen looked terrified, and subconsciously grabbed the things on the bookshelf behind him and smashed them on the two Specters.

When the wooden box flew into the air, the lid of the box was opened, and the contents were scattered, and a small part just hit one of the ghosts.

There was another scream, and the place where the powder was stained on Li Gui's body kept sparking, and his figure dimmed a little in an instant.

it works!

Xie Bowen's eyes lit up, and he looked back at the bookshelf. Just as he was about to grab the remaining wooden box, Han Daqin snatched it away.

Eating a cut grows a wiser, he said repeatedly: "I'll come, I'll come, slow down, don't be in a hurry..."

On the other side, Meng Zezhi, who heard the cry for help, was a little distracted, and the next moment, Li Wenhuan grabbed his neck.

Li Wenhuan's eyes tightened and he was about to break Meng Zezhi's neck when Meng Zezhi stabbed him in the chest with a backhand sword.

Li Wenhuan's complexion changed dramatically, and his aura was instantly chaotic. With a stinging sound, he threw his hands, Meng Zezhi flew out, and slammed into the sofa.

Only half of the long sword remained in his hand, and the part inserted into Li Wenhuan's body was corroded.

Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand and touched the blood on the side of his mouth, endured the pain, and ran upstairs.

Li Wenhuan covered his chest, his eyes were red, and he had lived for hundreds of years. Meng Zezhi was the first person to make him so embarrassed, and he was completely irritated.

No matter what the price is, he must let Meng Ze know that there is no place for burial today.

Thinking like this, his mind moved, and the underground Yin Qi in a radius of 100 miles continued to flow towards him, and his appearance was also aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then he flew after him.

"No, no more—" Han Daqin looked at the empty box, his scalp tingling.

The next moment, Meng Zezhi rushed in, saw the scene inside the house, and threw the broken sword in his hand without hesitation.

With two grunts in a row, the two Li ghosts, who were already exhausted by the torment of Han Daqin and the three, were nailed to the wall with long swords, following in the footsteps of the first Li ghost.

Han Daqin came back to his senses instantly, with a smile on his face: "Uncle Xie."

Meng Zezhi didn't have time to talk, he turned around and waved his hand, the door slammed shut, and half of the talismans on the surrounding walls flew towards the door, instantly blocking the door tightly.

Outside the door, Li Wenhuan stabilized his figure and said in a cold voice, "I want to see what other tricks you can play."

After he finished speaking, Li Wenhuan gathered the yin and evil energy in his body, swung out his palm, and an invisible blade of air smashed on the door.

Every time it was smashed, a talisman paper inside the door was turned into ashes.

Han Daqin shrank his neck subconsciously: "Xie, Uncle Xie, what should I do now?"

Meng Zezhi still didn't know that Li Wenhuan outside had to use his trump card in order to deal with him. He only thought that because of the tyrannical formation and the fierce sun formation, Li Wenhuan's strength had been suppressed to the lowest point, and he was seriously injured just now. Li Wenhuan must be at the end of the shot at this moment.

But he didn't have any weapons either, so going up to fight Li Wenhuan recklessly at this time was really not a wise move.

It is better to consume his strength first.

Meng Zezhi had an idea in an instant, he walked to the desk, took out the yellow talisman paper, writing brush and inkstone from the drawer, turned around and was about to pick up the cinnabar on the bookshelf, but felt empty: "Well, what about cinnabar? ?"

Xie Bowen and the two looked at the wooden box in Han Daqin's hands subconsciously.

Han Daqin shrank his neck and stammered: "Uncle Xie, I don't want it either, we've all used up the talisman paper you gave us, I didn't expect this cinnabar to be useful to ghosts, so we, we will use it. …”

Speaking of this, his eyes lit up: "By the way, on the ground, it's all on the ground, collect it-"

As he spoke, he looked to the ground, and then lost his voice.

The cinnabar and talisman paper on the ground had long been corroded by the unknown black liquid dripping from the two Specters, leaving only the pits and pits all over the place.

"Forget it," Meng Zezhi frowned. Then, as if thinking of something, he asked repeatedly, "By the way, who of you is still a boy, just pee out and use it."

Saying that, he first looked at Xie Bowen.

Xie Bowen blushed and said, "Dad, you forgot, I had a boyfriend before."

Meng Zezhi turned to look at Han Daqin.

Han Daqin said cheekily: "Don't look at me, I started eating meat when I was eighteen."

Meng Zezhi looked at Duan Congyan with hindsight.

Duan Congyan tensed his spine instantly. He pursed the corners of his lips, and a faint blush appeared on his face, which spread to the back of his neck. He opened his mouth, but he was speechless.

Meng Zezhi covered his mouth with a light cough and said, "You guys, turn around."

Xie Bowen did what he said, and at the end, he did not forget to pull Han Daqin.

Han Daqin was in a daze, always feeling as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Duan Congyan's face was so hot that he hardly dared to look at Meng Zezhi, he just turned around silently, faced the wall, and reached out to untie the belt around his waist.

Perhaps because of shyness, or the inconvenience of one hand, his movements were extremely slow.

Meng Zezhi saw it in his eyes, took two steps forward, held him in his arms, and said, "I'll help you."

The author has something to say:

About the previous chapter: there will be an explanation later, don't panic!

Stupid author: That's the benefit of a sprained wrist!

Meng Zezhi: I heard that some people compared me to Fahai!

Duan Congyan: An eminent monk bundles up for play! Honest.jpg!