Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 464 - 42 I am a person with strong positive energy

Jin Buhuan died.

He died miserably, like an idiot.

Old Master He said they were all acting, but he didn’t act, he took it seriously.

This is the end of an honest man; even until his death, he didn’t realize that what he had snatched back was just half a brick.

"No one remembers what his name was before, just that he was once from the Imperial Guards. Later, after smoking opium until his family was ruined and both wife and children sold, on the day they came to collect his wife, she hung herself at home with the three children. After that, he vanished for a long time, and when he returned to the Capital, he gave himself a name, Jin Buhuan."

The plump owner sighed, "The eight oddities of the Capital, none are good people. But even the President, who loathes evil, only strangled those two who were extremely wicked. If they violated the law, the Governmental Office would suppress them. You... by what right do you kill people?"

Two people in black stood outside the door, their faces plastered with white powder and red cheeks painted on, looking as terrifying as paper effigies used for burials.

They had followed Jin Buhuan here, but now they stood at the door silent, staring at the people inside like the dead.

"So you are He Baiyang!"

An eerie voice came from outside, "You guys aren’t running?"

"This is my home, why should I run?"

Old Master He looked up at the person at the door and said to Wang Yunxiao, "This person is using methods from the Twelve Laws, there’s a specialized Heretical Path called the ’Human Skin Painter’, have you ever seen it?"

Wang Yunxiao shook his head.

The Twelve Laws, right and Heretical Paths combined, there are forty paths; how could I remember all of them.

But speaking of Human Skin Painter, it seems like it should be a Heretical Dharma Gate of ’Chess Herald’?

As for why the Heretical Path of Chess Herald turned into this sort of wicked trait, Wang Yunxiao didn’t know.

"The Cultivation Methods of Scholar, Ranger, and Uncivilized People, these three paths have spread quickly in the Jianghu World these years, but it’s rare to see someone practicing as a Human Skin Painter, and ordinary people don’t have the chance to come into contact with such heretical stuff."

Old Master He coughed and raised his voice, asking, "If you are friends from the Jianghu World, why not state your name? There are young and old here, surely we are not worthy of such fear from you, right?"

"Who is your friend from Jianghu?"

The cold, eerie voice outside sneered, "Old Man He, what’s the idea of taking out the Imperial Jade Seal? If you confess clearly and honestly, I might let you die a swift death, otherwise..."

He Lan suddenly screamed, her hair seemingly grasped by something, involuntarily being dragged towards the door.

Wang Yunxiao reflexively held the package behind him, and when he looked up, he realized Old Master He had disappeared.

He hadn’t seen how Old Master He had gotten up, but in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of He Lan, his hands striking towards the two by the door.

With a thud, he pierced right through the two of them.

They indeed weren’t alive, just human skins, empty inside.

And these two human skins rolled up on the spot, directly entwining around the old master’s arms, immobilizing him.

The plump owner held down He Lan tightly, but couldn’t stop her skin from splitting inch by inch, as if countless small insects were writhing and gnawing beneath the flesh, trying to turn her into Jin Buhuan’s likeness.

"Bring her to me."

Wang Yunxiao spoke, and without hesitation, the plump owner tossed his own daughter over to him and then turned to assist Old Master He at the door.

He Lan fell next to Wang Yunxiao and was about to burst into tears when she suddenly noticed the abnormalities on her body had all disappeared, what had just happened felt like an illusion.

"Eh? Junior Martial Uncle, you..."

"I have strong yang energy."

What the hell does strong yang energy mean?

He Lan almost burst out laughing, but soon began wincing in pain again.

Although the sorcery failed, the damage it had caused didn’t disappear so easily.

Looking at the clear bloodmarks on her skin, He Lan pursed her lips, on the verge of tears.

"I didn’t do anything, I’ve just acknowledged my father, and the Jade Seal has nothing to do with me. Why did they target me specifically?"

"Because you look the weakest."

"Ah?"

"Since they can break your limbs, they can certainly meddle with your body. Then by torturing you, they can unsettle your father and grandfather’s minds."

Wang Yunxiao patiently explained, "You heard what they said just now, these people are unscrupulous, they stop at nothing, completely disregarding the life or death of others. As long as they decide you are easy to bully, they will keep bullying you until you die."

"I’m easy to bully?"

He Lan gritted her teeth angrily.

Just then, the roof tiles above trembled slightly, and with a swoosh, a creature neither human nor ghost leapt down from the rooftop, its hands reaching for He Lan’s head.

"You think I’m easy to bully, huh?"

He Lan took a deep breath and ducked under the table.

"Right, I’m easy to bully! Junior Martial Uncle, save me!"

Wang Yunxiao was at a loss for words. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

I really thought you could handle this.

He raised his hand to block and the monster instantly withered away, turning into a sheet of skin that wrapped around his arm.

Wang Yunxiao only felt a bone-chilling cold seeping into his muscles and bones, scraping through the crevices of his bones like little knives.

Then... there was no then.

Hiding under the table, He Lan shivered and hugged her head, not daring to open her eyes for a good while. Carefully, she peeked out and, seeing the strange piece of skin wrapped around Wang Yunxiao’s arm, she screamed.

"You... you’re okay, right?"

"I’m fine, my yang energy is strong," Wang Yunxiao said nonchalantly.

If the Human Skin Painter had confronted him one-on-one, he might have felt a bit apprehensive. But just a piece of skin... who do you think you’re underestimating?

As he was thinking this, the skin started to talk.

"Little Lanzi, why aren’t you taking action?"

Wang Yunxiao wasn’t that startled when the skin fell down, but it really gave him a shock when it started talking.

Good grief, what’s this... how is it making sounds?

Then he saw He Lan twist her body and crawl out from under the table, a small knife now in her hand.

The table placed on the kang left less than a foot of space underneath, her waist was truly flexible.

He Lan stabbed the knife into the mouth of the speaking skin, twisted it viciously twice, then turned to Wang Yunxiao and asked in surprise, "Why aren’t you afraid?"

"I... afraid of what?"

"Aren’t you afraid that I’d turn against you and threaten your life?"

Well... how should I put this?

Wang Yunxiao watched He Lan holding the knife that wasn’t much longer than scissors and organized his thoughts.

"I am afraid, but I didn’t react in time."

He Lan narrowed her eyes at him, "Junior Martial Uncle, I’ve realized, you’re not an honest person."

"Why would you say that?"

"I’ve never heard a single true word from your mouth, and up until now, I still don’t know your real name."

"My surname is Yang, called Yang Qizhong."