Chapter 177: Repaying kindness
Zhang Zixiang was examining the corpse, trying to find clues from him.

Pan Yun pointed at the soles of his shoes and said, "Brother, look, the mud on the soles of his shoes is reddish brown. I don't think we have seen mud of this color along the way."

Zhang Zixiang thought for a moment and said, "I know where it is. Bring the body and let's go take a look."

It is impossible to bring Pan Yun with him.

Zhang Zixiang looked at her height and didn't count on her. He shouted loudly and successfully called two teams of people nearby over.

Great, that means we have four more helpers.

They carried the body up and went deeper into the forest together.

Zhang Zixiang said, "I know there is a place with such mud at the foot of the mountain near the river. I remember there are several cracked caves there."

There isn't much else about Longhu Mountain except for a lot of various cracked caves.

Very convenient for Tibetans.

The fireball illuminated the way forward for them. After turning a corner, a large river appeared before their eyes, and after another turn, they reached the other side of the mountain.

Pan Jun collected the fireball in an instant, and the surroundings became dark because there was a faint glow of fire coming from a cave not far ahead.

They looked at each other and approached with light steps.

Inside the cave, a clean young man was washing his hands and carefully putting on a pair of gloves. Next to him lay an old Taoist priest with a white beard who was tied up.

The young man opened a bundle and took out a small jar from it. He smiled and said to the old Taoist with white beard, "Don't worry, Taoist friend. You will be free soon. I have something good to share with you."

He opened the jar and placed it next to the white-bearded Taoist priest, then took off his gloves, stepped aside, took out a bamboo flute and began to play it softly.

The jar rustled, and the old Taoist with white beard opened his eyes wide and cried out, but his mouth was stuffed full and he could not make any sound.

He leaned back in despair, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. In sadness and despair, he saw a flash of sword outside the cave.

The old Taoist with white beard blinked and struggled even more violently, making a "wuuuu wuuu" sound with all his might.

Because of his violent struggle, the young man's flute sounded more rapid, and the jar moved even more violently.

A bug head stuck out of the mouth of the jar, then another bug head. Soon, the small mouth of the jar was filled with bug heads. They paused for a moment and then started to crawl out.

As soon as he landed, he crawled towards the Taoist master with white beard.

The old Taoist with white beard burst into tears and looked towards the cave entrance with despair and longing.

When the people outside the cave saw this scene, they felt that the corpse in their hands seemed to be moving.

Several people couldn't help but look down, and saw that the charred corpse suddenly opened its eyes, but the eyes were all white.

His fingers moved, his feet moved, and what was even more amazing was that the people had good eyesight and could clearly see the worms wriggling under the rotten wound on his cheek.

"Fuck!"

Pan Yun couldn't bear it any longer, and kicked the corpse towards the young Taoist priest.

The corpse flew in with a whoosh, and Pan Jun flew in right after it. He stuck a fire talisman towards the jar, and it burst into flames as soon as it touched the jar, instantly blocking the insects that had not yet crawled out inside the jar, and burning the insects that were crawling on the jar to death.

At the same time, his hands kept moving. He made a gesture and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, striking the young man who had already flown away from the corpse.

Although Zhang Zixiang and others were one step behind, they reacted very quickly and immediately rushed into the cave with swords in hand.

Perhaps the corpse was activated by the sound of the flute. It fell to the ground with a bang, bounced up instantly, and then rushed towards Zhang Zixiang and others.

Pan Yun was about to rush forward to join the melee, but the old Taoist priest with white beard, who was lying on the ground unable to move, whimpered twice.

Pan Jun looked back and saw him looking sideways with tears streaming down his face, "Wuwuwuwu..."

Pan Jun glanced around and saw a row of insects gradually approaching him. She glared and was about to lift him away, only to find that he was tied to a big rock and could not be lifted.

Pan Jun took a look and formed his fingers into swords, using a sword of energy to cut the rope. Seeing that the bug was about to climb onto his hand, Pan Jun quickly kicked it away.

The white-bearded Taoist priest fell against the wall with a thud and slid to the ground. He sat up with a bruised face and nose, struggled to untie the ropes on his body, and looked at Pan Jun with gratitude.

Pan Yun only had time to take a look at him before he immediately summoned thunder to kill all the insects on the ground and in the jar.

Sure enough, fire is not safe, so mines are still the best choice.

At the moment when the lightning struck the jar, the young man who was surrounded and beaten screamed and spit out blood on the spot.

He glared at Pan Yun with hatred and shouted, "You killed my baby, I will kill you, I will kill you!"

He rushed out of the encirclement like a madman, completely ignoring the attacks from Zhang Zixiang and others.

When Pan Jun saw this, he quickly retreated, displayed his lightness skills, and left the cave in an instant.

With a few bangs, the Yuanli ball followed Pan Yun's footsteps. As soon as she took a step, the young Taoist priest left a hole as deep as half a football where she stepped.

If she had been a second later, there would have been a hole that big in her head.

Pan Jun flew out, threw the talismans in his hand back one after another, and detonated them at the same time.

The dense and fine thunder talismans were detonated with crackling sounds. He paused for a moment and flew into the air to avoid the thunder talismans. The sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, stabbing downwards and piercing Pan Yun.

The black cat followed Pan Yun and meowed, "You have no weapon!"

Pan Yun was not panicked. His sword was in front of her in an instant. With a turn of Qinggong, she left her original position and was behind him in an instant. Pan Yun punched out. The young Taoist had no time to dodge, so he took the punch head-on. Ignoring the damage, she turned the tip of her sword and stabbed directly backwards in a lose-lose situation.

Pan Jun retracted his fist and flew away, avoiding the sword.

The young Taoist priest laughed loudly and said arrogantly: "You are afraid of death, but I am not. You are dead!"

Pan Yun: "You don't even know how many years you've lived. You can only rely on insects to keep alive. Of course you're not afraid of death. But I'm young and in my prime. It's not worth dying for an old monster like you who is neither human nor ghost."

"I won't die," Pan Yun shouted as he ran, "I won't die even if your whole family dies."

"Ahhh..." The young Taoist priest chased after her with a sword in hand.

Pan Yun ran for a while, and when the other man caught up and stabbed him with a sword, he flew up again, stepped on the mountain wall and climbed up, avoiding the sword.

The young Taoist's sword brushed past Pan Yun's figure and stabbed into the mountain wall. Pan Yun laughed and said, "Come and kill me, but you can't kill me!"

The voice was arrogant and sarcastic, even more rampant than his.

He had already gone crazy from raising insects, and now after being provoked by Pan Jun, he became even crazier. He screamed "Ahhhhh", drew his sword suddenly, and chased after Pan Jun to kill him again.

At this moment, he could only see Pan Jun in his eyes.

Pan Yun flew up the mountain wall, and when he caught up with her, she turned and flew down directly, landing in front of Zhang Zixiang and others.

The young Taoist priest then rushed down from the cliff, and Zhang Zixiang and others dodged and fought back.

Pan Yun ran around Zhang Zixiang and the others, shouting, "Brother, save me!"

The young Taoist's eyes turned slightly, and he finally saw Zhang Zixiang and others. He screamed, "You all deserve to die, all of you deserve to die!" He finally stopped surrounding Pan Yun and killing him alone, and treated everyone equally.

He kills everyone equally.

Zhang Zixiang and others were not to be trifled with and fought back.

Although the young Taoist priest was powerful and his skills were mysterious, Zhang Zixiang and his men were fighting in a group, so he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

He swept his sword, temporarily repelling a few of them, then used his energy as a shield to cover himself to block the attacks, while he took out his flute and blew.

The corpse in the cave that had been struck by lightning and lost its ability to move began to move again, and moved very quickly. His flesh had been gnawed away, and it looked tattered and even more rotten.

But this seemed to give it energy in a short period of time, and it flew out and rushed into the crowd, attacking Zhang Zixiang and others for him.

Pan Jun turned around and flew back to the white-bearded Taoist priest who was standing against the stone wall.

The old Taoist priest with white beard widened his eyes and asked, "You, you won't go save your brothers?"

Pan Yun said: "He won't die for the time being, let's wait and see."

She said, "Didn't my fellow brothers also watch a long play just now?"

The old man with white beard said: "...You are really vindictive."

Pan Yun: "Not only will I repay a grudge, I will also repay a favor. This is what I demand of myself and others."

Pan Jun stretched out his hand to him, hooked his finger and said, "Come on, repay your kindness, Senior Brother Chen Ziwu."

Chen Ziwu couldn't help but touch his face and said, "I changed my face again, can you still recognize it?"

Pan Jun didn't answer, but hooked her finger at him, indicating that he should repay the favor quickly.

Chen Ziwu reached into his sleeve and asked, "How much do you want?"

"How much do you think your life is worth?"

Chen Ziwu immediately said: "My life is cheap, I think it's only worth one ounce."

Pan Yun widened his eyes. He didn't expect that there would be someone more shameless than himself.

She thought for a moment and said, "Oh, I'm just asking, to repay a favor. I shouldn't be asking you how much you value your life, but I should be asking you, in my heart, your life is worth one hundred taels."

Chen Ziwu curled his lips and said, "In your heart, I am quite important."

"Of course. If you were not important, I would have left. Would I have found so many people to rescue you in the middle of the night?"

Chen Ziwu looked at her hand stretched out in front of him, but he couldn't take the money out of his sleeve.

"Actually, my life is really not that valuable..."

Pan Yun: "Use disguise to resist."

Chen Ziwu immediately searched in his sleeves, took out a lot of things, and finally found a piece of parchment-like paper and handed it to her, "Here you go."

Pan Jun took it, took a look at it, and put it into his sleeve, actually throwing it into the spiritual space, "Can this thing be learned by looking at the recipe? Do you want to teach me in person? I can let you live in the academy, just in time to avoid the limelight. Don't you think it's scary? You were almost crawling with bugs all over your body."

Chen Ziwu shuddered. "You, stop talking. I just want to take a shower now. No, I think I need to take off all my clothes and roast my whole body with fire."

Pan Jun nodded with an understanding look on his face. "I understand you. Really. Those bugs give me goose bumps."

Chen Ziwu: "Okay, I'll teach you, and you let me hide in your academy for two days."

He glanced at the battlefield and said, "If you don't go, they might really get hurt."

As the rotten flesh on the corpse disappeared, the power of the corpse became stronger and stronger. It felt no pain and stabbed a sword into his body. At most, it would pause for a moment because of the body, and then continue to kill without feeling any pain.

Instead, the man who was killing him drew his sword and brought out the insect with the sword, and was so scared that he almost dropped the sword.

In the end, it was Zhang Zixiang who gave a reminder. He drew his sword and flames instantly filled the sword, burning all the insects on the sword to death.

In the end, Zhang Zixiang and another senior brother, who had stronger Yuan power, began to keep fire on their swords throughout the whole process, and the corpse was restrained a little.

But I don’t know what the young Taoist did. He put down his flute, and the rotten corpses were able to maintain good vitality. He also began to draw his sword and join the melee.

After watching for a while, Pan Jun determined his own fighting strength among Zhang Zixiang and others. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and began to make hand gestures to attract lightning.

It was a dark night, and the clouds were thick tonight, so only a little light could be seen from the moon. Therefore, no one noticed that Pan Jun was holding back a big one.

"I hereby inform the Nine Heavens Heavenly Lord of the Thunder to punish the evil and filth and send down thunder!"

Dark clouds covered their heads, blocking out all the moonlight. Pan Jun gestured and shouted, "Brother, get out of the way—"

Zhang Zixiang and the others felt uneasy, so they swung out their swords to block the attack of the young Taoist priest and then quickly retreated.

Just when they had retreated three steps, there was a loud bang and lightning struck the corpse.

Another bolt of lightning struck towards the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist flew to avoid it, but the lightning seemed to have eyes. It struck out a big hole. When it found that it could not hit him, it continued to strike, making several crackling sounds in succession, until a bolt of lightning struck over his head. Only then did the thunderclouds in the sky disperse with satisfaction.

Pan Yun's face turned pale, but his hands moved quickly. He wanted to take advantage of the man's illness to kill him. He took out a thunder talisman and was about to hit him, but was stopped by Chen Ziwu and Zhang Zixiang.

Chen Ziwu: "He's really going to die if you hit him like that."

Zhang Zixiang: "We haven't found out the whole story yet, so we can't kill him."

Pan Yun: "It's just a few thunder talismans. At most, it will make him lose his ability to move, but he won't die."

Zhang Zixiang: "Junior sister, he has lost his ability to move now."

The senior brother who came forward to check kicked him, then pried open his eyelids and took a look, then said, "Junior sister, he really has lost his ability to move. Your thunder is so powerful, it's almost the same as the real thunder."

Even if they are Taoists, they will be struck to death by lightning.

Oh, quite a few Taoists were killed by lightning, so they use thunder, but they are also the group of people who fear thunder the most.

Pan Jun stepped forward and kicked him, making sure he was really unconscious, and then let him go, "Where's the rotten corpse?"

No one moved for a moment.

Pan Yun hid behind Zhang Zixiang and said timidly: "Brother, do you think those insects will escape from the corpse and eventually cover the entire mountain?"

Zhang Zixiang and others' faces changed. They didn't care about Pan Yun's changes. They shot fireballs to light up the way ahead to see the rotting corpse.

His whole body was burnt by lightning. One of the brothers endured the nausea and used a wooden stick to pull open his wounds. He found that there was black charcoal in the shape of insects inside. Obviously, the insects were burnt by lightning.

He let out a long breath and said with a smile, "That's right. Thunder can burn a person to a crisp and even turn his internal organs into charcoal. Naturally, these insects can't escape it either."

(End of this chapter)