Chapter 39 Ghost Weapon
"It's okay, it's okay, brother, do you want to sell this weasel you raised?" The middle-aged man stared at the weasel. He was so hungry that he just wanted to fill his stomach.

Huang Daxian Gu shuddered and turned to look at the middle-aged man. Zheng Wenjie lifted Huang Daxian Gu from behind and held her in his arms: "What's your name, brother?"

"Brother, my name is Zhang Tianlu. I'm a doctor and my home is at the foot of Changbai Mountain." Zhang Tianlu looked at Zheng Wenjie stroking the weasel's head. Seeing the weasel's squinting eyes, he knew that the man and the animal were very close. He was afraid that his plan had failed, so he sat back on the ground helplessly.

"Brother, I have no say on whether to sell this weasel or not. Aren't those three eating it happily? Why don't you ask?"

Zhang Tianlu looked at the rib still hanging on the campfire, swallowed his saliva and sighed, "Why didn't I ask? If I did, the three of them ignored me and just kept eating. I was about to cut a piece, and the three of them glared at me, as if they wanted to eat me."

"It's not that I look like you, I just want to eat you." A childish voice frightened Zhang Tianlu again.

Zhang Tianlu looked at Zheng Wenjie with tears in his eyes: "Brother, were you scaring me again just now? There is a teahouse in my county town where there is a storyteller who also has this unique skill."

"Who is scaring you? Don't scare yourself. You just wanted to eat me. If you scare yourself to death again, I won't save you."

Zhang Tianlu looked at Zheng Wenjie's closed mouth, then looked towards the lazy weasel in his arms in the direction of the voice. His vision went dark and he quickly knelt on the ground: "Huang Xian, please spare me, Huang Xian, please spare me. I said the wrong thing and I deserve to be beaten. I deserve to be beaten." After saying that, he slapped himself a few times.

"Okay, get up, I'm not angry." Huang Daxiangu rubbed her head against Zheng Wenjie's palm and said unhappily.

"Hey, hey, Huang Xian is right, she is right." Zhang Tianlu sat up with a sad face, and suddenly thought of what Huang Daxian had just said. He turned his head to look at the three people sitting next to him gnawing on ribs, and then turned his head to look at Zheng Wenjie with an expression that was about to cry: "Brother, what did Huang Xian mean by what she said just now?"

Zheng Wenjie waited for a moment and saw that Huang Daxian Gu had no intention of talking, so he spoke: "Didn't you notice? You have a shadow, I have a shadow, even Huang Xian has a shadow."

Zhang Tianlu looked at the shadows of Zheng Wenjie and Huang Xiansan cast by the bonfire and nodded: "Yes, we all have shadows, what's wrong with that?"

Zheng Wenjie felt like he had lost his mind. He looked at Zhang Tianlu, pointed at the three people with his free hand and asked, "Look, do those three people have shadows?"

When Zhang Tianlu heard this, he looked hurriedly. In the light of the fire, the three people who were gnawing on the ribs were illuminated by the campfire behind them, as if the place where the three people were sitting was empty, not blocking the firelight at all.

Without saying a word, Zhang Tianlu calmly turned around, with his back to the three men, allowing Zheng Wenjie to clearly see his pale face.

"You won't be scared to death now, right?" Wong Tai Sin Gu joked.

Zhang Tianlu shook his head and said in a dry voice, "I have been with the three ghosts for so long. If it weren't for my brother and Huang Xian, I would have died. Would they have eaten my flesh? The things on the bonfire must be human ribs. I am a doctor and I have set bones for many people, but I didn't find anything when I saw human ribs and just thought of eating them."

"How come you're so smart now?" Zheng Wenjie said with a smile. He let go of Huang Daxian Gu and let her lie back on his back. He comforted Zhang Tianlu and said, "These three ghosts have no intelligence. They won't bother you until they finish eating the meat on the bonfire."

Zhang Tianlu wiped the cold sweat from his head and said, "Brother, what should we do next?"

"That depends on the Yellow Fairy. It's the one that said it would come and save you."

Zhang Tianlu and Huang Daxian Gu who was lying on Zheng Wenjie's shoulder looked at each other and knelt on the ground: "I will never forget Huang Xian's life-saving grace. When I return home, I will invite him to the temple, put up tributes, and worship him every day. May I know Huang Xian's name?" Huang Daxian Gu shook her head: "No, I am most afraid of trouble. I have a junior who is worshipped as the guardian deity. That person died completely. My junior held a grudge and went to seek revenge as soon as he knew the murderer. In the end, he was shot to death by several guns before he could kill a few people."

Zhang Tianlu was speechless for a moment and looked at Zheng Wenjie for help.

"Look, I'm useless. Anyway, I have to save you. If you want to thank me, then thank me. If you don't want to, that's fine." Zheng Wenjie smiled, turned his head slightly and asked the little head on his shoulder: "Did you see anything?"

Huang Daxian Gu nodded and said, "These three have become the ghosts of the ghost weapon. This one only knows how to eat, and it must be a starving ghost. If they want to reincarnate, they must find someone to die for them and become the new ghost of the ghost weapon."

"So this thing is a ghost weapon." Zheng Wenjie nodded and looked at the hemp rope behind the feet of Zhang Tianlu who was still kneeling.

Zhang Tianlu turned his head and looked in the direction Zheng Wenjie was looking. In the cleared snow field, there was nothing but a hemp rope and some firewood. He turned to look at Zheng Wenjie and said, "Brother, where is the ghost weapon you mentioned? There is nothing there."

Huang Daxian Gu looked Zhang Tianlu up and down with her eyes rolling, and said to Zheng Wenjie: "Fortunately, we didn't agree to let him invite me into the temple."

Zheng Wenjie looked behind Zhang Tianlu. The ribs roasting on the campfire had been eaten up. The three people's originally rosy faces turned into deathly pale faces, and snow residue appeared on their faces and bodies.

The hemp rope on Zhang Tianlu's heel trembled, flew up quickly and entangled Zhang Tianlu's head and neck. Zhang Tianlu was pulled in the air without any chance to react. The straight hemp rope reminded Zheng Wenjie of a magic trick he had heard of called the Magic Rope.

Zheng Wenjie did not delay. Seeing the three minions coming towards him with their faces torn, Zheng Wenjie did not retreat but advanced instead. He slapped the three minions on the left and right, turning them into three puffs of smoke and scaring them to pieces.

Huang Daxiangu originally wanted to tell Zheng Wenjie that as long as the ghost weapon was destroyed, the three ghosts would be able to reincarnate, but when she saw Zheng Wenjie slapping the three ghosts to death with a few slaps, the words she wanted to say were swallowed back into her throat.

After losing his three minions, the power of the hemp rope was greatly reduced. Zhang Tianlu, who was struggling in the air, also fell down, and his raised toes were able to support the ground.

"Brother, save me!" Zhang Tianlu's face turned red from being squeezed, and he tried his best to pull the hemp rope around his neck with both hands, but to no avail.

Zheng Wenjie walked up, grabbed the hemp rope around Zhang Tianlu's neck with both hands, and pulled it up. The hemp rope trembled, and the hemp rope that was stretched straight upwards began to fall down in circles and entangled Zheng Wenjie's hands that were holding the rope.

Zheng Wenjie began to pull hard with both hands. As the force gradually increased, the hemp rope began to make cracking sounds. Finally, it shook a few times and broke into several sections that scattered on the ground, becoming an ordinary hemp rope.

Zhang Tianlu, who had escaped the disaster, knelt on the ground and coughed for a while. It took him a while to recover. He stood up with some effort: "Brother, this is a great favor and I cannot thank you enough! If it weren't for you and Huang Xian, I would definitely be dead."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." Zheng Wenjie smiled, and the Wong Tai Sin Lady on his back nodded in agreement after hearing what he said.

"But coming to the point, man, why are you still on the mountain in the middle of the night?" Zheng Wenjie asked, turning sideways, his eyes flashing green, and with a flick of his fingers, a small ball of orange-red flame burned the hemp ropes scattered on the ground into ashes.

Zhang Tianlu, who had recovered, said helplessly, "I came up here to collect herbs. A man in my village married his wife two days ago. She went crazy after the wedding night. When you talk to her, she keeps mumbling something. She's so scared, so cold, and so stiff. I was asked to take a look. She seems to have been frightened. There are no herbs for treating convulsions or calming the nerves at home, so I came up the mountain to try my luck."

(End of this chapter)