Chapter 35 Chapter Eighteen

"Ah!" Wang Weizhen, who was covered in blood, pinched Hanba's neck with red eyes, and with the other hand, he roughly stuffed the copper coin into its mouth, but the next moment, his arm was detached from his body, Slowly thrown into the air... Pooh... A mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and Wang Weizhen laughed out loud. Pooh... Hanba's two hands directly passed through his body, and there were some fragments of internal organs that splashed out, and the blue-purple intestines had already been scattered all over the ground. But Wang Weizhen still exhausted his last bit of strength and hugged Hanba tightly, never letting go.

"Quick! Stab it!" Wang Weizhen pointed at his heart and shouted. "You...why do you do this!" Zhang Enpu Tianshi sword in hand, it is really difficult to grasp. "Hurry up!...If you don't stab...it will...be too late..." Wang Weizhen groaned while enduring the severe pain of splitting his body. "Okay!" Zhang Enpu gritted his teeth, his old eyes were full of tears: "Mr. Wang's meritorious deeds are immeasurable, Zhang Enpu will definitely remember them in the future." After finishing speaking, the Celestial Master Sword quickly stabbed at the place Wang Weizhen pointed at.

After a dull sound, the tip of the sword passed through Wang Weizhen's body without hindrance, and the Hanba behind him also had a hole opened. Once the corpse gas leaks out along with the wound, the Hanba will no longer be invulnerable, which is its fatal weakness. Zhang Enpu's long sword flicked, and the sword edge cut off Hanba's head with endless hatred. With a bang, Han Yan's body finally fell to the ground, unable to move anymore. Zhang Enpu took a deep breath, pasted a spell on Hanba's body, and then shouted to the person hiding far outside the house: "Take this out, and burn it to ashes with fire."

"As for those bitten by Hanba, use aged glutinous rice mixed with snake medicine for external application, and three liang of realgar wine orally, and it will heal within three days." The people outside said yes again and again, and carried the Hanmao away.Zhang Enpu shook his head, squatted down, held Wang Weizhen's hand, and sighed: "Why are you doing this?" "Hey, you don't understand..." Wang Weizhen spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and everyone knew that he had no chance of being saved now. "Ah!" Zhang Enpu clenched his hand. "Old Wang, old Wang..." First Young Master Liu shook his arm, choking on his sobs.

"Young Master, can you promise me one thing?" Wang Weizhen suppressed a breath, but didn't swallow it, obviously his wish was fulfilled. "Don't die, I won't call you an old liar from now on, I'll find you a wife..." Young Master Liu shouted. "After I die... bury... me and your Granny Fan..." Before the last words could be uttered, Wang Weizhen rolled her eyes and passed away. First Young Master Liu knew what he meant, he wanted to be with Granny Fan after his death and talk, so as to make up for his debts during his lifetime. In fact, even if he didn't say it, he would do it himself.

Wang Banxian's hands were icy cold, just like Young Master Liu's heart. "Master, I'm so sorry! We still have things to do." Zhang Enpu patted him on the shoulder from behind. "Isn't it all over?" "Hehe" Zhang Enpu shook his head: "This is not an end, it's just a beginning!" "What do you mean?" Young Master Liu raised his head in astonishment. Zhang Enpu waved his hand: "Let the villagers carry Mr. Wang's body out! Go, go to the yard, and I will explain to you." In the yard, several villagers were cleaning up the mess on the ground. Bai Erlaozi and Heishan were lying on a stretcher, and someone was bandaging them. Village Chief Tian and Village Chief Zhao were chatting there, smoking dry cigarettes, and saw Zhang Enpu coming out He stood up quickly, and his gratitude was beyond words.

Zhang Enpu also had a few words of politeness with them, but didn't say anything.He just ordered them to bury Wang Banxian first without mentioning it.