I smiled faintly and said, "It's ghost blood."

The brother was so scared that his face turned pale: "Ghost blood? This is the first time I heard that ghosts also have blood."

"You'll know tonight..."

After saying that, I handed the knife to my brother: "Now you follow my instructions and soak the samurai sword in the urine for an hour, then wipe it clean and put it back in the execution ground of the King of Hell. I have to find out the origin of this thing!"

Li Mazi asked with a smile: "Brother, I see that you look relaxed, are you sure?"

I shook my head: "It's not very sure, but I believe this knife is not a very evil thing. Because swords that were extremely fierce in ancient times would drink blood. For example, the ancestral treasure sword of the green-faced beast Yang Zhi in "Water Margin" can kill people without blood. In fact, it is not that killing people without blood, but that the sword itself drank the blood. But this knife did not drink blood, so it would not be too troublesome..."

It both my brother and Li Mazi breathed a sigh of relief.

I asked my brother to prepare three sets of police uniforms for me, preferably worn by the police, as well as some realgar and strong wine.

What's the use of asking me for these things? I said, don't worry about so many things, just get them.

Because the moment I saw the samurai sword, a plan was gradually brewing in my mind.

He immediately prepared his brother. He came back in less than two hours and brought three sets of police uniforms. It turned out that he happened to know a friend who worked in the police station, so he borrowed it after saying hello.

At night, the village was particularly lively because everyone knew that the village chief hired a master to save the contractor's body.

I walked out of the villa and observed carefully to see who was coming?

When I saw this, I was stunned. The visitor turned out to be a Taoist priest wearing a yellow Taoist robe. However, this Taoist priest seemed a bit unauthentic. Although it was well equipped, it had a peach wood sword and a gossip mirror.

But the beard on his face was obviously pressed on, and he was burping with a beer belly while walking a few steps.

That's a hell of a person who can cultivate his skills in this way.

However, the village chief was respectful to the Taoist priest. If the Taoist priest farts, the village chief could listen to it as an imperial edict.

Li Mazi asked me if this guy wanted to cheat the things in the execution ground of the King of Hell, right? He felt that as long as the Taoist priest gave the order, the village chief would definitely hand over everything.

I smiled and said, "Don't worry! There will be a good show later."

The Taoist priest quickly set up the altar, grabbed the peach wood sword and jumped up and down, like a monkey.

I was a little funny just when I saw him pointing Taoist handprints into orchids. This guy probably had no ability at all and was just cheating money in the surrounding towns.

After jumping for a while, the Taoist priest suddenly stopped and said, "Bold and evil, dare to harm the people of the countryside! Let's see how I deal with you."

After that, he jumped into the big pit of the King of Hell execution ground. After a while, he climbed up. He looked exhausted, and was holding a samurai sword that I asked my brother to urinate.

"The culprit has been found." The Taoist priest threw the samurai sword to the ground: "It was all the ghosts attached to this sword that were causing trouble! The ghost was a butcher before, but when he was slaughtering a pig, he accidentally fell into the big pot and burned to death. Then he looked for a substitute everywhere. Don't worry, I have beaten him to death."

The villagers immediately cheered, and the village chief even ran up to say good things and stuffed the money into the Taoist priest's hands.

However, the Taoist priest waved his hand: "Money is like dirt to me. If all the villagers really want to thank me, they can give me all the things in the execution ground of the King of Hell, so that I can slowly save these undeads."

The village chief nodded immediately and said no problem.

Li Mazi was nervous, pinched my arm and shouted: If the thing really fell into the hands of others, wouldn’t our trip be in vain?

I told Li Mazi not to worry, that Taoist priest can't take away anything.

Li Mazi was very suspicious of my words, but seeing that I was so confident, I didn't say much, but just looked at the execution ground of the King of Hell with a burning gaze.

Just as the villagers were preparing to take the things from the King of Hell execution ground and give them to the Taoist priest, I clearly saw the Taoist priest trembling all over and his expression gradually became painful.

In the end, it hurts, and even the teeth are chewing.

The village chief was very curious and immediately asked the Taoist priest what was wrong?

The Taoist priest didn't say a word, but just tilted his head and looked at the samurai sword on the ground with a faint look. His expression was exactly the same as the contractor hanging on the iron hook.

Finally, he even bent down and picked up the samurai sword high.

The village chief was even more surprised and patted the Taoist priest on the shoulder: "Master, are you doing it again?"

The Taoist priest suddenly looked up and showed a strange smile at the village chief.

A hoarse voice popped out of his throat, and the sound was completely different from the Taoist priest's own voice: "Baga!"

Afterwards, the Taoist priest raised his knife and slashed at the village chief.

The village chief was shocked and was so scared that he rolled and crawled, but the Taoist priest refused to give in, still holding the samurai sword, and occasionally shouting out what we couldn't understand in his mouth. But I had guessed that it should be in Japanese.

The villagers were also stunned. Unexpectedly, the noble master turned into this, and three or four young people immediately went up to fight.

However, the Taoist priest seemed to be suffering from insanity and was extremely powerful, and even three or four people could not suppress him.

In a moment, he slashed several people, and screams suddenly broke out in the scene, and the villagers fled in scattered.

Li Mazi immediately laughed: "Brother Zhang, are you really amazing? This is the good show you let me watch, right? How did you expect this scene?"

I smiled and said, "Can you not get angry if you soak in your urine for an hour?"

I was worried that things would be a big deal, and it would be bad if it was killed. I immediately sent a text message to my brother: "Let him find a way to sprinkle realgar powder on the knife."

He immediately took a few people to hold the Taoist priest temporarily, and then sprinkled a whole pack of realgar on the samurai sword.

The Taoist gradually stopped struggling and fell to the ground and began to foam.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the village chief immediately lifted the Taoist priest and left in shame.

I breathed a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

After everyone was exposed, he walked over with sweat and asked me what to do next? After experiencing the incident just now, he completely knew that there were people outside the mountain.

I smiled and snatched out the cigarette butts: "Let's go, it's time for us to do it!"

Afterwards, I quickly brought the police uniforms to the police and asked my brother and Li Mazi to change them.

Although the two of them didn't understand what I was going to do, they still did it strangely.

I picked up the samurai sword and said coldly: "This knife is a real Japanese craft, but Japan has surrendered for decades. How could their swords be left in China?"

Li Mazi and Li looked at each other in a glance, but they didn't know how to explain for a while.

I sighed: "Forget it, send this knife back to Japan another day and let it return to its hometown! This season, I believe that the cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji are in full bloom."

After saying that, I wiped off the realgar on the blade, wrapped the knife with a piece of cloth, and took the two of them home.

When he got home, Li Mazi and his brothers stared at me blankly, without saying a word.

I carefully placed the samurai sword on the coffee table, and then said, "Along the way, you must have many questions to ask, right?"

Li Mazi nodded and said, "It's not just a lot of problems. My brain is short-circuited now. Brother, don't keep it a secret. Tell us about the origin of this knife and what happened to the surrender of Japan?"

I smiled and nodded.

In fact, this knife is not an ordinary samurai sword.

It is a knife specially used by Japanese soldiers to commit suicide by separating the stomach, and the people in the industry called it: Snake Raising Knife.
Chapter completed!