There was actually nothing filthy on the old Daoist at all, but in his own vision, he was covered from head to toe in muddy water, crawling with leeches as thick as thumbs.
"Mr. Cui, Mr. Cui! I really don't know! I only found those two torn pages. Apart from what's on them, I don't know anything!" Old Daoist Sun felt leeches already crawling into his outer ears, peering into his ear canals...
Cui Jiuyang held the two tattered sheets, completely ignoring Old Daoist Sun's desperate pleas as he carefully read through all the evil sorcery written on them.
Nothing.
There was no solution.
Those two tattered sheets described nothing but ways to harm people. Not a single word mentioned how to save them.
Covered in blood and carrying a case, Master Tiger walked out of the woods, stood beside Cui Jiuyang, and glanced at Old Daoist Sun.
"What, he still hasn't talked?" Master Tiger asked.
Cui Jiuyang said helplessly, "He doesn't know how either."
He handed the two sheets to Master Tiger. "Take a look. These two sheets alone threw all of Yangshan into turmoil."
Master Tiger put down the case and read the two torn pages as well.
After a while, he handed them back. "I killed all three of his disciples. Once we kill him too, there should be nobody left who knows this evil sorcery."
Cui Jiuyang took the sheets and casually waved his hand. Without any wind, the two pages burst into flame and crumbled into drifting ash.
In Old Daoist Sun's despairing vision, the countless leeches seemed to receive some command and began squeezing into the seven openings of his head.
His eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils were soon packed with countless leeches.
Old Daoist Sun felt the fat, greasy bodies of leeches bursting