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Long Yan walked over, preparing to grab Aben.
The hermit of the thatched cottage also joined in, and the two of them encircled each other.
Aben sensed something was wrong.
Moreover, the vampire king possessing him also affected his mind.
He secretly took out the dagger from his pocket, and in a moment of impulsiveness, fiercely stabbed at Long Yan.
clang!
The dagger pierced Long Yan's waist with pinpoint accuracy.
A chorus of terrified cries erupted around them; everyone was stunned, never expecting such a bloody incident to occur in the church.
They had even called an ambulance, since being stabbed in the waist with a knife was definitely a bad sign.
"Go to hell you!"
Aben spoke cruelly to Long Yan, his eyes filled with madness.
But the next moment,
He started to panic!
Fear overwhelmed me!
Because the dagger didn't penetrate!
It did not cause any damage to Long Yan.
Dragon Flame, with its copper skin and iron bones, is not afraid of this kind of dagger.
He threw a punch.
He knocked Ah Ben flying, nearly killing him.
Long Yan didn't kill him, otherwise it would have been murder, because Aben is still a human, not a ghost, and killing him would inevitably carry legal risks.
"Little monk, do you have a grudge against this person? Why would he want to kill you?"
The hermit of the thatched hut was quite surprised to see that Long Yan was unharmed. This kid's physical body was incredibly strong; he was truly a dragon among men!
However, he was puzzled.
Why did this person choose to take the risk of assassinating Long Yan?
"Logically speaking, the Vampire King only has a remnant soul left. Even if he possesses someone, he can only affect that person's mind and cannot control their behavior."
"Unless this person truly hates you and his resentment has been amplified by the Ghost King, he would not be able to kill you."
The hermit of the thatched cottage shared his analysis with Long Yan.
"This is the first time I've met him. There's no way we could have a grudge," Long Yan shook his head, equally puzzled.
He could clearly see hatred and murderous intent in Aben's eyes.
They really wanted to kill Long Yan!
Aben stood up from the ground, his mouth full of blood and his face contorted with madness, and roared at Long Yan:
"You stole the woman I love!"
"You can live in her house, eat her food, use her things, kiss her, and sleep with her."
"But I can only watch from afar!"
"I want you to die!"
After a loud shout, Aben charged at Long Yan again.
However, before he could even touch Long Yan, he was kicked to the ground.
With his skills, Long Yan was simply crushing a weakling.
The bystanders were completely dumbfounded.
"What's going on? Is this young monk having an affair with a woman?"
"It seems he's still living off a woman, being kept by her!"
"It seems that Aben has a crush on this woman, but he can't have her, so he harbors resentment towards the little monk."
Soon someone figured out the situation, but no one knew who the woman was.
Because Aben didn't say his name.
"Little monk, could he be talking about Miss Shishi?" That was the only woman the hermit in the thatched hut could think of.
Shishi is Wang Xian'er.
After all, Long Yan and Wang Xian'er slept in the same room last night.
Long Yan nodded; it must be Wang Xian'er.
Ah Ben is also an actor, although not very famous, but he has a rather radical personality.
He liked Wang Xian'er but couldn't win her over, so he started to hate Long Yan, who spent every day with Wang Xian'er.
He had even considered kidnapping Wang Xian'er, but Long Yan's appearance completely disrupted his plans.
"Put down the knife, and turn back before it's too late! I'll help you drive out the remnant soul of the Ghost King."
The hermit of the thatched hut was unaware of the inside story and thought that the man was just troubled by love. He believed that as long as he helped him drive away the remnant soul of the Ghost King, he would be able to calm down.
"do not come!"
Seeing that he couldn't kill Long Yan, Aben put the knife to his own neck.
He has completely lost his mind!
With the remnant soul of the vampire king possessing him, he was further agitated and completely descended into madness.
Next,
Aben started slitting his own throat with a knife.
Fresh blood gushed from the major artery, leaving a bloody gash on the neck—a truly horrific sight.
this moment,
The fear of death
This brought Aben back to his senses a little.
"no no!"
"Help me, help me!"
"I don't want to die..."
He spoke hoarsely, his voice growing weaker and weaker, because his trachea had been severed.
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Blood loss and suffocation!
The scene was extremely terrifying.
The Christians around were terrified.
This bloody scene is even more terrifying than a vengeful ghost.
Someone has already called an ambulance, but it's too late.
"Perhaps there's still a chance to save him." The Hermit of the Thatched Cottage is a highly skilled Taoist master who can use Taoist arts to save people.
However, Long Yan had no intention of saving anyone.
Since Ah Ben had a motive to kidnap Wang Xian'er, his death was actually a good thing; the world was rid of one more menace.
Moreover, the Fusang Demon King will only emerge from the cross after he dies.
In this way, Long Yan can legitimately capture ghosts and completely eliminate the vampire king and the Fusang ghost king.
"Layman, it's too late, look."
Long Yan stopped the hermit of the thatched hut and drew his attention to the huge cross in the hall.
The golden cross emitted a thick black mist!
That's a sign of yin energy condensing.
A figure slowly emerged from the cross.
The hermit of the thatched cottage realized the seriousness of the matter.
The Christians who witnessed this scene were not afraid; on the contrary, they were deeply moved.
"Jesus has appeared!"
..... .... ....
Especially the priest, holding the Bible, mistook the figure appearing on the cross for Jesus Christ.
Then, he led the believers in prayer.
"Fuso Ghost King!"
The hermit exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the figure on the cross at a glance as the Fusang Demon King!
The surrounding believers all turned to look at him, their eyes filled with hostility.
hateful!
How can you portray Jesus as the King of Demons!
The hermit of the thatched cottage was also puzzled at this moment:
"What's going on? Wasn't the Fusang Demon King already killed by the little monk at the Three Saints' House? How did he recover so quickly!"
He doesn't understand!
Because he mistook the Vampire King for the Fusang King.
They look so alike!
at this time,