Martial Arts? Sorry, I am better at Thunder Spell!

Chapter 54: 054 Centipede-infused liquor, greatly nourishing! (Seeking first subscription as it goes on sale! Requesting monthly votes!)

Half a day later, in the afternoon, Qin Hao’s paperwork was completed.

The evidence collection procedure for the two giant centipedes was also finished.

As for the sentence of that Japanese Onmyoji, according to the process, it should take at least a few months.

But Qin Hao felt that the guy might not even live to see that day, considering the degree of Yin Energy eroding him.

Without anything to suppress it, he would probably die violently within seven days at most.

Of course, dying violently is not a bad thing.

After all, this son of a bitch had done so many conscienceless deeds, dying early not only saves resources and manpower but also spares Dragon Country the cost of a bullet.

It was advantageous in every way with no downside.

Before leaving, Qin Hao requested to see the Japanese Onmyoji one last time.

Of course, he didn’t miss him.

Qin Hao had already spent 500 incense points in the Incense Value Mall to purchase a Forbidden Talisman.

And pasted it on the Japanese Onmyoji.

This Forbidden Talisman, once affixed, would prevent him from using any techniques for at least a month.

It was just a precaution against the guy causing trouble in prison.

After finishing these things, Qin Hao walked away slowly under the hate-filled gaze of the Japanese man.

By this point, the man’s face was black with anger. @@novelbin@@

This damn Dragon Country’s Master.

He had been hoping that once the Taoist left, he could figure out a way to escape with his Yin Yang Technique.

But now, with the Forbidden Talisman affixed, his every thought was utterly annihilated.

Now, the Japanese man could only wait to die where he stood.

At that moment, he cursed Qin Hao in his heart.

He also silently swore, “Despicable Dragon Country’s Master, after I die, I will definitely become an Evil Ghost and continue to curse you in the Underworld!”

As to why he wouldn’t seek revenge on Qin Hao after becoming an Evil Ghost.

Ha!

If he couldn’t even beat him alive, how could he seek revenge from the Purple Robed Heavenly Master after dying and becoming an Evil Ghost?

That’d be like a mouse licking a cat’s nose for no good reason, only seeking thrills.

When Evil Ghosts appear, Heavenly Masters deal with them professionally.

They don’t want to kill a living soul to avoid trouble.

But once someone becomes an Evil Ghost, it’s a different story and they could easily strike you down within minutes.

So, even if the Japanese man had ten thousand times the courage, he still wouldn’t dare to seek revenge after death.

Unless he wanted to die again.

…

Southern City Branch, the Evidence Identification Center.

Two giant centipedes were transported to this place by a special vehicle.

A group of police officers circled around the two giant centipedes.

They had thought that these two centipedes might be important evidence.

But after much effort, they realized that the centipedes were impervious to blades and bullets.

Let alone obtaining evidence, even holding them down was tough.

Now a crowd worriedly surrounded the two centipedes, unsure of how to deal with them.

Qin Hao, guided by several police officers, arrived and looked at the two giant centipedes, asking, “Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerate, Officer Wang, do you really have no use for these two centipedes?”

Originally, according to the police, if Qin Hao wanted to take the centipedes, he would have to wait several months following normal procedures.

But now, the police realized that they couldn’t handle these two giant centipedes, found little use for them, and didn’t know how to properly contain them.

After a meeting and discussion, they decided to let Qin Hao take them away.

Better to have him take them than to keep them at the station and risk further injury to people.

Captain Wang nodded, saying, “If the Heavenly Master can take them away, then do so. These creatures are of no use to us here.”

It had taken considerable effort for them to transport the two centipedes back to the station.

They hired a truck and several officers worked with the strength of nine bulls and two tigers to get them back.

They were now simply worried that Qin Hao might want to take them but wouldn’t be able to.

Qin Hao said, “You don’t have to worry about that, Officer Wang, I have my own methods.”

With that, Qin Hao took out the Bone Flute confiscated from the Japanese and began to play it.

The centipedes had been raised with Japanese evil magic since they were young.

All five senses of the centipedes had been destroyed from an early age.

They were trained using the special sound of the Bone Flute.

Over time, all actions of the centipedes would follow the command of the Bone Flute.

That’s why during the fight, the Japanese had taken out a flute and started to play.

And when Qin Hao knocked him unconscious and the flute’s sound stopped, the two centipedes, like headless flies, lost their aggressiveness.

Now, the best way to control the two centipedes was naturally with the Bone Flute that they were trained with since childhood.

Qin Hao played the Bone Flute.

As the sound of the flute rang out.

Sure enough, the two centipedes immediately became docile, obeying commands, and crawled directly in front of Qin Hao.

This performance astonishes Captain Wang and all the surrounding police officers.

Holy moly!

What sorcery is this?

“Master, can you also control beasts?” Captain Wang looked at Qin Hao with shocked eyes.

You’re commanding beasts already, and you’re still saying you can’t cultivate?

Qin Hao put down the flute and said seriously, “Control beasts? I was just blowing randomly! Captain Wang, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way. Gentlemen, farewell!”

As he spoke, Qin Hao leaped onto the back of one of the giant centipedes.

Then, blowing the flute, he controlled the two centipedes and quickly crawled toward the direction of Qingyun Mountain.

He left behind a group of police officers who were already stunned.

The Taoist said he didn’t understand cultivation, but the next second, he was sitting on a giant centipede, controlling it and leaving the police station.

Don’t monks refrain from lying?

You’re clearly spouting nonsense!

…

Inside the police station, Qin Hao played the Bone Flute, steering the centipedes as they crawled along the ground.

In the station, several police officers were escorting the handcuffed Japanese to the detention center.

The Japanese was walking when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of the Bone Flute.

Then, he watched as his two treasured centipedes, raised for many years, crawled past him with the Dragon Country’s Taoist sitting on them.

The Japanese was stunned.

How could this guy play the Bone Flute?

And why did it seem like he played it even better than him?

The Japanese exclaimed, “Bastard, where are you taking my centipedes?”

Qin Hao replied, “Centipedes make for a robust health-boosting liquor! Of course, I’m taking them back to brew some spirits!”

Upon hearing this, the Japanese man was instantly enraged to the point of spewing a mouthful of blood.

This son of a bitch, he killed my ghosts, broke my array, destroyed years of my work, sent me to jail, slapped a Forbidden Talisman on me.

And now, he’s taking my beloved centipedes to make into liquor!

Who the hell is the actual villain here!

Heartlessly cruel!

This Japanese, already with Yin Energy in his body and his organs greatly damaged, wouldn’t live much longer.

Now aggravated by Qin Hao’s words, though he might have survived another week, it’d be impressive if he could last three days given the situation.

Sitting atop the centipede, Qin Hao didn’t bother with the man anymore.

Why waste words on someone nearly dead?

Playing the Bone Flute, he steered the centipedes, heading towards Qingyun Mountain.

Along the way, many people witnessed the two giant centipedes moving on the highway.

What was outrageous was that these two centipedes crawled faster than some cars.

Even the traffic officers watching were bewildered.

On a road with a speed limit of 40, the centipedes zipped past, going at least 80 or more.

The traffic officer, sitting on his motorcycle, hesitated whether to chase after them or not.

Not to chase seemed wrong, but to actually pursue these intimidating centipedes, he wasn’t too keen on pulling them over either.

Besides, they weren’t driving cars, but centipedes, which was somewhat awkward to handle.

The traffic officer was genuinely troubled.

Should I pursue or not?

He had never encountered such a situation before.