Chapter 48

After defeating the Zombie King, we didn't know where to go when we suddenly heard a loud noise in front of us.

The three of us looked at each other and walked towards the noise.

When we came over a small hill, we saw a town below. The layout of the town was similar to that of Tongbian Town, with a main road in the middle and various houses on both sides.

"Let's go down and take a look," I said.

We walked down the hill and mixed in with the crowd in the town. It was like a night market here, and their clothes looked similar to those of the Ming Dynasty.

There are all kinds of vendors on both sides of the road, selling everything. They are shouting, and there are children playing in the street.

Mao Jianming looked around with a strange expression on his face. Just as he was about to speak, I stopped him. He shrank his head and looked at the dazzling array of street stalls again.

"Ouch!" A little boy bumped into me and fell to the ground. Two other boys chased after him. The boy on the ground, seeing his friends catch up, stood up and continued running. However, he hadn't taken a few steps before he disintegrated into pieces. The people on the street were so frightened that they stepped out of the way. The previously noisy noise disappeared, and a deep silence fell.

We were the only three left standing in the middle of the main street, staring at the scene before us, unsure of what was happening.

The sound of gongs and drums filled the air, and we all turned to look. We saw a procession of people dressed in red approaching from a distance. At the front of the procession was a boy and girl, the boy on the left and the girl on the right, jumping and scattering paper money. Behind them stood two people, one in front and one behind, carrying a large gong, striking it every three steps. Behind the gong bearers were three trumpet players on each side, and behind them, on the left, an ox, and on the right, a horse. Behind them, eight people carried a coffin. Behind the coffin were two long lines of maids and servants.

It looks like a funeral procession.

In the blink of an eye, the team was in front of us.

I motioned to Mao Jianming and Zhang Song to move aside, but unexpectedly, the boys and girls at the beginning surrounded the three of us. They jumped around and threw paper money at us, while the other people in the team also looked at us with smiles.

The people carrying the coffin put it on the ground and opened the lid. Inside was an old man in his sixties. Judging from his clothes, he must be a high-ranking official.

He opened his eyes, and two blue threads emanated from them. These threads wrapped around Zhang Song and me, and I felt a surge of Yang energy. Looking at Zhang Song, his Yang energy had already flowed out along the blue threads. His face was confused, and he didn't react. At that moment, the blue thread holding him was suddenly severed by a burst of energy, and a strong wind blew up, blowing away the troops surrounding us.

It turns out Zhang Song had been wearing the wooden plaque I gave him. I made that plaque under Master Zhang's guidance when I was a child, before I ran away from home. I remember Zhang Song had already enlisted in the army, and I asked Maomao, now known as Mao Jianming, to give it to him. Mao Jianming also had a similar wooden plaque.

The purpose of the wooden sign is to protect them when they encounter these evil spirits in critical moments.

Zhang Song regained consciousness, immediately pulled out his pistol, and fired two shots at the old man in front of us. However, this was just a vent of his anger and did not cause any harm to the two old men.

Zhang Song's actions may have angered the old man. As soon as he opened his mouth, the yang energy of the three of us showed signs of leaving our bodies.

"Seeking your own death!"

I immediately summoned the Fire Bell, and a surge of black flames shot towards him. He seemed unprepared for my power and quickly dodged, but was still burned. He patted his beard rapidly; my blow had landed squarely on his beard.

You know, my black flame is incredibly pure. Once it burns, it's like a maggot attached to the bone, extremely difficult to deal with. Last time, the pen demon was only touched by a little bit, and half of its body was burned.

To my surprise, he actually put out the fire. I had already burned off most of his long beard, which had once been a good-looking man. Now he looked ridiculous.

I wasn't the only one who felt this way. People on both sides of the street started laughing and watching him. Even the usually stern Zhang Song chuckled, then burst into laughter as if letting out a grudge. Mao Jianming even held his stomach and laughed non-stop. In the end, he and Zhang Song were so laughing that they were arm in arm, laughing at him together.

The old man seemed to be hurt by our ridicule and let out a sharp cry, the sound waves spreading in all directions. The people on the street were all shaken by his voice and disappeared into the air like sand.

The noise was so loud that the three of us covered our ears. It took advantage of this opportunity and flew straight towards us.

I endured the piercing sound, and instantly a black-feathered arrow appeared in my hand. I aimed at his heart and fired. The black-feathered arrow, which was always effective, was unexpectedly dodged by him. He was extremely agile, and I couldn't hit him even after three shots.

"The arrow flies away from the bow, and follows like a shadow!" I made a hand seal with both hands, and the three arrows that were shot out returned and kept chasing the old man.

The old man leaped down the street, using the terrain to dodge my arrows. The arrows automatically tracked him, and he couldn't dodge in time, and was pinned to the ground by three arrows. He lay there motionless, and I thought that was the end. Unexpectedly, he raised his arms and used force to pull out the three arrows.

I quickly urged the arrows to fly, and they all merged into his body, causing rapid destruction inside him.

And yet, he was still able to stand up.

Looking at the three bloody holes on his body, a chill ran down my spine.

What on earth is this thing that can resist my destructive black energy?

He spat out a pool of dark green liquid, which was his blood, and it smelled fishy and unpleasant. Then he began to scratch his face, scratching it until his skin was broken. He was not done yet, so he scratched his body, and finally his skin was all broken, and his clothes were soaked with blood.

He took off his clothes, which surprised me.

I saw that it had a monkey body on top and stilts on the bottom.

The monkey was originally short, but with those stilts, he was about the same height as an ordinary human. Furthermore, he was wearing official uniform, which obscured his body. Furthermore, he was covered in human skin, making him look just like a human, making him invisible.

Now it revealed its true form, took off its stilts, and hopped towards the three of us.

I immediately drew a talisman and collided it in mid-air. It screamed and screamed from the electric shock of the talisman, standing on the ground scratching its head, as if trying to figure out how to deal with us.

"Why is it a monkey!" asked Zhang Song.

"This is not an ordinary monkey, but a demon."

I finally understood what it was. A demon ghost is a creature that died in the transition stage between a demon and an animal. At that time, the demonic energy in its body had just been generated, but it was not enough to become a monster. It died for some reason. Because it was not an ordinary animal, it already had intelligence, and the demonic energy in its body turned into ghost energy, so it became a demon ghost.