Chapter 529: The Blacksmith
"This kind of place is so evil and chilly." She complained casually.
Meng Shian looked into the water behind her and saw several ferocious water ghosts slowly swimming towards her.
The black water surface was rippling with ripples, approaching silently.
"Be careful!" Meng Shian hurriedly pulled Murong Jinran over and slapped the water ghost with his backhand.
Crash!
The water ghost was knocked into the puddle, splashing black water.
The black water fell on the two of them and smelled terrible.
“Hah!”
The two almost vomited.
When she turned around, she saw that Jiang Ci had already hidden far away. Not a drop of stinky water splashed on her. She was completely clean.
The two looked resentful: "..."
Jiang Ci smiled and said, "It's always good to stay away from this stinking pool."
Meng Shian asked: "Master Jiang, what should we do with these water ghosts? There are too many of them."
"They are all little ghosts raised by Uncle Tai. They are nothing to be afraid of. Can you two handle them?" Jiang Ci looked up.
Meng Shian and Murong Jinran looked at each other and nodded at the same time, "No problem!"
"Okay then, I'll leave it to you. I'll go up and check on Uncle Tai first, in case he runs away."
Jiang Ci ran upstairs quickly.
With each floor you go up, the smell becomes more and more fishy and unpleasant. Some are like the vomit of a drunk person, some are like the smell emitted by a hundred people with body odor exercising at the same time, some are like the smell of a ton of dead rats that have been pickled for 49 days and then opened, and there is also the most obvious corpse stench.
Jiang Ci knew about the flying head magic. In the beginning of practicing, the sorcerer mainly sucked blood, and in the later stage, he would eat flesh and blood.
For example, the fetus in a pregnant woman's belly is a great tonic for this evil sorcerer.
This unfinished building not only stinks, but also smells like corpses. I wonder how many dead bodies are hidden in this building.
While going upstairs, Jiang Ci called Bo Hanzhou and asked him to send some people to clean up the dead bodies in the building.
Bo Hanzhou was surprised and said, "Jiang Jiang, I have sent death warriors to help you. Didn't you see them? They should have arrived before you. I told them to wait for you."
Jiang Ci paused, "Death squad? How many?"
"Eight of them. They are all masters of Yuheng Realm. It's no problem for them to help you."
Jiang Ci suddenly thought of the eight water ghosts in the black water pool, and his heart skipped a beat, "Oh no!"
She quickly turned around and rushed downstairs, worried that Meng Shian would hit too hard and beat the eight water ghosts to ashes.
Unexpectedly, when she went down to take a look, she saw a scene that shocked her.
Meng Shian and Murong Jinran were seen being beaten by water ghosts in the black water pool, crying for their parents.
Although Meng Shian was a demon fairy, his hands were tied tightly by the water ghost's black hair and he was unable to exert any power at all.
Jiang Ci said to the person on the other end of the phone: "The eight assassins are really dead."
Bo Hanzhou was silent for a few seconds before he said, "The day they became assassins, they were ready to die at any time."
"But the soul is still there, but it seems to have been stimulated by something and no longer recognizes its relatives."
"Jiang Jiang, they were all top masters when they were alive. I want to ask you to help them and not let them suffer too much."
"I understand. You don't have to send anyone over. I can handle this."
Hearing that Jiang Jiang could predict his plan and wanted to send people over for support, Bo Hanzhou was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He agreed verbally, but in fact he still sent people over and brought enough food and weapons.
"Master Jiang, help!" Murong Jinran shouted hurriedly, "It stinks, I'm about to be poisoned..."
Jiang Ci quickly made hand gestures and chanted a spell, and several golden ghost-suppressing talismans lit up out of thin air and instantly hit the eight water ghosts.
The eight water ghosts were suppressed in an instant and could not move.
Meng Shian took the opportunity to escape, grabbed Murong Jinran's waist, and flew to the second floor platform.
Then, both of them fell to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath.
but……
All they breathed in was the stench from their bodies, and they both vomited because of the stench.
Jiang Ci looked at the water ghosts in the black water pool. Upon closer inspection, he found that the clothes they were wearing were all black tights, and they were not dyed black by the black water.
All of them had green eyes, as if they were possessed by evil spirits, and their faces were full of hostility.
"It's witchcraft again."
Jiang Ci turned around and told Meng Shian, "Xiaoan, use a small barrier to cover them."
"good."
"The eight of them are not ordinary water ghosts. They are the death warriors sent by Bo Hanzhou to support me. I don't know why they died here." Jiang Ci thought for a moment and handed two amulets to the two of them. "They were all martial arts masters when they were alive. It's possible that they died only a few minutes ago and turned into such vicious ghosts. The two of you stay where you are and be careful not to get ambushed."
When Meng Shian heard this, he immediately created a small barrier on him and Murong Jinran without saying a word.
Then Jiang Ci ran upstairs again.
When she reached the corner of the fourth floor, a head suddenly bumped into her.
The bloody head was covered with long hair, and under the neck hung a series of internal organs and intestines, which were still steaming.
The head obviously didn't expect to meet anyone and was startled.
Jiang Ci was also frightened and kicked him subconsciously.
"screw you!"
Bang!
The head was kicked so far away...
Jiang Ci ignored it and ran upstairs as fast as he could.
As she was approaching the roof, she keenly sensed an unusual aura, which was very cold and gave her a familiar feeling.
Jiang Ci held his breath and concentrated, approaching without leaving any trace.
There were two people standing on the rooftop in the night.
There are not two people, one is a ghost and the other is Uncle Tai.
Both of them were talking about something with their backs to Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci's attention was attracted by the flag in the ghost's hand.
"Isn't this my spirit-calling banner?"
"No... this is a replica of a spirit-calling banner..."
No wonder those eight assassins died so quickly. They must have had their souls taken away by the soul-summoning banner as soon as they arrived, and then were thrown into the black water, which is why they became like that.
Jiang Ci swept across the rooftop and found that besides a man and a ghost, there was also a headless body next to them.
Judging from his clothes, this man should be Uncle Tai’s disciple.
Perhaps the noise downstairs attracted his attention, so he sent his disciples down to check.
Jiang Ci found it a little funny. That guy's head was kicked off by her and it would probably take him three to five hours to recover.
It was obvious at first glance that this disciple was a novice, as his internal organs were still stuck to his neck.
If he can't return to his body before dawn, he will really become dead.
"The Sect Master already knows your ability. The Flying Head is good, but it seems to have no effect on the Ghost Sect."
Uncle Tai said confidently, "It's not a big deal that the head can fly off, but the messenger has heard that the real power of the sorcerer is to cast extremely vicious curses on the victim. I heard that the Ghost Gate recruits geniuses from all over the world. I wonder if my ability is worthy of entering the Ghost Gate?"
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