Chapter 136: The God of the Wooden Spear
Two days later, Zhang Yang had collected 30 portions of dry food, and Robin with a Broken Leg finally woke up.
A weak groan escaped from his mouth, and his eyes, ever since they opened, were as confused as could be, very much like the classic three questions.
Zhang Yang didn't care about him. He just sat a dozen meters away and slowly cut the wooden spear. At this moment, the wooden spear was still the same wooden spear, but he was no longer the same him.
Based on his higher physical attributes, he can even make the damage caused by an ordinary wooden spear comparable to that of the ghost-hunting crossbow in the hands of Broken-Leg Robin.
Of course, the reason why he was cutting wooden spears now was to protect his 30 portions of dry food.
Well, what is Jack the Wooden Spear without his wooden spear?
Zhang Yang is now working hard to create various characters for himself, such as a freak who likes to cut wooden spears, a ghost hunter who likes to wander around with a bundle of firewood on his back, and so on.
As the saying goes, one only regrets not having enough character when he or she is needed. Zhang Yang would never make such a mistake.
"We are—alive?"
After being confused for more than ten minutes, Robin with a broken leg finally asked the first question.
"Of course, we are still alive. Praise my Lord. At the last moment, my Lord Zhao Xianyu came in person, scared away the intermediate ghost, and gave me a more powerful magic. Now, I can officially announce to the whole world that I am Jack the Wooden Spear."
Zhang Yang was talking nonsense. There was no evidence anyway, and of course no evidence was needed, because it would probably take a long time for Jack with Broken Leg to sort out his thoughts.
"That's-that's illogical."
Robin with broken legs had a look of disbelief under his red and swollen eyes.
"My Lord does not need to explain His actions to mortals. As a believer of My Lord, do you also want to question it?"
Hearing this, Broken-leg Robin stopped talking. After a long silence, he said, "I am worried about the safety of my Lord. Besides, the ghosts we attracted before were probably not intermediate ghosts, but high-level ghosts."
Zhang Yang seemed startled and frightened, but when he came to his senses, he immediately shouted, "Praise my Lord Zhao Xianyu, you are truly invincible and great!"
"Shh, be quiet, don't you want to live?" Robin with a broken leg was sweating anxiously.
"Don't you know that ever since those ghosts appeared, the number of gods in this world has become fewer and fewer? Once a god came in person and defeated the ghosts for a while, but soon the god lost contact with his believers."
"So, the soul ghost is also called the god killer!"
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat after hearing what Broken-Leg Robin said. He had guessed this before, and now it was confirmed.
"Specifically, I have to find a way to contact my master Zhao Xianyu." Zhang Yang looked anxious and unwilling to believe.
"I don't know the details, but according to legend, high-level ghosts can threaten low-level gods. My Lord Zhao Xianyu should be considered a new god. Although I don't know how he became a god, if nothing unexpected happens, the reason you and I survived is not because my Lord Zhao Xianyu scared away the high-level ghost, but because the high-level ghost chased my Lord Zhao Xianyu—"
"So at this moment, my Lord is in great danger. Sigh, is the end of the Dharma era really coming?"
"Let's go, we have to leave here quickly, our Lord's sacrifice cannot be wasted." Robin with a broken leg struggled to stand up, but failed. Even though he was very strong, he could not withstand the torture of the past two days.
"No, I have to communicate with my master Zhao Xianyu first. As my master's sky priest, how can I retreat in the face of difficulties?" Zhang Yang said in a firm tone, then he carried a bundle of firewood on his back and turned around and ran away.
Of course he had to run. His boss was dead. If he didn't run, he would just stay here and wait to die. As for Robin with a broken leg, that's nonsense. No normal person would carry this burden with him at this time, right?
So after being stunned for a few seconds, Broken Leg Robin immediately shouted anxiously: "The manor at 76 Fifth Street in Storm City is my private property. Take me back and the manor will be yours. In addition, my daughter is in her prime, beautiful, generous, and passionate. She and you are a perfect match made in heaven, dear son-in-law."
So Zhang Yang helped Robin with the broken leg up again. He didn't care about the luxurious manor or the beautiful daughter. What was important was the character.
Now that the mountain god Zhao Xianyu has 'died heroically', he, a sky priest who evolved from a shoemaker, naturally has no one to rely on. As domineering and weird as he had behaved before, he had to be as afraid of death as he could be now.
Moreover, Broken-Leg Robin is the most important link for him to enter this world, so it is certainly worth his greatest effort.
For this purpose, Zhang Yang already had a comprehensive plan, waiting to be implemented one by one after he and Broken-Leg Robin returned to Storm City.
But maybe it was a bad year, or maybe it was just good luck. Zhang Yang, helping the broken-legged Robin over a hill, saw from afar a caravan running forward in a chaotic manner a few miles away. The people and horses looked like a messy ant nest, in an extremely miserable state, and they didn't even care about the goods thrown off the car.
"They encountered ghosts! And there is more than one. They, they are hunting."
Robin with a broken leg is indeed cunning and experienced. He can make a direct judgment from a long distance.
"Hurry, go east, climb over that mountain and hide. We can't run into them. That's a dead end."
While Broken-leg Robin was saying this, Zhang Yang saw two black shadows appear behind the caravan, chasing them slowly like shepherds. However, every few seconds, a black shadow would suddenly attack, crossing hundreds of meters and taking away a caravan member. The speed was so fast that even Zhang Yang felt terrified.
Because even though Wu Yuan was so powerful with three extraordinary attributes, he couldn't cross a hundred meters in one second and return to the original place in the instant of killing the target! Even the high-level ghost he killed two days ago was not so powerful, otherwise Zhang Yang would have escaped long ago.
"There's something fishy about this."
"That's not a ghost! At least not the kind of ghost you ghost hunters usually hunt."
Zhang Yang said in a deep voice, pulling off a large bundle of wooden spears from his back.
"What do you want to do? Don't you want to live?" Robin with a broken leg was almost scared to death. This was the best chance to escape.
"I want to verify one thing."
"What?"
"For example, if I saved you and the people in these caravans, and then I declared that I was the God of Wooden Spear, would you become my followers?" Zhang Yang said calmly, but his words were insane.
"You're crazy!" The eyes of Robin with a broken leg began to flicker. Obviously, he was also a little shaken.
"Don't worry about whether I'm crazy or not. I guess you, who love all gods, will definitely understand what it means for a mortal to become a god. So, let's make a deal. You help me become a god, or tell me the specific details, and then I will escort you home safely. Mountain God Zhao Xianyu, if I break my promise, I will die here."
(PS: I finished writing this while feeling extremely sleepy. Please forgive me. I should feel better in a few days.)
(End of this chapter)
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