Chapter 112: Tail Ship 30
Jiang Yuelu was standing on the tower. The afterimage of Tong Mian's sword cut through the pillar behind him, and the strong wind made his hair sway. But he maintained his original upright posture, and pointed at the metal box at his feet with his chin, "Try to come and get it."
"Wait...wait a minute. I haven't tried walking yet." He took a deep breath and tentatively moved forward.
Soon he was surprised to find that his feet were very unfamiliar - they seemed not to be his legs, and they enabled him to take steady steps one after another.
No nosebleeds and no broken bones!
Tong Mian looked at his lower body in surprise.
The exposed calves were wrapped in tight white bandages, with two long tails at the end fluttering lightly behind them. He couldn't help but yelled, "My pain, hahaha, it's amazing! Let's see how fast you can bear it!"
Jiang Yuelu saw Tong Mian, who was not far away, disappear on the spot after howling these words. The next second, he appeared on the railing in front of him, squatting steadily with his feet, and with one hand, he brought a wisp of wind and picked up the suitcase on the ground.
He blinked at himself, "Don't move."
Jiang Yuelu glanced down and saw the sharp scissors against his throat, close to his skin.
"Why don't you try stabbing it?" Jiang Yuelu jokingly leaned forward and moved closer to the tip of the knife. "Your scissors are very sharp. They should be able to pierce through in an instant. The flesh and blood will explode, just like fireworks celebrating for you."
"Hey, hey, hey, are you crazy?" Tong Mian quickly took back the scissors. He didn't know what to say. How could someone approach a pair of scissors?
Jiang Yuelu said seriously: "I'm serious, congratulations. You did it."
"I did it?" Tong Mian looked at the suitcase in his hand, then turned back to look at the distance behind him, and then realized, "I just ran here from such a far place? How long did it take? One...two seconds?"
Milk Jelly: "You are so unimaginable! You flew past me before I even blinked!"
"That's..." Tong Mian's eyes lit up, he did a backflip in the air, rubbed and smelled his hands and feet, and made happy and meaningless "oh oh" sounds from time to time.
Milk Jelly leaned closer and asked, "Does he look like——"
"A dog?" Leng Wenhan nodded, "Very similar."
"Yeah, yeah."
“Ohh ...
"Are you done, Tongmian?" Jiang Yuelu had no choice but to stop the bandaged dog from rolling around. "As much as I want you to play for a while longer, we don't have much time left. Now that I've proven that you can do it, it's time for you to listen to my plan, right?"
“Ahh, here it comes—” Tong Mian screamed “Get out of the way” and fell headfirst, “Bang!” A big hole was created on the ground. After a second or two, his hand emerged from the edge of the hole, revealing a dark face that was extremely excited and covered with dust, “Great, I’m still getting used to my body!”
Jiang Yuelu shook his head.
He felt that there was no need to ask Tong Mian whether he wanted to listen or not, so he just said it.
"Rongrong has just provided me with a map of the entire No. 1 Mansion. I think the living room on the first floor is a good hunting spot."
"First, there are a lot of things there, which is suitable for hiding and fighting guerrilla warfare. Second, there is no ceiling above the living room, so we can use Wen Han's trick to hang in the air. Oh, and the chandelier on the ceiling of the living room can also play a good role in defeating the enemy."
Jiang Yuelu roughly drew out the points on the ground. "When the time comes, Rongrong and I will lure them in first, and use the formation drawn in advance on the ground to attack them for the first time. Then, while they are weak, we will use the second layer of the confinement formation to trap them under the chandelier. After that, Wenhan will lead us to retreat into the air, and finally Tongmian will kill them instantly."
“Timing is important.”
Jiang Yuelu said: "Everything is based on that moment. They must be in a weak moment where they can't move or fight back, otherwise our plan will fail."
"There is another point that is also very important."
"They must all be killed, leaving no one behind."
Jiang Yuelu said sternly: "If we let one of them escape, not only will we not be able to find Rongrong's parents, but we will also be attacked from all sides, and there will be endless troubles."
They all knew the consequences of what Jiang Yuelu said.
The ghosts' brutality and cruelty were obvious to all. There was also a strange and deep connection between them. Earlier in the restaurant, when the thin ghost was attacked, the big-armed ghost rushed forward to bite Joe to death. They seemed like a well-trained group. If they could not kill all of them, the last ghost to escape would definitely avenge the other dead ghosts and take cruel revenge on them.
"It sounds difficult." Tong Mian sat at the edge of the pit and spread out his unfamiliar palms. Strength filled the space between the bones. He slowly clenched his hands and closed them into a solid fist. "But I want to try it with you."
Leng Wenhan blinked slowly, and Rongrong knew that this was her brother's way of expressing his happiness.
Jiang Yuelu stretched out the back of her hand and leaned on Tong Mian's hand, "Then, the cooperation goes smoothly."
“The cooperation went smoothly.”
"smoothly."
"The cooperation goes smoothly!" Rongrong shouted happily.
Three hands and a piece of jelly were stacked tightly together.
Jiang Yuelu took a deep breath and said, "Next stop, let's go to the living room. Our mission is to kill all the ghosts in the shortest possible time."
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Living room on the first floor.
The walls are painted with bright colors and decorated with exquisite decorations such as shells. In the center is a dark pearwood furniture with a strong Chinese flavor. The No. 1 Mansion, which was carefully decorated by the host and hostess, has the style of a concentrated stern ship.
There was a photo frame on the small round table with high legs. The picture showed Will's family of four, but the photo was in pieces, with signs of being torn and pasted together.
Jiang Yuelu retracted her gaze and asked, "Are you done?"
"All right." Leng Wenhan, who was lying on the ground, stood up. His hands were still dripping with bright red blood plasma, which was the chicken blood that Tong Mian carried with him. He used it to draw a formation on the ground that could imprison three people.
"The validity period is very short." He reminded Jiang Yuelu.
He seemed to want to say something else, but stopped himself. While he was still hesitating, Jiang Yuelu had already turned in another direction, "Rongrong, it's almost time, right?"
They didn't actually witness the arrival of the ghosts, so they couldn't accurately determine when they appeared. Thanks to Rongrong, she had been staying in the mansion and was fully aware of any changes that occurred.
She calculated that the time when the ghost would become weak was almost up.
At the same time, she also told Jiang Yuelu about the movements of the other two teams.
Having lost his two capable men, the ship owner was not in a good situation, as three ghosts were haunting him.
On the other hand, the father's progress was much faster. They seemed to have found items that the Wills had used personally in the mansion, and wanted to use them to summon them back. It is worth mentioning that in order to prevent the summoning ceremony from being disturbed by ghosts, they built a safe house in the restaurant with Jin's giant umbrella as the center.
"Where are those three ghosts?" Jiang Yuelu asked.
Rongrong: "They are all in the corridor outside. When the ship owner saw them running away, he thought that demons had come to save him. He is now kneeling on the ground praying."
"Don't laugh at others, Rongrong."
She pouted. “Okay, sorry.”
Jiang Yuelu glanced at the time. There were still ten minutes left. The ghost's weakness had already begun to count down. He asked Tong Mian: "How about you? How are you preparing?"
Tong Mian sat on the ground behind the chair, hugging his knees with both hands. Before the war, he had never been the core of the team. Now that he was suddenly asked, he was even more at a loss. He grabbed the frayed edges of his pants and said, "Is it... okay?"
Jiang Yuelu knew that he must be very nervous now, so she didn't say much.
Before he and Rongrong left the living room and headed to the corridor to attract the ghost, he only left him one sentence, "Tong Mian, remember to trust me."
The hall was quiet.
Tong Mian listened quietly to the passage of time on the wall. He vaguely remembered something. After a moment, Leng Wenhan asked, "What?" He said "Huh?" in confusion.
Leng Wenhan's silhouette stood not far away, blending into the carved wooden cabinet. "You just spoke."
"I spoke?" Tong Mian's brain was in a vacuum state as if it had been beaten. "What did I say?"
"Broken body... or something."
"My body is broken... My body is broken... Ah." He kept repeating these four words, and slowly realized, "This is the commandment of our clan."
"Discipline?"
"Yes. In Yaowang Valley, we study our own courses first and then apply for the academy. So my enrollment age is much earlier than others. When I was five or six years old, the adults would teach us to recite this passage in front of the altar. My body is broken, fragile, and vulnerable."
His fluent voice flowed through the dim hall.
"Since I was born, I have been suffering from illness and the threat of death."
"My body has not brought me any convenience. My blood has become corrosive poison and my bones have become binding thorns. Death whispers in my ears all night long. He says that the dead city surrounded by silent vines is my home..." Tong Mian stopped. He felt his legs trembling.
There was a loud noise in the corridor outside.
Leng Wenhan: "Here I come."
"Oh? Oh, okay." Tong Mian tried to support himself to stand up, but he found that he couldn't do it. His thighs and vagina were tightly stuck together, and he fell to his knees on the ground in a funny way. Leng Wenhan in the distance was confused and anxious, "What's wrong with you?"
"I, I..." He couldn't say it.
Could it be that he was so nervous that he couldn't even control his own body?
"Hurry up! They're coming in!" Leng Wenhan's words were much more urgent, "You only have one chance!"
"I know, I know. I'll be there soon, wait a minute, I'll be there soon..." Tong Mian's hands were scratching at the ground, and he hit the disobedient legs hard, "Stand up, you fucking bastard, stand up, you piece of trash—"
"Tongmian!"
Jiang Yuelu suddenly appeared at the door. He grabbed the door frame, stabilized his body, and threw the prepared black ball of pain over with one hand, "Go ahead!"
A black streak of light flashed by, like a star falling behind the back of the chair.
There was a moment of stagnation, the air solidified again and again, and the ground was filled with a warm silver-white light, with a healing and medicinal scent. Bandages rushed out from the sky, and a figure was already suspended in the air, holding a pair of long scissors in his hands, like a soul-crushing evil spirit.
"clank--"
A sharp black long knife appeared above Jiang Yuelu's head. Tong Mian narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you want to do to my boss, Ghost Shadow?"
Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped up on the flying bandages.
[Candidate Tongmian, it has been detected that you have been using pain continuously]
[There is an 89% chance that overuse will put a strain on the body. Are you sure you want to continue?]
“Stop nagging me!” Tong Mian mercilessly chopped the ghostly figure with the scissors in his hand. He was completely different from before, with a crazy and dazzling luster shining in his eyes. “If you don’t use it now, are you going to use it after I die?! I don’t want it! Now - just die!!”
His scissors spun rapidly in his hand like an out-of-control windmill, leaving only an unclear afterimage. The slender ghost was afraid of having half of his head chopped off, so he quickly gave up the sneak attack on Jiang Yuelu and jumped back far away.
The latter happened to shout: "Rongrong, run forward!"
"good!"
Seeing his companion trapped, the big-armed ghost beat his chest and howled unwillingly. From a distance, it looked like a long black rag with a tear in the middle. While he was roaring, a white afterimage rolled and crawled past him, which involuntarily attracted his stupid attention.
It was as if a howling bear had seen a beautiful white parrot fly by and couldn't help but move with her, and his movements were extremely slow: "Ah--oh?"
Jiang Yuelu thought to himself: There is hope!
The direction Rongrong ran to was exactly the center of the living room. The formation drawn by Leng Wenhan was there. The big-armed ghost and the thin ghost would be led to the center of the formation by them! While running forward, he glanced at the time on the wall - there was less than half a minute left, and the ghost would start to weaken!
……No.
etc.
Jiang Yuelu caught a glimpse of clues—why were there only two?
He turned his head to look at the door and cursed inwardly, "That short ghost..."
"What's wrong?" Tong Mian looked down from the air and saw that he looked unhappy. He thought something had happened, but Jiang Yuelu shook his head and said, "Don't worry about anything. Take all of these." As he said that, he threw a bunch of small black balls towards Tong Mian.
"Damn, how can there be so many!"
"There were three of them when we boarded the ship, and I didn't give you one." Jiang Yuelu said, "I thought it could be used somewhere, so I crushed it and put it away."
"You can't make it into a black ball, right? It doesn't look good!" Tong Mian shouted, "Hey, where are you going? We don't have much time!"
"That's why I asked you to hold on."
Jiang Yuelu took a deep breath and said, "Just give me ten seconds."
He remembered that the short ghost was very good at hiding. When he was in the restaurant before, he appeared after the other ghosts appeared. At that time, he ambushed in the corner and launched the final attack when everyone was most relaxed. The three ghosts each had their own advantages and disadvantages. The tallest one lacked wisdom and was clumsy. The thin one was very agile, but not strong enough. The most cunning and cruel one was the smallest one.
This time, he should take the same steps... He should be right here... Jiang Yuelu slowly walked towards the corner by the door, where an incompatible shadow fell.
Before he made any move, the black shadow knew he had been discovered.
The shadow on the ground peeled off and almost instantly condensed into a sand-like human figure, which flashed in front of Jiang Yuelu like a black whirlwind. A crescent-shaped smile emerged from the dark face of the shadow. When Jiang Yuelu saw this smile, he was suddenly stunned, "So you are--"
"Jiang Yuelu! We don't have time!!!"
A loud shout brought him back to his senses, and he gave the ghost a not-so-friendly smile, "It can be seen that your strength is the weakest among the three, so you always use this sneaky and insidious trick."
"Then...what...?"
He actually spoke hoarsely, his voice totally unrecognizable as human, "Killing you... is definitely... enough."
"Killing me is enough, but I don't want to fight you."
The dwarf ghost was stunned. He didn't expect the man in front of him to play by his own rules. His smile changed from witty to a dull look. "Then what are you going to do..."
"I just need to catch you and stop you from running away." As he spoke, Jiang Yuelu put two fingers together to produce a talisman paper, and in a flash, he attached Shadow's hand to his. "You have to come with me to find your parents."
Rongrong's countdown came out loudly: "Five!"
"Four!"
"three!"
As if knowing what he was going to do, the dwarf ghost who was tightly bound and pulled towards the formation suddenly struggled desperately. The two ghosts who were already in the formation on the other side also felt that they were about to become weak. They all came to their senses and wanted to get away from the crowd and find a hiding place before they were completely exhausted.
But it was too late.
The strength in their bodies was disappearing rapidly, and the emotional balloon that supported their anger and rage was torn apart and deflated. The three ghosts collapsed to the ground, emitting incomprehensible wails.
A protective platform made up of huge white bubbles rose into the air. Leng Wenhan and Rongrong silently watched the ghost figure in the formation on the ground twitching from time to time.
Rongrong: "Eh...wait. That little ghost...seems to have disappeared again?!"
Her words startled everyone. Tong Mian stretched his neck to take a look. It was a bunch of black things tangled together. As it was too dark, it took him a while to identify them before he was sure.
"It really ran away!" Tong Mian glanced at the hour hand, "The time is almost up, where are we going to find it?!" He couldn't help but swear continuously.
But he suddenly heard Jiang Yuelu say, "I didn't run."
"What?"
"Look at the bottom."
Jiang Yuelu was in the air, a little light shone on his face, making him look as compassionate as a statue of a god. Tong Mian turned back, this time he bent down to look, "Isn't that the thin one at the bottom...ah." He was so shocked by what he saw that he couldn't speak, "He...they are..."
The little ghost did not disappear, he was just hidden at the bottom by the thin and tall ghost shadow.
He curled up and hugged the little ghost tightly, keeping him in his arms in absolute safety. Above them, there was another huge shadow. The strongest ghost supported the ground with his limbs, like a giant umbrella over their heads to protect them from wind and rain.
Tong Mian was extremely shocked. "They, they are protecting each other?"
Only ghosts can think, like Drake and Joe.
Theoretically, these three ghosts are not even three souls and six spirits. They are just the residues blown away by the wind when the souls walk in the world. They should not be able to think, have no emotions, and are three tool knives used together. They should not know how to protect each other.
"This is too outrageous, I've never seen anything like this before..." Tong Mian was very confused and looked at Leng Wenhan, trying to get some explanation from her, but to no avail. Finally, he could only turn to Jiang Yuelu, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a strange gurgling sound.
The voice came from beside him.
In the center of the formation, among the weak ghost shadows that were imprisoned.
At the deepest part, there was a constant gurgling sound.
At first he thought that the little creature was frightened and its teeth were chattering, but he soon realized that was not the case, because as the sound continued, the thinnest ghost kept getting smaller, followed closely by the strong ghost at the top. They were sucked into the little ghost's open mouth like a stream of black water.
The mouth that should have been babbling was actually gnawing on the body of its own kind.
The terrifying gurgling sound was actually the sound of him chewing the two ghosts - Tong Mian took a step or two back in horror, the two ghosts who were desperately protecting him... were now swallowed into his stomach!
Rongrong yelled: "Tongmian--!!!"
He fell to the ground and looked up at the monster that was formed by devouring.
It was a gigantic monster that made people feel cold all over. Its black head broke through the ceiling. Its hands and feet were thin and sharp, like the newly grown limbs of insects. It dug four deep holes the size of a table in the ground. The floor could not bear the weight of the monster and collapsed with a bang. Tong Mian watched helplessly as the formation drawn by Leng Wenhan was shattered.
The monster was still speaking in a hoarse voice, as if three people overlapped together, "Kill... kill... you..."
"Kill me, haha." He laughed dryly and tried to clench the scissors, but his hand was empty. His weapon disappeared without a trace. Tong Mian couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He glanced at the ground and saw a silver-white light not far away.
As soon as he raised his hand, he was punched and sent flying, "Bang!"
“Tongmian——!!!”
The naked eye could not see his flying trajectory, one could only see the next frame where the wall and the cabinets were all shattered, with dirty dust and smoke rising.
"Cough cough..." A weak cough sounded in the smoke, and Tong Mian's face was revealed. He looked down at his miserable lower body. Years of injuries told him that at least half of his bones were broken. He couldn't see his right calf downwards because a piece of rubble was pressing on it.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, "Well... I really am... unlucky at all."
His eyes were as bright as crystals. "Jiang Yuelu, I'm very happy to be here. If my uncle scolds you when you go back, just say that I wanted to die here..." His throat rose and fell as he swallowed hard, and his eyes turned red. "I'm sorry——"
"No need to apologize." Jiang Yuelu stopped him coldly.
Tong Mian looked at the figure that landed beside him in surprise, "Shouldn't you be... with Leng Wenhan?" The division of labor in the plan they made was that Jiang Yuelu and Rongrong would be responsible for luring the enemy deep into their territory, Leng Wenhan would be responsible for leading everyone to retreat into the air, and he would be responsible for giving the weak ghost the final blow.
Jiang Yuelu should be in the air now.
"I'm the one who didn't finish the job..." He wanted to pound the ground to vent his anger, but he couldn't even raise his hands, "I wasted the best opportunity!"
Jiang Yuelu: "I don't have time to comfort you."
He took out the scale, pasted a blank talisman on it, and swept it across Tong Mian's body. Tong Mian didn't know what he did, but his ears turned red and veins popped out on his forehead. Seeing Jiang Yuelu like this, he swallowed his doubts and watched him work for him in silence.
In less than a moment, he saw more and more black overflowing from the silver plate that was used to carry the scales. They seemed to know where their destination was and rushed towards Tong Mian, instantly removing the stone that was pressing on his legs.
But he knew that he had done it himself.
Tong Mian raised his arm and felt that the broken bones in his body were repairing rapidly. "What a strong healing ability... You did this?"
Jiang Yuelu threw the luck scale in front of the monster, "You did it, Tongmian. Now follow the luck scale, it will continuously provide you with pain, you don't have to worry about being separated from the armor, I will make sure it always follows you closely, as long as you need it, I will provide it for you."
"As long as you want to kill him, I will hand you the weapon."
"As long as you want to run, fly, or fight, I will do it for you."
He said firmly, "You yearn for the power of gods that swallow the sea and stir up the clouds more than wizards who save lives. That's what you said. Today—"
Tong Mian didn't dare to blink, his collar was soaked by drops of transparent liquid.
What kept echoing in his mind were the family precepts he recited at the altar year after year.
——Death whispers in my ears all night long. The dead city surrounded by thorns and vines is my destination.
——I will be trapped in the cage that God has placed high hopes on.
At first he didn't know why his ancestors would carve such desperate and tragic words on their tombstones for generations, but he forgot that these tearful words had a twist.
but.
However.
——The thorny cage cannot trap the wind sleeping in the valley.
Jiang Yuelu pointed directly ahead at the evil monster with a huge body and a deafening roar, "No one can trap you."
“Boom!” Tong Mian shot up like a cannonball. A fierce silver cross evaporated in the air and blasted towards the behemoth like a stubborn steel stamp. White steam instantly came out of the monster’s chest. The voices of the three people overlapped, making a weird and distorted howl: “Ahhhhhh!”
The bandage was like a steel cable and he stepped on it at a very fast speed.
He only had time to see a silvery afterimage shuttling back and forth. But wherever he went, the scale followed him with the silver plate.
Leng Wenhan looked at the back of the figure standing in the ruins - Jiang Yuelu was standing there, concentrating on activating the Transmigration Scale. The pain that required a huge ship to activate the transformation was overflowing continuously under the hands of a mere mortal like him.
Rongrong asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you worried about Tongmian?"
Leng Wenhan: "No."
The person he was most worried about was someone else.
"Damn it!" Tong Mian dodged another punch from the huge ghost, "I won't be knocked away by you this time!" Having said that, he still dodged carefully.
He could feel that the ghost's period of weakness was coming to an end, and when he fully recovered, they would never be able to escape from this mansion.
Jiang Yuelu...
In the chaos, he looked into the distance and saw a figure standing there clearly. His voice echoed in Tong Mian's ears: "Remember to trust me."
“Ahhhhhh!” Tong Mian screamed loudly, “Never mind, never mind, just die!” He grabbed the silver plate and pressed the cold silver plate against his forehead, “Is that all? You really look down on the torture I’ve endured over the years! Spit it all out!”
Jiang Yuelu saw it and smiled slightly.
Tong Mian finally discovered it.
The pain of sleeping is definitely more than that. The same is true for human pain. Some pain is on the surface, visible to the naked eye and can be vented with a few words. But some pain is deeply buried in the bones and heart, buried by the dust of time, invisible to the eyes and cannot be measured by the scale.
The suffering of illness is only that wound and that scar?
No.
There are also blows and tortures to the spirit and soul. Over the years, over and over again, they leave invisible wounds and scars. That is the most cruel and ruthless nourishment.
Black pain burst out like a tide, surging and wrapping around the bandage. Once in contact, Tong Mian knew that this kind of power would definitely cost him a price in the future, but he could not care less and shouted into the air, "Leng Wenhan, help me!"
Luo Yin Guan opened his white eyes, and countless grey ghosts struggling under his feet rushed towards the formation on the ground, emitting an increasingly strong red light. The blood light was like thorns, entangled the monster and made it unable to move. The monster had to struggle hard, but just as he raised his head, a figure leaped up from high in the sky, and a silver-white light that was taller than him instantly struck the monster's head.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——” Tong Mian screamed all the way, pulled the monster from the top of his head to the ground, and cut it in half with all his strength.
He still didn't dare to move.
The huge ghost suddenly moved, and he immediately clenched the scissors.
But unexpectedly, the ghost just took a step forward, murmured "Mom...", and then split in the middle, disintegrated into two halves, and turned into ashes.
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