Chapter 96: Let those who do not give up fear (Please subscribe! Please vote! 13)
Above the desert, the blue ghost fire had disappeared, leaving only the sand dunes under the starlight with a long blue line drawn on the edge.
At the place where Li Mubai and others disappeared, an ancient and strange city appeared in the darkness, and the light from the night sky was completely swallowed up by it.
A dark shadow outline was formed, like a monster that devoured everything.
The low and hoarse whisper spread distortedly across the desert.
Against the backdrop of the dark city and silver-blue sand dunes, a white figure stood in the distance of the city.
"It seems that these people are in great danger."
Bujie looked at the distorted time and space in the ghost town and said lightly.
“This is more troublesome.”
He brought people from the five Taoist sects and the Ming Dynasty here, not to kill them. If these people were killed, who would help him clean up the weirdness in this city?
"Should I go and ask for some reinforcements for these people trapped here?" the white-robed monk muttered to himself.
He was not afraid of anyone hearing his words. In the vast desert with lonely smoke and endless sky, not to mention people, even ghosts had been cleared out by him.
But in this endless silence, a voice suddenly appeared in the ears of the white-robed monk Bujie.
"No need, the reinforcements have arrived."
The white-robed monk Bujie's expression, which showed that everything was under control, froze in an instant.
He suddenly retreated violently, the yellow sand under his feet rose up, and he retreated dozens of feet in an instant.
Under the starry night sky, there was silence.
The white-robed monk looked around without stopping, and all he saw were sand dunes.
There was not a single person in sight.
Everything seemed like his hallucination.
"Are you looking for me?"
It was still the same voice, the same tone, ringing behind the ears of the white-robed monk Bujie.
The white-robed monk Bujie could even hear the breathing of the person behind him.
This is a master, a real master.
"who?"
The white-robed monk turned around suddenly, and under the dim starlight, he vaguely saw a dark shadow.
Before he could see the man's appearance clearly, a hand had already been pressed on his neck, and the Qi body instantly blocked the flow of Qi around his body.
Immediately, the monk in white felt murderous aura, terrifying murderous aura.
It was like a knife stabbing into his mind inch by inch.
The hands pressed tightly on Bujie's trachea, almost squeezing it flat.
The feeling that your life is not under your control is driving you crazy.
"Why are you sneaking around?"
The visitor's voice sounded as if he had not yet woken up.
It seemed as if it was sizing him up, but the hand was like an iron hoop, its strength not decreasing but increasing instead.
The white-robed monk felt as if his throat was almost completely crushed.
“Wuwuwu…”
Bujie had never felt so powerless before. He could feel that that hand only needed a little strength to destroy him from everlasting destruction.
The man was still talking to himself.
"I always feel that you are not a good person. Summoning spirits, nightmare suppression, illusions, life extension, and unorthodox mental methods are not the right path at all."
Sentence after sentence, the man in black's tone became heavier and heavier.
This person actually realized what he had learned in an instant.
This made the white-robed monk even more frightened.
"But...you are actually thinking about finding help for them."
The black-clad man loosened his grip, and although the fear of having his throat strangled eased a little, Bujie still couldn't breathe.
With his Qi body suppressed, even if the white-robed monk Bujie's physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people, he might still die here if he continued.
The monk in white reached out and slapped the hand of the man in black. If he continued like this, he would really die.
This was the closest he had ever been to death.
Unfortunately, the man in black still did not react, and seemed not to notice the struggle of the white-robed monk Bujie at all. He looked at Bujie, but the murderous intent in his heart did not subside in the slightest.
The man in black did not conceal his murderous intent at all.
"Maybe I am wrong."
The man in black suddenly said this, and then he let go of his hand.
The white-robed monk Bujie fell to the ground in an instant and started coughing dryly.
“Cough cough cough…”
While he was breathing the air greedily, he was quickly thinking about who the person in front of him was.
The man in black claimed to be a reinforcement, so he should be a member of the five Taoist sects.
But...how could there be such a person in the five Taoist sects?
He acts more like a devil than the devil himself.
If he had not just said that he wanted to call for help from the five Taoist sects, Bujie had no doubt that the man would have killed him directly.
The man in black stood on the sand dune, looking down at the white-robed monk Bujie.
"I still think you're wrong. It seems like I should kill you."
These words made the man in white feel cold all over, and he subconsciously took a step back.
He believed that if the man in front of him had the slightest change of mind, he would kill him without hesitation.
But in the end, the man in black did not take action.
"Don't let me catch you, or else... I'll kill you."
A gust of wind blew across the desert. Under the sparse stars, only the white-robed monk Bujie was left on the cold desert.
The white-robed monk Bujie was not sure whether the man had left or not, so he could only think to himself:
"When did such a person appear in the Five Sects of Taoism?"
This level of murderous aura should never appear in a Taoist priest.
He is a butcher, and all these are compliments.
………
In the ghost town, in the small courtyard outside the palace, three or five dry bones were floating in the boiling water in a big pot. Outside the big pot, there were bones scattered on the ground.
The old monk held a large spoon in his hand, stirring the pot and adding some seasoning from time to time.
The old monk picked up the big spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup and took a sip. He let out a light breath, and his eyebrows seemed to be twitched by the delicious taste.
"Sure enough... the soup needs to be cooked for a little longer."
Qiao Yuanshan and others could no longer bear to watch this scene.
Half of the people in the Nirvana organization have died, while two people died in Maoshan, three people died in Longhushan, and one person died in Gezhaoshan. Only in Quanzhen Sect and Wanshou Palace has no casualties so far.
But it's just a matter of time.
Everyone will die, including them.
Thinking of this, everyone looked ashen.
No one noticed that at this moment, the ghost rope in Qiao Yuanshan's hand was finally worn loose.
But he didn't move.
He is waiting for an opportunity.
This old monk's strength is at least equivalent to that of a cultivator who has refined his essence into qi.
He only has one chance.
"Mmm! Smells good!"
The old monk sipped a mouthful of soup from the worn-out spoon and gave a word of praise.
Then he turned around and looked at Junior Sister Wang from Quanzhen Sect.
"Now that the soup is ready, you can add the meat. Little kid, I've been craving your body for a long time."
Junior Sister Wang, who was already crying her eyes out, was shaking her head like a rattle.
"No! Don't eat me."
The old monk's eyes were filled with a faint green light. He touched Sister Wang's face amiably, wiped away her tears, and consoled her:
"Don't cry. If you die crying, your flesh will become sour."
When the old monk said, "The meat is sour," Sister Wang cried even more sadly.
"I'm already sour, please don't eat me, okay?"
The old monk's face tightened when he saw this, and he said, "No, it would be shameful to waste it. Besides, your meat is so tender, I am happy to eat it even if it is sour!"
As the old monk spoke, he grabbed Sister Wang by the scruff of the neck and walked towards the cauldron.
At this moment, Qiao Yuanshan moved.
Now that the ghost rope has been untied, he cannot bear to see his junior sister being thrown into the pot by the old monk like this.
These are his junior sisters, so as their senior brother, he must protect them.
Thanks to book friend 20170813190232457 for 100 starting coins, Qingshi Peach Blossom for 500 starting coins, Ju Shi Yi Ding Jing Zhi Hua for 100 starting coins, Jiu Qian Dao Ren for 200 starting coins, 灬 Lao Mao Yi for 2000 starting coins, A Wooden Sword for 400 starting coins, Meng Zui San Qian Yi Wang Xi for 100 starting coins, Feng Gan for 100 starting coins, book friend 140719205423238 for 1000 starting coins, Xie Fo Mo Dao for 100 starting coins, and I Huang Tian Di I for 100 starting coins for their rewards!
It’s time to add more chapters.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
