Chapter 105 Ghost King
105 Ghost King
Illusion?
Ghost covering my eyes! After being pulled by An Wensheng, Xiang Jiannan instantly woke up and looked at the middle-aged man again while holding the wine glass.
His face was thin and he was smiling. He looked like a well-mannered scholar. His appearance seemed to have changed, and was very different from when I first met him.
The longer I looked at him, the more unfamiliar this middle-aged man looked.
"Brother, what are you talking about?"
Although An Wensheng spoke in a very low voice, the middle-aged man still heard it. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all. When he turned around and looked at the two of them, his expression seemed somewhat helpless.
"I wanted you to eat your fill before you set off. Why did you bother to make things clear so early?"
"There should be an executioner in our paradise."
With a swish, all the people who came to congratulate him disappeared. After the middle-aged man finished speaking, Xiang Jiannan felt a chill rising up around him again.
A large group of soldiers wearing armor with only their eye sockets exposed suddenly appeared in front of him. The wooden table that was originally placed in front of him also disappeared at the same time. There was no change in the manor, but the atmosphere changed from festive to terrifying.
The soldiers that appeared were all carrying rusty weapons of all lengths, and had surrounded him, An Wensheng and the other two.
Except for the middle-aged man who looked indifferent, the performances of the other two were quite different.
Having lost the seat under his butt, Xiang Jiannan had already sat on the ground, looking up at the spears sticking out, his heart was as calm as water. It would be useless to complain at this time. As long as the middle-aged man didn't speak, he would at least be safe. The only thing he had to worry about was that it might not last too long.
I adjusted my gaze to look at An Wensheng, and saw that he was eating a chicken leg happily. He was still sitting, and after taking two bites, he crossed his legs.
How could something that was made up of so much nonsense be out of control?
Seeing An Wensheng looking very comfortable under the gaze of the middle-aged man, Xiang Jiannan took a look and wanted to stand up from the ground. After moving a few times and seeing no obstruction, he crossed his legs on the ground. This way of sitting was influenced by his master and it was quite comfortable occasionally.
He saw that the middle-aged man seemed to be waiting for An Wensheng's reaction. He looked up at the two of them and suddenly felt that he was redundant.
According to his understanding, An Wensheng should not be able to eat the chicken leg. Could it be that because of his cultivation, he was able to grab the real object when the middle-aged man removed all the items? There should be only one explanation, that the middle-aged man and An Wensheng are both ghosts.
In the world of the Great Zhou Dynasty, "talking nonsense" is not just an idiom. When the master mentioned the attacking methods of ghosts to him, he emphasized these four words.
Similar to the Confucianism of "words come true", "talking nonsense" is a magic unique to ghosts with high spiritual power. Both use words to achieve things. The difference between the two is not very clear to me at present. If An Wensheng hadn't reminded me just now, I would have almost fallen into the trap of the middle-aged man.
This bunch of nonsense is not just a trick as he had previously thought. It is not easy to wake up from it.
"I am the local city god. Are you sure you want to fight me?"
The chicken bones were chewed till not a single bit was left. No one expected that the little Taoist priest would be in such a miserable state. An Wensheng's heart was beating fast as he spoke.
This young Taoist priest cannot even see through the nonsense. His cultivation needs further improvement. It's not that he hasn't investigated Xiang Jiannan, but he was actually a little lucky when he pulled him over. The old Taoist priest said that his disciple was very capable, and as a close friend, he naturally chose to believe it.
You still can't get up, which really makes this City God worried.
"Give me your life for no reason!"
Turning his head to look at Xiang Jiannan, the middle-aged man had already turned into a skeleton. The scholar's robe he was wearing turned into a suit of armor. After he stood up, a Guan Gong sword appeared in his hand.
Holding the hilt of the knife in both hands, he slashed at An Wensheng. The blade brought up a gust of cold wind, which forced Xiang Jiannan to move back.
You have such a strong murderous intent. You must be the real executioner.
There was no time to worry about An Wensheng's comfort. Xiang Jiannan shrank his neck and could not care about the soldiers around him. Green energy suddenly appeared in his hand and he hit the middle-aged man in front of him. As the green energy hit the armor, it was like a drop in the ocean. The half-cut big knife also stopped inexplicably.
The blade was only a few inches away from him when he stood up, but An Wensheng had already disappeared.
Click!
Hearing a series of noises behind him, Xiang Jiannan looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be petrified and turned his head suddenly. He just saw a few dark eye sockets about to make contact with him. Without thinking, he raised his hand and took out a piece of talisman paper.
There aren't many talisman papers found in the master's room, so you have to use them sparingly.
"kill!"
After sticking the talisman paper, the ghost soldier was pushed by Xiang Jiannan and almost fell down. He stood firm again and let out an angry roar.
All the weapons that had been silent suddenly started moving, leaving nowhere to hide. In the next second, the young Taoist priest Xiang Jiannan could be easily killed.
Bang, bang! Just as Xiang Jiannan was panicking and didn't know where to look first, the formation of soldiers surrounding him was suddenly dispersed. Seeing An Wensheng rushing towards him, Xiang Jiannan's side finally became empty again.
An Wensheng appeared in front of him again, wearing an official robe and holding a token in his hand. Once he touched the ghost soldiers, they would instantly turn into white smoke.
The City God kills ghosts and leaves no corpse behind.
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and greet them."
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Waving the token, An Wensheng moved freely among the ghost soldiers. Although he was wounded by weapons several times, he looked fine. His methods were not as cool as those of the officials under the City God, but they were really effective.
They defeated the enemy with ease and quickly eliminated most of the ghost soldiers in the garden. When Xiang Jiannan felt that he was no longer needed, he remembered the middle-aged man who had stopped inexplicably. Before he turned around completely, a huge black sword appeared in his sight again.
Alive!
Xiang Jiannan dodged the Guan Gong sword by jumping up and down, and he kept saying "It was a close call" in his heart. If it was a few seconds later, he would have been beheaded. The sword was wielded very quickly in the hands of the middle-aged man, and when it missed, he changed his moves.
Change the chop to a thrust, attacking yourself from top to bottom.
Bang, bang, bang! Xiang Jiannan kept dodging by moving his body, and would occasionally fight back while panting. However, his means of attack were limited. He could only use Qing Qi, but all of them were blocked by the big knife that followed him closely. After several rounds, it was useless.
The feeling at this moment was completely different from the night I met the woman in white. This damn oppressive feeling made me lose my composure frequently.
“Kill, kill, kill!”
He waved the sword as if he never got tired. As all the ghost soldiers in the garden were dealt with by An Wensheng, Xiang Jiannan was still being chased around. In his panic, he only heard the sound of wind in his ears. He pulled out his whisk in time and raised his hand to block.
There was a sound of metallic collision, and the next moment, he was pushed far away by a huge force. He rolled on the ground for several times before his body barely stopped.
"You, Taoist priest, should have unlimited magical power. You beat this ghost king into ashes."
After Xiang Jiannan was knocked down, An Wensheng immediately moved forward to stop the attack, and soon after, he said something to the young Taoist priest.
He had just been defeated by Guan Gong's sword, and the two of them looked more embarrassed than the other.
"What are you talking about?"
At this moment, he just felt that An Wensheng was a little funny, but Xiang Jiannan had been paying attention to the big knife that was slowly approaching.
I would like to do that, but the problem is that I don’t have the ability. If you can do it, go ahead and don’t talk nonsense.
"That's a lot of nonsense. I just want to try it on you."
Undeterred by the failure, An Wensheng stood up surrounded by black air: "This ghost king is afraid of the green air you summoned. As long as we avoid the Guan Gong sword in his hand, you and I still have a chance. Watch my signal later."
After saying this, the token in his hand flew up and down, and a few lines of words vaguely appeared in front of him.
(End of this chapter)