Chapter 108 Burning
108 Burnt
"This gourd must be subdued quickly!"
Like Xiang Jiannan, An Wensheng did not expect the gourd to be so powerful. After the Guan Gong sword was completely immersed in the gourd, An Wensheng looked a little surprised. He was about to ask Xiang Jiannan something, but when he raised his hand, he suddenly remembered the Ghost King who had not yet been subdued.
At this time, the Ghost King's arm was already half broken. When Hulu pulled Guan Gong's sword into his stomach, he refused to let go, so his two arms were forcibly pulled off. Although he wanted to break free at the last moment, it was too late.
"A dragnet!"
Seeing that the Ghost King wanted to escape after his arms were broken, An Wensheng shouted that he would not agree to it. The matter of the token needed to be discussed later. Now was a good opportunity to pursue him while he was victorious.
He was so excited that he took off his official uniform, raised his hand and threw it at the Ghost King, driving four black auras to follow closely.
"Shameless!"
He was caught up by the black air before he ran two steps. At this moment, his combat effectiveness dropped to a very strange level. After the black air wrapped around his legs, the Ghost King just roared and could not resist. The official robe just covered his head, and the corner of the robe quickly touched the black air and wrapped up the Ghost King in an instant. This time, without waiting for Xiang Jiannan to react, An Wensheng showed his true form.
His originally fair skin was all ulcerated, his eyes were bloodshot, his scarlet tongue was drooping unconsciously at the corner of his mouth, and there was a single horn growing on his head of vermilion hair. His true appearance was suddenly revealed, and Xiang Jiannan was frightened.
Evil ghost? Is this thing the City God? Seeing An Wensheng striding towards the Ghost King, Xiang Jiannan covered his nose because of the stench. He never thought that the City God would have this image. It was completely inconsistent with what he thought in his mind.
Is the City God a ghost or a god? Why does everything seem so confusing in this great Zhou Dynasty?
As he got closer to the Ghost King, his image became even more ferocious. He circled around the rising and falling black air for several times, as if An Wensheng was looking for the best position. As his official robe, which had merged with the black air, was lifted up high, the tongue that was constantly dripping with mucus suddenly stretched out very long.
He quickly tied up the official robe tightly, and then impatiently showed his fangs.
With just one move, he pulled the black energy, which was thicker than himself, and made it tilt. He had a bloody mouth and then bit down hard.
Oh shit!
Frightened by the sudden sound of bones breaking, Xiang Jiannan felt a surge of pity when he saw An Wensheng eating heartily in the distance.
How did that line from the movie go? It was too brutal. An Wensheng wasn't just saying that in anger before.
In front of him, he took the Ghost King into his mouth in just a few bites. The arc of his mouth was extremely exaggerated, and he trembled when he saw it.
The only thing to be thankful for was that I didn’t hear any screams from the Ghost King. This An Wensheng was exactly like the evil ghost I imagined.
"The only delicious food in the world is ghost bones."
After dealing with the black gas in front of him, his image changed again and turned back into the original white-faced official. When An Wensheng came over, he was obviously still unsatisfied. Xiang Jiannan felt uneasy when he looked at him, and he held the gourd in his hand even tighter.
He knew that he didn't understand An Wensheng. At this moment, the gap between himself and the City God could no longer be described as the difference between humans and ghosts.
After devouring the Ghost King, a hint of blood appeared on An Wensheng's body, like steam, but it had disappeared when he looked again.
"Thanks to the gourd in your hand."
Coming to Xiang Jiannan with a smile on his face, An Wensheng didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior just now. He saw the little Taoist holding the gourd with suspicion in his eyes, and then he realized that he had misunderstood.
How can a City God not eat ghosts? This little Taoist priest, after so many years of practice, probably saw this for the first time. I won’t explain it, because I will meet him again in the future anyway.
You will know it sooner or later.
"The ghost king has been eliminated, what should we do next?"
At this moment, he just wanted to leave this dangerous place. Looking at the garden which had not changed much, Xiang Jiannan knew that he had not officially left yet.
If he was just talking nonsense, everything around him should have disappeared. He knew very little about this kind of thing, so he could only wait for An Wensheng to take him out.
There couldn't be a character more powerful than the Ghost King waiting for him. Judging from An Wensheng's expression, the matter should have ended here.
"run"
After saying just one word under Xiang Jiannan's waiting gaze, An Wensheng's next move made it impossible for Xiang Jiannan to keep up. He saw his figure suddenly leaping towards the stone gate in the distance, leaving a string of sparks behind him.
It was as if the air was ignited. In an instant, Xiang Jiannan saw everything around him begin to become tattered, like paper meeting fire. Blue flames appeared in front of his eyes. He urged his body to chase after An Wensheng with all his strength, and only after he left the garden did he see clearly what was going on.
The area behind him had turned into a sea of fire, and as he stood in the dense forest, he felt that the fire showed no sign of stopping.
“Great!”
Seeing the flames distorting everything in his sight, An Wensheng looked at Xiang Jiannan with admiration. The latter understood his look in an instant and continued to run out of the dense forest before him.
At a time like this, you still have the mood to stop and wait and see. Just take your time and I’ll go first.
Until the burning sensation behind him was no longer so intense, and he rushed out of the dense forest and ran until he was almost exhausted, Xiang Jiannan looked back and saw only flames rising into the sky.
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The dense forest that once existed is now gone, and even without the help of the strong wind, it would not be possible to preserve it.
The flames of the fire were so thick that even though I was far away, the steam would still hit me in the face from time to time. When I stopped just now, I thought I was safe.
"It's a good burn. It's over once and for all."
The man standing next to Xiang Jiannan had already opened a black umbrella. There seemed to be some emotion flowing in his eyes under the light of the fire. An Wensheng actually looked like he was moved at the moment, but he was affected by his previous performance. Although he saw it clearly, the little Taoist priest with a shadow in his heart had no interest in paying attention to it for the time being.
He turned around, straightened his robe, and walked silently towards the direction of Ping'an Temple. When someone appeared in front of him, he stopped and waited for them to approach.
"Master, why are you here?"
Looking at the crowd of people panting following the old Taoist priest, Xiang Jiannan saw fear in their eyes. Before Yu An could speak, he saw someone trembling and pointing behind him.
His expression was very cautious, but he didn't dare to speak out loud.
"Little Taoist priest, why is that black umbrella following you?"
Forget about this! After being reminded by everyone, Xiang Jiannan turned around and looked at An Wensheng who was leisurely strolling with a black umbrella. It occurred to him that the residents of Ping'an Town could not see him at all. He immediately turned around and grabbed the umbrella handle, making an expression that the secret could not be revealed.
When he came, he knew that not everyone could see An Wensheng. Among all the people present, probably only he and his master had this ability.
Holding a black umbrella, he joined the crowd and was about to say a few words, but he saw that the people who had originally shown fear on their faces were no longer looking at him. More than half of them suddenly knelt on the ground, shouting heart-wrenchingly at the raging fire in the distance.
"Dad! I'm sorry!"
"I, Zhu Laosan, feel ashamed of my ancestors!"
"Don't stop me, I want to go over there!"
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(End of this chapter)