Chapter 61 Quick Transmigration! Conquering Michael and Lucifer (8)
Feng Ziang and Michael walked out of the inn. It was already dark at night, and the moonlight shone coldly on the bluestone road.
The two walked through the narrow alleys and headed towards the remote valley outside the city.
The valley was filled with mist, like a mysterious veil covering the entire valley.
Occasionally, bursts of bird calls could be heard in the mist, making the air seem particularly eerie and cold.
"This is such a haunted place. It feels like a ghost might jump out at any time." Feng Ziang complained in a low voice. Although he said this, there was a determined light in his eyes.
He tightened his belt, gripped the sword tightly, and explored the valley carefully.
Michael followed behind him with a firm step, a hint of worry flashing in his deep blue eyes.
The air in the valley was so cold that it seemed to freeze one's bones.
Feng Ziang's breath condensed into white mist in the air; his footsteps echoed in the valley, sounding particularly clear.
Soon, they came to an abandoned cave. The entrance of the cave was entangled with dead vines, making it look particularly gloomy.
"This should be the old beggar's hiding place." Feng Ziang murmured to himself, with a hint of hesitation in his tone.
He took a deep breath, pushed aside the withered vines, and stepped into the cave first.
The cave was pitch black, with only a few faint rays of light shining through the cracks at the entrance.
Feng Ziang took out a fire starter and shook it gently. The orange-yellow flame jumped in the cave, illuminating the surroundings.
The cave was filled with all kinds of broken junk, and in the corner curled up an old beggar in tattered clothes.
The old beggar had gray hair and a wrinkled face, but his eyes were unusually sharp.
He saw Feng Ziang and Michael and frowned slightly.
"Are you... here to listen to my stories?" The old beggar's voice was hoarse, but it carried a power that no one could underestimate.
Feng Ziang stepped forward, his tone filled with helplessness: "We want to know the truth behind Ares' assassination of me. If you are willing to tell us, we are willing to pay you."
The old beggar sneered, "
Feng Ziang frowned, although he felt a little helpless, he already had a plan in mind.
Michael stood aside, his brows slightly furrowed, obviously dissatisfied with this kind of blackmail, but he did not say a word, just stood silently behind Feng Ziang and gave him support.
Feng Ziang smiled faintly, "However, we are not the kind of people who give up easily. How about it, deal?"
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The old beggar narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Ziang and Michael, as if assessing their sincerity.
The air in the cave was heavy, as if a storm could break out at any time.
"Deal!" The old beggar finally spoke, with a sly light in his eyes. But before he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his skinny hand, pointed to the darkness ahead, and said in a mysterious tone, "But the story you want to hear is more precious than gold..." Feng Ziang curled the corners of his mouth and revealed a sly smile.
"Gold? You're too vulgar, old man. Let me teach you a little magic that I guarantee will be worth much more than your one or two ounces of gold." As he spoke, a faint light condensed from his fingertips, flickering like a firefly dancing in the night sky.
"How about it? This is a secret of the God Realm. Do you want to exchange it?"
The old beggar's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and his greedy gaze stared at the light on Feng Ziang's fingertips, as if he had seen a rare treasure.
"Deal!" he agreed without hesitation.
Feng Ziang demonstrated the spell simply. The old beggar nodded with satisfaction. A smile appeared on his skinny face, as eerie as a flower blooming on a dead tree.
"Ares is employed by a mysterious organization in heaven..." The old beggar slowly revealed some secrets with a mysterious tone.
Feng Ziang listened and felt that he was one step closer to the truth, and a sense of excitement surged in his heart.
The fog in the valley seemed to have thinned a little, and the moonlight poured down, illuminating everything in the valley.
"The mysterious organization in heaven? Michael, do you know anything about it?" Feng Ziang turned to look at Michael with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Michael's face turned pale and his lips trembled slightly, but he still refused to tell the whole story.
"I...I can't say..." he whispered, his tone full of helplessness and pain.
"Can't tell? You are still lying to me!" Feng Ziang roared, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.
"You've been lying to me all along! You never told me anything from the beginning!" He felt a tightness in his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense, and the air seemed to freeze.
Michael closed his eyes in pain, and a crystal tear fell from the corner of his eye.
"Zi'ang, listen to me..." He was about to explain, but suddenly stopped and looked up at the entrance of the valley, "Zi'ang, be careful!"
As soon as Michael finished speaking, a black shadow rushed out from the entrance of the valley like a ghost, carrying a chilling murderous intent and heading straight for Feng Ziang.
It was Ares, with a hint of mockery on his cold face and a sharp blade in his hand flashing with a faint light.
"Damn it, it's really haunting me!" Feng Ziang cursed angrily, and immediately drew his sword to block Ares' attack.
"Michael, what are you still standing there for? Come on!" He blocked and yelled at Michael who was still in a daze.
Michael finally came to his senses, drew his holy sword instantly, and joined the battle.
The two of them, one attacking and one defending, cooperated well, but there was a hint of tension in their words.
"You are an honest man. You keep silent at ordinary times, but you fail at the critical moment!" Feng Ziang complained while fighting, swinging the long sword in his hand vigorously.
"I... I didn't mean it!" Michael fended off Ares' attack while anxiously explaining himself, his face showing both pain and helplessness.
The valley was filled with the metallic sound of swords clashing and the angry roars of the two men.
Ares was like a cold-blooded killing machine, each of his moves was fatal, leaving the two no chance to breathe.
Suddenly, Feng Ziang discovered that there was something wrong with Ares' attack method. His sword moves were always directed towards the weak spot behind Michael, as if he was deliberately trying to force Michael to reveal a flaw!
"Be careful of him! This guy is targeting you on purpose!" Feng Ziang shouted, and at the same time, he gave a side kick, forcing Ares back.
Michael's face changed, and he finally realized that he was being used.
A trace of regret flashed across his eyes, and he seemed to have made up his mind, "Feng Ziang, actually... I..." Michael hesitated, his eyes full of struggle, and then his eyes froze, revealing an unprecedented determination, "Ares was ordered to test me. They wanted to see if I would betray the heaven for you!"
Feng Ziang was startled and immediately understood the complexity of the matter. He took a deep breath and his eyes became firm.
"Who cares if he's in heaven or not? Let's beat him down first!"
The two of them understood each other tacitly and adjusted their tactics to cooperate more closely.
Feng Ziang was responsible for frontal restraint, while Michael used the purifying power of the holy sword to suppress Ares' power.
After a fierce battle, Ares was finally defeated, with multiple wounds on his body and his clothes stained with blood.
He glared at the two of them fiercely, then retreated into the darkness unwillingly.
"You're lucky this time!"
Feng Ziang and Michael smiled at each other, and the gap between them seemed to disappear with the battle.
The mist in the valley gradually dissipated, and the moonlight fell on the two people, casting long shadows.
The crisis was temporarily resolved.
Feng Ziang suddenly felt a chill on his back, and he subconsciously drew his sword and held it across his body.
"Who's there!" Michael immediately looked around vigilantly.
The two were nervous, but found that everything around them was quiet and there was nothing.
Feng Ziang looked around worriedly, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual, the two of them felt relieved and prepared to leave the valley. However, just as Feng Ziang was about to turn around, Michael stared at him intently, unable to utter a word.
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