Chapter 105: Shaking People
Judging from the path he took, it was a path of gathering people and becoming king.
Whether it is conquering the country, forcing monsters to surrender, or devouring souls and creating an army of ghosts, it can be seen that he has the ambition to become a king.
And now, with this trick, the ghosts are possessed among the refugees, and with a little instigation, an army of refugees can be raised.
The refugees are starving and freezing, and their mental and physical strength will gradually be pushed to the limit. At that time, there will be no need for magic to confuse their minds. Just incitement with words will probably be like a ignited wildfire, burning to ashes in an instant.
Gong Mengbi thought about it for a moment and realized how terrifying this was.
But what is even more tragic is that even if the refugees become sharp blades in the hands of General Ban Yin, they cannot survive.
The King of Wu and the Ghost Concubine were very ambitious. Although they wanted to rebel and seize the world, they would not tolerate their subordinates rebelling as well.
General Ban Yin is now working for them and it is impossible for him to go against their will, so more and more people will die in the battle, and the final consequence is that no one will survive.
Their bloodiness and unwillingness will ignite their souls and turn them into terrifying ghosts. After they form an army, they become the soul of the army.
They wanted to survive, but in the end their bodies and souls would be eaten clean by General Ban Yin.
Gong Mengbi looked up at the sky.
The black clouds looked like a black sea, with countless little dragons swimming in it, which were scattered water vapor.
The huge black dragon had closed its eyes. If it had not been able to maintain its dragon form, it would have been difficult to tell whether it was dead or alive.
Gong Mengbi couldn't wait for the rain to stop. If he delayed any further, the refugees would go crazy and he would be unable to control them.
And at that time, it was not the fox's business to interfere.
Gong Mengbi sighed and said to the four ghosts behind him, "It's time to close the net. Lao Qing, go ask the eldest brother to take action."
"Lao Bai, go ask Grandma to come down the mountain."
"Old Black, Old Yellow, follow the refugees. General Banyin won't be far away if his accomplices are still around. He must be manipulating the situation nearby. If you spot him, report immediately."
After giving the order, Gong Mengbi closed his eyes and rested at Fox Hill.
On Fox Hill, there is an altar to the Goddess of Mount Tai and the Jade Fairy Goddess, which was built when Gong Mengbi summoned the foxes in front of the altar.
Later, when the fox prisoner built the Fox Courtyard, he did not dare to destroy the altar, but repaired and beautified it, and still enshrined the tablets of the goddess and the goddess there.
Now the altar is in the center of Fox Courtyard.
Gong Mengbi raised a cloud of mist to cover Fox Hill, casting a spell before the altar. Later, he continued to burn incense, and the cloud of mist did not dissipate.
Even though it was pouring rain, the altar was dry and even the incense burning in the copper furnace was not extinguished.
At this moment, Gong Mengbi was closing his eyes in front of the altar, trying to calm his mind.
In the deep silence, as if the void was shining brightly, he arrived in front of the wishing tree again.
The large and small treasure tablets on the wishing tree moved without wind, as if welcoming people.
These precious certificates represent fate, which is the fate between him and all living beings in the world.
Among them, there are naturally good connections, such as close friends and elders, and there are also bad connections, such as enemies and villains.
Gong Mengbi watched quietly as the wishing tree gradually disappeared from his sight, and then intricate, intertwined silk strings filled the void.
Before this, he responded to Miss Liangji's call by following the silk strings. These strings were actually the threads of fate.
The wishing tree will not show bad karma, because bad karma is of no benefit to spiritual practice.
But in these strings, one can clearly see the interweaving of good and evil.
He silently recited General Ban Yin's name and found the connection with him.
This thread of fate has found more strings that are intertwined with it.
Like a chess game, the strings crisscross, dividing the void and drawing in all those involved.
Gong Mengbi twisted the thread of connection with General Ban Yin and thought: I hope I can cut you off today.
Although he could see these strings, he was clearly powerless to influence them. He could only rely on peeping to sort out the people and events involved, verify them with his own arrangements, and find the most appropriate solution.
For example, at this time, we need to steal the house.
The young green-clothed ghost flew away with the help of wood energy. Among the five elements, water generates wood energy, and with such heavy rain, the wood energy is also stimulated.
In such weather, the two ghosts Qingchun and Xuandong run the fastest.
Xiangzhu Ridge.
Under a short bamboo tree, several monsters were squatting.
The leaves of the dwarf bamboo were catalyzed by magic and became huge, like an umbrella, blocking the rain.
There was no way to get out of the mud underfoot, especially for Kang An, a strong man with half of his feet stuck in the mud.
Wen Xiu took advantage of the situation and became very small, landing on Xiangjun's shoulder.
In addition to the three of them, there was a young man with goat horns on his head who could not open his eyes, and a middle-aged man with arms longer than his knees and a face covered with black hair.
These people hid under a short bamboo and seemed very crowded, unable to move.
Fatty Kang asked, "Xiao Que'er, how long do we have to wait?"
Wen Xiu had no idea: "Brother Gong only asked me to invite you to Xiangzhu Ridge to wait, but he never said how long we should wait."
The young man with sheep-horns who couldn't open his eyes turned his head, but he couldn't turn his head halfway.
The middle-aged man with long arms grabbed his goat horns and said, "Be careful not to prick my head."
"Oh, sorry." The young man with goat horns didn't turn around and asked, "Brother Kang, can your brother do it?"
Kang An scratched his head, feeling a little guilty, but his face showed a confident look: "Brother Yang, Brother Yuan, if you don't trust him, can you not trust me?"
Brother Yuan rummaged around on his back, pinched out a louse, flicked it into the water, and said, "I know what kind of person you are, so I'm afraid you'll be deceived."
Fatty Kang was immediately annoyed: "How could I be fooled? I, Old Kang, am also an old hand in the world, how could I be fooled? We are sworn brothers and are as close as brothers. He can't possibly deceive me!"
Brother Yuan covered half of his ear and waited for him to finish: "That's a fox. How can you, a wild boar who only cares about eating, beat him?"
Wen Xiu quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense. Brother Gong is a good fox."
Brother Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Forget it, I'm already here."
Xiang Jun straightened her skirt and said, "Although he is a little liar, he should not be a bad fox. If I had known he was not a cat, I would not have said so much to him... Hey, who broke in?"
Xiang Jun looked into the forest and saw a stream of wood energy cruising over in the rain. It hid itself through the trees and was targeted by these monsters.
Wen Xiu shouted, "This way!"
The wood energy landed in front of several monsters and transformed into a green-clothed ghost.
The green-robed ghostly deity bowed and saluted: "Greetings, seniors. I come here in the name of my master, Gong Mengbi, to invite you all to leave the mountain."
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