Chapter 422: Encountering the Enemy Acting Coquettishly
Jing Zhui's brain was strongly impacted and there was a blank for a moment. His brain cells did not react according to the visual response, but instead a long-lost memory emerged.
That year he almost unified the six realms, but the ghost realm hindered his progress in unifying the world.
He broke through the ghost realm and fought a decisive battle with the ghost lord Zhu Chuideng in the vast sea of blood.
At the Yellow Springs Ferry, a sea of blood rages, gathering the sins of the past and present.
At that time, the Ghost Lord's bone throne had just been completed.
For a period of time, Zhu Chuideng was obsessed with hunting down the most famous monks of the time, and extracting the backbones of the Taoist ancestors to build his throne.
In addition, since there are only a few extraordinary geniuses in the world of cultivating immortals every few hundred years, and each person has only one spine, it was quite difficult for Zhu Chuideng to gather the materials for a chair.
The hundred-foot-tall bone throne pressed down on the sea of blood, majestic and imposing.
Zhu Chuideng sat on the throne, lazily wearing a tattered straw hat, his long legs crossed, and two skulls under one cloth shoe. Unlike those flashy monks outside, the Ghost Lord looked very simple, like a farmer who had just returned from the fields to fight.
Rough and undisguised.
A traditional farmer feeds his wife and children with his bare hands, facing the earth and his back to the sky, sweat dripping down to the ground.
Zhu Chuideng is a lonely man with nowhere to turn to. In the end, he can only play the role of a father to everyone in the world, using his body as a shield to block the unstoppable blade of the demon.
Jing Zhui held the heavy sword, and the tip of the sword dragged through clusters of wailing blood waves.
Most of Zhu Chuideng's face was covered by the shadow of the brim of his hat. Jing Zhui could only see from a distance his iron-blue chin after he had just shaved.
"Build the Blow Lantern."
Zhu Chuideng felt his scrutinizing gaze, lifted the brim of his tattered hat with one hand, and took out the straw from his mouth with a smile, "Jing Zhui."
The bone hound that Zhu Chuideng had tied to the throne was barking madly.
He patted the hound's head.
Jing Zhui stood still and asked the most provocative question with the most curious and innocent expression: "I heard that ghosts can't cry. Is that true?"
Zhu Chuideng answered generously, "You ask if I can cry? Everyone who knows me knows that, apart from the crying of a newborn baby, I have never shed a tear in my life or since I was born."
Jing Zhui smiled: "Not even the day I turned into a ghost?"
Zhu Chuideng: "No."
The two men were like wild beasts in the mountains meeting on a narrow road, sizing each other up and worrying about each other's lives.
Jing Zhui: "I also heard that ghosts will cry and beg for mercy when their souls are scattered. Zhu, blow out the lantern and let me see your terrified expression."
Zhu Chuideng laughed loudly, and a bone spear flew out from under the sea of blood and landed in his palm.
"Why don't you let me see first whether the Demon God's bones are harder than those of other monks."
Jing Zhui recalled the past and once again sighed that this was the most exciting battle he had ever fought.
The demons will conquer all the strong ones, and they will respect all the strong ones with tough bones.
Zhu Chuideng's bones are really strong.
Jing Zhui had killed many talented and powerful men in his life, and was used to seeing his enemies crawling at his feet and crying for mercy.
One time, Zhu Chuideng accidentally fell into his hands. He took out all the bones in Zhu Chuideng's body and broke them one by one, until only the head was left. Zhu Chuideng didn't say a word from beginning to end.
From then on, Jing Zhui was deeply impressed by Zhu Chuideng's iron will.
He is worthy of being the king who fought his way to the top from the bottom of the ghost world.
Deeply admire.
With great respect.
It can be said that in Jing Zhui's impression, Zhu Chuideng is a steel-like warrior and a true man of iron and blood.
And now, his beloved rival, his respectable enemy, the iron-blooded and true man, Lord Ghost, was leaning weakly in the woman's arms and acting coquettishly.
Hell, he even seemed to hear Zhu Chuideng say something like "I want to be a child".
Ah? Could it be that Zhu Chuideng is still crying?
This picture is so disgusting.
He almost vomited.
Jing Zhui felt as if something in his spiritual world had collapsed.
The shock caused to him was no less than that caused by Zhu Chuideng who had fought with him for thousands of years to prevent him from destroying the world. But when Zhu Chuideng was about to win, he suddenly threw his weapon to him and sent him a wedding invitation, "Hey, I've come to my senses. I don't want to be a hero to the whole world. I just want to be a hero to the woman I love."
Jing Zhui withdrew his gaze from Zhu Chuideng and Ye Xiaoman. This must be his illusion.
He had to speed up his pace to revive as soon as possible, otherwise his body would remain in a dismembered state for a long time and symptoms of presbyopia would appear.
The Taotie beast is still wreaking havoc, and the villagers are in panic, but life must go on.
Ye Xiaoman reports work progress to Jing Zhui every day.
"Boss, I plowed the whole place with Zhu Chuideng today."
"Boss, I went to the city with Zhu Chuideng to sell goods today. Zhu Chuideng bought me a piece of cloth to make clothes."
"Boss, I saw Zhu Chuideng repairing the roofs of the elderly people in the village today. Everyone, including Kong Erxiao's mother, was very grateful."
"Report to the boss, Zhu Chuideng has gone to build fortifications to defend against monsters."
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"Boss, wait, what do you want to do?" Ye Xiaoman stretched out her hand tremblingly. She saw Jing Zhui take out a small round ball like a crystal ball, which was the memory of the Ghost Lord.
Jing Zhui held it in his hand and with just a little force, he could crush it into powder.
Ye Xiaoman seemed to see that her life was in danger.
"A month and a half has passed."
"You're making no progress."
Jing Zhui dug almost every corner of Chepan Village, but still couldn't find what he wanted.
He has lost his patience.
"I intend to destroy the Ghost Lord's memory immediately."
"Don't," Ye Xiaoman struggled desperately, "Didn't you say before that you wanted to use the Ghost Lord's memories to get your head back?"
Jing Zhui said, "I will destroy this place, leaving him with only a trace of obsession, and I can use this obsession to exchange for my remaining body."
Ye Xiaoman carefully pried Jing Zhui's fingers off the memory ball one by one. "Although a month and a half has passed inside, only a day and a half has passed in the real world outside."
"You keep looking, maybe you'll find it in a few days."
"You also promised to give me three days, you can't break your promise."
After much persuasion from Ye Xiaoman, Jing Zhui finally put the memory ball away.
"Hurry up."
He turned to look at her: "Why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Ye Xiaoman asked back righteously. She and Jing Zhui were lying on the bed together, with Jing Zhui's pillow and quilt covering her.
The next second, she was thrown off the bed by Jing Zhui.
Ye Xiaoman rubbed her butt and walked out swallowing her anger.
In the kitchen, the two children of the Zhu family were still sitting at the dining table waiting for dinner. Zhu blew out the light and handed a large bowl to Ye Xiaoman: "Uncle, you're not eating today?"
Ye Xiaoman nodded, "He said he was in a bad mood and couldn't eat."
She didn't hear clearly what Zhu Chuideng said. She was a little absent-minded, wondering whether the friendship points she had accumulated with Zhu Chuideng were enough for her to find out the whereabouts of the treasure.
In any case, it's time to close the net.
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