Chapter 208 Five Thunder Gods, Hear My Command!
Meng Guichen watched his reaction with satisfaction before letting go of him.
She gracefully tossed her long hair, then gave Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin a reassuring look.
Then, her figure transformed into a wisp of green smoke and entered the tomb.
As soon as she entered, a ghostly aura began to circulate around her.
In an instant, all life was extinguished, leaving only cold and deathly stillness.
The grave began to emit a fluctuation identical to that of the girl's soul from before.
Lin Yanxin and Zhang Qingyuan watched as Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin leaped onto the tree, and then they also found a tree and jumped up.
After hiding, Shen Yuepo raised his hand and pointed at the two unconscious henchmen on the ground.
The two shuddered and opened their eyes simultaneously, waking from the illusion, rubbing their temples in confusion.
One of them shivered, rubbing his arms and muttering, "Ugh, why does it feel like a chill is creeping up on me... it's giving me the creeps..."
The other person rubbed his arms, took out his phone, dialed a number, and lowered his voice:
"Hey? Where are you guys?... What? Twenty minutes left?"
He looked up at the increasingly dark mountain valley, shrank his neck, and said, "Hurry up, this wretched place is freezing cold!"
An impatient reply came from the other end of the phone, and the call ended abruptly.
Shen Yuepo seemed to remember something and took out her phone to send a message to Zhao Yan.
Time passed second by second.
Lin Yanxin, who was hiding in the tree canopy, couldn't help but yawn, and her eyelids began to feel heavy.
This long stakeout was torture for someone of his temperament.
Just as his head was about to slump down, Zhang Qingyuan suddenly slapped him awake, silently mouthing the words "..." in the direction of the ravine.
"They're here!"
On the tree, Shen Yuepo leaned against Feng Jin's broad chest, being held in his arms.
Feng Jin leaned lazily against the tree trunk, his slender fingers idly twirling a strand of her hair, as if the rough tree branch beneath him were the throne of Fengdu.
Sensing the presence emanating from afar, his fingertips paused slightly.
Shen Yuepo narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the night.
Three figures appeared at the end of the mountain path.
Between two thugs in black, a gaunt man in a gray Taoist robe with a goatee was flanked.
The man held a peach wood sword, had a string of strange bone bells wrapped around his waist, and was surrounded by murky black energy, making people feel uneasy even from afar.
What terrified Shen Yuepo even more was the evil aura within…
It had a strangely familiar feel to it.
As the three approached the cemetery, the henchman who had stayed behind immediately went to greet them: "Master, you've finally arrived!"
He pointed at the lonely grave and said, trembling, "A sudden gust of cold wind blew out just now, and the boss said the amulet burned to ashes!"
The man with the goatee snorted coldly, his mustache twitching slightly: "I told you to come along before we came up the mountain, but your boss insisted on showing off! Now you're scared?"
He flicked his sleeve and walked toward the grave, the bone bells making strange noises.
Reaching the grave, he suddenly sniffed, his expression changing drastically. "The seal has been broken!"
Feng Jin gently pressed his finger on Shen Yuepo's reincarnation ring.
As the Reincarnation Ring flashed with a ghostly light, Meng Guichen, lying in the grave, immediately began to wail in response.
"No, no one has been here!" The henchman's legs trembled with fear.
The man with the goatee strode forward and waved to his henchman, "What are you standing there for? Dig up the grave!"
He then pulled out a piece of yellow paper covered with blood-red runes and began chanting incantations.
The two henchmen gritted their teeth and found shovels in the wooden house to start digging.
As the last handful of soil was removed, a pitch-black coffin was revealed.
The surface of the coffin was covered with strange blood-red patterns, like talismans drawn with cinnabar mixed with blood.
At this moment, Meng Guichen's disguised soul slowly rose up, surrounded by a thick aura of resentment.
Her face was a bluish-gray like that of the dead, and red tears of blood kept seeping from the corners of her eyes, leaving two marks on her pale face, making her look exactly like a wronged soul who had suffered endless torment.
The Taoist priest with the goatee saw the face of the person in the grave clearly and roared with eyes wide open, "You are not Yuan!"
He suddenly pulled out a peach wood sword from his sleeve.
The peach wood sword was covered with blood-red incantations, and it gleamed with an eerie light under the moonlight.
Meng Guichen calmly restored her original appearance, her fingers lightly tracing her cheek, a dangerous smile playing on her red lips: "Of course not~"
"You evil cultivator, prepare to die!"
Lin Yanxin leaped down from the tree, the lightning patterns on her peach wood sword surging: "Five Thunder Gods, heed my command!"
"boom!"
"A trivial skill!"
With a cold snort, the man with the goatee flicked out seven copper coins from his sleeve, which then arranged in the Big Dipper formation in the air.
The lightning struck the copper coin but was completely absorbed, and strange blood-red runes appeared on the surface of the coin.
Lin Yanxin instantly engaged him in combat.
The talismans and sword light intertwined, casting flickering light and shadow over the mountain valley.
Shen Yuepo and Zhang Qingyuan followed suit, leaping down from the tree and landing lightly.
Shen Yuepo said to Zhang Qingyuan, who was staring in disbelief, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, these five henchmen are yours."
"Huh?!" Zhang Qingyuan was so shocked by her words that he almost bit his tongue. "Me?!"
Before he could finish speaking, a henchman's fist came flying at him with a gust of wind.
He hastily turned to the side, his Taoist robe flapping wildly in the wind from the punch, and hurriedly assumed a defensive stance.
Shen Yuepo stood still, his gaze fixed on the old man with the goatee who was fighting with Lin Yanxin.
The chilling aura surrounding that person was mixed with a familiar fluctuation of spiritual energy.
Just then—
"Fellow Daoist Shen!"
Zhang Qingyuan swept one of the henchmen down with a leg sweep, panting and shouting, "I can't take it anymore!"
Shen Yuepo calmly withdrew his gaze and casually picked up a broken piece of wood about the thickness of a wrist from the ground.
With a flick of her wrist, the wooden stick swung three times in quick succession, accompanied by a whooshing sound.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The three henchmen collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
On the other side, seeing that things were not going well, the man with the goatee suddenly bit his index finger and smeared it on the peach wood sword.
The sword suddenly blazed with bloody light, forcing Lin Yanxin to retreat several steps, and several charred holes were corroded into the hem of her Taoist robe.
"Fellow Daoists!" The man with the goatee leaped back, his sinister gaze sweeping across the faces of the crowd. "We are all members of the Xuanmen sect, why must you be so ruthless and make things difficult for me?"
"Make things difficult for you?" Shen Yuepo sneered as she stepped forward. "Imprisoning souls, aiding drug dealers... do you even deserve the title of Xuanmen?"
A glint of malice flashed in the goatee's eyes, and he suddenly gave a sinister smile: "What does this little girl know! This humble Taoist is..."
Before he could finish speaking, he took the opportunity to bite his middle finger, drawing a blood curse on the bone bell, and chanted:
"With my lifeblood, I beg you to kill me..."
The goatee's incantation suddenly got stuck in his throat, making a strange "clucking" sound like a rooster being choked.
A soul-binding chain, gleaming with a ghostly, cold light, had somehow wrapped around his neck, suspending him in mid-air like a toad being lifted up.
"Cough cough..."
His face, with its goatee, turned a deep purplish-red, and his hands, with bulging veins, frantically scratched his neck while his legs kicked comically in the air.
Meng Guichen held the other end of the chain with one hand, and elegantly tossed his long hair with the other:
"Lin Yanxin, you're not good enough."
She glanced sideways at Lin Yanxin, whose face was flushed, and said, "It's been three years since we last met, and you can't even handle a half-buried old geezer?"
Lin Yanxin: "..."
He silently picked up the peach wood sword that had broken in two and squatted down in a corner to draw circles.
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