Chapter 211 Zhou Gong Ming

The next morning, when Jiang Wu woke up in the tent, he couldn't help but be glad that Han Zhong didn't really listen to him and held him in his arms to sleep in the open air, otherwise one of them would definitely get sick.

There were voices talking outside the tent. Jiang Wu put on his coat and walked out of the tent, but he only saw Bai Xianling and Yan Zhishan. He didn't know where the others had gone.

Jiang Wu frowned subconsciously and asked, "Where is Han Zhong?"

Bai Xianling replied, "I went with Mr. Rong to explore the way. I asked Luo Yun and Zeng Xiaoyou to go with us, as well as the four bodyguards. It should be fine."

Jiang Wu's eyes were a little cold. When he was about to use a whistle to summon Longmian to find someone, Han Zhong and the others came back, bringing the white Longmian with him. The beautiful white eagle landed on Jiang Wu's shoulder from a distance. Han Zhong also noticed Jiang Wu's slightly cold expression, and immediately quickened his pace and walked up to him.

"I didn't walk far. I just walked around nearby."

Jiang Wu said nothing.

Han paused, leaned forward slightly, and combed his messy hair. His tone was a little more gentle and tolerant, "I'll comb your hair, okay?"

Jiang Wu pursed his lips and said "hmm", then was taken to sit on a stone at the side, waiting for Han Zhong to comb his hair.

The other people in the camp had noticed the relationship between the two men as early as when they were in Mozi Village. They were also used to this president with a net worth of over 10 billion being humble in front of Jiang Wu, so they didn't react this time.

But Rong Anzhou, the younger brother, couldn't help rolling his eyes. He always felt that his brother's attitude towards Jiang Wu had become more and more tolerant recently, and he even had a sense of familiarity, which really made him disgusted. When he returned, he would definitely complain to Zhou Changming.

By the time Jiang Wu finished combing his hair, his anger had completely dissipated. He realized belatedly that he was so angry for no reason. Han Zhong has always been prudent and would definitely not run around rashly, but he treated him like a three-year-old child. Anyone would be angry about this.

"I'm sorry." He always admits his mistakes.

"It's okay." Han Zhong knew what he was talking about and was not angry. He combed his hair and said, "It's my fault. I said I would not leave you, but I left."

"It's not your fault, but there's a Sang Yuan in this mountain who's secretly coveting your body, so you have to be careful." Jiang Wu felt a little unhappy about this, but he also knew that he had slept for a long time this time. Han Zhong thought about coming back to see if he was still asleep before leaving for a while.

"Um."

Jiang Wu turned his head to look at him. Han Zhong stopped combing his hair and tilted his head to look at him, waiting for what he was going to say.

"I don't look down on you, I just... feel a little uneasy. I don't know why, but I always feel that something bad is going to happen. So I don't want you to leave me. I'm afraid I can't protect you."

“…”

Han Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "I couldn't ask for more."

Seeing that the two of them were in a good mood again, Rong Anzhou stepped forward and said, "It's full of miasma in here, and there's not much food. The Sang you mentioned might have left a long time ago."

Anyway, he led people to search around in the morning but didn't find any traces.

"Impossible." Jiang Wu said firmly, "He won't leave this mountain. He hasn't gotten what he wants yet."

Rong Anzhou was helpless. He actually didn't know what the two men were looking for. He only knew that the thing could cure Han Zhong's cold, and it seemed that the thing was quite popular.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no rain or snow in the mountains, they hurried along the way. During the journey, they encountered the same black humanoid evil creatures that Yang Chen and his group had encountered several times before. They rushed towards them like a tide, causing the two brothers Yan Zhishan, who had seen the evil creatures before, to be shocked. Not to mention Rong Anzhou and the four bodyguards, who got goosebumps on the spot. Especially when they found that shooting was useless, even a strong man like Rong Anzhou couldn't help but panic.

Fortunately, Han Zhong was well prepared. He imitated Qin Jiawang's method and prepared a batch of bullets engraved with evil-breaking spells, which would come in handy.

In addition, there were four Taoist priests in the team who specialized in dealing with these things. Some used swords, some chanted the Golden Light Mantra, and they quickly killed off a wave. However, those evil creatures did not give up and still rushed towards them wave after wave. The team killed while moving forward, and finally reached the four peaks in four groups.

There were four bodyguards, one for each of Yan Zhishan and his men, while Rong Anzhou stayed behind to follow Jiang Wu and Han Zhong.

Taking Longmian's cry as a signal, the four people found the spell stone tablets under the four peaks respectively, and formed seals and chanted spells according to the method taught to them by Jiang Wulai before. Then, at the moment when the cry of the eagle sounded above their heads, they activated their spiritual power.

The sky gradually darkened. It was still a sunny day, but the sun seemed to be covered by a layer of cloth, and not a single breath of heat could penetrate. Evil spirits from all directions gathered in the center of the forest and collided fiercely. The wind that came from nowhere had a sticky smell of blood, like old bloodstains dried in the wind and sand, dry and sharp, scraping the nose and throat like a knife, making people want to vomit. It felt like a big stone was pressing on the chest, heavy, and even breathing became difficult.

The color instantly drained from Rong Anzhou's face, and his breathing became heavy.

At the same time, the four people at the foot of the four peaks also realized that something was wrong. The stone tablet in front of them was originally dilapidated, and the ancient red spells on it had almost faded under the erosion of thousands of years. But at this moment, those spells were glowing, spreading like flowing blood, and the huge spiritual power spread out to the surroundings, violently knocking them out.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Yan Zhishan's mouth. Looking at the evil spirit that was madly escaping from the sky above the mountain, he was so shocked that he forgot his words for the first time.

Evil spirit is the aggregation of all the ominous spirits in the world. It comes from the human heart and will also react to the human heart. It is a kind of destiny of the world, or the product of the destiny of the world affecting the human world. However, no matter how strong the evil spirit is, it cannot surpass the destiny of the world. After all, this world is not in chaos.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot be stronger than nature or the laws of heaven. Even if he commits many sins, it will only backfire on him, such as giving birth to evil creatures, extremely evil places, or appearing in the form of cause and effect such as natural disasters. However, no place has ever gathered such strong evil energy, and it is not even as mottled and mixed as the black human-shaped evil creatures he encountered before. But the evil energy that appeared before his eyes was far beyond his imagination.

This evil spirit belongs to one person. It is very pure and also very powerful. The person who can produce such powerful evil spirit must have an extremely powerful soul. The soul of an ordinary person is obviously not enough, so it must be the soul of a cultivator.

They finally realized that the real danger of this forest was not the evil spirit, miasma, or those black humanoid evil creatures, but the obsession born from the immortal spirit of a powerful monk who died a thousand years ago.

They were fooled, and they released a terrible monster.

The bodyguard behind him turned pale as paper and his mind began to become confused. Yan Zhishan gritted his teeth and did not dare to delay any longer. He immediately led the bodyguards to the direction where Jiang Wu was.

At the same time, the powerful evil spirit that erupted above the Mozi Mountain suddenly crashed into a barrier after rushing out of the mountain forest fifty meters above. A red energy body covering the entire Mozi Mountain was looming, and the talisman stuck on it burned into ashes with a "crackling" sound, and fell to the foot of the mountain with the wind.

Soon the second piece of talisman fell, and one after another, all turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.

Zhou Yannan, who was waiting with everyone at the foot of the mountain, looked at the ashes falling in front of him and his face turned pale.

Jiang Wu, who was in the mountain, was also stunned when he saw the evil spirit rising to the sky above his head. He knew that Yan Zhong had used some means in his previous life to turn his reincarnation into a body full of evil spirits, but he didn't know that Yan Zhong would have such a strong evil spirit.

Such a powerful evil spirit can only be produced by the obsession of a cultivator's soul, but Yan Chong clearly cannot cultivate it. This is the law of nature and cannot be changed. Even his master cannot do it. Why can Yan Chong do it?

What method did he use?

There was a "thump" sound from behind. It was Rong Anzhou who could not hold on any longer. He fell to his knees on the altar due to the invasion of evil spirits, groaning in pain.

Jiang Wu immediately went to see Han Zhong, but someone held his shoulders from behind. Han Zhong's voice rang out, "I'm fine."

Jiang Wuxin calmed down a little, touched Rong Anzhou's brow with his fingertips, and protected his spirit tablet with the power of his soul. Rong Anzhou then stopped groaning, but his face was still pale.

"What the hell... is this..." he asked, gasping.

Jiang Wu was about to answer when he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He slowly turned his head and looked behind him, only to see a "person" slowly walking towards him from the depths of the forest.

He was a tall man with long, messy, dry yellow hair that reached his calves. Most of his facial features were covered, and only a pair of dark, empty eyes could be vaguely seen. His upper body and waist were wrapped in rotten and tattered rags, which seemed to be antiques from who knows how many years ago. There was a dark hole in his heart, empty. A thick hemp rope was hung around his waist, with a loop at the end, as if it had been tied with something a long time ago.

It could no longer be called a person, but a corpse that had been dead for a long time. After thousands of years, it had become a completely insane evil creature.

Jiang Wu looked at "it" walking towards him step by step, his eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what he saw.

He had been searching for the person who had died outside the imperial city of Xiangdu a thousand years ago and whose body was nowhere to be found for ten years, but had never found him. Now he appeared before him.

The person who he couldn't see because of the wall between them now appeared in front of him.

"...Zhou Gong Ming?"