Chapter 611: The Unwilling Killer and the Monkey Wine
Chapter 611: The Unwilling Killer and the Monkey Wine
As the Temple Incense Master stepped forward to block the Yan Family Patriarch, another reincarnator, wearing a pig face mask, also revealed his understanding of the Dragon Transformation Well and the Yan Family Patriarch's true identity. He too, tugged at his sleeve and rushed forward.
From his sleeve, he pulled out a piece of green cloth and spread it on the ground, then quickly retracted it.
Beneath the cloth, an eight-foot-tall vat appeared, which he kicked with his toes, sending it flying into the air. He then reached out and grabbed the vat, which seemed to weigh a ton, and hurled it towards the Yan Family Patriarch.
"Puff, puff, puff..."
The material of the vat was unknown, as countless iron chains lashed against it, creating a dull sound. Surprisingly, the vat remained intact, not even leaving a scratch.
"Sizzle..."
The vat collided with the Yan Family Patriarch, but it couldn't budge his strange body, and instead, it bounced back as if struck by a heavy blow.
Unfazed, the reincarnator leaped forward, catching the vat, and reached into it, pulling out a handful of white rice, which he threw at the patriarch, covering him.
Each grain of rice seemed like gunpowder, creating sparks on the patriarch's body, causing the corpse energy to dissipate.
"No wonder he's so familiar with this trade, he's from the Yan Family of Corpse Chasers..."
Someone nearby had figured it out and whispered to himself, but he quickly realized the situation and refrained from making a scene.
This was the nature of reincarnator gatherings; if someone displayed their skills and took action, no matter how well they hid their identity, their background could be deduced from their unique abilities.
For example, the Yan Family of Corpse Chasers combined the skills of Illusion, Punishment Soul, and Wandering Ghost, carving out their own path. This reincarnator's use of the vat immediately revealed his origin.
However, while they could guess, they couldn't speak of it openly.
It was a good thing that someone was willing to take action, but it would be inappropriate to expose their secrets.
"That guy is fierce..."
At this moment, Hu Ma gritted his teeth, brandishing the Punishment Official Saber, and charged towards the Yan Family Patriarch. In a blink of an eye, he noticed that although there were many reincarnators present, only a few could effectively deal with such a monstrous zombie.
The person wearing the pig face mask, holding the vat, continuously displayed his unique skills, which were the most effective against zombies and evil spirits.
However, despite their apparent effectiveness, they didn't seem to have much impact on the creature.
As for the Temple Incense Master with the dog face mask, he directly engaged the Yan Family Patriarch in a head-on confrontation, but the loud clanging and banging indicated that after over ten exchanges, he couldn't suppress the creature, even though he wasn't injured.
The surrounding reincarnators who were chanting incantations, casting talismans, and launching hidden needles and arrows at the patriarch were completely ineffective.
Countless lethal attacks seemed to disappear into the void upon hitting the patriarch.
If this continued, they would surely face a dead end.
Among this group of reincarnators, Hu Ma's abilities were not particularly outstanding, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and join the fight. Wielding the Punishment Official Saber, he slashed wildly at the creature.
He relied on the resilience of the Year Guardian to charge into the battle, grateful for the two who were holding their ground. Otherwise, he might not have lasted long against this creature.
At this moment, empowered by the Great Heavenly Emperor Seal's resistance to suppression and the saber's sharpness and ferocity, he temporarily held his own in the battle, using the Two Doors Mansion's techniques to roll and tumble, chopping and slashing with surprising strength.
Even some of the reincarnators nearby showed surprise: "This Wandering Ghost Senior Magistrate isn't so weak after all, he does have some skills..."
"His Dharmic Form is formidable, he must have a background, but he's still missing something to unlock the Three Doors Mansion..."
"..."
"..."
As the fierce battle raged on, the Yan Family Inner Mansion shook with collapsing houses and rolling dark winds. Meanwhile, outside the mansion, furious villagers were beating up the Yan Family Patriarch and the several sect members who had come to help.
With Miss Red Wine present, the villagers couldn't do much, and they endured the beating.
However, the villagers' anger was also dampened by the eerie sounds coming from the patriarch as he emerged from the well, and the sinister demonic aura that followed. Their initial fervor quickly faded, replaced by fear.
"What...what was that sound?"
"Could there be a monster inside the Yan Family Mansion?"
"..."
After experiencing this, they felt the commotion inside might spill out at any moment, and their fear made them want to flee the Yan Family Mansion.
Miss Red Wine subtly waved her handkerchief, darkening the night within the mansion, disorienting everyone and preventing them from finding the exit. Even if they wanted to escape, they couldn't.
She had no choice; if these villagers left now, they might immediately encounter the murderous Iron Threshold Army.
Most likely, none of them would survive.
As the noise inside the Yan Family Mansion intensified, even Miss Red Wine felt her arm hairs standing on end. The Iron Threshold Army outside the mansion also went crazy, tearing down walls and frantically searching for the hidden Yan Family.
The pressure in her heart gradually increased, and she muttered to herself, "It can't be that this gathering won't resolve the issue within?"
"The Iron Threshold Army outside is about to break in..."
"..."
In the martial world, it was said that the Shou Sui people were skilled in countering the Illusion School's tricks, but they relied on brute force, often making life difficult for the Illusion School.
And now, the Iron Threshold Army outside was unleashing a massacre, pushing forward indiscriminately, which was precisely the case. No matter how ingenious their methods were, once discovered by the army, it was only a matter of time before they would break in.
When that happens, with an attack from both inside and out, wouldn't it be disastrous?
"We, who have always been too cautious, will suffer a great loss..."
As she pondered, someone beside her spoke in a low voice. It was Old Sorghum, one of the reincarnators from Anzhou, who had just come out from the inner mansion. He whispered, "The Yan Family Patriarch has turned into a demonic corpse. Ordinary means won't be enough to deal with this thing."
"That old thing should have died, but he forcibly extended his life, swallowing too much malevolent qi, which is equivalent to having endless cultivation."
"But because he forced his longevity, who knows what kind of debt he owes in the underworld. If we could summon the evil dogs from the Evil Dog Village in the Netherworld Eight Landscapes, his old bones wouldn't be enough for them to gnaw on. But we can't do that."
"Among the reincarnators, most are afraid to step onto the bridge. Even those who dare to step on it wouldn't dare to use their full abilities so recklessly..."
"But how can we deal with that ghostly thing using only our regular skills?"
"..."
"It's the same if the Iron Threshold King outside breaks in."
Miss Red Wine whispered, "But this matter has become a matter of momentum. If it succeeds, then fine, but if it fails, the reincarnators' courage may never recover, and there won't be another gathering."
Old Sorghum hesitated, "Then..."
Miss Red Wine suddenly made a decision, "Where's the Burning Knife?"
"Tell him he doesn't need to hide anymore. Today, he's allowed to take action!"
Old Sorghum was startled, but Miss Red Wine nodded firmly and said in a heavy voice, "It's time. We need to use his hand to set a trap."
"We must resolve the issue inside before the Iron Threshold Army breaks in and quickly retreat!"
"..."
"..."
"Do we have to use the Exorcism Golden Cudgel?"
In the front yard, amidst the chaos, Lao Suandan was also listening to the commotion from the depths of the Yan Family Mansion with great concern. He now understood the situation and felt that if the Exorcism Golden Cudgel was used to resolve this matter, it would seem more reasonable.
Such a demonic creature was precisely the time to use the Exorcism Golden Cudgel. But if the Wandering Ghost Great Enforcer were to deal with it...
That would be too terrifying, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, as he pondered, he turned and noticed that Wu Ya beside him had a strange expression. He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's... so strange..."
Wu Ya stood there, dazed, and said in a low voice, "Wormie has been unusually active since the beginning, and now..."
"It seems to be getting more and more excited!"
"..."
Lao Suandan wasn't a master of the Witchcraft Sect, but he was well-traveled and knowledgeable. Hearing this strangeness, his heart skipped a beat, and his voice trembled, "No..."
"..."
"..."
Outside the Yan Family Mansion, the Iron Threshold King still couldn't understand how such a large manor could remain hidden, even after an extensive search. In this urgent situation, he went mad and ordered his men to massacre indiscriminately.
No matter how strange it was, he refused to believe that by pushing down the surrounding houses and killing those who might be using demonic arts, he couldn't find the Yan Family.
Due to his madness, the common people around the Yan Family Mansion suffered greatly, crying and screaming in misery, a sight too painful to witness.
But amidst this chaos, at the end of the narrow alley, a man dressed in a white robe, with his hair loose and holding a flute in his hand, appeared at some point. He slowly walked down the alley, ignoring the crying people and the dead bodies on the ground. He maintained a calm expression as he approached the Iron Threshold Army, filled with killing aura. He stopped and frowned slightly, addressing the tall horse blocking the alley entrance, "Make way!"
"?"
The Iron Threshold Army, in their killing frenzy, sat high on their horses, looking at this man, thinking they had misheard.
"Make way."
The man didn't even bother to explain, his eyes filled with indifference, "People shouldn't be stupider than insects. I don't like killing, but..."
"I don't hate it either!"
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