Chapter 2070: Ambush (3) Chapter 2070: Ambush (3) “There's nothing?”
The old Daoist was shocked when he heard this. He, song Changqing, and the others turned around at the same time-
There was nothing behind him.
The alleyways were still in a picturesque disorder, and the entrance of the alley was green under the light of the human skin lanterns.
The streets were empty. There wasn't even a shadow of a tree, much less a ghost.
Only the uneven Green Brick floor, under the illumination of the green light, gave off a creepy and strange feeling.
“There's nothing at all!”
The old Daoist's eyes widened in disbelief.”Did I guess wrong?”
The small paths leading to the old streets were extremely quiet. At this time, the entire Shen villa was as quiet as a ghost town that had been abandoned for many years, except for the few people who had gathered here.
Most importantly, song qingxiao, who was not far behind them, had disappeared.
Song Changqing couldn't care less about this. When he turned around and didn't see the ghost or song Qing, he couldn't help but ask, ”
“Little junior sister! Little junior sister!”
He shouted a few times, but did not get a response. His expression gradually became uneasy.
“I'll go and find little junior sister.”
He lifted his bag even higher and was about to rush back without a word.
“Wait a minute-”
Among the group, the two of them were the only two cultivators. Wu baocai led the way in front, while song Qing brought up the rear. The master and disciple walked to the left and right of the crowd.
At this time, song Changqing rushed back without saying a word. The old Daoist hurriedly reached out to grab him, wanting to tell him to wait.
His hand passed through a few ordinary people who were standing between the master and disciple and grabbed song Changqing's arm.
“Don't …”
The last word was swallowed by the old Daoist.
When he turned his head, he saw the face of the man standing next to him.
This man was the man whose parents, wife, and children were in Shen villa. At this time, his face was filled with confusion and fear. It was obvious that he was puzzled by the empty street in front of him.
However, what made the old Daoist so shocked that his voice disappeared was not his current expression.
Instead, through his wide-open eyes, a completely different scene was reflected in his eyes.
Under the blood light, countless resentful ghosts crawled out from the top of the wall and the end of the alley. With a ferocious and cold expression, they were madly crawling towards the crowd!
The ground was covered in blood, and the walls seemed to be made of flesh and blood.
Broken limbs floated in the pool of blood, and the evil spirits chased after the crowd at an extremely fast speed.
This was hell!
“Quickly run!”
The old Daoist shivered from his spine and quickly spread to his limbs.
Chicken skin straightened his arms. After his mind went blank for a moment due to the shock, the old Daoist quickly regained his senses and let out a loud roar with the extraordinary perseverance of a cultivator!
“What's going on?”
Before anyone could react, the old Daoist priest had already pulled song Changqing back.
This was his instinctive reaction to protect his disciple. Before song Changqing could even react, he had already taken a few steps back!
Then, everyone heard the old Daoist priest's thunderous roar. He reached into his waist pocket without hesitation, took out a handful of copper coins, and threw them into the sky.
“The righteous Qi of heaven and earth, the Grand Supreme borrowing the law!”
'Clang clang clang-'
With a crisp sound, the copper coins flew into the sky. The old Daoist pushed back the ordinary people in front of him like an eagle catching chicks.
“What's going on-”
The people behind him felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their chests, forcing them to retreat.
Just as they were feeling puzzled, the copper coin flew into the air and formed a long sword in an instant, falling over everyone's heads.
The old Daoist bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The copper-coin sword shone again.
Wherever the light shone, the green light would melt and blood would appear.
Large amounts of black blood gushed out from the old, greenish-black bricks.
“Ah …”
As they groaned in pain, one hand after another pushed open the thick blood and crawled out.
There was blood flowing underground. At the entrance of the city alley not far away, ghostly figures and broken corpses stood up one after another!
Wherever the red light of the copper coin sword went, it was like a demon-revealing mirror, breaking the false 'peace' painted by the ghostly labyrinth and revealing the true cruelty of Shen villa.
“Ah …”
The people who saw this scene let out heart-wrenching screams.
Even if he had seen the fiendish corpses surrounding the city on the black ship, it was not as horrifying as being in hell at this time.
Who was song qingxiao?
Song qingxiao was the disciple of Daoist priest song, who had protected everyone with the stellar formation, cut open the red light with a sword, and entered the river a hundred years ago.
The ghostly labyrinth was broken, and everyone remembered.
However, it seemed to be too late.
Chapter end
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