Even at such a critical moment, Lu Yingjiu's heart was filled with relief.
It seems that Maotuanzi is well-nourished. He stands up all of a sudden, looking majestic and energetic.
The servants rushed over again, and their bodies were torn into pieces by their sharp claws and tough tails.
"Ahhh!" The black beast roared a few times, biting the corner of Lu Yingjiu's clothes and pulling them. It still let Lu Yingjiu use the contract to summon the gods.
Lu Yingjiu was helpless.
He originally wanted to throw Maotuanzi far away because he knew that it had no fighting power and Dao's target was himself, so this would prevent it from confronting Dao - to prevent it from suffering some kind of restrictions and punishment like Jingxian.
Last week, Maotuanzi underwent a super evolution. He became more handsome and stronger, and his legs became longer.
He even had some doubts whether the things Jing Xian fed it really had some effect, such as skulls, weeds, rotten cardboard suitcases, etc. In short, it caused some kind of genetic mutation.
He held the big wolf's head in his hands and said to it, "Don't get involved in this matter. I don't know how to pray to the gods, so don't continue to help me."
The black beast was naturally dissatisfied, and shook its head to make way for the wine, showing its fangs—
It is a glutton after all, and the sharp glow of its fangs makes people shudder.
When cats and dogs hunt, the maximum angle of their mouths is more than 100 degrees. Snakes, as animals with the largest opening and closing angles, only open at about 130 degrees. The black beast opened its huge mouth almost 180 degrees, biting dozens of attendants in a whirlwind without chewing, and swallowed the entire divine weapon into its stomach.
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
It is really going to have indigestion!
The battle situation became more urgent. He was also on the battlefield, with black blood constantly spurting out of the blade in his hand.
Lu Yingjiu was afraid that the punishment of the Tao would fall on Jing Xian and Mao Tuanzi, but in reality, they didn't care. He had no energy to stop the black beast's attack, and could only watch it and Jing Xian fight to their heart's content with cold murderous intent and blazing rage.
In a round of melee, he fought side by side with the black beast and actually forced back hundreds of servants.
The talisman paper burned, emitting brilliant light.
The black beast bit with its sharp claws and swung its long tail, and the servants fell into the dark wave one after another.
When the fight was over and the last servant disappeared, his eyes turned around and slowly closed.
The bridge surface was filthy, with black blood mixed with various body parts, like the scene of a massacre.
When Lu Yingjiu walked through the blood, he heard a sticky "pat-pat" sound under his feet. He didn't know whether it was made by blood or broken meat, but it made his scalp tingle.
The black beast licked its front paws gracefully, yawned lazily, and looked at Lu Yingjiu with its silver-gray eyes.
Lu Yingjiu raised his hand and touched its big head. After a long moment, he said, "I don't want you to leave."
"Ah~" the black beast answered.
It's saying, it's related.
Lu Yingjiu was filled with mixed feelings.
The coastal bridge still had no end in sight, and the man and the beast were walking slowly.
Lu Yingjiu took out his cell phone again and confirmed that all communications and positioning were failed, and he could not use any means to call for help.
He looked around. There was not even a reef in the sea, and of course there were no birds or fish. He could not see any living creatures. There was only the salty and fishy sea breeze blowing on his face. His cheeks were a little stinging, not sure if it was because of the black blood or the wind.
They were like being on an isolated island, with only the waves to keep them from being drowned even if they called for help.
Passing one abandoned car after another and walking along one descent cable after another, Lu Yingjiu almost felt that he would never see the end.
Until he saw the black smoke again.
In the middle of the road, a car was slowly burning.
Like Zhang Haokong’s car, it was burned to the point where only the black frame remained…
No, something is wrong.
Lu Yingjiu narrowed his eyes. The entire frame of the car looked extremely familiar. Whether it was the size, model, or even the trunk that was still burning, they were all exactly the same.
He took a few steps around to the front of the car.
Sure enough, there was a charred corpse in the driver's seat, with its posture distorted.
It was Zhang Haokong’s vehicle. The sign on the roadside still read: Kangli Bridge, 228km
Here they come again, it's a cycle!
The black beast sniffed around the car and barked in one direction.
Lu Yingjiu reached under the burnt cushion and felt something hard. He took it out and it was the old golden pocket watch.
There was a photo in the pocket watch, and Lu Yingjiu had found a blueprint of a formation from it before.
However, there was something heavy in the middle of the photo, obviously a heavy foreign object.
Could it be that in each cycle, the things sandwiched between the photos are different
Lu Yingjiu took out a butterfly knife and cut the photo in half in the same way. A small hard object similar to a USB flash drive fell into his palm, with a button on the top.
He pressed the key, and the hard object vibrated slightly. After a few seconds, a human voice came from it:
The sound of waves, wind and cars driving by.
Male voice: I have just crossed the bridge, and there are still more than 100 kilometers to the destination.
Female voice: Well, you have to be careful. If anything goes wrong with the formation, run away and don't worry about anything else.
Formation
Lu Yingjiu frowned slightly. It seemed that Zhang Haokong had indeed opened the formation of the ghost world while driving, and then encountered an accident on the road.
The male voice did not comment and laughed.
The female voice was anxious: I'm serious! Nothing is more important than your safety
The male voice said: The Zhang family has prepared a lot for the formation. I... I will not give up until the last moment. We must find a way to go to the ghost world. Yaya, if I really get into trouble, you should forget me as soon as possible.
Wang Yaya: You are a person...
She was anxious and spoke quickly: "Let's not talk about whether this method of breaking the formation will work. In the end, you don't know whether the ghost world is useful or not? If you pay such a high price, what if you can't escape the Tao in the ghost world, wouldn't it be a waste of effort? Is it worth it? Who knows where the power of Tao is limited?"
Lu Yingjiu was stunned.
It turns out that the Zhang family wanted to go to the ghost world to avoid the punishment of the Tao?
Zhang Haokong laughed a few more times: We have to try it anyway
What regrets do I have in my life, except for the guilt towards you... I, I should go home more often to see if our parents are okay. I know they miss me and have been nagging about me for almost 50 or 60 years, but I really can't leave. Yaya, you have to remember that no matter what, I am...
The words stopped abruptly.
Wang Yaya realized something was wrong and asked: "What's wrong with you? Haokong, why are you silent? What happened?"
Zhang Hao had no answer.
The audio contained a harsh braking sound, as well as the subtle sound of an object breaking through the air - Lu Yingjiu could tell that it was the sound of talisman paper cutting through the air.
"Swish-snap-snap!"
“Bang! Bang!”
“Sizzle!”
These sounds were extremely familiar, the sound of the Shenwu rubbing against the carriage, and the servants hooking the metal with their claws! They had clung to the bottom of Zhang Haokong's carriage at some point, scrambling to climb out!
The car sank under the weight, the chassis almost hitting the ground, and a series of sparks burst out at high speed.
The load capacity of an ordinary car is between 300-500 kilograms. Although three or four servants were agile, they were so heavy that they weighed down the car. The tire was squeezed to the point of deformation, and after a few seconds, it exploded with a loud noise. It was a tire blowout!
The front of the car tilted and crashed into the railing.
Zhang Haokong turned the steering wheel violently. He had to control the stalled car and use the talisman paper at the same time. He was at a loss as to how to do it.
A man's muffled groan was heard in the audio.
As expected, he was seriously injured.
Then there was another commotion, with sounds of friction, roaring, and burning talisman paper. Mixed in with the chaos was the panicked scream of a woman on the phone.
In the end, everything ended in a loud explosion.
The audio played to the end and there was no more sound.
What followed was the scene that Lu Yingjiu saw: the vehicle was burning and Zhang Haokong was dead in the driver's seat.
Lu Yingjiu rewound the recording and listened to it again. It turned out that some unknown instrument had stopped responding, and no matter how he fiddled with it, it would not make any sound.
Lu Yingjiu put it away and placed it together with the talisman paper with the formation drawn on it.
He just let Maotuanzi sniff the inside of the car when he saw the black beast's ears move, and it suddenly lowered its head and bared its teeth towards the bridge!
Lu Yingjiu felt something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw another huge eye opened beside him!
This time, the runes were still spinning in its pupils, but they glowed red, like rage or greed. The harsh friction sound was heard again by the bridge, and countless servants crawled over with wet sea water.
There are so many of them in one round that it is very difficult to deal with them.
Even though the black beast was powerful, it still suffered some minor injuries.
At this time, the benefits of thick fur are reflected.
The young hair ball is round and full of fluffy black hair. If you give 1% of your hair to bald programmers, they will be grateful and feel like they have been reborn... The big black beast now is also not weak at all. It feels thick and I don't know how much power it has unloaded.
Another round of fighting ended, and the ground was covered with blood and broken limbs.
The black beast was panting a little, sticking out its tongue to cool down. Lu Yingjiu reached out and gently smoothed its hair, then pinched a talisman paper and gently swept it across its wound.
Talisman paper cannot heal wounds, but it can relieve pain.
As he did this, the black beast licked the back of his hand with its tongue, which had barbs like those of a cat and felt like sandpaper.
Lu Yingjiu smiled: "If you use more force, you can cut my hand."
The black beast: “Ouch—” He held back and licked it again.
The surroundings became quiet except for the sound of the sea.
They continued walking forward. The bright lights of the bridge lengthened their shadows, casting them on the silent cars.
About ten minutes later, Lu Yingjiu's face felt a little cold. He reached out his hand and felt a few drops of rain.
Looking up, countless raindrops fell from the sky, and every drop seemed to fall directly into his eyes. A gust of wind blew, blowing all the rain sideways, and the sound of dripping water came from the sea.
The further we went, the heavier the rain became.
The temperature dropped rapidly, and soon Lu Yingjiu exhaled cold air, which rose into the air. He was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, which was wet and stuck to his waist. He relied on talisman paper to keep warm.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that something was surging under the sea.
When he stood at the edge of the bridge and looked down, he could see nothing.
After walking for nearly ten minutes, the talisman paper could no longer withstand the low temperature. As the wind roared in his ears, Lu Yingjiu's hands and face began to ache, and then became numb. He could hardly feel the coldness of the raindrops.
is an extremely bad sign.
The temperature is still dropping, and rapid hypothermia can be fatal.
He bit his finger and used his blood to strengthen the talisman paper.
The talisman paper suddenly lit up, and a fierce warmth swept over the whole body. The black beast also automatically stood in the wind outlet, using its thick fur to protect him from the cold.
After walking like this for another five or six minutes, the thick black smoke appeared again.
Lu Yingjiu quickened his pace and walked past.
The car burned slowly, with a charcoal-black man in the driver's seat.
He went through the circle again.
After each cycle, the item in Zhang Haokong's pocket watch was different. So he reached into the car and touched the place where the pocket watch was originally.
Nothing was found.
Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment, and was still trying to reach deeper, but his hand felt heavy.
A charcoal-black hand grasped his wrist.
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
His expression remained unchanged as he silently raised his head and saw the charred body leaning towards the passenger seat, its hand firmly grasping him.
The corpse... or rather, Zhang Haokong, whose facial features could not be seen, so Lu Yingjiu could not recognize his expression, but instinctively felt that he was looking at her.
The two sides are at a stalemate.
The black beast suddenly opened its mouth and bared its teeth, as if it was going to tear the body to pieces, but Lu Yingjiu stopped it with one hand: "Wait!"
It lowered its head and barely stopped killing.
Zhang Haokong held him in silence for a while.
The cold rain mixed with the chill wind, blowing across the frame of the car, blowing its carbonized fragments into the air.
I don’t know how long it will take...
Zhang Haokong loosened his hand and slowly raised his hand to point in a direction.
He was pointing to the bridge. Lu Yingjiu followed the direction and saw the dark sea water.
"What's there?" he couldn't help asking.
Zhang Hao had no answer.
His hands hung limply and lay motionless on the seat, turning him into a qualified corpse again.
Lu Yingjiu followed the direction he pointed and stood by the bridge.
There was a thick fog on the sea, and the night was so dark that he couldn't even see the sea surface clearly.
He folded a piece of talisman paper and threw it down. The talisman paper burned and illuminated the fog.
There was nothing unusual at first.
Until the flame fell, there was a "sizzling" sound, as if it was directly extinguished.
Ordinary rain could not extinguish it, and it didn't seem like it had hit the sea surface at that altitude - it really and suddenly went out in mid-air.
Lu Yingjiu narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully. After a moment, he bit his finger and drew on the blank talisman paper.
, he drew extremely complex patterns, with lines twisting together and gradually forming an abstract lamp.
He folded the talisman paper into the shape of a paper airplane and gently threw it into the sea.
The paper airplane rode the wind and glided lightly through the rain.
Its lighting range was much larger than the previous flame, illuminating the thick, rolling fog.
“Sizzle!”
It went out again.
Lu Yingjiu could see clearly that it did not touch the sea and was extinguished in the fog.
Only Yin could extinguish the talisman paper so quickly.
In other words, the black fog that seemed to have no end and was said to be tens of kilometers wide was actually dark!
The last time I saw a large-scale genocide on the way to the festival was during the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. Now... I'm afraid it's a hundred times worse than then!
Is there something hidden under the fog
The black beast rubbed against him, growling at the mist, as if it was telling him something. It lowered its head and gently bit a piece of paper.
It was the formation that led to the ghost world. Lu Yingjiu had put it away before going to the wine shop and took it with him.
The rain quickly soaked the paper and the wind caused it to fold violently.
He took the paper and looked at the black fog again. Suddenly, he felt something in the heart of the black beast and understood its thoughts.
He folded the paper into a paper airplane and flew it gently out.
The paper caught fire.
Clear the clouds and fog.
The black fog dissipated, leaving only a thin layer floating in the air. That head...
Lu Yingjiu's breathing stagnated, and his forehead was filled with layers of ghost faces!
Countless ghosts and monsters were surging, with distorted faces, some with ox-headed and horse-faced monsters, some with green faces and fangs, some hunched over and some as tall as mountains… They stretched out their strange hands and scratched in the air, roaring silently, as if they would all pour out in the next second and wreak havoc in the world of the living.
Looking around, the sea has no end, and the ghosts and monsters are also endless, just like a picture scroll of hell.
Lu Yingjiu was only confused for half a second before he calmed down.
The previous Night Parade of a Hundred Demons also had a lot of momentum. It was as if someone had simply overturned the ghosts' hometown and thrown out blood and flesh, causing all the ghosts to revel.
Or perhaps, it should be a scene that only belongs to the ghost world.
He looked at the ghost in the sea again and thought for a few seconds.
Zhang Haokong gave him a hint, saying that he would have died on the way of setting up the formation.
—What does the formation do
It was used by the Zhang family to avoid the evil and open the ghost world.
In other words, the horrifying scene that appeared before him might really be the ghost world.
Under the bridge is the entrance to the ghost world!
Could it be that Zhang Haokong’s idea is that he can only survive by entering the ghost world
Jumping into the lair of thousands of ghosts is the only way out at this time
If a living person enters the ghost world, he will definitely die.
Lu Yingjiu's thoughts were a little confused.
Anyone at this moment will be unable to sort out the logic and guesswork.
He didn't have much time to think, because the huge eyes opened again. The black beast bared its teeth and roared, and there was a sound of climbing on the side of the bridge. The servants came again.
This time, their number increased again.
Pieces of talisman paper were ignited, bursting into light.
The black beast's sharp claws tore its body apart, and the pieces of flesh were soaked by raindrops.
By the end of each round of fighting, Lu Yingjiu was already breathing heavily, his heart beating like a war drum.
His fighting moves were still beautiful and flawless, and he defeated all the servants in a textbook manner. If it were someone else, he would have died in the first round of attacks - or perhaps he was the only one who could hold on until then without getting hurt.
It just can't stand the continuously dropping temperature.
I can't stand the physical consumption either.
After all, he was a mortal, and he couldn't fight endlessly like ghosts. Not to mention the psychological pressure brought by the situation, just the several hours of trekking across the bridge, the strong wind and the freezing temperature, plus three full battles with more enemies than himself, was already too much.
The black beast rubbed against his side worriedly.
Lu Yingjiu patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm fine."
Going further, they no longer saw Zhang Haokong's car.
After guiding Lu Yingjiu to discover the ghost world under the bridge, Zhang Haokong seemed to have completed some kind of mission and never appeared again.
The road he pointed to was also a dead end. There was no hope.
The servants appeared more and more frequently.
From half an hour at the beginning, to a quarter of an hour, and finally only five minutes.
Lu Yingjiu was forced to pray to the gods, and powerful force surged around him.
His five senses were strengthened; the falling raindrops slowed down, the splashing blood slowed down, and even the sparks from the weapons were clearly visible to him.
The backlash from the summoning of the gods caused a silver glow in his eyes, and a bloody ghost horn grew on his forehead. He crushed the heads of his servants with his bare hands, and crushed their bones with ease, kicking them away like garbage.
The knife turned in his hand, and a faint light burst out, cutting through the rain and the enemy's throat.
The terrifying servants were vulnerable in front of them, and they were almost crushed.
However, the servants may have failed hundreds or thousands of times, and it only takes one mistake to be doomed.
Lu Yingjiu didn't know how long he had been fighting.
All I remember is that the entire road was covered with blood, which mixed with the rain to a height of three or four centimeters. It rippled and reflected under the street lights, staining his shoes red.
The attendants fell in piles and their bodies disappeared.
If their bodies were still there, they would probably be piled higher than any garbage dump.
The cycle never ends.
He remained where he was, with a steady stream of attendants.
He continued forward, with his attendants hot on his heels.
Round after round, there is no chance to breathe.
In the end, both he and the black beast were covered with scars, mixed with blood from somewhere unknown.
The black beast stuck out its tongue.
It was limping, its left claw cut off by the blade, leaving only white bones exposed - like all ghosts and gods, its wounds would heal, but at this moment it was almost at its limit.
It rubbed its big head against the road gently, making a humming sound.
Lu Yingjiu's hands were shaking from using too much force, but he still stroked its head and said soothingly, "It's fine."
He paused, then said, "We won't have any."
The words came to his lips but changed direction, and he said: "You won't have any."
“Crack, crack!”
It's a new round of offensive.
Faces popped out from the edge of the bridge, laughing wildly. The huge eyes on the sides of their heads turned with cold satisfaction.
Lu Yingjiu glanced around.
The number of servants who came this time should be the largest, and even the weapons in their hands were shining with unusual light.
He felt no fear.
On the contrary, he was extremely calm and just looked at the enemy indifferently. Blood flowed down his face, and he wiped it casually with the back of his hand, feeling the trembling brought by the low temperature.
Even at this moment, his brain was still working rationally, analyzing all the details in an orderly manner and taking the enemy's movements into account.
His analysis was never wrong.
So at this moment, he judged very rationally and calmly -
He was going to die in there.