Legendary Card Craftsman

Chapter 103: Black's helplessness

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Zhou Chuan looked from afar and saw green light flashing under the black umbrella. The green light gathered into a talisman in mid-air and suppressed Hei Wuchang.

The Eighth Master, whose spiritual intelligence had been restored, showed extremely high combat intelligence at this time. He clasped the neck of the mourner with one hand like a tiger claw, and with the other hand he dragged across the mourning gate and blocked in front of himself.

With a hissing sound, Sangmen slipped from the hands of Master Ba like a snake and lay on his back on the ground. White smoke rose from his chest which was hit by the talisman.

But in the next moment, he stood up straight, stretched out his hands to grab the neck of Master Ba, but was kicked over by Master Ba.

At this time, the hangman directed the black umbrella from a distance, causing it to slowly fold into a gun shape and rush straight towards the heart of the Eighth Master.

Caught off guard, Mr. Ba crossed his arms, with the chains entwined and overlapping on them to form the shape of a shield, and a huge roar was heard.

Standing in front of Mr. Ba was a figure wearing a pale official robe—Bai Wuchang.

"You two took my things and beat my brother. You two went too far."

Bai Wuchang held the tip of the umbrella and with a little force, the umbrella twisted and was now in his hand.

After patting the mourner's head with a smile, he opened the umbrella again. The black umbrella formed a sharp contrast with his white clothes.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of white light flowed from the palm of his hand and through the umbrella, and the black umbrella was finally returned to its original owner.

"Brother, you too?" Hei Wuchang looked at the scene in front of him, a rare hint of joy flashing across his cold face.

Bai Wuchang looked back at Zhou Chuan, smiled and shook his head. The light in his eyes faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon he became a little dazed again, but his hand kept on handing out the umbrella.

Hei Wuchang sighed silently, then took the open black umbrella from his brother's hand, and his invisible aura instantly expanded.

According to the description in Chinese mythology, this umbrella was in a sense the cause of his drowning and becoming the ghost messenger Yin Shuai, and it has a deep bond with him.

Because of this, after obtaining this weapon, his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

Based on Zhou Chuan's sensory analysis as a card maker, its normal strength has even surpassed the strongest Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Monster he had previously had.

"So the Mythical Spirit Cards... also have such a large advancement space?" Zhou Chuan had some thoughts.

As the battle continued on the field, the soul-catching chain slowly wrapped around the umbrella handle like a poisonous snake, and Mr. Ba's body slowly rose into the air.

The bottom of the umbrella, which was so dark that it seemed to absorb all light, was now like a sinking place, making a loud noise like the surging sea tide, and causing huge dark and heavy waves to press down on the mourners.

The two evil spirits trembled all over when they saw this. The little bit of intelligence they had left told them to escape quickly. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not move an step. It was as if their feet had taken root and they could only watch the flood rush towards them.

Unable to avoid...

Finally, the battle was over.

Zhou Chuan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

This is obviously not a battle that can be carried out by a card maker with only gold-level mental strength.

In summary, this battle was won entirely by Mr. Baye relying on his skills and awareness to suppress the disadvantage of the "blue bar" bottoming out.

Throughout the entire battle, Zhou Chuan actually just played the role of a spectator and a thigh pendant on the stage.

"Eighth Master is awesome." He praised loudly.

"I don't deserve it." Hei Wuchang seemed a little reserved, but he couldn't help but complain: "Are you having a hard time now?"

"Why do you say that, Master Eight?" Zhou Chuan was confused by the question.

"It's just that seeing that you and my brothers are all wearing poor and shabby clothes, it's a bit strange... Are you training us?"

Hei Wuchang spoke haltingly, and it was obvious that with his character, it was extremely difficult for him to say such polite and flowery words.

In fact, Zhou Chuan has a harder time than him.

After hearing what Mr. Ba said, he suddenly realized that he was not actually rich.

Although it seems that he has a lot of money, those materials are actually just some things that cannot be put on the table. After returning, he still has to convert the benefits brought by being the top scorer in the college entrance examination as soon as possible.

“The economic situation is… it’s really a bit difficult.”

After thinking about it, he said so.

“It is true.”

After a moment of silence, Master Ba nodded slightly and said, then he turned around and dragged over the two evil spirits, Sangmen and Diaoke, who were floating in the air, and said patiently:

"The opponent you are facing seems to have some tricks. You might as well take these two guys. Even though they are being beaten by me now, under normal circumstances, I may not be their opponent, but..."

As he was talking, Mr. Ba suddenly fell silent. He looked a little painful, but then he continued as if nothing had happened: "You start, I will assist you."

Looking at this scene, for some reason, Zhou Chuan shuddered suddenly and felt a little cold in his heart.

He was talking when he suddenly stopped and automatically changed the topic. This scene would be extremely strange even if it happened to an ordinary person, not to mention that he was facing the face of Mr. Ba

However, as an old man in the underworld, Zhou Chuan would not be scared by these things. What could make him feel uncomfortable were the unspeakable and infinitely terrifying secrets.

"Please help me protect the law, Master Ba."

Zhou Chuan said this softly as he sat down cross-legged, silently handing the blank card in his hand to Mr. Ba.

After a while, Mr. Ba handed back two material cards with purple borders.

Zhou Chuan saw this and quietly put them aside, but he did not intend to deal with these two right now and make them the power in his hands in the form of spirit cards.

Instead, he would create another crucial deck of cards first, and then ask these two helpers after he had recovered some of his strength.

He knew very well that once he entered the City of the Dead, the Black Mountain Ghost King would know his movements clearly, but he did not know the terrain of the City of the Dead at all.

Even with the guidance of Master Ba, whose spiritual awareness is gradually recovering, it is still difficult to gain the upper hand.

It would be better to use this Judge's Temple as a base, set up a trap first, and stick here like a nail.

He was not a stupid man. Although there was information gap, he probably guessed something through some details and the attitudes of people around him. He knew that after he "disappeared", the world would probably be turned upside down.

In this situation, the one who should be anxious is not him, but the Black Mountain Ghost King.

"Master Ba, can I use this temple?" He asked after thinking for a while.

"You can decide on such a small matter. Don't mention that Old Lu has dozens of sets. Even if there is only one set left, he will agree if you want to use it." After a pause, Mr. Ba added, "He is very generous."

"Dozens of sets?" Zhou Chuan felt as if he had heard something wrong.

"I was quite poor. My brother and I couldn't even count all these useless possessions." Hei Wuchang's face was filled with reminiscence, and his tone was somewhat sad: "Of course, that was in the past. Now I am just like you, a pauper."

“Ahem.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chuan turned around silently and tried to use card making to cover up the embarrassment.

The upright Eighth Master rubbed his hands in distress. In the past, when he encountered such things, his kind and smooth brother Bai Wuchang would always speak first, and he only needed to respond with a few "Me too", and that was it.

But now, he has truly felt the complexity of interpersonal communication.

"It's really hard to please big shots." Mr. Ba thought helplessly.

However, Zhou Chuan started his first card-making plan after entering the gold level: Field Kalanruo Ghost Killer.