"This is the first time that the teacher has spoken so highly of someone."
In the old house, the dim lights were scattered, and a figure in a blood-red wide-sleeved kimono spoke softly. The tone of his voice was as lonely as cherry blossoms falling on the lake, creating ripples.
"He is indeed much stronger than you." The middle-aged man said mercilessly, snatched up the bottle and drank from it in big gulps. The dark red wine dripped down his bearded chin, and from a distance he looked like a vampire drinking human blood.
"Don't think that everything will be fine after you create a purple spiritual card. China's nine provinces are blessed with outstanding people and beautiful scenery. Zhou Chuan is an example."
The middle-aged man burped and continued, "I sent people to collect his information. Considering the situation of this battle, it is almost certain that Zhou Chuan has at least seven purple-quality cards in his hand."
"To have accumulated so much at the age of 18, what kind of talent, what kind of luck, and what kind of determination does that mean?" The middle-aged man paused, gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that the mysterious power is always taking care of that country. Obviously, we need such talents more than them!"
"Teacher, we are still in Japan..." The figure spoke as he walked. His thin body had a waist as thin as a silk ribbon and shoulders as sharp as a knife. But if you listen carefully to his voice, although it is immature, you can clearly distinguish the deep voice of a man.
It is hard to imagine that this bright and graceful "beauty" who seems to be able to cause chaos and fighting among heroes as long as she steps out of the courtyard is actually a man.
But if you look closely, you can clearly see a sharp edge in his eyes. Not to mention his slender figure, his eyebrows and eyes are extremely majestic.
In other words, brutal.
"You? All of you? Even if one hundred of you were put together, you wouldn't be able to defeat one Zhou Chuan."
The middle-aged man spoke bluntly, staggering to his feet, and said as he walked: "Break through your mental strength to the gold level as soon as possible. If I'm not mistaken, Zhou Chuan has not made a breakthrough before, most likely because he is consolidating his foundation. Now that he has been pushed to the limit, he will soon have an explosion..."
"I don't care what method you use, even if it means a hasty breakthrough and leaves hidden dangers, we must catch up with him! This is our last chance! The people above are watching us the whole time!"
"I... I understand, teacher."
"By the way, how is the card being made?"
"There are some clues."
"I'll give you three more days. If you can't do it, give the information to Taoli. The association has lost so many talented people to get the precious knowledge from the ruins. We can't give it to useless people!"
"I understand... Teacher, I will make the cards tonight."
"It would be better."
The middle-aged man exhaled a long breath of alcohol, staggered out through the door.
The young man looked at his back, and there was no trace of humility in his eyes anymore.
Under the bronze light, he slowly spread out his palms, and saw two purple-bordered cards lying quietly in his hands.
He just stared at the two spirit cards motionlessly.
It was not until night fell that he wiped off the makeup on his face, took out a cherry-red long sword from the sea of his heart, put it on his shoulder, and stepped into the moonlight without looking back.
"Zhou Chuan..."
His voice lingered in the night wind.
…
Ice City, a barbecue stall.
"hiss."
"What's wrong, Achuan?"
"This skewer of meat is overcooked and a bit sticky."
Zhou Chuan said this, gently pressing the side of his face.
A whole afternoon had passed since Hei Mu uttered the harsh words and fled in disgrace. Due to a rainstorm, the two brothers were unlucky enough to miss the bus home and had to stay in Ice City temporarily.
"Achuan, we have to find a place to live quickly. It looks like it's going to rain again any minute."
"Don't worry, senior. I've been here to compete before and I can find a place to stay."
"That's good."
The two of them talked as they ate, and soon they had cleared out the skewers that had piled up like a small mountain on their plates.
After eating and drinking, the two walked side by side on the long street of the Ice City with its unique style and quaint shape. After exchanging glances, they left in different directions.
"Boo..."
In a shadowy corner that was not covered by the city's neon lights, a huge ghost with hollow eye sockets and a hideous face, in an extremely weird posture, put his head close to the street full of puddles and sniffed hard, with a sound like a broken bellows coming from his throat.
"Huh."
After a while, it seemed to smell something, and its empty eye sockets looked in two directions in succession, finally finding the direction Zhou Chuan left. The next moment, it pounced out like a vicious dog.
"Master, Master, hold it down."
The big ghost chased to a corner of the city, where it was greeted by two majestic figures.
Because it had no eyes, the big ghost's vision was limited, but with the blessing of its extremely strong willpower, it was able to avoid the two large hands reaching out to it in an extremely strange posture.
It then flew into the air like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey, with a dark and ominous air wave lingering around its body.
"Eighth Master, do it!"
Zhou Chuan opened his mouth again, and the sound of metal scratching across the ground was heard. A dark and dull chain directly strangled the big ghost's neck from behind.
Without Zhou Chuan's instructions, Master Jia flashed to Master Ba's side, and the two Yin Shuai worked together to pull the big ghost towards the direction of Niutou.
But in the middle of the intersection, Uncle Niu San was holding the Xinting Hou knife flat, waiting silently like a hunter buried deep in the snow.
“Buzz.”
As if knowing that it was about to have a "full meal", the blade vibrated slightly, making a pleasant sound.
“Black smoke.”
But at this moment, an old voice was heard, and thick black smoke suddenly surged around the big ghost. The smoke moved with the wind and soon merged with the shadow.
The soul-catching chains that had originally bound the big ghost also fell to the ground at this time. The "ding" sound was enough to make anyone panic.
“Don’t ever look back.”
The old voice sounded again, and the tone was extremely flat, as if he was talking about ordinary topics such as "I had buns for breakfast" and "What's the weather like tomorrow".
But Zhou Chuan seemed to be controlled by some kind of spell. He turned his head stiffly and saw the evil ghost's head with empty eye sockets and a hideous and strange look less than a palm's distance away from him. He could even smell the extremely dry smell of blood coming from the other party.
"catch him."
Upon hearing this, the big ghost suddenly stretched out his arms, and an extremely weird smile appeared on his ferocious face. A hunched and thin figure faintly appeared in his empty eye sockets.
This is the feeling of touching something solid.
It captured Zhou Chuan, and even if a master of Fu Douying's level appeared, it would be difficult to save him.
"Tell me all your knowledge..."
The person behind the scenes gave the order calmly, but received no response at all.
In doubt and surprise, he directed his mental awareness directly onto the big ghost. Soon, rich sensory feedback came, and he was finally able to detect abnormalities through his "vision".
"This body shape... why is there something wrong?"
Old Monster Wang said in his heart, and subconsciously looked up, and saw two cow boys like lanterns staring at "him".
In an instant, an endless chill surged through his heart, and his internal organs seemed to be tightly grasped by ghost hands, causing him to feel surprised and cold.
“I got hit!”
He said in his heart.