I held my breath, and then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It sounded like someone walking up the stairs with a cane. I remember the sound of a cane tapping on the stairs was like this.
That wooden figure has no feet? Is it like the wooden figures I saw before, with a body made of sticks
After a thought flashed through my head, I suddenly grabbed a handful of money for fighting ghosts, turned sideways and threw it towards the stairs. I immediately pressed my back against the wall beside the stairs and stood facing the wall opposite the stairs.
I threw out the ghost-killing money without using any hidden weapon techniques. I just casually threw it on the stairs. However, the shape and weight of the money itself caused it to roll down the stairs when they collided with each other.
Not long after, I saw a red-hot coin rolling down to the ground before my eyes and breaking into pieces. After the sparks flew past my feet, the second and third coins began to fall to the ground one after another. I also raised the Rakshasa above my head and aimed it in the direction of the stairs...
A moment later, an uncontrollable ghost cry finally came from behind the corner of the stairs - the ghost hiding behind the corner finally couldn't stand the beating of the ghost money anymore.
Before the crying sound from behind the corner died down, a black shadow flew out from the wall. I raised my hand and chopped down the figure with my knife. The figure was split into two parts as the blade passed.
When the broken figures collapsed into phosphorescent flames and scattered on the ground, I turned around and rushed up the stairs. When I stepped into the corridor on the second floor, I saw the wooden man pushing the door of the conference room open a crack.
Just as I was about to make a move, a barrage of gunfire rang out in the conference room. As the red flames and wood chips flew out at the same time, the wooden man at the door took a step back without hesitation, standing in the rain of bullets without hesitation.
Although the bullet that penetrated the door also hit the wooden man, it only penetrated the opponent's suit and did not touch the wooden man's torso at all. How could it hurt the opponent
If I'm not mistaken, the wooden man in front of me is just a frame made of several wooden sticks. The bullets can't hit the wooden frame, so it's naturally difficult to hurt the other party at all.
Now the wooden man dare not enter the room, and the police in the house can only hold on. Before they have used up all their bullets, they can at least maintain a certain balance.
I also stood at the far side of the gate with my long sword, and quickly adjusted my internal energy. The Xuanming Ice Armor had indeed consumed most of my true energy. After I barely caught up to the second floor, although I was not yet unable to fight, if I fought directly without adjusting my breath, I would definitely fall into a disadvantage immediately.
Captain Xing happened to block the wooden man, which gave me some time to catch my breath.
I only watched for a moment before sparks started to ignite on the wooden man's body, but the gunshots in the house also died down.
When I saw that things were not going well, I didn't even bother to adjust my internal strength. I immediately raised my long sword, turned the ghost eye money on the Rakshasa, and rushed towards the wooden man in the distance along the corridor.
I had just taken a step forward when the wooden man who had been standing there motionless suddenly raised his hands.
When I took my second step, the wooden man had already taken a step forward and put his hands on the door.
I just took my third step when the wooden man suddenly blew away the broken door of the conference room and rushed into the room.
"Stop!" I shouted angrily and slashed in the air. The silver-white blade energy traveled five meters, brushing the ground, leaving a knife mark of frost and stone chips on the ground, and then slashed towards the wooden man's head from the side.
The wooden man rushed into the house at the critical moment, and my knife, which was as fast as the wind and as violent as fire, flew away along the opponent's heel.
When I rushed to the door of the conference room, I heard a loud bang from inside the room, as if the palm power of the inner family broke through the air. The wooden man who had just rushed into the door immediately flew backwards, and I chopped it across the air with my sword, breaking the neck of the wooden man like a beheading, and chopped off the other's head to the ground.
The head I chopped off turned several times on the ground and suddenly slid towards Monk Shi.
Behind the monk is Chen Lei, and the real target of the head is him.
When I pulled myself away and rushed towards the head, Monk Shi suddenly pulled an iron bucket from the ground and put the head inside with a "bang": "Old Wu, hurry up, the iron plate is over there!"
I turned around and pulled out an iron plate from under the table. I swept it across the mouth of the bucket that was upside down on the ground, and forcibly sealed the head in the bucket.
Monk Shi saw that I succeeded, so he stepped on the bucket and said, "Quick, put the talisman on it!"
I put more than ten talismans on the barrel in a row before I stopped. Monk Shi was afraid that it was not safe, so he wrapped several layers of soul-soothing bells around the outside of the iron barrel, and then whispered, "Old Wu, can we seal it with such a broken barrel?"
"I don't know. Let's see what happens!" I turned to look at Captain Xing, "Captain Xing, give us this conference room. We won't leave, and you don't let anyone else in. Please keep an eye on Chen Lei for us these few days. I'll call you if I need anything!"
"Don't worry, there will be no problem!" Captain Xing nodded and took Chen Lei away. Only Monk Shi and I were left in the room.
According to common sense, the head should not be silent after being sealed by us, but there was no movement in the iron barrel, as if I had placed an empty barrel on the ground.
The two of us stared at the iron barrel for a long time before Shi Heshang said hesitantly, "Old Wu, how about we move a little bit and see if the head is inside?"
"No! Let's just wait like this. If he doesn't make a sound, we won't move! I want to see who can outlast the other." I didn't dare to move the bucket easily. The head came too strangely, and I was afraid that if I moved a little, he would have a chance to take advantage of me.
However, I also know that when it comes to endurance, humans are no match for ghosts. Ghosts can wait for countless years without eating, drinking or sleeping, but humans can't. If this continues, even the best masters will be worn down one day. But all I can do now is to fight him endlessly.
Time passed little by little. Monk Shi and I stared at the iron barrel for a whole day and night as if in a trance. The police outside knocked on the door several times, but there was no movement from the iron barrel.
When night fell again, Shi Heshang finally couldn't help but ask, "Old Wu, what day is it now? If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow should be our turn, right?"
"That should be it." I stared at the iron barrel and said, "If there is still no movement tomorrow, we can only give up the clues here and rush back to protect Guan Qingyan. Get ready!"
Monk Shi said: "If we go back like this, I'm afraid..."
I forced a smile and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of. We made it through Miaojiang, and we probably won't die this time. What I'm worried about now is Xiaoying and the others."
Monk Shi comforted me, "Lu Xiaoying has the Heaven-Defying Hand, and Dou Ma is taking care of her outside, so she will probably be fine. To be fair, Lu Xiaoying's ability is not inferior to yours, and she can stand on her own in the martial arts world. It's just that you have been with us for so long that you are used to treating her as a supporting role. Don't worry!"
"That's true..."
I know Lu Xiaoying's ability very well, and I understand what Shi Heshang said, but I still worry about what I should worry about. For me, this is not something that can be reassured by simply saying how capable he is.
Just as I was about to speak, the phone beside me rang. I picked it up and heard Dou Po's voice coming over immediately: "Zhaozi, give up the ring and get out immediately."
I was shocked and said, "Dou Ma, what are you talking about? Why are you giving up the ring?"
"You have encountered something extraordinary!" Dou Po said anxiously, "I have already checked the secret files of the Jiuchong Pavilion. What you have encountered is a wooden Buddha with a human head."
I couldn't help but be stunned and asked, "What is that? Why can't I understand it?"
Dou Po explained: "It is said that during the Ming Dynasty, there was a Shenmu Temple in Yunnan. In the temple, an evil god was enshrined. His body was made entirely of grass and wood, and he had no head."
"In the beginning, no one thought much of Shenmu Temple. It was not until a large number of nearby residents disappeared that it attracted the attention of the government. After several investigations, the government discovered that all the monks in Shenmu Temple were puppets with human heads and wooden bodies, so they mobilized the Xuanjing Division at the time to encircle and suppress them."
"Although Shenmu Temple was completely annihilated by Xuanjingsi, it reappeared in Xiangxi not long after. The Miaojiang masters paid a huge price to drive Shenmu Temple out of Miaojiang."
Dou Po said briefly: "According to the records of Jiuchong Pavilion, the human-headed wooden Buddha appeared three times, and each time it was destroyed by the top forces of magic. The most brutal battle was the Jiangshan Iron Guards of the Qing Dynasty. They sacrificed hundreds of first-class masters and three princes before they destroyed the Shenmu Temple. You are no match for it, retreat quickly."
I couldn't help but gasp. According to Dou Po, sorcerers were divided into nine grades in the Ming Dynasty, similar to the official ranks in ancient times, with the ninth grade being the lowest and the first grade being the highest. Above the first grade sorcerers were the transcendent sorcerers of the kings and princes.
Hundreds of first-class sorcerers died in Shenmu Temple. What does this mean
I took a deep breath and said, "What do the Hell Gates say?"
"You..." Dou Po hesitated for a moment before saying, "The Hell Gate refuses to withdraw. They are competing with you in terms of consumption."
I asked again: "What about the other two?"
Dou Po said again: "The intention of the other two families is very simple, that is, to let you continue to fight. They want to use you and Duan Yunfei as the vanguard to spy on Shenmu Temple. Withdrew, we will send another expert. Don't worry, the situation has changed this time, Jiuchong Pavilion will not suffer any loss in the dispute with Liju."
I said calmly, "Just help me get Ye Jin, Xiao Ying and the others back, and I'll take care of the rest. Jiuchong Pavilion will have to send warlocks to participate anyway, so don't drag others into this deadly task..."
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