"Do you dare to come?"
Xiahou Sui shouted again, and the people standing around Lu Liangsheng retreated one by one. Someone shouted to the figure painting, "I'm calling you." "Say something, do you dare?!"
Seeing that there was no response, many people laughed.
"This scholar is not really good-looking but useless." "He is just hanging a good sword as an ornament."
"Will it scare him?"
"Hey, Mr. Zuo, is the helper you brought a deaf person? Hahaha—"
…
The old donkey glanced at the people of the martial arts world who were laughing and making noises around him, he breathed a heavy breath, and neighed as if to mock them. Inside the bookshelf, the Toad Taoist was sitting behind a small door with his flippers in his arms, looking at the people outside through the gap, his veins bulging, his mouth slightly opened, and sticky saliva slid down the gap to his chin.
"How dare you call me your disciple? I really want to eat you..."
At this time, Lu Liangsheng looked at the government office, dark clouds, and lightning in the painting, shook off the ink, and put on the pen. People around him saw him moving, thinking that he was about to go on stage. As a result, Lu Liangsheng sealed the pen as if it was in his sleeve, reached out, grabbed the scroll and walked out.
A group of people in front stared at him and slowly made way for him. Someone with sharp eyes saw the painting on the swinging paper and became a little confused.
"Why does it look familiar?"
More people were still shouting from the back.
"Don't go!" "Xiahou Sui, he's leaving, why don't you chase him!"
"Then scholar, please stay and make some gestures. Don't leave!"
"Follow him and see where he wants to run!"
Hundreds of people swarmed up and followed the scholar in front of them for more than ten steps. When they were about to reach the nearby street, a thunderclap came down, and blue-white lightning dazzled people's eyes. The people and vendors who were walking around and doing business on the street were so frightened by the thunder that they held their heads and ran to the eaves to take shelter.
Over there, a group of martial artists were pouring into the street, including Xiahou Sui. His vision became clear again, but the scholar in front of him had disappeared.
"Hey, where's the person?" "Did he run away?"
"Up there!"
One by one, everyone looked up and followed the direction that one person was pointing. The scholar was standing on the roof of a nearby building, holding a scroll, standing with his hands behind his back, stepping on the green tiles.
Boom!
Thunder rolled overhead. Lu Liangsheng looked at the dark clouds, then retracted his gaze and looked towards the government office a few streets away. He could vaguely see the outline of the government gate and courtyard wall. The wind blew, and his hair fluttered on both sides.
He slowly raised his hand and spread out the scroll in his hand. Lightning began to appear frequently among the gloomy clouds, and streaks of electricity intertwined and flowed. He closed his eyes slightly.
The words of Li Yishu and the jailer rang in his ears again.
'…Divorcing a wife is not nice, so he had to kill her, and Li Yishu became the scapegoat.'
"To climb up the social ladder and marry the governor's daughter!"
"Please give me two days' grace, as I have another patient waiting for me."
'… I have no intention of seeking revenge. I have a wife and patients waiting for me to return home. I cannot delay any longer.'
"It would be good to stay with you for a few more days."
The thunder in the sky became more and more frequent, and electric snakes danced wildly in the clouds. A group of martial artists standing on the street below covered their heads, grasped their weapons tightly, and looked at the abnormal situation in the sky in panic.
"What's going on? There's only thunder but no rain." "This thunder is so damn scary!"
"Isn't it that God is angry?"
"Brothers, just go inside and hide. Let the scholar stand on the roof and wait to be struck by lightning."
Xiahou Sui looked around, wondering how he could save face if everyone had dispersed. He raised his sword and stomped hard on the pillar under the eaves, then flipped over and was about to use the force to leap onto the roof with a second leap.
Below, Zuo Zhengyang was faster than him. He rushed over with one arm, grabbed his shoulders like he was lifting a chicken, pulled him back down, and roared at him.
"You're going to die!"
boom!
A streak of lightning came crackling down, splitting a large tree on the other side of the martial arts field and starting a fire.
On the roof, the scholar, his robe rustling, opened his eyes. He suddenly raised his arm and waved it. The scroll flew into the air with a rustling sound and hung in the wind, fluttering.
"God doesn't care about the evil in the world, but I, Lu Liangsheng, do!!!"
Between the spreading sleeves of his robe, he raised his hand and pointed his sword.
"The universe is pure, humanity is supreme, the universe borrows the law—"
With a command, the dark clouds were dispersed, and magic power surged and spread. Heavy dark clouds moved away, and countless lightning flashed inside. The wind whistled miserably in the city, blowing street flags to the ground, and the vendors' pots, bowls, and ceramic bowls crashed to the ground. The soup was swirling in the air, and soaked the diners on the second floor who hurried downstairs to avoid the incident.
Whoosh whoosh—
The wind was whistling, and Lu Liangsheng stared at the government office in the distance. His hair and robe fluttered in the wind, and his lips were slightly parted.
"Indigo Thunder cleanses the world of evil!"
The scroll suspended in the air flashed with light, immediately ignited into flames, and turned into ashes.
…
In the distant government office, runners covered their hats and hid under the eaves, peeking at the strange weather. The governor in the government office felt uncomfortable all over after just one look, as if there were eyes in the sky staring at him.
Holding the talisman paper drawn by the old gentleman and his official robe, he ran back to the hall in the backyard, calling all the maids and servants in the mansion to gather around him. His feet kept shaking under the hem of his robe as he stared at the spirit tablet of his first wife placed in the hall.
"With so many people here, I don't believe there will be any evil spirits who dare to come!"
"Even if there's thunder in the sky, I'm not afraid!"
Boom!
Another thunderclap sounded above the roof. The teacup in the prefect's hand trembled with a 'crackling' sound, and the water stains were all spilled. He muttered, "Don't be afraid!" "Why should I be afraid of a dead person!" "It's impossible for God to let others die with me."
Amid the incessant murmurings, as soon as the thunder sounded, he felt the hair on his body stand up. After the thunder passed, he heard another sound, like the roar of the heavens.
"Indigo Thunder cleanses the world of evil!"
boom!
The dark clouds brought out the power of heaven.
In the eyes of the people in the city and the officials of the government office, a flash of lightning pierced through the clouds and fell rapidly, exploding the roof of the backyard of the government office, with tiles shattering and flying, creating a huge hole...
"The thunder has struck the backyard of the Lord of Mansions!" "Lord of Mansions!!!"
"Hurry up and save them!"
The runners from the government office shouted and gathered people to rush to the backyard. They ran out of the corridor and into the yard, where they saw the maids and servants running out crying in fear.
The door of the hall was wide open, and the prefect was sitting on the first big chair. His body was charred and he had a terrified expression on his face, but he was already dead. The surrounding chairs and tablets were not damaged at all.
The yamen runner who entered courageously looked up at the hole in the dome. The dark clouds gradually dissipated and the lightning faded. Someone wanted to sniff out the magistrate's breath, but when he touched him, his whole body, along with the talisman paper in his hand, turned into ashes and fell into a pile.
"The Lord of the Palace is dead!!"
"He was struck by lightning, report it to the governor quickly—"
In an instant, the government office was in chaos.
…
Gu~~
The martial artists standing on the street looked at the scholar casting a spell on the roof and couldn't help swallowing.
The lightning that rushed down from the sky just now made their scalps tingle. Most of the gangsters present could not understand this power in their entire lives.