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Chapter 524: Real Ghost VS Fake Ghost
Chapter 524: Real Ghost VS Fake Ghost
Chapter 524: Chapter 524: Real Ghost VS Fake Ghost
Below the hill where the Dragon Village ancestral temple stands, more than a thousand malicious specters with fierce faces have gathered. They glared at villagers on the hill, seeming ready to rush up and tear the villagers to shreds!
The chill in the surrounding air is so intense it feels like frost is about to descend.
At this moment, the villagers on the hill are exhausted, having drained all their energy and wits.
They have been resisting for a day and a night.
The ground is littered with the corpses of insects and venomous bugs.
In this brutally hard battle, they have lost all the insects they had raised.
As they saw more and more ghostly spirits gathering under the hill, ferociously fierce, the villagers began to be overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness and deep despair.
Their tired eyes are full of anger and sadness as they gaze at the heavens.
An elderly man with deep wrinkles on his forehead sobbed, “Could it be…that our Dragon Village…is going to…be destroyed by these evildoers?”
Suddenly, a cold but crystal-clear female voice drifted out of the temple, “Never give up until the last moment.”
At the foot of the hill.
Huang Xiaolong and Ji Yianxue were watching the battle unfold.
“This is terrifying…I can’t believe these specters managed to summon so many of their own kind to attack the ancestral temple of Dragon Village,” Xia Jian’s voice trembled.
Ouyang Lingling was also taken aback, “This…this scene…uh, have you guys watched the movie ‘The Great Wall’…when the monsters attacked the Great Wall…”
“I must say you have quite an imagination,” teased Huang Xiaolong.
“Little Long…we should hurry up and help the villagers of Dragon Village…the situation is so dangerous,” urged Ji Yianxue anxiously.
However, Huang Xiaolong just smiled nonchalantly. “Don’t worry. Wayward specters, red-robed specters, even the fiercer orange-robed specters, are just a ragtag bunch.”
Huang Xiaolong didn’t think much of this battle.
No sooner had Huang Xiaolong finished speaking than the specters began to surge up the hill like a tidal wave. The sinister wails and muddled screams turned the whole valley into a horrifying hell!
The villagers atop the hill fought desperately, releasing all the insects and venomous bugs they had stored in their black jars.
However, after a day and night of continued fighting, the insects and venomous bugs had suffered heavy losses and there weren’t many left.
Probably about a hundred bugs flung themselves at the specters fearlessly, only to be quickly overwhelmed.
The disparity in numbers was simply too great.
At this point, the villagers on the hill were completely out of ammunition and food.
“Ah~~~~~~~~” A cold female voice from within the temple let out a sigh filled with endless unwillingness. “Everyone, retreat to the ancestral temple. Rather break than bend. We…have to end it ourselves!”
Some villagers began to cry. Some quickly covered crying babies’ mouths, trying to soothe them. Some seemed ready to throw themselves off the hill…
But then, just at that moment!
Whoosh~~ whoosh~~ whoosh~~~
Unexpectedly, all the specters on the hill were sucked away by a giant black-hole-like force!
This sudden turn of events left the thousands of specters attacking the Dragon Village ancestral temple completely gone, not even one remained!
The villagers atop the hill, who were despondent and resigned to their fate, all froze in shock. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Huang Xiaolong closed the lid of the Soul Requiem tube, a bright smile on his face. “Hahaha~~ this time, I’ve captured quite a bunch of fierce ghosts. These things come quite handy. For crafting magic artifacts, drawing ghost charms, and casting ghostly spells… hehe~~~”
Ji Yianxue, Xia Jian, and Ouyang Lingling all stared at Huang Xiaolong, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
“L…Little Long…you…you have…you’ve captured…all those fierce ghosts? You did this?” Ji Yianxue was astounded.
“Of course it was me. Now we don’t need to keep pretending.” Huang Xiaolong casually ripped off the charm from his body, allowing his life force to flow freely.
Ji Yianxue and the others also removed their charms.
“That’s great! Little Long! You’re just invincible!” At that moment, Ji Yianxue could hardly resist giving Huang Xiaolong a hug and a kiss. However, she quickly felt embarrassed about her impulsive thought.
“Little Long, let’s hurry up the mountain! The ancestral temple… in the ancestral temple… my… my mother… she… perhaps, she might be in the ancestral temple…” Facing her long-lost biological mother, Ji Yianxue, an experienced gambler and the second ranking in the gambling world, could no longer control her emotions. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and her voice choked.
Her mother was just nearby!
“Wait~~~” Huang Xiaolong suddenly smiled. “There’s still a big show coming up~~”
Just then!
Whoosh~~~~~~~
All of a sudden, a ghostly wind swept in from a distance, chilling to the bone. It made Ji Yianxue, Xia Jian, and Ouyang Lingling shudder in cold.
They looked up and saw a group of yellow-clad ghosts, about 20 or 30, quickly running towards them along a mountain path.
These yellow-clad ghosts were actually carrying a large coffin!
The coffin was black all over, with a large “Underworld” character written on it in fresh blood.
“Heh, the ghosts carrying a coffin, such a big show.” Huang Xiaolong curled his lips, killing intent surging in his heart.
“Mr. Huang, what is going on…?” Xia Jian stuttered, looking scared. Today’s events had already frightened the guts out of this martial arts grandmaster.
“Haha, these are the so-called ghost envoys. They’re really putting on a good show.” Huang Xiaolong licked his lips.
At that moment, a group of yellow-clad ghosts brought the coffin closer, and they all shouted together. ” A grand welcome to Ghost Envoy!”
Bang~~~!!
The coffin lid was flipped open!
A man in a black Taoist robe, with a goatee and pointy face, stood up from the coffin. The robe had an “Underworld” character on it. He held a soul-capturing chain, looking majestic.
The yellow-clad ghosts carrying the coffin turned white as sheets, shaking all over.
The sharp-faced Taoist swept his cold and majestic gaze over the Dragon Village ancestral temple on the hill, and finally landed on Huang Xiaolong and the others. When he saw Ji Yianxue, he revealed a sharp murderous intent. “Good, Miss Ji, you have managed to escape this ghost envoy’s relentless pursuit and come here! Good, you are capable! It seems like you have made some unusual allies!”
“However… hmph!” The Taoist looked around proudly, like a cocky rooster, he announced loudly. “You have offended the City God, disrupted the yin and yang! This ghost envoy now declares, your lives in the Yang are over, and I will detain both your bodies and souls. Any resistance, and you will never be reincarnated!”
“Hahaha~~~~” Huang Xiaolong couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing. “You, a ghost envoy? You want to detain our souls?”
“Correct! I am the Yama’s Envoy, a god among the heavens and earth!” The Taoist declared fiercely.
“Hehehe~you’re courting death!” Huang Xiaolong slowly approached, flexing his muscles.