I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 92: Gunfight at Early Morning

Chen Qingyuan went to Minjiang to worship the temple of Linshui Sanfu and was considered a formal disciple. However, since he had just started practicing, he had to borrow some magic power from Shuntian Shengmu Chen Jinggu first...

He lit a stick of incense, held it in his left hand, chanted Chen Jinggu's magic spell, and wrote an eye-opening talisman on Zhang Heng's forehead with his right index finger.

This thing is not difficult, it belongs to the talisman category in "The Art of Killing Evil".

The spell is finished.

Zhang Heng felt an itch between his eyebrows and subconsciously wanted to scratch it with his hands, but Chen Qingyuan stopped him: "Don't scratch it, look at what those things are in the distance..."

He looked in the direction of the finger, squinted his eyes for a while, his pupils contracted violently, and he exclaimed in shock: "This, the devil!"

And they were devils with guns!
The others looked puzzled.

Chen Qingyuan borrowed his magic power several times to open their Yin-Yang eyes.

It was amazing. After worshipping at the Linshui Three Ladies Temple, he received the blessing of the world of The First Commandment and his soul was restored. He was not as exhausted as at the beginning when he used his magic power. He drew the talisman five times in a row, and he just had a little breath...

When they saw the Japanese, they all showed the same expression as Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng asked hurriedly, "Brother Chen, what's going on? Why did the devils suddenly appear? You drew a talisman for us to see these things. Are they ghosts?"

Chen Qingyuan nodded, holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, and said, "It's a ghost, but I don't know why it's still staying in our country..."

Zhang Heng was thirty-eight years old. He had heard of it, but had not experienced those tragic years.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help feeling a little stressed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me, how do we deal with ghosts!"

Chen Qingyuan thought about the content in "The Art of Killing Evil" about ordinary people using magic to fight ghosts, and said, "Yes! You can pierce the middle finger of your left hand with a sharp object and make a spiritual seal. You can extract the vitality of the person and protect yourself from the invasion of Yin energy. Then smear the blood on the sharp object, which will have a certain restraining effect on ghosts..."

He demonstrated how to form the Spirit Official Seal!

After everyone learned it.

The Japanese soldiers also approached a distance of more than 100 meters, with a total of more than 100 of them. They saw Chen Qingyuan and several others standing here. One of them who looked like a team leader walked out, drew the samurai sword at his waist, and shouted: "What are you doing? Hurry up and get over here..."

Chen Qingyuan can speak the language of the island country.

He gave Zhang Heng a look, and the moment he turned around, his whole body seemed to soften, and he smiled awkwardly, "Captain, we are disciples of Master Ji Sang. The purpose of coming to Changbai Mountain... is mainly to investigate the location of the nail! As long as we cut off the dragon vein of China, the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere that His Majesty the Emperor hopes for will be just around the corner!"

The Japanese captain was stunned for a moment, and after hearing Chen Qingyuan speak the standard Japanese language, he said, "From Tokyo?"

Chen Qingyuan nodded and walked over, took out the nail map and slowly opened it, introduced himself and said: "Yes, strictly speaking, it is the Yokohama area below Tokyo. Captain, are you here too? Sorry, I'm not a soldier so I don't know my rank..."

The Japanese captain felt a strong and gloomy atmosphere spreading the moment the map was opened, which was the smell of pure island blood.

The doubts in his eyes mostly disappeared: "Okay, let me see what His Majesty the Emperor thinks!"

Chen Qingyuan quickly handed over the map, glanced at the surrounding Japanese soldiers, slapped one of them in the face, and scolded him: "Bagayalo, who are you to dare to peek? Get out of here!"

The Japanese soldiers were a little confused by this scolding, thinking that their captain was not so powerful that he could see it.

Seeing this, the Japanese captain believed Chen Qingyuan's identity in his heart, and said in a slow voice: "This... We are all soldiers loyal to His Majesty the Emperor. It's okay to take a look here."

Chen Qingyuan came back to his senses and secretly blamed himself for his negligence.

He chuckled and said, "Since the captain has spoken, all of you should come around...you only have one chance!"

More than a hundred Japanese soldiers crowded in, stacked up on top of each other. Chen Qingyuan had a talisman on him, so the Japanese soldiers didn't dare to get too close to him, so more of them piled up on the captain's side... The five-member tour guide team stood next to the tent, staring at Chen Qingyuan speaking the Japanese language, watching him crowded together with those Japanese ghosts.

Zhang Bin swallowed hard and said, "Brother Chen, will he be okay?"

Zhang Heng had no idea if he was okay, but at this moment, reassuring people was the most important thing: "Nonsense, he walked over by himself, how could he do this without any confidence?"

Ghosts can be seen as a kind of magical energy.

If they are squeezed to a certain extent, they will wear through the mold.

The jade talisman on Chen Qingyuan's chest was almost emitting the smell of barbecue. He pointed to the red dot on the map and said, "This is where the luck is. Captain, please look carefully..."

The captain looked at the map with his head. He didn't understand Feng Shui, but he thought the map was very beautiful. He was greedy and asked, "What's your name...ah!"

Chen Qingyuan held the demon-subduing pestle in his right hand, and half of the pestle was inserted into the Japanese captain's forehead.

He sneered in the island language and said, "Captain seems to have some ideas that he can't think of. Why don't you let me help you think about it..."

The sudden attack stunned the Japanese soldiers.

Chen Qingyuan suddenly pulled out the demon-subduing pestle, put it away, put the small Guandao in his hands, stepped out with his right foot, and shouted: "Everyone squeeze tighter!"

Swish!
The Guandao cut through the bodies of these Japanese soldiers like cutting tofu, cutting them in half!
The hundreds of Japanese soldiers, who were huddled together to look at the map, were directly slashed apart by the Guandao, and their upper and lower bodies moved in an instant, falling to the ground...

They let out shrill wailing sounds and slowly turned into smoke and disappeared.

There were still more than forty soldiers left. They finally came to their senses, raised their rifles and started shooting. Bang, bang, bang, bullets flew in, and one of them hit Chen Qingyuan's right leg.

He felt his right leg suddenly become numb, as if it had been numbed by pressure while sleeping and the blood flow was blocked.

Bullets don't kill, but they restrict movement...

Chen Qingyuan swung the Guandao vigorously a few times, inserted the handle into the snow, squeezed out the blood on his index finger, quickly drew a talisman, sat cross-legged on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Please help me, Saint Guandi!" The Guandao emitted a faint red light, and the bullets shot over, like a stone sinking into the sea.

He felt that his energy was being drained from his body. He used this momentum to stand up again, drew his Guandao, and chased after the forty or so Japanese soldiers, chopping them down.

Although it is a bit strange why these things are so fragile, no matter what, when I can use the invincible power, thinking about these things is disrespectful to Guandao.

Zhang Heng and his men gritted their teeth, took out their engineer shovels, and rushed forward shouting loudly. Unfortunately, they were hit by bullets halfway and lay in the snow, unable to move.

When there were only about twenty Japanese soldiers left.

Chen Qingyuan also began to feel tired. It was really uncomfortable for him to chase a group of people alone. He gasped for breath while leaning on his Guandao.

The remaining devils also guessed that Chen Qingyuan was a little behind, so they waited there with malicious smiles on their faces...

Just then, gunfire rang out.

One of the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground and was unable to move, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open, as if he had really been beaten to death.

Gunshots rang out one after another!
The Japanese soldiers panicked and raised their guns to fire back at the source of the noise. Suddenly, the scene was filled with gunfire and chaos...

Chen Qingyuan took a closer look and discovered that there were more than twenty human figures lying in the snow nearby, shooting with Mauser pistols, rifles and other combat weapons.

(End of this chapter)