Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 231 Kill the thief and behead him
The black cloud was speeding towards the top of the mountain like a black whirlwind.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the storyteller had not yet run far before he was entangled by several paper figures and looked in a miserable state.

Two divine generals who looked like the guardian gods in the temple, but were dark from beginning to end, were guarding the storyteller on his left and right, helping him to resist the attacks of the paper men.

Just as Shang Lu saw the storyteller, one of the black gods suddenly reached out and grabbed a paper man who was unable to dodge, roaring and threatening to tear it to pieces.

However, a brilliant light spell burst out from the paper man's body.

The storyteller's face suddenly changed.

Before he could shout to throw away the paper man, it exploded with a loud bang.

Mixed with divine power, the Black God was instantly torn into pieces, turning into ink splashing all over the sky.

The storyteller was unable to dodge and was splattered with ink.

This thing not only has a pungent fishy smell, but is also roasted hot by divine power.

The storyteller was burned so badly that he grimaced and screamed and cursed.

He couldn't understand why the paper man could explode?
He also played with paper figures, but he didn't do such tricks.

Just as the storyteller was patting the scalding ink off his body, he heard the sound of hurried horse hooves. He looked up subconsciously and saw Shang Lu riding his horse towards him.

"Why is he here?!"

The storyteller was so frightened that he didn't even care about the pain.

He couldn't understand how Shang Lu, who was still on the boat in the river, could get ashore and suddenly appear in front of him.

Could this guy know how to escape? But what about his horse? Could the horse also know how to escape?

"Stop him! Stop him!"

Amid the storyteller's panicked shouts, another black general immediately pounced on Shang Lu.

At the same time, the storyteller bit his tongue again and spurted a mouthful of boiling blood onto the book. He quickly chanted a spell and called out names one by one:

"Rat demon, sword wolf, ghost soldiers, heavenly generals... come and help!"

Eight streams of ink flew out from the script, surging and transforming into characters that were either evil or majestic.

These characters include humans, gods, monsters, ghosts... they all exist.

After they appeared, some of them attacked Shang Lu, while others guarded the storyteller and resisted the attacks of the paper people.

These people, gods, monsters, and ghosts are all characters in the stories created by the storyteller.

Because of its full image and deep-rooted appeal, it "comes alive".

In addition to summoning the characters he wrote, the storyteller's body was also covered in streaks of ink.

The ink was like clouds, carrying him, making him as light as a swallow, walking as fast as flying, and turning around to run.

"Want to run? No way!"

Shanglu patted Heiyun's head and ordered it to charge at full speed.

At the same time, he stood upright on the horse's back, drew his bow and drew his arrow.

"break--"

With Shang Lu's loud shout, arrows whizzed out like continuous thunder.

Six of the people, gods, monsters and ghosts released by the storyteller were shot instantly.

The blood and divine power attached to the arrows immediately exploded, blasting all the characters transformed by ink into pieces.

The ink splashed like a rolling dark cloud, not only blocking the storyteller's vision, but also covering the other two characters he summoned in the ink.

The next moment, Shang Lu rode his horse and broke out from the surging ink cloud.

He drew his bow again and shot an arrow.

The storyteller was horrified when he saw this scene, and hurriedly wanted to release a few more characters from the script.

At this moment, the storyteller's body was covered with veins and he looked extremely ferocious, like a ghost.

This is a manifestation of effort.

If he continued to summon his characters, he would probably suffer backlash.

But in order to save his life, the storyteller had no time to care about anything else and had to fight.

"Ow—"

A pitch-black dragon flew out from the script, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the arrow shot by Shang Lu.

"boom--"

The arrow exploded, blasting the dragon into pieces along with it.

The storyteller who had escaped the danger felt a pain in his hands before he could make any new moves. He looked down and saw a long whip like a poisonous snake, silently coiling up and lashing his two hands.

He felt as if both of his hands were about to break off.

What made the storyteller even more panic was that this whip actually deprived the strength in his hands, causing the tightly held script and pen to fall to the ground.

"not good--"

The storyteller hurried to retrieve the two treasures.

Without them, most of his abilities would not be fully utilized.

But he got nothing.

There are two invisible blood energies that have been waiting here for a long time.

As soon as the script and pen fell from his hands, they were swept up by the two streams of blood and sent to Shang Lu's hands at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing Shang Lu raising the whip again, the storyteller actually knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy:
"Don't kill me, sir. I can help you practice. We can cooperate..."

"cooperate?"

Shang Lu sneered and did not rush to attack with the whip. Instead, he rode his horse to the storyteller and looked down at him.

"You are using my name to ruin my reputation, and you still want me to cooperate with you?"

"Righteous man, is there something wrong? I don't even know you, how can I use your name..."

The storyteller hurriedly tried to explain.

But when he got to this point, he suddenly reacted, looked up and exclaimed: "Are you Shang Lu, the Demon Suppression County Lieutenant?!"

"Yes, I am Shanglu."

"But aren't you in Luoshui County? Why did you come to Tiger Leaping Gorge?"

After being surprised, the storyteller let out a long sigh.

"I avoided Luoshui County, but I didn't expect to fall into your hands..."

He put on an expression of admitting guilt and giving in.

However, the next moment, a ball of ink suddenly spurted out from the book in Shang Lu's hand, spraying all over Shang Lu and Hei Yun.

At the same time, in the ink cloud behind Shang Lu that had not yet dissipated, the remaining two characters in his writing rushed out, one blasted towards Shang Lu's back, and the other killed towards the black cloud.

At this moment, the storyteller jumped up from the ground, pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, and wanted to stab Shang Lu.

"Hahaha, you fell into my trap... eh?!"

The storyteller was feeling proud of himself when he suddenly felt the world spinning before his eyes, as if he was flying in the air.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw a headless body collapse in front of Shang Lu.

At the same time, the two characters who launched a sneak attack from the rear were hit by a huge force that was as powerful as a mountain and carried a righteous spirit.

Not only did they fail to hurt Shanglu and Heiyun, but they were knocked away and scattered.

"That's... my body?"

The storyteller recognized the headless body.

This also shocked him greatly.

He couldn't understand why his sneak attack was so sudden but he failed to hurt Shang Lu and was beheaded instead.

The ink that spurts out of the storybook is highly poisonous!

Even if the poison doesn't kill Shang Lu, it can at least destroy his cultivation, causing his blood circulation to become blocked and making him unable to exert any strength or use any skills.

But why is the herb fine? Why isn't it poisoned?
The storyteller's head fell to the ground in full confusion.

Then he saw Shang Lu jump off the horse and walk towards his head.

"I thought you had some trick up your sleeve, that's it?"

Walking closer, Shang Lu sneered, stretched out his hand, and lifted up the storyteller's head.

The storyteller wanted to bite him, but he didn't have the strength to open his mouth.

At this moment, the storyteller realized that his plan of feigning surrender and launching a surprise attack had not fooled Shang Lu from the beginning to the end.

The storyteller's head was tied to Heiyun's back by Shanglu.

This head is both evidence and an achievement.

Shang Lu wanted to take it to the Thieves' Office as his first achievement as a clerk in the Thieves' Office.

(End of this chapter)