You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 254 Boss
In the tea stall, several martial artists stared at the battle formation in front of them with frowns, but no one dared to act rashly.

"There is still no news about Master and Uncle Master?"

"There is no news at all. Since I went in yesterday, the pigeons have not responded, and the communication incense has not moved. This fog is simply eating people!"

"What do you think, Master and Uncle-Master will..."

"Puh! What unlucky words are you saying! You deserve a beating!"

A few wanderers muttered to themselves and looked worriedly at the shining gray mountain in the distance.

This mountain only allows people to enter but not exit, which is really weird.

When I came here on the first day, I was filled with excitement, thinking that the treasure would be in my hands.

Now I just hope that the people I know can return from the fog.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed knight looked forward and frowned.

He saw an old beggar with his hands behind his back, walking slowly towards the formation in front of him in the cloudy and drizzling weather.

"This old beggar also wants to go in and look for treasure?"

The martial artist who discovered this let out a light exclamation, which also attracted other bystanders to look in that direction.

After taking a look, everyone burst into laughter:
"Oh, looking at his behavior, he must be some low-class person."

"These jugglers always have some unreliable ideas, their ambitions are higher than the sky, their lives are more fragile than paper."

The atmosphere in the tea stalls, which had been solemn, suddenly became filled with laughter.

A few kind-hearted wanderers stood up and tried to stop the old beggar, but were pulled back by the people around them who laughed and said that it was not worth spending so much effort on a beggar.

While these wanderers were arguing, they suddenly heard the shrill sound of metal instruments coming from not far away.

It was as if the bird with the clearest voice among all the birds sang a shrill whistle!

And behind the old beggar, there was a sudden sound of gongs, drums and suonas. In the rain, it seemed like countless hazy figures were dancing in the rain.

The gongs and drums were beating, the firecrackers were blasting, and behind the old beggar, in the drizzle, a team wearing red ribbons and flowers walked out.

They played music, sang and danced happily. You could see people wearing lion dance costumes in the rain, people dancing with paper golden dragons tied to wooden sticks, people beating gongs, people scattering red paper flowers, and even a bald man in red clothes carrying a basket of mules. Halfway through the walk, he covered his mouth with his hands and shouted:
"Shave your head!"

It was like the lowest class escorting a bride, or like a temple fair being held in a temple, so lively!
And in the middle of this group of people there were indeed four porters. They were carrying heavy loads on their shoulders and wearing bright red trousers. They walked on the muddy land as if it were flat ground without any effort at all.

But if you look closely, you can see that what they are carrying on their shoulders is not a sedan chair at all.

But a crimson coffin.

The coffin was covered with several pieces of red cloth, and a huge red flower was tied in the middle.

The drizzle soaked the red paper and turned it into mud on the muddy ground, forming a scarlet red color, as if this group of people were walking on a bloody road, slowly moving forward in the rain.

The smiling warriors were suddenly dumbfounded and looked at each other in bewilderment.

What a big battle!
This beggar...

Who is it?

……

At the front row of the whole team was a man, holding a suona, playing it with all his might, and dancing as he walked, looking very happy.

Only when he reached the back of the old beggar did he put down his instrument and bowed respectfully in the direction of the old beggar:
"Boss, the bride has been delivered to you."

The old beggar turned around and took a look at the people in front of him.

He saw pairs of eyes staring at him.

Those eyes were full of trust.

The old beggar believed that even if he let the group of people in front of him die on the spot, they would continue to follow without hesitation.

"Sons, you have worked so hard over the years!"

"Boss, what are you talking about?" The young man playing the suona laughed and said, "We are all born and raised. If we hadn't followed you, we would have starved to death on the street! Now we can eat meat, drink wine, and play with women. What else can we not be satisfied with?"

"It's better to be unsatisfied when living in this world." The eldest brother waved his hand and said, "Leave the coffin behind. You should leave here as soon as possible. The farther you go, the better. If this thing succeeds, I will definitely find you. If this thing fails, you have enough capital, so go and have fun on your own."

No one refused when they heard this, and the four porters put down the coffin.

They did not leave in a hurry, but all bowed and saluted in the direction of the old beggar for a long time.

Only when the old beggar waved his hand to send them away did they turn around and leave without staying.

Occasionally, a young man would stop and the boss would come up to him and kick him hard in the butt, making him roll on the spot, and then leave in embarrassment.

After they were completely gone, the old beggar came to the coffin and put his hands on it.

He just exerted a little force, as if pinching an extremely light object, picked it up, and walked into the thick fog of the light curtain.

After stepping in, a feeling of oppression hit the old beggar, and he immediately felt that the spiritual energy in his body was suppressed.

But he didn't care and just kept moving forward until his body completely disappeared in the fog.

Soon, he passed through the fog, and what appeared in front of him was not the foot of the Gray Mountain, but a vast open plain.

The area here is extremely large, with no visible boundaries. The sky is gloomy and it is drizzling, making the dirt road muddy and difficult to walk on.

In the middle of this vast wasteland, there stood a huge black tree that blocked out the sun and the sky. The tree was completely black, as if it had been burned by flames.

If you look closely, you can see a group of people gathered under the giant tree, looking very miserable.

The old beggar saw them and was happy:

"Hey, these sons didn't run away at that time, they are still here for me."

Soon, he reached the front of the crowd. The sudden appearance of the old beggar immediately attracted everyone's attention. Soon, the ragged old man squeezed out of the crowd and ran to the old beggar.

When the old man saw the old beggar, tears suddenly flowed down his face. He stepped forward and said:
"I've been here for two days, and I finally waited for you to come!"

This person is none other than the hermit in the library, Yulu.

Ever since the formation was activated, all the spiritual energy in the vicinity has been sealed off, and he, his men, and the martial artists from Qingzhou were trapped here.

At the beginning, the two groups were holding knives and swords, wanting to fight each other, but soon they found that all their skills had disappeared and they could not use them at all. Several elderly people who relied entirely on their energy to conserve their vitality even became weak and frail in an instant, and they had difficulty even moving.

There was no other way. If they continued fighting like this, no one on either side would survive. So they might as well make a temporary reconciliation and wait here together for a chance to escape.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, no reinforcements came, but instead a group of wanderers who were greedy for the treasure arrived.

After seeing the living people and the big black tree, these wanderers were all terrified and frightened out of their wits.

At first they were full of fear and looked around for a way out like headless flies, but after trying for a while, they found that they could not leave. They could only stay obediently with Master Yulu and wait for rescue from outside.

But the situation here is not very good.

The people under Mr. Yulu brought some dried meat and dry food, which was only enough for them to survive for three or four days at most. Several old men lost their lives due to the loss of their vital energy and the cold spring rain, and they caught a stroke at night.

Even Mr. Yulu was not in good condition. He was coughing, sneezing, and his forehead was hot.

If I can’t get out, I’m afraid I’ll lose my life here!
It is precisely because of this that the old beggar seems like a savior to Mr. Yulu.

"Old sir, after this formation is activated, we can't get out. Can you think of a way to let us out first?"

Mr. Yulu was extremely respectful.

He felt much more at ease at this moment.

This old beggar must be very capable, and I think he should be able to lead them out.

By the way, get rid of these Qingzhou people and these gangsters.

By then, I will be able to return to Kyoto to claim my reward, and I can take good care of myself, eat and drink to my heart's content, and replenish my body.

The old beggar glanced at the hermit and said slowly:

"Once the Soul-Severing and Qi-Sealing Formation is activated, no one can get out unless the center of the formation is broken."

Hearing this, Yulu hermit's face suddenly changed, and he murmured:

"Then...what should I do?"

"You must be the hermit in the library, right?"

"Yes." Mr. Yulu didn't know why the old beggar in front of him suddenly asked this.

The old beggar did not continue speaking, but just walked straight towards the big black tree.

Soon he walked to the tree that seemed to be burnt and placed his hand on the trunk.

"Layman, do you know the power of this formation?"

"According to what you said...should we cut off the spiritual energy and prevent people from going out?" Mr. Yulu did not dare to disobey the other party at all and spoke in a gentle voice.

"This is a formation designed to ambush fellow Taoists, and I am the ambush thug." The old beggar sighed, "But, the big shot who asked me to do this was really stingy. He neither promised treasures nor promised cultivation. I had no choice but to make a few changes to the formation myself to get the reward that should belong to me."

"Ah?" Mr. Yulu widened his eyes, and a sense of foreboding surged in his heart.

"Originally, there was no such tree in this formation."

As the old beggar spoke, Mr. Yulu felt that the big tree in front of him became even more gloomy, as if it had merged with the gray mountain, which was terrifying!

Mr. Yulu also had his hair standing on end!

It doesn’t matter to him that the formation has been changed, and it doesn’t matter to him that the powerful are fighting each other.

The important thing is that the old beggar told me everything!

These words are clearly secrets that cannot be told to anyone!
Who wouldn't tell a secret?

Dead people don't tell secrets!
Thinking of this, Mr. Yulu's face was already covered in cold sweat.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late in the end.

The elder Xiao Huanxi tilted his head slightly, with a kind smile on his face, and looked at Yulu Jushi:

"Thank you for your hard work over the years."

The tone was calm.

Like comfort.

(End of this chapter)