Lingzhang

Chapter 105: Shocking Changes
The stripping of vitality also took away Zhu Tingmo's strength at this moment.

He could hardly stand steadily.

His legs were stretched inward as he lost strength, but he was barely able to stand still because of the sword that pierced his chest.

The same surging blood filled his chest and lungs in those few brief breaths, and then surged up to his throat as his breathing became increasingly difficult.

Amidst muffled whimpers, large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Gu...Gu Qinghan..."

He recited with difficulty, even straining his remaining strength, and even the veins on his neck bulged again.

This was the faintest sound he could make by shouting at the top of his lungs.

It was as if he was using up his last bit of strength to remember this name.

Strange to say.

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like the name of someone who can achieve something in martial arts; no matter how it sounds, it sounds like the name of a cold and aloof monk who can master extraordinary Taoist techniques.

How did she become what she is now, little by little, in my hands?

The deepening dizziness in his brain made it impossible for him to think any further.

Recalling all this with difficulty, the deep dizziness only brought Zhu Tingmo endless trance.

It turns out I have done so many things.

The disappearance of vitality and the coming of death seemed to have taken away Zhu Tingmo's frequent outbursts of extreme anger and madness.

A man who could be called a madman in a world where martial artists often have extreme temperaments, seemed to have a rare moment of calmness at this moment.

He tilted his head and looked back towards the city center.

"It will be a great pleasure to kill the nobles of this city!"

Having said this, Zhu Tingmo turned around again, raised his hand again with difficulty, and gently brushed the bracelet on his wrist.

As his fingerprint was pressed, the breathing light on the bracelet, which had been gradually turning dark red as his vitality faded, suddenly calmed down at this moment.

Then, even though Zhu Tingmo took off the bracelet, the breathing light on it still maintained the established warm light flickering, as if it was no longer affected by the pulsation of Zhu Tingmo's own blood and energy.

"Take it..."

"Your sword... is quite sharp..."

"If there is a chance in the future... I hope you... will kill Zhu Er like you did today..."

Probably, Zhu Tingmo's original intention was to raise his hand and hand the bracelet to Gu Qinghan.

However, the vitality released by the large amount of blood gushing out had left him with no more strength to do so.

Then, the dizziness in the brain brought not only a trance, but also hallucinations that appeared in the vision after the trance reached its extreme.

That is a scene that people living in the world of the living cannot see.

This illusion was probably too good to be true, and it made Zhu Tingmo feel as if he was about to open his arms to welcome something in a trance.

It was even accompanied by a sudden burst of strength from Zhu Tingmo.

He fell forward completely.

Swah——

That was the sound of the sword cutting through Zhu Tingmo's flesh from behind.

Zhu Tingmo fell amidst the rubble and dust.

Soon, in just a few breaths, a pool of blood formed where Zhu Tingmo fell.

From beginning to end, apart from the ferocious declaration at the beginning, Gu Qinghan never uttered a word.

She just stood there quietly, holding the rapier in her hand, watching Zhu Tingmo struggle bit by bit towards complete death.

"Look at it this way, the death of Mr. Zhu Qi is no different from the death of a hyena."

"Tengxia Zhu family?"

"what--"

But at this moment, a chariot was approaching from afar.

Xu Shijin got off the chariot and looked at Zhu Tingmo's body with a sneer on his face. Then he walked past Gu Qinghan and into the rubble. He bent down and picked up the blood-stained armor bracelet in the pool of blood.

When he turned around holding the armor bracelet, he saw Gu Qinghan half-lowering his head and silently putting the rapier back into the arm armor.

She seemed to be looking at this brand new self that had been reborn.

It was like he was staring at the armor that was actually embedded in his body and flesh, looking at the shell of his former self.

At the same time, Xu Shijin's eyes rarely revealed a hint of fear.

He was able to plot and kill a crazy noble like Zhu Tingmo step by step.

In his eyes, the madness beneath Gu Qinghan's calm appearance would only make people more frightened!

"Don't worry, the sect has the secret magic of the old Beiting Protectorate.

It is said that even highly accomplished warriors have the hope of continuing on the path to transcendence, and reformed monks have the possibility of returning to orthodox cultivation and becoming a master of the sect.

There must be a way to improve the negative effects of your armor."

At this moment, Xu Shijin spoke cautiously to comfort her. It seemed that he was not facing a human being, but more like comforting a ferocious beast.

Hearing this, Gu Qinghan said nothing. She just glanced at Xu Shijin calmly.

But it was this glance that immediately made Xu Shijin speechless, and all the subsequent words were squeezed in his throat. In the calm, there was no follow-up to this glance.

It seemed like just some kind of silent warning from Gu Qinghan, warning Xu Shijin not to meddle in other people's business.

Just like this set of armor, even though Gu Qinghan has cut off all ties with the past with Zhu Tingmo's death, the traces of past experiences are still deeply imprinted on her body and mind.

Too cold and harsh, too much of a no-entry policy.

She took the armor bracelet from Xu Shijin's hand.

But Gu Qinghan brushed past his arm armor first, and the moment the light screen popped up, an empty warehouse was revealed on the other side of the screen. There was an old man in black robe standing in the middle of the nutrient warehouses arranged in a circular formation, burning stacks of yellow talisman paper in a copper basin.

At this moment, along with the burning of the yellow talisman paper, a large amount of smoke rose up, and had already condensed into smoke and mist again in the half-air of the formation.

At the same time, the blood-ink seals drawn on the glass cover of the nutrient chamber had gradually changed from blood color to purple-gold under the illumination of the smoke and mist.

"How are things going?"

No wonder Gu Qinghan asked this question first.

After all, the last execution of the Nether Spring Ritual ended in a very bizarre failure.

Hearing Gu Qinghan's question, even the old man in black robe on the other side of the screen showed a look of relief.

"Fortunately, the forced opening of the Nether Spring ritual was quite successful this time. The Daohai portal has established a connection with the ritual array.

However, because this time, the souls of the saints were not first warmed with blood tainted with death, and the souls went straight into the bodies of the living, their awakening might not be as smooth as originally expected.

They will be driven by their pre-birth instincts for a long time."

Having said this, the old man in black robe paused.

"But I think it shouldn't have any impact on the completion of the plan. The worst-case scenario is to let them abandon these bodies and hold a Youquan ceremony in another place in the future to receive their souls again."

Hearing this, Gu Qinghan nodded.

It seems that the link that was most prone to error is now proceeding in an orderly manner.

"That's good."

After closing the page, Gu Qinghan clicked on another light screen page, checked a large number of people's contact avatars in a row, and then brought the light screen in front of him and said in a "group voice" -

"The action begins!"

Let’s stop doing this.

Gu Qinghan retracted the light screen on his arm armor, then raised his hand to put the blood-stained bracelet on his wrist and gently wiped it across his throat.

On the silver-gray armor, there was a series of flowing light fluctuations, and the armor's technology actively controlled the reverse transformation of Gu Qinghan's flesh and blood once again.

So, when Gu Qinghan pressed the bracelet and spoke again, the voice that came out of her mouth was Zhu Tingmo's.

"City defenders, listen up! I'm Zhu Tingmo! Pass on my order - from now on, seal off the east, west, and south gates, open the north gate, and allow no one to enter but no one to leave!"

"Open the north gate, people are allowed in but not out!"

"Yes! I am Zhu Tingmo. You will verify the source of the signal by yourselves. You are allowed to enter but not leave! Anyone who disobeys my orders is a traitor to the human race of the Songsheng Church! The city guards will kill them without mercy!"

"I repeat, when facing the traitors of the human race of the Song Sheng Church, there is no need to ask questions, and no dialogue is allowed! The city defenders will kill them without mercy!"

After making these arrangements, Gu Qinghan tapped the armor bracelet again.

"The commander of the garrison at the south gate? Or me, Zhu Tingmo, are you also a member of the Zhu family? Very well, pass on my private order, you secretly open the South Three Gates, and later let my chariot secretly leave the city.

Remember, this is a top secret mission! Don’t reveal anything before I leave!”

From the beginning to the end, in a series of words, Gu Qinghan not only simulated Zhu Tingmo's voice exactly through the armor, but even imitated Zhu Tingmo's way of speaking vividly.

But it was precisely this vividness that made Gu Qinghan, who had just ended the call, fall into a momentary trance.

She quickly came to her senses and was no longer immersed in the painful memories that kept surging in her mind.

Then, she turned around and walked towards the chariot loaded with brain fluid medicine.

"gone--"
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Almost at the same time, when Gu Qinghan’s group voice message was transmitted to every corner of the city.

Inside the funeral home, a simple-looking employee quietly opened the valve of the direct-flow boiler, and an excessive amount of high-energy kerosene rushed madly into the flameout boiler.

……

In the warehouse of a luxurious hotel in the city center, a man dressed as a chef quietly opened a sealed warehouse.

With the sunlight shining through, the blood-stained chariots in the warehouse were parked in place.

When listening carefully, low roars and whimpering sounds of wild beasts could be heard continuously from the closed compartment of the chariot, accompanied by violent vibrations.

……

In the sewers, maintenance workers of the drainage facilities walked among the mud and filth, making several detours in the complex underground facility passages.

Suddenly, he took out a key and opened a door on the smooth wall that should not have existed and should not have been known by him.

When the bright yellow color from a corner of the seal talisman formation reflected on his face, he took out a packet of medicine powder from his waist.

A pack of gray-black powder that looked dirty and filthy at first glance.

And scattered it into the bright yellow light.
-
In the logistics warehouse of the Education Department.

When the last stack of yellow talisman paper burned to ashes.

The voice of the old man in black robe just sounded faintly.

"Let's make a mess, let's make a mess..."

(End of this chapter)