Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 345 A good show

"There is indeed a ghost!"

Xiao Ran looked at the anxious expressions of the three people and knew that they had bad intentions. He turned his eyes and noticed the disciple uniforms that the Nuo sect disciples next to him had changed out of. He picked up a set and put it on. It was a little big, but it fit well.

Then he followed Ouyang Baili and the other two without saying a word.

While Xiao Ran was following the three people, the streets of Wancheng were extremely lively at this moment.

"God bless you, God bless you!!"

He Laosan prostrated himself on the ground, with his hands placed devoutly on his head, muttering something.

Suddenly, a cloud of white incense ash drifted down from the sky, as if it was a response from the gods. The incense ash danced in the air and slowly fell, dyeing the whole world white. The light on the street became blurred, as if entering an otherworldly world.

He Laosan raised his head in confusion, and a blurry shadow in the white mist gradually moved towards him.

Just then, ghosts and gods dressed in costumes and masks walked past He Lao San.

These ghostly figures lined up in two rows and slowly walked past He Lao San.

The sad and majestic sound of suona echoed in the air, interweaving with the footsteps of ghosts and gods.

He Laosan looked at these ghosts and gods with his eyes full of awe and piety. He turned around and continued to kowtow and kneel.

"Clang Clang Clang!!!"

“Woohahaha…”

A huge red face popped out from the white mist, with leopard eyes, tiger whiskers, a wide nose and a big mouth.

He was wearing a bright red official uniform, holding a fan in one hand and a long sword in the other.

The fan was unfolded, and four words were written on it: [Subdue demons and monsters]

If you love watching operas, it is not difficult to recognize that this costume is exactly the Ghost King Zhong Kui who is popular among the people.

However, compared with Zhong Kui, this ghost's mask had many flaws, and his expression was not as majestic and dignified as Zhong Kui's. Instead, his every move seemed a little awkward.

Nuo opera, Nuo opera, no matter how mysterious it is, it ultimately uses the form of opera to complete the process of exorcising evil spirits and bringing in blessings.

The play at the moment is the "Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts" in the Nuo Opera.

Of course, this is the case in the play, but the mask worn by the Nuo opera actor who plays Zhong Kui is not Zhong Kui, it just looks somewhat similar.

No matter how well these thirty-six demons disguise themselves, they are not real gods.

Even if one has a myriad of abilities, they are fake and one can never pretend to be a true God.

Along with hoarse singing and music, the white mist covering the sky above Wancheng began to change.

One after another, huge divine bodies walked out of the white mist, and suddenly lightning and thunder appeared in the sky.

The difference from the previous time was that the last time was an outdoor play, which was entirely supported by the incense and worship in the city.

This time it is a genuine play. Although the thirty-six gods and demons are not real gods, their power can be greatly enhanced in the play.

I saw a huge body of a god in the clouds waving a sword, like a white dragon crashing into the dim sky.

"Rumble..."

Thunder and lightning caused the scene in front of everyone to suddenly darken, and the light in the world began to distort.

Then another heavy rain came down.

However, this rainstorm that fell on everyone made He Xinghua and other defenders feel refreshed, and the confused feeling in their minds disappeared instantly.

After being touched by the rain, the mad Huang Zai army showed painful expressions on their faces, as if the power that originally made them not afraid of pain had disappeared in an instant.

"kill!!!"

Seeing this, He Xinghua's eyes lit up, and he waved the big knife in his hand, and drove back the Huang Zai army that rushed up the city wall again.
"what!!"

In the Huangzai army, several young priests suddenly screamed, spat out blood from their mouths, and their faces turned pale, looking as if they were seriously injured.

Seeing this, the high priest Wang Xian opened his eyelids, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he pinched his fingers to make a seal. Then he grabbed a young priest beside him and put his palm on his head and said, "Are you ready?"

The young priest showed a fanatical expression when he heard this. He did not reply. He clasped his hands flat on his chest and chanted a spell silently.

A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the high priest Wang Xian. He pressed his palm tightly on the head of the little priest and muttered something.

The air around him seemed to vibrate because of his spell, and it felt like countless insects were crawling under the little priest's skin.

The little priest's body began to tremble, a look of pain appeared on his face, and yellow liquid overflowed from his eyes.

"what!!"

The little priest suddenly opened his mouth and countless locusts flew out of his body.

"Buzzing..."

Countless locusts circled in the air and then swarmed into the clouds. The yellow clouds rolled and gradually condensed into a huge locust shape.

Its eyes flashed red, as if it was staring at the people below. Its body exuded a powerful aura that made everyone feel suffocated.

"The Locust God is here!!!"

The voice of the high priest Wang Xian sounded again, with a fanatical expression on his face.

At the same time, the tone of Nuomen changed and began to become urgent.

The movements of the Nuo performers became more exaggerated and powerful, as if they were simulating a battle with ghosts.

Drunken King Kong and his friends just danced randomly at first, and they actually found it interesting.

But gradually they felt their consciousness becoming increasingly hazy, and there seemed to be a voice in their heads that they couldn't understand, as if a fairy was singing in their ears.

Following the sounds of suona and drums all around, Drunken King Kong couldn't help but sway his limbs along.

A large amount of incense ash splashed on his face. At first, Zui Jin Gang hated the smell, but now...

It smells so good!

He began to try to actively inhale the incense ashes. At first there was only a little bit, and the smell was not as pungent as he had imagined.

It even had a hint of sweetness, and made his body feel light and fluttery, which made him unable to help but inhale a little more in the next sip.

All of a sudden, with the song in his head and the music around him, his huge body began to sway from side to side, waving his arms and shaking his head. The boots on his feet had long been kicked off by him, and he stepped on the ground barefoot, with his movements getting bigger and bigger.

It seems that only in this way can I vent the inner pleasure.

What kind of gathering is not important.

Protecting the people? Not important.

Life or death is no longer important. Screw Huang Zaijun and screw Taiping.

Drunken King Kong claimed that he never put down his wine and that his body was intoxicated but his mind was not. But at this moment he felt that he was really drunk.

My drunken consciousness started to become hazy and I didn't want to think about anything. There were only incense ash and music in my mind. My body was no longer important. I just let it swing freely.

Flesh and blood are full of suffering, only the soul can be happy.

The Drunken King Kong's state is not an isolated case. The same is true for the others, except that some are still restraining themselves, while others have already begun to go crazy.

At the same time, the masks on their faces became more vivid, and an inexplicable aura emanated from them.

"Rumble..."

Arcs of electricity flashed, and Mo Guyi and others turned around and were surprised to see a figure behind them with lightning all over his body.

Remember this person was not recommended by Ouyang Baili, but joined in on his own initiative. Being able to get into the state so quickly and being able to fit the power of Thunder General so well, this person's talent seems to be stronger than others, even better than the original Thunder General Li Shao.

However, although Mo Guyi was surprised, he did not think much about it. Instead, he took a breath of incense ash to get himself into the state as soon as possible.

In a moment, the streets were filled with gods and demons dancing in chaos, but the people in the martial arts world immediately realized that something was wrong.

The energy in them was being consumed at a very fast rate.

"Didn't we just give a stick of incense?? But why do I feel like... I... I'm almost out of strength?"

"Me too, my lower back is starting to hurt."

Some people began to feel weak, some were sweating profusely even when standing still, and some even had to gasp for breath when talking.

These are all manifestations of the rapid consumption of energy and spirit.

Finally, someone came to their senses and looked at the incense burners that were still burning in the distance: "Oh no, there are still our marks in those incense burners. It must be the Nuo sect who did something. Quick, stop them, they are going to burn us alive!"

They said they wanted to stop it, but no one had the strength to do it.

Green smoke was wriggling in the sky above heads, the figures of the thirty-six demon gods had become increasingly solid, and endless thunder and lightning were tearing through the sky.

At this moment, the Nuo opera performers felt that their consciousness was no longer their own, but that of gods floating above the clouds. Facing the giant locust in the rolling yellow clouds before them, they raised their hands and unleashed earth-shaking power.

The more fiercely they fought, the more furiously the two armies below became.

Amid the sound of metal blades clashing, corpses rolled down from the city wall one after another.

If someone accidentally falls, he will be trampled to death by his companions who rush up from behind.

"kill!!"

Seeing that the casualties of the defenders were getting more and more serious, He Xinghua immediately mobilized the last of the ace legion to rush up and begin to replace the ordinary defenders.

This elite ace force swept in like a violent storm, their armor flashing with cold light, the weapons in their hands were like the scythes of the god of death, invincible.

When the defenders saw the arrival of this elite army, it was as if they saw the dawn of hope. Their morale was boosted and their shouts became louder.

However, war is cruel, and the addition of this elite army did not make the battle easier.

The members of the Yellow Disaster Legion still had red eyes and rushed forward like crazy, not caring about their own lives or the lives of their companions. They even picked up the corpses of their companions and used them as shields to block in front of them.

The soldiers of both sides fought a desperate battle on the city wall. Every collision was accompanied by the sound of metal friction and the painful groans of flesh.

The city walls were covered in blood and corpses were piled up like mountains. The tragedy was so tragic that it was unbearable to watch.

Blood on the city wall was already flowing down the stairs like overflowing water.

Anyone with a discerning eye could easily see that it was only a matter of time before they lost...

Behind the Zonglou at the other end, there is another seven-story building.

This building is called Dengyun Tower, and on the top of the building are golden statues of thirty-six gods and demons.

The place was brightly lit by the lights of countless candles.

A group of people were standing in front of the fence, looking ahead at the chaos of two forces colliding in the air above the city gate. Even though they were so far away, they could still clearly hear the shouts and screams coming from over there.

"Dad, can we win?"

Two young children stood beside a middle-aged man, looking in the direction of the deafening screams of killing, and hid behind their father in fear.

“We can’t lose.”

The middle-aged man lowered his head and placed his hands on the two children's heads with a doting look on his face.

If you look closely, you will find that this man's appearance and business attitude are almost identical.

This person is the leader of Nuo Sect, Shang Yunyi.

This action was seen by the woman next to him, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Dengdengdeng..."

At this time, footsteps were heard downstairs.

Everyone looked sideways and saw a group of people walking up the stairs. They were Ouyang Baili, Overlord Blade Chu Xiong, and Qianji Prodigy.

Behind the three, there were two more people, the young girl Gao Yuting and Dong Ruopu who was supporting her.

"What are you doing here?!"

The noble lady standing next to Shang Yunyi frowned, obviously not welcoming Ouyang Baili and others.

"I invited them here."

Shang Yunyi spoke.

Ouyang Baili smiled and nodded to Shang Yunyi. At the same time, he turned around and introduced Qingnv, "You haven't met him yet, right? This is the leader of Nuo Sect, Sect Master Shang."

"Brother, didn't you say you would take me to heal my wounds? Why did you bring me here?"

Gao Yuting frowned and stared at her elder brother questioningly.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm here to heal your wounds."

Ouyang Baili explained with a smile.

Then he looked at Shang Yunyi in front of him and bowed: "The person has been brought here. My mission has been completed. Please tell me what to do next, foster father."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Ouyang Baili in surprise.

Even Qingnv and Dong Ruopu were shocked.

On the other hand, Overlord Blade Chu Xiong and Qianji Prodigy looked like they didn't care at all, and it was obvious that they knew the inside story long ago.

"you!!"

The woman standing next to Shang Yunyi opened her mouth wide and looked at Ouyang Baili in surprise, then turned around to look at her husband.

Shang Yunyi's expression was calm, and he just held his two children in his arms lovingly.

It was as if these things had nothing to do with him.

He looked up at Ouyang Baili and said to the child in his arms: "Shang Zhi, Shang Fei, Daddy tells you, this person is my adopted son, your second brother. Come, call him second brother."

The two children looked at Ouyang Baili. The young Shang Fei, who was still young, shouted in a daze, "Second brother."

Shang Zhi, who was already six years old, looked back at his mother first, and seeing his mother's dark face and silent expression, he did not dare to speak for a while.

Shang Yunyi didn't force it, but just held them and walked while saying:
"You also have an older brother. Your older brother is very smart. Daddy spent a lot of time and effort on him. But one day he suddenly disappeared. Until now I still don't know whether he is dead or alive."

Speaking of his eldest son, Shang Yunyi couldn't help showing a melancholy look on his face.

"Over the past few years, I really miss him more and more."

After saying that, Shang Yunyi suddenly pushed his hand forward and threw the two children down the stairs...

"what!!"

"Bang! Bang!!"

Only after two loud crashes downstairs did Shang Yunyi stare at the broken bodies downstairs, and then he slowly showed a look of relief on his face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath...

"Hiss...you can go and accompany your eldest brother on behalf of your father."

　There will be another update tonight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)