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Chapter 565 The Puppet Show (8,000 words)

The victim may not be incapable of stopping Xu Yuan.

But the victim discovered that Banlan Gong was hiding nearby.

The "brokerage firm" failed to notice the hidden Banlan Gong, which is why they brazenly attacked, wanting to bully a weak, fourth-rate opponent.

After Xu Yuan fled, Director Ku stared at Ban Lan Gong with his one eye: "So it's because there's another second-rate person in charge."

The victim was already puzzled as to why the Exorcism Bureau had found him.

He was very proud of his arrangements.

He found it hard to accept being discovered by a fourth-rate exorcist.

However, if it were discovered by a fellow second-rate cultivator, the aggrieved party would find it "reasonable".

Unbeknownst to him, Banlan Gong had once again become the scapegoat for Xu Yuan.

The old man really wanted to explain that it really wasn't me.

But with a major battle imminent, explaining these things at this time would diminish one's own prestige.

The world is a churning sea of ​​suffering, and the pain is so intense that it almost solidifies, making the air above the water thick and heavy.

The aggrieved one stood proudly on the sea of ​​suffering, his single eye fixed firmly on the Lord of Moving Waves.

His gaze pierced straight to the soul, and endless painful illusions arose in Banlan Gong's heart.

Banlan Gong rubbed his belly and patted it lightly.

"Snapped!"

The sound shattered the illusion of suffering.

A wild, roaring sound then erupted from inside the belly:
"Conquer him!"

"Order troops! Order troops! Order troops!"

"Let's go to war—I'll lead the charge!"

"Get out of my way! What qualifications do you have to be the commander-in-chief of the army? I, the commander-in-chief, am more than qualified!"

Banlan Gong continued patting his belly, but this time it made a "thump" sound.

Then, thud! thud! thud!

The silence was as heavy as the beating of war drums.

The dense, almost tangible, pitch-black Yin energy, like the overflowing waters of the River of Oblivion, gushed forth from Banlan Gong's mouth, nose, ears, and even the pores of his entire body!

The yin energy was thick and cold, freezing the air into tiny black ice crystals, swallowing up light, and causing the temperature to plummet.

The Yin energy was rapidly rotating, condensing, and forming around Banlan Gong!
Rumble——!
The earth trembles!

A gate suddenly appeared.

Grand, ancient, with a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

It was over ten zhang tall, and hung a plaque with dark gold and scarlet characters:
Banlan Ghost Army Mansion!
The five large characters, written in bold, powerful strokes, exude a murderous aura, as if composed of countless twisted and struggling ghosts and vengeful spirits.

Behind the gate was a long, gloomy stretch of buildings that seemed to go on forever!
The palaces and barracks were arranged in neat rows, deathly silent.

Further away, there are also drill grounds, command platforms, and supply depots... their shadowy outlines stretching all the way to the chaotic end where the line of sight intertwines with the yin energy!

As soon as this military headquarters was established, it exuded a magnificent aura of being "impregnable", "surrounded by thousands of troops", and "a world unto itself"!

Deeper within, faint sounds of dragging chains, clashing armor, and low, eerie roars could be heard, concealing many terrifying and bizarre methods.

Breaking down this military government would be extremely difficult for anyone below the second rank.

This is the mark of a second-rate divine cultivator: establishing a manor!
Although Banlan Gong repeatedly told Xu Yuan that he was probably no match for the aggrieved party.

But if it really comes down to a fight, Banlan Gong is absolutely ruthless.

With this "Banlan Ghost Army Mansion" in place, Banlan Gong is basically invincible against all second-rate forces.

The victim's eyes were filled with bitterness.

It wasn't because he found the military headquarters difficult to deal with, but because he had already used his abilities to the fullest.

The sea of ​​suffering in the world surges forth.

A torrential downpour enveloped Ma Tianshou and his group.

Giant waves surged and the water level rose continuously, instantly encircling the entire military compound.

The Yin generals, Yin soldiers, and Yin commanders inside Banlan Gong's belly have all fallen into the military headquarters and gone to their respective barracks according to their duties.

The military government blocked the sea of ​​suffering in the world.

As the sponge rose, the "foundation" and "camp walls" of the military government also rose.

The entire military headquarters remained above the water.

However, a trace of pain seeped into the military headquarters.

Many voices then arose within the military headquarters:

"It hurts so much. I have no tears left, so why do I want to cry so much?"

"It's so oppressive. I'm so powerful, so why am I still being driven by others?"

"Why am I so poor?! When will I ever be the richest man in the world?!"

"I am clearly as beautiful as a flower, so why should I squeeze in with these vulgar and ugly ghosts?"

From deep within the military headquarters came the voice of Lord Banlan, saying, "You have no suffering!"

The military government has its own "power," and the governor of the military government, Banlan Gong, can make decisions on everything, including the emotions of every soldier in the government.

Immediately, the group of ghost soldiers and generals felt that their previous depressed mood had been swept away.

"Hehehe..." The aggrieved party laughed and said, "Isn't self-deception also a form of self-inflicted suffering?"

Inside the military headquarters, the ghostly soldiers and generals exclaimed "Ah!" again, saying, "That makes sense..."

The aggrieved party pushed his hand away, and the sea of ​​suffering in the world once again engulfed the military mansion: "Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Banlan Gong chuckled coldly, raised his hand, and a massive amount of Yin energy gathered from all directions, condensing into a small knife.

Then he made a cut in the void.

This strike pierced into the "Lingxiao" realm, extinguishing all thoughts related to emotions!
At this point, Banlan Gong had become "numb and indifferent".

The perception of all pain is numb.

As long as he, the "Lord of the Palace," is not controlled by "pain," then even if his ghostly soldiers are soaked in pain, it will not matter to the overall situation.

Immediately, the gate of the "Moving Lan Ghost Army Mansion" burst open with a bang, and a ghost general led a troop of soldiers out to fight his way out!
Once the Yin General falls into the sea of ​​suffering in the world, he immediately cries out in agony.

But the lord behind it was as hard as stone, and still urged it to kill the aggrieved party.

The Yin General and his troops were suffering in the sea of ​​worldly misery, their bodies constantly undergoing strange transformations.

However, the level of suffering in this world and the suffering master are comparable, both being second-rate. After these ghostly soldiers are corrupted, they can at most be transformed into second-rate evil spirits.

Banlan Gong can still keep it under control.

The Yin General, amidst the sea of ​​suffering in the world, had undergone extensive and mutated growths, transforming into an incredibly bizarre creature. Yet, he still carried out the orders of the Banlan Gong, charging straight towards the aggrieved.

The victim let out another cold laugh.

The sea of ​​suffering in this world is boundless and vast.

No matter how hard the Yin general and his troops tried, they could never get close to the aggrieved party.

"Quack quack—"

Inside the "Banlan Ghost Army Mansion," a massive ballista rose from a huge fortress tower.

The winch rotates, pulling the crossbow string into position and locking it, then it is fired with a bang.

A glint of cold light shot straight toward the aggrieved man.

The victim's body trembled as a crossbow bolt, as long as a spear, struck him.

The aggrieved person's face showed an expression of extreme pain.

His facial features were contorted together.

However, the more intense the suffering of the victim, the greater the power of the sea of ​​suffering in the world. The waves suddenly surged up and overflowed the camp walls, surging into the military headquarters!

The victim gripped the enormous crossbow bolt with his hands, writhing in agony, the intense pain causing the sea of ​​suffering in the world to surge once more.

The aggrieved party said, "One more arrow!"

"The more pain I suffer, the faster you will die!"

Banlan Gong's face was ashen. He scratched his messy beard in frustration, muttering to himself, "This isn't good..."

"Could it be that I am truly no match for him...?"

Xu Yuan closed his folding fan and fell from mid-air, landing squarely on a large tree.

Several tree branches snapped under the weight.

From the broken branch, sap that looked like blood seeped out.

This big tree was clearly strange; it had suffered a great loss after its branches were broken, yet it still stood there motionless.

Disguised as a normal big tree.

Under no circumstances should you give yourself away.

These living people are so fierce!
Xu Yuan rolled over and got up, dusted himself off, and looked around again: he was on the riverbank next to the bay.

The large ship was not far ahead.

Xu Yuan paused for a moment, then shot towards the large ship.

There were also many believers on the large ship, as well as a band of musicians and a blacksmith's shop and a puppet shop.

As soon as Xu Yuan approached, the people on the ship spotted him.

The puppeteer quickly reached into his sleeve and pulled out a piece of wood and a carving knife.

"I need fifteen minutes."

The blacksmith, short and stocky, leaped onto the ship's side, hammer in hand, his gaze fixed coldly on Xu Yuan below.

The music troupe set up their instruments around him and began playing music.

Suddenly, the sounds of suona, gongs, drums, and erhu rang out, creating an eerie melody.

As Xu Yuan ran, he involuntarily swayed to the sounds of these "musical tunes"!

Xu Yuan suddenly stopped.

Because if you keep running, you will be unable to control yourself and twist yourself into a pretzel to the rhythm of the music!
Even if you have the skill to "search bones like insects," you'll still have to twist until half of your bones are broken!
While constantly observing Xu Yuan's appearance, "Puppet Shop" quickly began carving.

Wood chips flew off from the carving knife.

As soon as Xu Yuan opened his mouth, the sword pellet shot out.

The members of the band only saw a glimmer of starlight appear before them in an instant, and they were immediately terrified, their faces turning ashen.

Suddenly, the blacksmith raised his hammer and swung it down.

"Forge iron!" he roared.

The hammer slammed into the sword pellet with a loud bang!
Xu Yuan was jolted awake, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood!
The sword pellet was clearly third-rate, and the blacksmith's shop was only fourth-rate, yet it managed to deform the sword pellet with a single hammer blow!
"The blacksmith's method is effective against all metals!" Xu Yuan immediately understood.

The sword pellet was smashed to the ground by a hammer. The blacksmith, not one to back down, leaped up and raised his hammer to chase after the sword pellet.

"Forge iron!"

As the hammer fell a second time, Xu Yuan had already opened his mouth and retrieved the sword pellet.

Once inside the abdomen, it was tempered by the "fire in the abdomen" and returned to its original state.

The blacksmith burst into laughter: "You're a cultivator of alchemy, so you're at my mercy!"

Xu Yuan couldn't resist the urge to charge forward.

But as soon as he moved, he was led by the band and his body twisted strangely a few times.

Xu Yuan stopped again, his brows furrowed as he pondered a solution.

They were still dozens of feet away from the large ship, and the light from the ox-horn lamps could not reach them.

Xu Yuan glanced at the wood, and the "Puppet Shop" was carving with lightning speed, the piece of wood in his hand was gradually taking shape!
"We can't let this drag on!"

The longer you drag it out, the worse it will be for you.

Once the puppet from the "Puppet Shop" is finished, even more terrifying tricks might be used against him.

In that instant, Xu Yuan had several choices.

There's only one drop of the sap left.

I'm a little reluctant to part with it.

If Xu Yuan were to use the sword pellet to challenge the blacksmith again, he would be absolutely certain that he could reclaim his iron hammer with his sword.

But he'll probably get hit with a hammer.

Although it can be repaired immediately with "intestinal fire" once it enters the abdomen, this wastes time.

Kenmaru needs to spin around one more time to kill the "musical troupe," and he himself needs to kill the musical troupe before he can stop the "puppet show" from carving.

The puppet carving is almost finished.

Xu Yuan made a quick decision, took out the water bowl, and gently sprinkled the water of sorrow down.

Blah blah blah...

A mighty river, known as the Shangshui River, surges forth.

This water can melt souls and metals.

The blacksmith stood at the very front, facing the great river, and quickly threw out a piece of iron.

With a swing of the sledgehammer, the iron block was smashed into an iron basin with a "clang".

This iron basin has only one function—it's a bottomless pit—it can hold a massive amount of water.

But he misjudged the situation.

The moment the saffron water came into contact with the iron basin, the iron basin immediately melted.

The blacksmith was taken aback: "What's going on...?"

It was too late for him to escape; the mighty Shangshui River crashed down with a deafening roar.

The spirit of the "Blacksmith's Guild" melted away along with the iron hammer in his hand.

The Shangshui River once again surged with waves like a raging beast, rushing towards the victim's large ship.

"Sail!" the puppeteer shouted, his hands flying swiftly.

The blacksmith's death was not without value; it bought time for the large ship.

The other believers on board immediately began to steer the boat.

A sword pellet flew by, and the puppeteer kept his eyes fixed on it. If the pellet flew towards him, he would use his carving knife to block it.

But as Kenmaru headed straight for the music troupe, the puppeteer continued carving at a rapid pace.

This puppet is almost finished. It already looks like Xu Yuan. Only three more cuts are needed. Once it's finished, it will be incredibly lifelike. Under his "magic," the puppet is Xu Yuan, and Xu Yuan is the puppet!
If the puppet's head is cut off, then Xu Yuan's head will be cut off too!
The band couldn't withstand the sword pellets. First, the suona player's head flew into the air, then the drummer's two arms fell off, and he collapsed with a scream.

None of this affected the puppetry business; he prepared to make the third-to-last cut—

The entire ship suddenly shook violently.

This time, the timing of the violent tremor was exceptionally subtle, precisely at the very moment the puppeteer brought down his knife.

sand--

The carving knife went astray, and a long scratch suddenly appeared on the perfect wood carving!

This puppet is ruined!

Fall short!
The puppeteer was furious and turned his head sharply. He saw Xu Yuan stretching out his arms towards the large ship from a distance, seemingly activating some kind of mysterious magic, which shook the large ship beneath his feet!
Beneath the hull, Pilong stretched out his body and swam freely in the water.

It was in sync with Xu Yuan's mind, which is why it was able to seize the opportunity perfectly.

However, Xu Yuan still pretended to be innocent to avoid exposing Pi Long.

The fourth-rate Pilong was incredibly strong in the water; he could easily capsize this ship.

The raging torrent of the Shang River continued to roar and surge. The violent rocking of the large ship not only destroyed the wooden puppets that were about to be carved, but also caused the believers who were steering the ship to fall to the ground. As the ship slowed down, the Shang River began to spread.

The rushing water engulfed the remaining members of the band!
Xu Yuan rushed forward at lightning speed, the sword pellet flying through the air, aimed directly at Muouxing's brow!

With a wave of his hand, the puppeteer conjured a cross-shaped rod in mid-air.

Invisible threads hung down from above, suspending the puppeteer himself, turning him into a marionette and lifting him into the air, thus avoiding the vast, mournful waters below.

Xu Yuan leaped onto the large ship, and the sword pellet followed closely behind, shooting towards him at high speed.

The puppeteer snorted coldly, took a pile of puppets from his arms, and threw them down—

The first thing to be affected is a "blacksmith shop" puppet!
Although its movements were stiff, it was faster than the blacksmith himself, and the hammer in its hand came crashing down quickly.

Bang!

The sword pellet was deformed by the impact and nearly fell into the waters of sorrow.

This time, Xu Yuan finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The other puppets are the entire orchestra!

The distorted music started playing again.

Xu Yuan almost cursed out loud.

The puppetry had already sculpted these people around them.

I just never dared to let my "partners" know.

The puppet, high in the air, revealed a triumphant grin.

He took out another piece of wood, his carving knife flying swiftly: "You have no chance!"

"With the experience I just had, I'll be able to carve even faster!"

This time, there was no need to observe Xu Yuan's appearance; everything was already under control.

Although these puppets can only last for half an hour, as long as they can stop Xu Yuan, it will be enough to determine the outcome of this battle.

But he saw Xu Yuan defiantly resist the music of the band, two fiery wheels rising from his feet as he charged toward the band!

As soon as he moved, he was affected by the music, and Xu Yuan's whole body began to twist strangely.

But this twisting motion failed to break Xu Yuan's bones!
Xu Yuan's "no taboos" shines brightly!
They strongly resisted the trickery of the music troupe.

With the addition of "searching bones like insects" and the fourth-rate dragon transformation technique, Xu Yuan was able to stay by the side of the music troupe.

It was because the distance was too far.

Xu Yuan estimated that he couldn't hold on for that long.

The ox-horn lamp rose again, its light now covering the puppets.

The puppeteer saw the blacksmith's puppet suddenly transform into a wooden knife, flailing helplessly through the air.

The band suddenly transformed into a flock of chicks, falling into the murky water below, clucking and squawking as if they were about to drown.

The puppeteer suddenly realized: This guy clearly has this ability, so why didn't he use it just now?

He clearly used it this time, so why did he risk having his body twisted to keep getting closer?

The puppeteer immediately understood: "Let's go!"

The cross in the void flew away swiftly, taking the puppet back more than ten feet.

The light from the ox-horn lamp was about to envelop the puppet show, and Xu Yuan thought to himself, "What a pity."

But Kenmaru followed closely behind.

The River of Sorrow had already poured into every cabin of the large ship, submerging the suffering believers inside, their souls melting into the river water.

Xu Yuan suddenly felt like he was being pricked by needles.

In the distance, a pitiful one-eyed gaze was fixed on him!
When the blacksmiths and the music troupe were killed, the victims were not paying attention to this matter.

But all the believers on the ship died, and the aggrieved man could no longer bear it.

This ship is his temple.

The believers on the ship were the people he was most comfortable using.

After the temple is built, he will bring all these people into the temple so that they can serve him forever.

Moreover, the fact that all these people died also shows that the puppetry was indeed unable to hold on.

However, Banlan Gong, who had been suppressed by the aggrieved party, suddenly let out a strange laugh and unleashed his full power to entangle the aggrieved party tightly.

With a sudden thought, the aggrieved man reached out and grabbed the broker from the sea of ​​suffering in the world.

His injuries have almost fully healed.

The aggrieved person used the sea of ​​suffering in the world to divert his pain.

The excruciating pain from his physical injuries transformed into agony in his soul; it was as if he had been tortured in some kind of hell.

Although his injuries healed rapidly, his soul was exhausted and his soul power was extremely weak.

The aggrieved party flung his hand, and the tooth flew up.

From the sea of ​​suffering below, a wave suddenly surged up, crashing against the broker and sending him flying far away toward the large ship.

Xu Yuan felt a surge of crisis: He had to resolve the puppetry issue as quickly as possible!
The puppet shop threw out several more puppets, all of which were the construction crews, banquet crews, butchers, and so on that he usually carved.

But like other crafts, these puppets cannot be used in large quantities at the same time.

Artificial objects are too heavy to handle, while puppets require strings to control them.

The puppeteer can only control a limited number of puppets at a time. If too many are placed in the puppeteer's stall, the uncontrollable puppets will take the opportunity to cause trouble and attack him.

"Just buy me some time!" Puppet Master thought to himself, his hands moving swiftly.

The puppet's strength is comparable to the original body, but it can only maintain this state for a limited time.

After the sword pellets killed one batch, he threw out another batch.

But suddenly he felt something was wrong. He looked up and saw a little yellow bird that had appeared above the cross bar at some point!
The puppeteer snorted coldly, "This crossbar is not of this mortal world."

You think this bird will catch my marionette? You've got the wrong idea.

But to everyone's surprise, the little yellow bird actually stretched out its two claws and grabbed the cross bar, then shook it violently.

Fortunately, the puppeteer quickly withdrew his hand this time, preventing the second wooden carving from being destroyed.

"what happened?!"

"What is this thing?!"

The puppeteer was taken aback, his shoulders jerked, and he detached himself from the marionette, falling downwards.

Fortunately, the floodwaters are all on the big ship right now.

The puppeteer was already far from the large ship when it crashed heavily into the mud on the riverbank.

He got up, made a powerful cut, and only a few more strokes were needed.

Xu Yuan chased after him on his fiery wheels, and the yellow-bodied oriole in the sky also swooped down.

But Mu Puxing's eyes were resolute; even if he had to take a hard blow, he was determined to finish the wood carving.

But Xu Yuan and Huang Shenying hadn't arrived yet. When he swung his knife, he just flicked his finger and ruined the carving!
"I..." Puppet Master could hardly believe it: "I made a mistake?!"

"How could I possibly make a mistake!"

Xu Yuan's "Life Lake Fire Tide" and "Feasting for Misfortune and Turning to Good Fortune" erupted at the same time!
During the "Lake of Destiny Fire Tide," the Lake of Good Fortune had already filled up and erupted all at once.

"Sacrificing for good fortune amidst misfortune" refers to offering sacrifices to the blacksmiths and the music band!

The puppetry's mishap was caused by overwhelming good fortune.

In a state of utter shock, the puppet was caught in the head by a yellow oriole that swooped down from mid-air.

The sword pellet followed, wrapping around his neck, and a head detached from his body, which was then grabbed by the yellow-bodied oriole and flown high into the air.

Xu Yuan waved his hand and released the Myriad Souls Cloak. Under the pervasive yin energy, it absorbed all the souls around the large ship.

But Xu Yuan immediately frowned; something seemed amiss with these souls.

Their "body and soul" have long been dedicated to the victims.

The blacksmith shops and the bands have vanished.

Only the puppeteer was missing a small piece of his soul, but somehow he managed to make up for it!
The part that was being replaced was clearly not his soul, but the compatibility with him was quite good.

I don't know which of his relatives it is...

The missing piece must be where the victim controlled his soul.

Xu Yuan couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It turned out that the puppet shop was the traitor working for the victim!
The puppet shop probably never imagined that after escaping the clutches of its victim, it would fall into the hands of Xu Yuan.

His soul looked bewildered within the Ten Thousand Souls Cloak. The three-headed demon and Bao Ge pounced on him, trying to devour him to strengthen themselves.

If I don't eat, I'll be eaten by the other side, their strength will increase dramatically, which will be a huge disadvantage for me.

But they didn't expect that the puppetry was quite accomplished in matters of the soul—otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to escape the control of the victim's soul without being noticed by the victim.

The three parties instantly clashed within the Ten Thousand Souls Cloak, causing a surge of Yin energy.

It's like... cats fighting, with cat hair flying everywhere...

Xu Yuan ignored them, put away the Myriad Souls Handkerchief, and suddenly heard a voice in his ear:
"I'll give you a cheap price..."

The brokerage firm put in a lot of effort this time, and as soon as the words were spoken, all the evil spirits hidden in the canal and on the riverbank began to stir up agitation!

Even the tree spirit, which had been frozen in place after its branch was broken, suddenly opened its blood-red eyes beneath the bark.

"This person's flesh and blood belong to you all. All I want is for each of you to give me a breath of Yin energy!"

Xu Yuan immediately felt himself being pulled by countless thoughts around him.

These evil spirits are not of high quality.

Having learned from their previous mistake, the brokers dared not sell Xu Yuan to the evil spirit again.

Even if something goes wrong with this "deal," he can suppress the evil spirits around him.

But all these thoughts entangled Xu Yuan together, as if countless thin threads were wrapped around him.

One or two won't have any effect, but ten or a hundred will be somewhat of a hindrance.

And now, there are over a thousand!
There weren't many evil spirits on the shore, but there were far too many in the river.

As soon as the broker uttered those words, the water in that section of the canal seemed to boil.

Countless small evil spirits leaped from the river, and even more swam over from afar.

The broker suddenly reappeared, holding a contract high in his hand: "Contract signed—absolutely binding!"

After this contract appeared, the "fine threads" binding Xu Yuan became even stronger.

Xu Yuan sneered: "Fine, bring it on!"

boom--

Flames erupted from his abdomen, enveloping Xu Yuan inside.

The raging flames instantly deterred those little evil spirits!
The river churned even more violently, and they leaped out of the water to hurl a curse at Ya Xing in a cryptic language.

Are you giving us a discount?
You're trying to screw us over!
Why don't you try one? One bite and you'll feel a burst of fire!

"Hahaha!" The broker laughed loudly, still holding up the contract in his hand: "As long as you agree and sign the contract, I will help you finalize this deal!"

The evil spirits nodded in agreement.

Then, strange, dense markings quickly appeared on the contract.

It could be a signature, a handprint, or... I don't know what part of it was pressed upwards.

The contract was only three feet in size, but there were too many evil spirits who wanted to sign it, so the marks were layered on top of each other, but as long as they were on, it was valid!
The aura emanating from Ya Xing grew increasingly deep and sinister, so thick with yin energy that he no longer seemed like a living person.

He held the contract in his hand and walked towards Xu Yuan step by step with a sinister smile on his face.

"Just now, due to a moment of carelessness, you, this corrupt official, took advantage of the situation."

"You won't have another chance this time!"

The brokerage business was already third-rate, and now it's burdened with "commissions" from thousands of evil spirits.

This commission allows him to directly utilize all the power of evil spirits.

But despite his imposing and confident demeanor, he saw a mocking smile on Xu Yuan's face.

Xu Yuan raised his hand and pointed to the canal behind him: "Look."

The broker sneered, "Such childish tricks are not worth making a fool of yourself with."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a clear, resounding shout coming from the river behind him: "Cast the net!"

A "net for catching the sky" spanned the entire canal, splashing up a dense spray of water on the surface before falling into the water.

The broker couldn't help but turn his head to look...

Xu Miaozhi's river camp was very close to the canal, and a tall watchtower was built in the middle of it.

The Grand Canal Administration had originally stopped setting up a net to catch fish in Jiaozhi.

Jiaozhi had been conquered for over a century.

Moreover, the local people were obedient, and there had been no rebellions for a long time.

However, through his family connections, Xu Miaozhi obtained a special exception from the Grand Canal government, granting the military camp a net to catch criminals.

The reason was quite valid: the establishment of this military camp was for the purpose of conquering Ghost Witch Mountain.

The evil spirits in Ghost Mountain are no weaker than those in the Grand Canal.

Naturally, a sky-catching net is needed.

When Xu Miaozhi came to join the battle, he naturally installed the best craftsmen in the military camp on the warships.

This net is even bigger than the one Gu Tongzhen had before.

With one net cast, all the evil spirits in the entire river fell into the net!

These evil spirits are not very powerful, but they are numerous.

The Heavenly Net is best suited to deal with this kind of situation.

The contract at the brokerage firm contained thousands of evil spirits, but ninety percent of them were in the river.

Those on shore only account for 10%.

Once caught in the net, the power that the contract can draw upon suddenly decreases by 90%!

The broker had thought he could lift the mountain with one hand, but suddenly he lost 90% of his strength. The huge drop made him feel weak for a moment.

His soul was already exhausted, and now his body suddenly "lost its strength," causing him to feel dizzy.

Just then, a small, shiny sword slashed across his neck!

laugh--

Blood spurts!
Xu Yuan was also surprised: "It really is a child's trick, but it actually worked!"

Xu Yuan never expected that his finger strike, Ya Xing's turn, and the sword ball's sneak attack would actually slice open Ya Xing's neck with a single sword strike!

The broker never expected that he would die from such a "naive" conspiracy!
Following the principle of taking a chance even if there's no guarantee of success, Xu Yuan threw out the Ten Thousand Souls Cloak again, covering the broker's body with it.

The victims in the distance had already sensed the death of the brokerage firm.

A series of waves surged up in the sea of ​​suffering in the world, lifting him high.

In his single eye, boundless pain welled up, and his abilities reached their peak.

"You are fools!" The aggrieved man's voice was hoarse, as if he were enduring all the suffering of the mortal world.

"You're forcing me to build a temple ahead of schedule!"

"You have personally caused the death of 20% of the population in Champa!"

The aggrieved party certainly did not want to build a temple ahead of schedule.

He could vaguely sense that the men he had sent to the eight counties below were probably all gone.

At this point, the chances of successfully forcibly establishing a temple are slim.

Even if you succeed, your own "temple" will be inherently flawed.

But given the situation, the aggrieved party had no choice but to take action!

He not only wanted to kill 20% of the city's population, but also wanted everyone present, especially that corrupt official Xu Yuan, to be trapped in deep pain and self-blame for the rest of their lives!

You're the one who killed these people!
But Xu Yuan, riding on his fiery wheels, soared into the air and retorted impatiently, "Not a single person in the city will die. Old Master Luo already figured out how to cut off your magic."

Aunt Jiang, who serves the young master, is also second-rate; she didn't lift a finger from beginning to end. You don't actually think she did nothing in the city, do you?

Xu Yuan asked Grandpa Luo to do the calculation again, not to calculate the location of the victim, but to calculate how to prevent the victim's "bitterness" from taking effect.

(End of this chapter)