Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 306 New Mission

Zhang Jingtian nodded.

He knew that in such a region where almost both sides had suffered heavy casualties, there would definitely be some monsters that liked the dead, or a Scourge army with special purposes coming over.

If there are any survivors, they are heroes, and we must not let them fall into the hands of these monsters.

Even if there were no survivors, Zhang Jingtian planned to kill these guys directly.

He could hardly believe that the Seventh District had the courage and ability to organize a group of people to resist the Scourge in this environment.

After Zhang Jingtian agreed, Mr. Li looked at Zhang Jingtian and said softly, "I know that your spiritual power is almost limitless, and your heroic spirit also has the aura of a god."

After Mr. Li finished speaking, Zhang Jingtian's face still showed shock.

Because he didn't expect that Mr. Li would actually see right through him.

Thinking about it, it's reasonable that the other party could become a god-level card maker and possess such abilities and observation skills.

"Hmm." Zhang Jingtian didn't know how to react to the other party, so he could only give a perfunctory reply.

Mr. Li sensed Zhang Jingtian's nervousness, or rather, his caution, and laughed: "Don't worry, who among us who has reached this level doesn't have a few secrets? It's normal, and I didn't mean to question you."

Zhang Jingtian nodded, appearing somewhat relaxed.

"I just want to tell you that your physique is special, and your potential is greater than any of ours, so if you have any questions, you can come to me."

Zhang Jingtian bid farewell to Mr. Li, then took the pile of medicines that Mr. Li had given him—enough for him to use up in a lifetime—and walked out.

Zhang Jingtian then used the vehicle card to head to District Seven.

When he arrived at the territory of the Seventh District, all he saw were endless ruins, and not a single living creature could be seen.

Zhang Jingtian felt a surge of anger, because he knew that countless of his compatriots were buried beneath these ruins.

They are all dead now.

Zhang Jingtian sighed, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

Many times, he hoped he could do something to change the status quo.

Unfortunately, it was always too late.

Zhang Jingtian summoned his own heroic spirit, Daikokuten. After she became a colored card, she looked more and more like the ghost god who controlled life and death.

In the woman's eyes, there was a compassion unique to God.

At this moment, she raised her hand and then whispered to the person in front of her:
"I sensed that there wasn't a single living person down there, only skeletons, and skeletons filled with deep resentment."

If we're not careful, these skeletons might awaken and transform into terrifying monsters.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingtian felt even more distressed.

Because he really couldn't bear to see these people who had sacrificed themselves for them turn into monsters who drew their swords against each other because of their resentment.

Even after they die, can't they live freely?
Zhang Jingtian then raised his head and looked at Daheitian beside him: "Do you have a way to let their souls rest in peace?"

Upon hearing this, Daheitian nodded.

Then she and the Corpse Forest Lord, who looked even more sinister and terrifying, leaving behind a stench of decay wherever he went, walked onto the ground.

Zhang Jingtian knew that they should proceed with the ritual next.

Sure enough, he saw that in the darkness she had opened her arms, and then her hands were making a meaningless churning motion.

Then, the Lord of the Corpse Forest plunged one of his arms into the ground, and countless bones rose from the earth, eventually forming an array. As Mahakala began chanting incantations, the array began to glow, and Zhang Jingtian saw what appeared to be vengeful spirits emerging from it.

The whole process lasted for more than ten minutes. Later, Zhang Jingtian saw that the bones had turned black, as if they had been smoked.

Daheitian glanced at Zhang Jingtian, then whispered in his ear:

"The wronged souls here have all been liberated by us."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, that's good. But is there really no living person left here?"

Zhang Jingtian mounted Yinglong and began to wander around.

Daheitian, on the other hand, used her magic to sense every piece of land beneath her feet, to see if there were any vengeful spirits still living there.

Zhang Jingtian felt that at this rate, he should be able to explore the entire Seventh District in less than half a day.

If there really isn't a single living person here, Zhang Jingtian will feel extremely regretful.

Just when Zhang Jingtian was about to give up hope, he suddenly heard Daheitian's urgent voice:
"Wait, there seems to be someone there! But I can't be sure yet whether it's a person or something else!"

Now that Daheitian is much stronger, it arrived beside that person in the blink of an eye.

Then, in the dark, she pulled the person off the ground with her hands, and to her surprise, the person was still breathing.

It's people!

Zhang Jingtian immediately went over and saw a young man.

His body was even covered with several cards that were already soaked in blood.

These cards were clearly used by the card maker.

After taking one look, Zhang Jingtian understood why this person was able to live: the person was covered in cards meant to save their life.

At this moment, the card maker was blown awake by the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

However, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox explained, "I only lent him a little bit of energy temporarily, but if his own vitality is not strong enough, he may die at any time."

Zhang Jingtian hummed in agreement, looked at the card maker opposite him, and quickly said, "Do you remember, after you did all that, were there any survivors?"

The card maker shook his head: "I... I thought I was going to die, but you'd better get out of here quickly!"

A tense and pained expression appeared on the other person's face.

This allowed Zhang Jingtian to sense the other party's urgent feelings.

"You mean, there's some other terrifying thing here?"

The card maker nodded: "It, it's still alive, it looks like a corpse..."

However, before the card maker could even finish speaking, the card suddenly tilted its head to the side and collapsed to the ground in pain.

Zhang Jingtian frowned, not expecting the card maker to die so quickly.

But what exactly did the other person mean by that?

Could it be that the monster itself is the same as the corpse?
Or is it that its aura is the same as that of a corpse?
At that moment, a loud bang came from behind Zhang Jingtian.

(End of this chapter)