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Chapter 460 Heaven! The Tianjing Incident

Chapter 460 Heaven! The Tianjing Incident (13)

Wuwuwu——

The familiar sound of a steam whistle grew louder as it approached.

An old train burning coal slowly appeared.

Although this train was stopped by ghosts on its way to the Republic of China era, causing it to explode.

But this spacetime is still intact.

This was the second time Zhuang Boshi had taken the train, and he was much more at ease.

He skillfully handed the three Xianfeng Tongbao coins to the ticket seller, had his ticket checked, boarded the train, and took his seat.

Ignoring the passengers, Zhuang Boshi once again took out the cloth brocade bearing the blood and tears of the ghost cabinet.

To this day, he still has no leads.

But soon, the next era will have to confront one of these gods.

He's like a soldier being driven into battle, only aware of the enemy's flag ahead.

Which general is leading the troops, how many troops are there, what is the troop deployment, and how many planes and artillery are there?
I know nothing about it.

All the information was found in these scribbles on the cloth.

However, no matter how Zhuang Boshi looked at it, he could hardly make out anything from the abstract scribbles.

The first question is about the inverted cross, which represents the devil.

So what does the reverse swastika represent? Could it be the demon Buddha?

There's also an anti-Tai Chi, Lao Tzu?

Are all these ghosts and spirits having a team-building activity?
But what good is knowing a name?

What about their abilities and weaknesses?
Does the Ghost God possess the art of divine pronouncements?
Do we need to find a Lance of Nunu & Co. to nail it in?

If the Demon Buddha knows the Tathagata Palm, should he find a Peacock King to swallow him, or should he find a Buddha without heaven?

What about Laozi? He found a Monkey King to overturn his Eight Trigrams Furnace?

What does the Möbius strip in the middle represent?
Does the last eye represent Yang Jian?

But wasn't he buried in the future?
Completely bewildered, he had no room for error now; every trip was a one-way ticket with no return.

If you encounter three gods without any preparation, unless Chu Xuan appears out of nowhere, and it has to be the complete version, there's really no way to play.

Unfortunately, it cannot be reduced.

But no matter how insufficient it is, we can only grit our teeth and move forward.

Theoretically speaking, if one were to travel to different times and spaces...

Since the entity behind the scenes was able to suppress Yang Jian, it would naturally be no problem for them to travel across time and space to hunt him down.

But so far, it seems that it only made a move once during a brief interval.

In the Republican era, there were countless good opportunities, but it never took action.

Is it because it's locked up in the eighteenth level of hell, or because something has bound its hands and feet?

Yang Jian is now trapped, his past, present, and future are all blocked, like a dead dog.

Theoretically, there should be no ability to restrain it.

So who?

Did it replace Yang Jian and tie its hands and feet?
Dudu!

The old, dull whistle interrupted his thoughts.

The further you go, the older and more dilapidated the train seems to become.

I wonder what kind of vehicle it was in previous dynasties.

The ghost train began to roll forward, plunging headlong into the chaotic ghost realm.

rustling
Those vengeful spirits have begun to revive.

Zhuang Boshi sighed, turned around, and looked at the strange and grotesque ghosts.

"Seriously, can't you just let me have some peace and quiet!"

With each step taken, the vengeful spirits staggered and fell.

but--

A cold wind brushed against the back of his neck.

The hairs on my body stood on end instantly.

Strange noises came from outside the window.

He turned back sharply.

Gradually, the entire train window was reflected with a thick red, as if a bucket of congealing blood had been splashed on it.

Whoosh, the cold wind is getting stronger.

The red color is rapidly receding.

Zhuang Boshi then realized that it wasn't blood-red paint.

Instead, it was a huge, blood-red pupil with an inverted cross floating on the surface of the iris.

The owner of the giant eye had grayish-white rims around his eye sockets, resembling rotting flesh.

She was staring at him intently.

"Got you."

The sound was like a wet rag wiping a rusty steel pipe, sticky and rubbing against the eardrums as it drilled into the brain.

boom!
The car suddenly tilted violently.

The ghost train looked like it had crashed into a mountain.

It started to fall apart again.

The moment Zhuang Boshi fell from the train, he saw the enormous, blood-red phantom that squeezed into the time tunnel from outside the world.

And, in front of the Blood Shadow, that tiny gray figure.

"Be careful."

"remember--"

"It can deal with vengeful ghosts."

"Only ghosts."

A gentle voice echoed in his ears.
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A light, drizzling night rain enveloped the capital city of Tianjing.

The torrential rain, carrying a chill, poured down, creating a convection current with the hot river wind blowing from the port, which then lashed directly at people's faces.

The heavy dampness pattered against the screen wall in the room, making the figures of Jesus, Peter, John, and their disciples in Guangxi costumes in the murals appear as if they were shedding tears.

The ancient capital of six dynasties and the site of ten dynasties.

Everything was shrouded in an endless curtain of rain.

A clap of thunder, and then a torrential downpour.

Thousands of assassins waded through the floodwaters on the streets of Tianjing, and a terrible massacre was about to unfold.

The Heavenly Father killed the Heavenly Brother.

The country is impassable.

Not only the Eastern King's Mansion, but also the Eastern King's supporters and a large number of innocent people were dragged into this farcical infighting.

The numerous assassins all shouted, "By the secret edict of the Heavenly King, we will eliminate the Eastern rebels!" They killed anyone they saw, regardless of age or gender.

The city of Tianjing instantly transformed into a hellish scene, with countless people bursting into wild laughter.

On the night of Tianjing, blood flowed like a river.

When Zhuang Boshi opened his eyes again, the strong smell of blood and burning candles irritated his nostrils.

The room was littered with corpses, and the bed curtains were covered in blood.

On the two pillars on either side, a couplet was pasted on yellow paper with red characters, one side of which read "The feudal lords of the Eastern Kingdom act on behalf of Heaven."

The other side reads, "The royal domain stretches for a thousand miles, and the land extends without end."

Zhuang Boshi was filled with questions, wondering where he was.

How did I end up in a room after falling from a ghost train?

He went outside, only to find himself surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

At a glance, at least several thousand guards, eunuchs, and women were hacked to death.

Extremely miserable.

Judging from their clothing and appearance, combined with the Xianfeng Tongbao coin I had paid earlier.

So we've arrived in Tianjin!
No, it's Tianjing!
It's still the Tianjing from the Tianjing Rebellion!
Tens of thousands of people were killed or decapitated, and the capital city of Tianjing was submerged in a sea of blood.

This was the darkest, most treacherous, and bloodiest day in the history of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

He gasped.

Something's happened! Something really has happened!
You really shouldn't make grand pronouncements.

What it won't target.

It struck again in a historical rift, destroying yet another ghost train.

Force yourself to fall.

Zhuang Boshi walked out. This should be the Eastern Prince's residence.

The residence of Yang Xiuqing, the most powerful figure in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

The Eastern Prince's Mansion occupied the largest area in Tianjing City, extending six or seven li from east to west.

But at this moment, the evening breeze stirred, blowing many raindrops onto the corpse.

Rainwater mixed with blood, converging to form streams.

Pools of blood accumulated in this luxurious mansion.

He looked up and saw the magnificent and splendid Eastern Palace, the most outstanding building in Tianjing.

According to the ritual system, the official name of the Eastern King's Palace is the Nine Heavens Palace.

Yang Xiuqing plundered all the skilled craftsmen in the Jiangning area to build the palace.

The beams, pillars, pavilions, and terraces of the Prince's Mansion were all exquisitely carved beyond compare.

At this very moment, blood and fire illuminate the sky, accompanied by cries, wails, and shouts of battle.

The sounds of slaughter were incessant; no matter how magnificent and splendid the architecture, it could not withstand the massacre.

Zhuang Boshi pushed open the gate and walked out of the East King Palace.

Outside, hundreds of elite swordsmen, their knives and axes gleaming red, were gathering.

The door is open.

They all turned their heads and saw a clean-cut man with a shaved head walking out of the Eastern King's mansion, which was filled with corpses.

Driven by bloodlust, they lacked the capacity for critical thinking to analyze why the Eastern Prince's Mansion, which had been confirmed three times to be devoid of survivors, was now facing such a situation.

Another living person appeared.

They wouldn't even consider that this person saw a soldier wielding a sharp blade.

Why didn't they escape?

Several card-wielding men rushed over indifferently.

As if it were a habit, they drew their swords and attacked without thinking.

Snapped!
Before it could even get within five steps of him, it was reduced to a pile of minced meat.

"Form ranks!!" roared a brigadier general in armor.

More than two hundred Taiping soldiers then surrounded them from both sides, with the archers in the rear already drawing their bows.

“I didn’t want to kill you.” Zhuang Boshi shook his head.

The figure vanished from the soldier's sight in the next moment.

By the time the card-wielders saw him again, their heads were already flying into the sky.

Two hundred assassins, two hundred heads, flew into the sky in unison.

pop-

More than two hundred headless corpses fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

This scene was also witnessed by several card players who had just come out from next door.

Even though they were all seasoned soldiers who had fought their way through battlefields, they were all frozen in place upon seeing this terrifying scene.

All eyes finally settled on the leader, a young man who swallowed hard, pulled a musket from his robes, and pointed it at Zhuang Boshi, saying:
"A secret edict from the Heavenly King: The Northern King has ordered that everyone in the Eastern King's residence must die."

Even if an angel descends.

"No exception!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The bullet was fired, but the person in front of him did not fall.

To Zhuang Boshi, the rate of fire of this musket was slower than that of an ant.

However, he grabbed the few golden bullets in his hand.

It feels somewhat like a temporal and spatial distortion.

"The angels you speak of are the demon tamers?" He looked at the terrified card-wielding men.

"You all think I'm a ghost tamer?"

The soldiers turned and ran, but the leader seemed to have given up the struggle.

He threw down his weapon with a wry smile: "You're not an angel after all!"

"As for ghost tamers, I've never heard of them."

"Answer a few questions and I'll spare your life," Zhuang Boshi said coldly.

"Where are you from?"

He replied decisively, “Reporting to Your Excellency, I am Tan Yetong from Baise, Guangxi.”

"Following the Western King to conquer Tianjing, I was fortunate enough to obtain the position of brigade commander."

The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's military system was chaotic, but Zhuang Boshi still knew that five hundred men constituted a brigade.

A fellow villager from Guangxi actually only managed to get the position of brigade commander.

Zhuang Boshi continued, "How many angels are there in your heavenly kingdom?"

Tan Yetong is also quite straightforward: "Anyone above the sixth rank is an angel."

Zhuang Boshi was taken aback: "How many sixth-rank nobles do you have?"

"Since March, there have been as many as 20,000."

"Even in the capital city, there are more than ten thousand."

Zhuang Boshi took a deep breath: "These angels can all borrow the power of evil spirits?"

“There are no evil spirits in heaven, only angels,” Tan Yetong said with a wry smile.

“They descend from heaven to their brothers and sisters, and the lords possess power that is unimaginable to ordinary people, but alas, only the most devout can be favored.”

Good heavens, angels can be vengeful ghosts!

Even knowing that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom abused titles, and knowing that there were more than 10,000 ghost tamers in this city, Zhuang Boshi still found it somewhat unbelievable.

No, these are not demon tamers!
Rather, they are merely ghost servants who carry the mysteries of heaven!

"Where is the Eastern King?" Zhuang Boshi asked.

The Tianjing Rebellion in the Heavenly Kingdom was caused by the death of the Eastern King.

To understand the current chaos, we need to find Yang Xiuqing.

Just how deep has the blood cross penetrated?

Furthermore, it is very likely that only the leaders of the Kingdom of Heaven would know how to imprison the Blood Cross!

This is a clue!
Tan Yetong's face turned pale as she pointed in the direction of the Heavenly King Palace.

"The Eastern King was bound and taken to the Heavenly King's Palace."

"The Northern King said he would give way to the Eastern King."

"Officially ascended to heaven."

"Heh." Zhuang Boshi felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing these calm words.

It felt like being stared at by that giant eye while on a ghost train.

This ascension to heaven was by no means an ascension in the ordinary sense.

That terrifying blood cross may be about to descend.

Tan Yitong exclaimed: "The Heavenly King receives divine revelation, the Eastern King strategizes, the Western King is brave and skilled in battle, the Southern King establishes official positions and systems, the Northern King is adept at financial management, and the Wing King is skilled at commanding detachments. None of them can be missing."

"The early deaths of the Western King and the Southern King were already a great misfortune."

"Among the rest of the masses, there are few who can make up for it. Originally, the Heavenly King ruled by doing nothing, and the Eastern King managed the military and political affairs, which could be considered a good policy. If it could continue for a long time, it would be a blessing for the Heavenly Kingdom. What a pity!"

"You do have some insight," Zhuang Boshi said, quite surprised. "With such insight, how come you were still just a minor brigade commander after the Guangxi Uprising?"

“I am not a devout believer.” Tan Yetong smiled bitterly: “Ever since the Heavenly King met that missionary from the West and received divine revelation from the Father, he has become increasingly strange.”

“Even the entire kingdom of heaven has changed.”

“I often hear that the councils of kings are in great turmoil.”

"The Eastern King once said something."

"It's too late, He's coming."

Who is coming?
Zhuang Boshi had found the answer in his heart.

He waved his hand and said, "You're an honest man, I won't kill you."

"leave."

"The farther the better."

Tan Yetong smiled bitterly: "I can't leave."

"Today's Tianjing."

"Not a single living person was able to get out."

"Why!" Zhuang Boshi asked.