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Chapter 464 Heaven! The Seven Deadly Sins, The Gluttony of the Starving Ghost

Chapter 464 Heaven! The Seven Deadly Sins, Starving Ghost = Gluttony (24)

Not right.

Something is definitely wrong.

Standing at the entrance of Dachang City, Zhuang Boshi's steps froze.

As the unguarded gate opened by itself, a sticky, damp smell carrying the stench of blood rushed out.

The smell was extremely pungent, like the stench of rotting flesh fermenting in pus and blood, hitting the nasal cavity directly.

“Quack, quack…”

The soft grinding sound was like someone repeatedly grinding some bone fragments with their loose teeth.

The sound was coming from inside the city, which sent chills down his spine.

Pang Qingyun had already entered through the gate. He turned around, his face half in light and half in shadow, making it difficult to discern his expression.

He calmly asked Zhuang Boshi, "Brother Zhuang, why don't you come in?"

"While it's still early, we still need to pay our respects to Lord Li."

Is it still early?

It was getting dark.

But there wasn't a single light in Dachang City!

Is the military camp you're going to, or the graveyard?

Zhuang Boshi suddenly tightened the reins and said expressionlessly, "Forget it, Brother Pang, I think we should head directly west."

"I suddenly remembered that I haven't taken care of something important, so I have to go back quickly."

"What could be more important than seeing Lord Li?" Pang Qingyun asked in a low voice.

"And aren't you hungry? You've been traveling for half a day, you must be starving. I've heard that Lord Li is most skilled at hosting banquets of a hundred tables."

"Why don't we enjoy this meal before we leave?"

Gulu, gulu.

Zhuang Boshi even heard the rumbling stomachs coming from the bandits.

In the rainy night, they were all so hungry that their eyes were practically glowing green.

Zhuang Boshi wiped the rain off his face: "My female dog is about to give birth."

"I have to go deliver her baby."

As he spoke, he turned his horse around.

Unexpectedly, an arm suddenly gripped the reins tightly.

Zhao Erhu.

"Brother Zhuang, it's so late, we can't even see the road clearly. What if we fall off our horses or run into bandits?" Zhao Erhu asked with unusual urgency.

"Let's rest in the city for a day."

Let's set off again tomorrow.

The warmth of the gathering made Zhuang Boshi's heart sink.

Zhuang Boshi smiled insincerely and said, "I have my own ways of protecting myself."

"Brother Erhu, the road ahead is long, I'll go first."

Zhuang Boshi tried to pull the reins away from Zhao Erhu.

But Zhao Erhu held the reins like an iron clamp, making them completely immovable.

His pupils were green, an extremely abnormal green, like the ink abyss that wanted to suck people in.

His hands were becoming stiff and cold, like a corpse that had been dead for several days.

“Brother Zhuang, it’s getting late, let’s go into the city.” Jiang Wuyang also took his reins, his attitude completely different from when he resisted earlier.

"I won't bother you any longer. My female dog had a puppy late in life, and I need to go take care of it as soon as possible." Zhuang Boshi's smile was very stiff. He directly activated the gene lock and slammed it hard into Jiang Wuyang's neck.

Jiang Wuyang was sent flying backward, his collar was ripped open, and a black inverted cross fell out.

"Oh dear! This can't fall!"

Jiang Wuyang, soaking wet and expressionless, hung the cross around his broken neck.

Zhuang Boshi's eyelids twitched wildly. Ignoring everything, he spurred the horse hard, and the old horse struggled to push Zhao Erhu aside.

However, the more than four hundred men who had come with Pang Qingyun to join the army blocked his way, shouting in unison, "Brother Zhuang, let's go into the city!"

"Come into town!"

In everyone's eyes, it was as dark as the night.

At the gate of Dachang City, the sounds of heavy objects being dragged across the ground and the dragging footsteps grew closer.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the horse's hooves were already sinking into the rainwater.

Zhuang Boshi knew he couldn't delay any longer.

“Look, an airplane,” Zhuang Boshi suddenly pointed to the sky.

Everyone looked up.

A dozen or so small iron balls fell toward them.

You country bumpkins, times have changed!
The powerful explosion and shockwave of the specially made small hand grenade from Zhongzhou directly destroyed the formation blocking their path.

Severed limbs were scattered, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

At the same time, he pressed the muzzle of the gun against Zhao Erhu's forehead, pulled the trigger, and Zhao Erhu's head exploded instantly.

He whipped the horse and galloped away.

However, the half-crippled bandits behind him did not wail or scream.

They continued to shout hoarsely.

"Brother Zhuang, let's go into town!"

"Into the city! Into the city!"

The sound grew increasingly strange, like the howl of a vengeful ghost squeezed from its throat.

Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!

It wasn't just the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom that had problems!

The Qing court isn't clean either!

They're all ghosts!!

Torrential rain.

Zhuang Boshi spurred his horse forward with difficulty.

After rushing for three miles, a dark wall of people blocked their way.

In the middle of the road stood Qing soldiers with dark, bluish-black faces, their eyes vacant and lifeless, their complexions ashen.

The flag on the side belongs to Li, the Jiangsu Governor and Commander of the Huai Army.

Below the character 【李】 is a giant mouth with bared fangs, inside which hangs an upside-down black cross.

Eight people carried a huge sedan chair out of the darkness. The sedan chair landed heavily, and a tall figure stepped out from it.

With sharp fangs, a blood-stained, bulging belly, and bits of human flesh hanging from its mouth, it was gnawing on a thick human leg, the crunching sound clearly audible. Although the face was unfamiliar, Zhuang Boshi recognized the ghost at a glance.

Who else could it be but a starving ghost!

The identity of the starving ghost is Li Hongzhang, the Jiangsu governor and commander of the garrison in Dachang City!

And the Qing soldiers around him.

It's at least a stage three ghost child!

He cracked his whip, turned his horse around, and galloped away.

If we don't run now, we'll become snacks for starving ghosts!
Old Ma tried his best, but he still wasn't fast enough. Behind him, the Qing soldiers and their lackeys caught up with lightning speed.

Even though Bosch kept throwing grenades to slow down the attack, he was getting closer and closer.

Zhuang Boshi took out a potent stimulant from his spatial bracelet and injected it into the horse's belly.

The warhorse coughed up a mouthful of blood, its speed increased dramatically, and it finally widened the distance between them.

But he still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

On the hillside ahead, a group of Qing soldiers, shirtless, with bloodshot eyes and standing on end, carrying a tattered flag, surged towards them in a siege formation against the torrential rain.

Their banner bore the inscription "Bao," the Zhejiang Provincial Commander-in-Chief of the Hunan Army, with a black cross surrounded by flames of anger below.

If it weren't for the heavy rain, they would have been caught up with because they couldn't run fast enough.

Zhuang Boshi had no choice but to turn around again and escape to a small river.

A boat drifted downstream, and from it came the sounds of warbling birds.

The flag above it bears the name of Ma, the General of Anqing and Governor of Zhejiang, and beneath it is a pair of men and women entangled on a cross.

Do it! Do it! Do it!

A giant mouth, rage, and lust between men and women.

Now, he finally understood who the Qing court truly worshipped as a god.

Two sides of the same coin as God: Satan, the antichrist.

Li Hongzhang, who was known for his gluttony.

Bao Chao was furious.

Ma Xinyi was driven by lust.

And there are also greed, sloth, envy, and pride that are closing in.

The generals of the Qing court, like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, were all part of the Ghost God.

He treats the human world as a chessboard.

Playing against yourself.

All people are nothing more than puppets in the hands of a cruel god; no matter how much they struggle, they cannot escape their predetermined fate.

Zhuang Boshi's face turned pale, and he whipped the horse's rump relentlessly.

Old Ma unleashed astonishing strength and leaped across the river.

However, they ran for nearly fifty miles.

Old Ma finally collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.

"Old Ma—"

"Old Ma!!"

Zhuang Boshi had no choice but to dismount and run quickly forward into the wind and rain.

But in the distance, the sound of a massive army shaking the ground could already be heard.

They're coming after us!

But ahead lies a dead end.

A massive, surging river blocked his escape route.

Yangtze.

The continuous rains have caused the Yangtze River to rise and surge, almost like a vast ocean.

Behind them, seven flags had already appeared at the edge of their line of sight.

"Is this necessary?!" Zhuang Boshi's face turned green.

Was it really necessary to mobilize the Seven Deadly Sins and hundreds of thousands of Qing troops to hunt down just one person?
If it's still in good condition, I wouldn't even glance at it.

"A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs!" Zhuang Boshi had just shouted.

The countless blood angels on the horizon also came over.

Dry!
They really don't give people a way to survive.

Zhuang Boshi no longer hesitated.

"Mother Yangtze River, please bless me!"

After saying that, he jumped in.

Before the Qing court's ghost slaves and blood angels arrived at the Yangtze River.

A pale bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

The rain came down in sheets.

The water level rose rapidly.

The upstream passage is blocked.

Stretching for thousands of miles.