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Chapter 465 Heaven! The Zhang family is still carrying the team!

Chapter 465 Heaven! The Zhang family is still carrying the team! (34)

Zhuang Boshi had just crawled out of the river in a disheveled state.

He never imagined that one day he would have to save his life by jumping into the river.

But he really had no other choice.

I don't know if he was lucky or unlucky.

If we're lucky, we wouldn't have run into a bunch of bandits who had joined the army and almost followed us to the headquarters of the Seven Deadly Sins' Gluttony.

Treat yourself as a takeout delivery and send yourself up.

They were also subjected to a thorough search of the mountains and seas by the Seven Deadly Sins and the Blood Angels, leaving them no choice but to drown themselves in the river to save themselves.

If it was bad luck, then the torrential rain that stopped the pursuers and being swept away by the river did not result in fatal injuries.

It was just a broken hand.

It's nothing serious.

The backlash from FLU should be over by now.

The monsters did not catch him.

He staggered forward and landed at a ferry crossing.

The sky was already beginning to brighten.

At the ferry crossing, an old man spotted him and greeted him warmly.

"Hey buddy, you fell into the water? Come over here and warm up by the fire, it's autumn now and the nights get really cold."

Zhuang Boshi waved his hand and continued walking forward.

A horse seller came over and said, "How about picking out a horse? It's not expensive, only twelve taels of silver. Take a look."

As he spoke, he patted the rump of the horse, which was so thin it was practically skin and bones.

"Young hero, I see you are injured and it's inconvenient for you to travel. I think you have a connection with this horse, so I'll sell it to you at a 30% discount."

Zhuang Boshi snorted, glared at him, and shook his head.

The entire ferry terminal seemed to be alarmed by the appearance of Zhuang Boshi.

Men and women, young and old, all gathered around and followed Zhuang Boshi.

The enthusiasm seemed a little off.

"No need!" Zhuang Boshi casually tossed down two gold beans.

"Anyone who dares to come near again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Unexpectedly, those people didn't even glance at Jin Douzi, but just stared at him with strange looks.

"Sir/Madam".

"Young hero".

"My lord".

They called out to him again and again.

Blood-red crosses appeared on the faces of those people.

"You can't escape!"

They grinned maliciously as they drew weapons from their waists—kitchen knives, forks, and some even carried wooden sticks.

"You can't escape!"

More and more people gathered around.

This blood cross, how could it possibly use every human being as a vessel?!

They can casually turn others into ghost slaves, and descend upon them without warning.

You can't escape—

Bang bang bang!
The captain, who was leading the boat, was instantly blown to pieces.

Zhuang Boshi held the Gauss pistol, watching the pile of flesh and blood remain unchanged.

I finally feel relieved.

I thought I could really summon the full power of the Blood Cross, but thankfully they were just some easily killed demon slaves.

Gauss pistols fired continuously, and in the blink of an eye, those hundreds of people were reduced to unrecognizable remains.

Zhuang Boshi kissed the pistol.

"Chu Xuan, thank you!"

This pistol was the one Chu Xuan kept for himself after the Curse of the Grudge.

However, dust and smoke soon approached from afar, and Zhuang Boshi dared not linger. He quickly mounted the thinnest horse.

They traveled straight for dozens of miles.

He avoided populated areas along the way, escaping the all-pervasive invasion of that demonic god.

But the feeling of being watched, of having thorns in one's back, was still very obvious.

He was still staring at him.

He could even sense that the group of Blood Angels and Qing Demons were very close to him.

After passing a dilapidated temple, the second old horse also couldn't hold on any longer.

Zhuang Boshi had no choice but to walk, but then he found a carriage parked at the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

Just as he was about to steal the horse, a little boy emerged from the nearby woods, pulling up his trousers.

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed. "Wait a minute," Zhuang Boshi said, quickly trying to cover his mouth.

"Dad, someone's trying to steal the horse!!" the child screamed shrilly.
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"Are you alright, brother?" a tall man asked somewhat awkwardly.

“My son is too young and doesn’t know any better. He offended you, brother. Please forgive him.”

The middle-aged man in front of me appears to be a merchant.

"Please don't point your musket at my son and me."

Across the fire, Zhuang Boshi held a Gauss pistol, pointing it at the respectfully standing father and son.

The blood cross could appear on any human he came into contact with.

Surprisingly, after 45 minutes, there was nothing unusual about the father and son.

This was the first normal person he had ever met since entering this era.

"You are not evil spirits?"

Zhuang Bosch finally lowered the Gauss pistol from his hand.

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly.

"You encountered those Qing demons and Taiping rebels, didn't you?"

"Are you a ghost tamer?"

No wonder they hurt me.

"Oh?" Zhuang Boshi's eyes lit up.

"You know about the Ghost Tamers."

“They are all heroes,” the middle-aged man remarked.

"The Qing demons and the Taiping army fought a great war for years, turning the world upside down. Now, evil spirits roam the world, and both sides worship ghosts."

"There are hardly any survivors left."

"You do have some knowledge, don't you?" Zhuang Boshi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“I am Zhang Buting, a scholar from Hebei. This is my only son, Zhang Yao. We were originally meant to be a family of farmers and scholars, but unfortunately, our meager land has been taken away. I have no choice but to travel around with my young son, trying to do some business and hoping to make a living.”

“You know about the Taiping Rebellion…” Zhuang Boshi was surprised.

Zhang Buting said, "Now, that blood cross has deeply infiltrated both the Taiping Army and the Qing Army; one side is white, and the other is black."

"You actually know about the Blood Cross?" Zhuang Boshi was quite surprised.

"The Blood Cross massacred millions of people in the Central Plains. During this period, some heroes rose up in resistance, but they were ultimately defeated and killed."

“I also participated in the rebel army a few years ago,” Zhang Buting said.

"Moreover, since last year, the Blood Cross has been divided in two, with the Qing court in black and the Heavenly Kingdom in red."

"The kings of the Heavenly Kingdom and all the officials of the court have become puppets. It is said that the dragon aura of the Manchu Qing Dynasty outside the Great Wall has also been occupied by the blood cross."

"Perhaps even the old emperor on the yellow dragon throne is controlled by that blood cross."

"The Qing court can no longer be relied upon."

Finally, I met a normal person.

Zhuang Boshi breathed a sigh of relief; this was probably the worst he had ever been since entering the Main God Space.

Even though he is now at the fourth level of the Golden Core stage, his body was shattered and most of his skills were gone.

There was no support, no teammates.

The two most powerful factions in this area are both puppets of the Ghost God.

The whole world is an enemy.

A true enemy of the world.

Zhang Buting quickly said, "Hero, since you are going to fight against the evil spirits, what are your orders? I will definitely help you."

"You can't help me with this," Zhuang Boshi chuckled.

"Find me a ferry crossing ahead and drop me off."