Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 107 Charge! Charge!
Upon hearing the word "ghost," Qin Weimin, who was sobbing, suddenly stopped!
The crying stopped suddenly.

His hunched body visibly tensed for a moment, and his previously empty, tearful, cloudy old eyes suddenly widened!

An indescribable, chilling killing intent burst forth from his aging body, instantly dispelling his childlike helplessness!
He abruptly turned his head, his gaze shooting towards Li Jun like lightning, his voice hoarse yet carrying a resolute, soldierly shout.

"What?! The Japanese have infiltrated our ranks?!"

This shout resounded like a thunderclap in the small room!
Li Jun was startled by the sudden change and the murderous aura that erupted in an instant. He subconsciously took half a step back, his tongue tied in knots, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer this question that spanned decades.

After Qin Weimin shouted that sentence, the fierce killing intent in his eyes quickly receded like a tide, and his expression became blank again, standing there in a daze.

It was as if the burst of energy just now had exhausted all his strength, and he had turned back into that confused old man, even more "deadly" than before.

Just then, Yang Hui's eyes lit up as her gaze swept over the corner of the wall!
She saw an old-fashioned trumpet hanging prominently on the wall next to the bamboo rattan cradle!

Although the body of the vehicle was dented and the paint was peeling, it was still wiped clean.

When Yang Hui was young, she played the trumpet in the factory's cultural propaganda team. Now, seeing this thing and combining it with Qin Weimin's shout of "Japanese devils" just now, a bold, almost desperate thought suddenly rushed into her mind!

Without thinking twice, she rushed over and snatched the trumpet off the wall!
The cool metallic touch sent a shiver down her spine.

She took a deep breath and, with all her might, put her lips to the mouthpiece.

"Beep—beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep!!!!!"

The rousing, resounding, and penetrating bugle call suddenly exploded in this deathly silent ghost town, in this dimly lit old house!
The sound was so out of place, yet it carried a tremendous power that could tear apart all evil and awaken dormant passion!
The moment the bugle sounded!
It was as if I had been struck by an invisible bolt of lightning!

Qin Weimin's sluggish, hunched body, which seemed to be dead, began to tremble violently and uncontrollably!

He suddenly straightened his back!

In those lifeless eyes, it was as if a spark had been thrown into dry tinder, and suddenly a blazing fire ignited!
All the confusion, childlike helplessness, and elderly dullness were instantly burned away!

Instead, it is a vigilance, determination, and killing intent that has been tempered by blood and fire and is ingrained in the bones!
"What's going on?!" He roared hoarsely but powerfully, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, instantly locking onto Yang Hui.

His entire demeanor underwent a dramatic change!

Although the body is still old, the soul seems to have instantly returned to that era of war!

Li Jun was stunned by the sound of the horn and Qin Weimin's change again, but at this moment, he had a sudden inspiration and shouted it out almost as if he were crying, using the loudest volume he had ever used in his life.

"Squad leader! The enemy has counterattacked! The Japanese soldiers have sneaked up from below!"

That cry of "Third Squad Leader," "Japanese devils," and "counterattack" was like the final key, completely unlocking the floodgates of Qin Weimin's memory and instincts!

Every wrinkle on his face seemed to be filled with anger and fighting spirit, his eyes flashed with a terrifying light, and he was so excited that his whole body was trembling.

"Damn it! Let's fight them hand-to-hand! Kill one, that's enough; kill two, and you'll make a bonus! Commander, don't worry about me! Let's go!!"

He roared out the last words he remembered, words etched into his soul as an obsession and a promise!

At the same time, the dim yellow light in the room seemed to have exhausted its last bit of energy and went out with a "whoosh".

The entire room was plunged into darkness in an instant.

At the same time, an indescribable, intense stench, formed from years of accumulated grime, sweat, and even more unbearable filth, suddenly emanated from Qin Weimin and spread from all directions, filling the entire space.

On the bed in the filthy center, Qin Weimin, lying on his back, suddenly let out a terrible "crackling" sound from his throat, like a broken bellows struggling!
He stared at the ceiling, and in the deepest part of his lifeless pupils, a faint but incredibly tenacious glimmer of light shone, like a candle flickering in the wind!
That was the indomitable fighting spirit of an old soldier burning with the final flame of his life! "Ugh... Ah!!!"

With a hoarse, distorted roar, Qin Weimin suddenly sat up from the filthy bed!
His withered, bony hand suddenly grabbed at the edge of the bed.

There was no Chiang Kai-shek rifle as he remembered; there was only a bamboo pole used for drying clothes.

But in his eyes at that moment, this bamboo pole was his gun! His bayonet!

The echoes of the bugle call still seemed to reverberate in the dark corridor and the filthy room, stirring his long-cooled blood.

Without hesitation, without fear.

Qin Weimin, a madman forgotten by the times, trapped by madness, covered in filth, and with only an old skeleton left, let out the loudest battle cry in the last moments of his life!
He gripped the bayonet tightly with both hands, just as he had charged into enemy lines in his youth, dragging his crippled leg, unleashing incredible speed and determination, roaring as he did so.

They launched a final, tragic charge toward the all-consuming darkness outside the door and toward the source of the deadly footsteps!
"kill!!!"

That aged yet earth-shattering battle cry ripped through the deathly silence of the ghost realm.

Outside the building, in the dark and ghostly realm.

Qi Yun was surrounded by a dense encirclement, with countless dark shadows all around him, impossible to kill or cut down.

When the Five Elements Thunderclap Sword Technique is used to its fullest extent, combined with the Crimson Hunting Fire, each flash of sword light is like a thunderclap in the dark night, tearing apart and burning the approaching ghostly figures.

The wind howled and the flames roared, creating a death zone around him.

However, the ghostly figures were endless. As soon as one group was destroyed, more immediately condensed from the dense darkness and surged forward one after another.

Even more terrifying was that the hollow footsteps did not stop due to the ghostly attack; instead, they transformed into countless overlapping echoes, like demonic sounds assaulting Qi Yun's ears, continuously assaulting his mind.

At the center of his brow, the eerie light of the Black Laws and Edicts of the Northern Yin Fengdu flowed, and the two characters "Refuse Chaos" on them were as red as blood, continuously radiating the power of the law to resist all external evils.

This significantly weakened the demonic footsteps and the spiritual erosion from the ghostly realm that could instantly break an ordinary person.

But the suppression of the ghost realm and the chilling aura of the ghosts still seeped in everywhere.

Large patches of bluish-black lividity began to appear on Qi Yun's arms, neck, and other areas, a terrifying sign of ghostly energy erosion and suppressed vitality!
But whenever lividity appears, the [Reject Chaos] decree trembles slightly, and as the ghostly light sweeps across, the lividity quickly fades and disappears as if wiped away by an invisible hand.

Appearing and disappearing, in an endless cycle!
Qi Yun was like a rock battling through raging waves; though he remained steadfast, his physical strength was greatly depleted, and his expression was extremely solemn.

He found himself being driven further and further away from the tenement building by endless ghostly shadows and darkness. The building had long since disappeared into the thick darkness, and he had completely lost his sense of direction.

"We must break through this hellish realm, or we will surely perish here!"

Qi Yun's mind raced as he considered a solution.

Just now.

"Beep—beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep!!!!!"

A rousing, resounding bugle call, piercing through all the gloom and deathly silence, unexpectedly and clearly penetrated the layers of ghostly blockade, like the dawning sunlight, suddenly piercing into Qi Yun's ears!

(End of this chapter)