Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Even so, I'm willing.

"Take it away."

"and."

"I wouldn't do that."

"please."

"Do not."

"but."

"Do not."

The members of the Black Hand Gang watched the two pushing and shoving each other, exchanging bewildered glances, their faces full of helplessness, as if they were watching an absurd farce.

"Well……"

Mr. Lin was silent for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and he said in a gentle tone, "The customer is always right."

After saying that, he pointed, and his assistant understood, picked up the things and walked towards the tricycle.

"Since you've made your decision, we'll settle the bill once you're satisfied."

Mr. Lin bowed deeply and made a very polite request.

Chapter 139 Entering the Castle

"I hope you have a happy and enjoyable time with us."

Just then, a bolt of lightning, like a silver serpent dancing wildly, illuminated the night sky in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous crack resounded, as if the heavens were enraged, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

Ah Fen led the group up the stairs to the castle gate, while Mr. Lin led his assistant onto a simple tricycle and slowly drove away.

Selecting treasures in this eerie castle is undoubtedly a difficult and time-consuming task. The long night will give them plenty of time to explore, but no one is sure if they will survive until dawn.

Mr. Lin turned back to look at the castle, his gaze complex, as if hiding endless thoughts.

After his teacher passed away, his years as an antique dealer allowed him to meet countless people, and he also had some basic knowledge of magic, so he had dealt with nobles, royalty, and even sorcerers.

He could tell at a glance that these people were no ordinary people; they were definitely ruthless characters who operated in the gray areas. It was quite surprising that they hadn't come by car.

As they cycled along the winding, narrow mountain road, the hairy assistant felt a pang of sympathy and turned back to whisper, "Shouldn't we... remind them?"

Although they were ugly, they still had a conscience and couldn't bear to see these people buried in the castle.

Furthermore, if they perish here, the castle owner's forces will likely suffer another loss. After that terrifying creature has absorbed the strong man's life force, its strength will surely increase greatly. At that time, let alone at night, no one will be able to get close to the castle even during the day.

"Don't be silly. If they know what's hidden inside, these antiques will never be sold."

Mr. Lin frowned, his expression serious, and his sharp gaze fell upon his assistant.

"That thing slaughtered my teacher's entire family. If my teacher hadn't risked his life to use forbidden magic, sacrificing his whole family to seal it in the castle, and then placed layers of righteous magic on the coffin and suppressed it with holy locks, how would we have had the chance to make money from the castle's relics? Do you want to wait until buyers come to your door and have your lifeblood drained by the vampire that breaks out of the coffin?"

"Do not……"

The assistant shuddered, his legs went weak as he rode the tricycle, and he hurriedly sped up, the tricycle racing along the road.

"Ah."

Mr. Lin nodded slightly and sighed deeply.

If he weren't in dire financial straits, why would he have taken such a risky step?

My teacher's family was tragically killed back then, and my fellow students also fell on that terrifying rainy night with thunder and lightning. I was spared because my skills were still shallow.

Recalling the past, he shuddered violently and took a long breath to calm himself down.

If my senior brothers were still alive, although they could continue to study magic, how would they have the opportunity to venture out on their own and build this foundation based on their teacher's legacy?

I just hope these shady characters can take that deadly coffin with them to avoid endless trouble later.

Lost in thought, I had already reached the riverbank.

“Lin…Lin…”

The assistant's terrified voice suddenly rang out, like the cry of an owl, filled with endless panic.

"what happened?"

Mr. Lin, who was lost in thought, frowned and looked up. The next moment, his face also showed a look of horror, and he exclaimed in shock, "What is this!"

Before them, the river water seemed to be boiling, churning with strange black foam and emitting pungent blue smoke.

Like a black river cursed by a demon, it exudes a suffocating evil aura.

On the river's surface, several pairs of eerie green eyes flickered faintly, like hunters lurking in the shadows, watching them intently.

Outside the eerie castle, which resembled a demon's lair, the biting cold wind howled mournfully, each sound striking the heart with a chilling force.

With extreme trepidation, Afu and his group were like a group of adventurers who had accidentally wandered into forbidden territory. Their steps were unsteady, but they had to muster their courage to cross the dilapidated, creaking threshold and slowly disappear into the deep interior of the ancient castle.

The group clutched their flashlights tightly, their pale light like a beacon of hope struggling in a desperate situation, desperately trying to pierce the thick, heavy darkness.

The spare flashlight clipped to his side, its dark metal casing gleaming with a cold, chilling luster under the soft light.

Not long after Mr. Lin disappeared like a ghost, the shadowy ninja, like the most mysterious butler of the night, appeared silently, his figure hidden in the folds of darkness.

The equipment was precisely deployed, and then it disappeared into the endless night again, leaving no trace to follow, as if it had never existed.

The castle seemed to be cursed by the god of darkness. The deep night was like an impenetrable lead curtain, pressing down heavily. The moonlight was like a frightened spirit, afraid of the decaying resentment emanating from this gloomy place, unable to penetrate the thick walls in the slightest.

The fortress was deathly silent, like a vacuum forgotten by time, with not a single candle flickering.

The thick darkness was like solidified ink, sticky and cold, tightly enveloping everyone. Every inch of air was filled with the smell of decay and death, like the lingering turbid air in an ancient, decaying tomb, making people almost suffocate.

"Doesn't that guy surnamed Lin even light a lamp here? Isn't that a bit odd?"

Rasu muttered something in a low voice, but the sound was barely audible in the silent, sound-absorbing corridors of the ancient castle.

Suddenly, it was magnified several times, as if a megaphone had been instantly installed near the mouth. The buzzing sound reverberated throughout the walls, creating layers of echoes that startled everyone, causing their hearts to clench and cold sweat to pour out.

"Idiot! Be quiet!"

Afu turned his head instantly, his eyes flashing with ferocity, like an enraged wolf king. He squeezed out the curse through gritted teeth, his voice low but carrying an unyielding authority.

He frowned, glancing around at his companions who looked panicked and lost, like stray lambs. Anger rose in his heart, and he muttered to himself, "What a bunch of cowards! Where did all that swagger they used to boast about go? Now they're no different from weak lambs, chickens, or dogs!"

Then, he quickly lowered his voice, as if squeezing it out from between his teeth, and ordered, "Go and light all the candles first. Don't wander around in the dark, lest you attract something unclean!"

His gaze swept precisely across everyone's faces. Like a general commanding thousands of troops, Afu calmly ordered, "Leave two people here to guard the area and provide everyone with an escape route, just in case."

"If we get surrounded and trapped, we're all doomed!"

Who wants to stay here?

As soon as Afu finished speaking, Yadi jumped out like a spring that had been triggered, her voice trembling slightly with excitement, echoing far and wide in the empty castle.

Afu glared at him fiercely, his gaze like a sharp arrow. Yadi immediately shut up, shrinking back, but still desperately signaled with his eyes, determined to stay at the gate.

"Who else wants to stay?"

Ah Fu lowered his voice again, controlling the volume just right, so that only a few people around him could hear it clearly.

"I'll stay too."

The younger brother hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice revealing a hint of reluctance, yet he knew that this was something that had to be done.

Chapter 140 Exploration

"Alright, you two guard the gate. If there's any disturbance, immediately call for help and open the gate to let us out. Don't block the way, understand?"

Afu stared intently at the two of them, and Yadi nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice, while the other nodded in agreement.

"Okay, everyone else, follow me."

Afu led the way, his flashlight beam like a sharp sword cutting through the darkness, illuminating a small area.

A flash of light revealed the hall behind them, which resembled an abandoned warehouse that had been desolate for thousands of years. Clutter was piled up like mountains and scattered haphazardly, covered with layers of thick dust like a blanket, clearly indicating that no one had touched or maintained it for a long time.

On one side of the wall, a long, narrow staircase meanders, like a secluded path leading to an unknown demonic realm, hidden in the darkness, leading to the second floor of the castle.

At the corner of the stairs, various small parts were piled up into a small mountain, with layers of spider silk wrapped around them, like a fine fishing net. Several spiders lay quietly on it, like guards hidden in the shadows.

On the walls of the ancient castle, several faded oil paintings hang crookedly, their frames rotten, some nails missing, barely held together by a single nail, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Interspersed among the dilapidated and messy animal head specimens, with exposed fangs and empty eyes, their ferocious faces revealing the savagery of past hunts, now only pitiful loneliness remains, like souls frozen in time.

Spiderwebs spread rampantly in every corner, like eerie curtains; the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, about the size of a finger, and when a flashlight swept across it, several orderly footprints quietly emerged, as if silently telling the story of the castle's past visitors.

"Ok?"

Afu's flashlight beam suddenly froze, his brows furrowed, staring intently at a spot on the ground.

The footprints there were small and messy, out of place with the orderly traces around them, as if a naughty child had jumped around and then disappeared into thin air, leaving only these strange traces.

"What's wrong, Afu? What did you find?"

Someone next to me asked nervously.

Afu remained silent for a moment, full of doubts, but finally shook his head: "It's nothing, just be alert, remember the directions and escape routes, don't panic and run around aimlessly, you'll only lose your life!"

His gaze swept over the crowd behind him, and Afu lowered his voice, giving solemn instructions while pondering to himself.

The words of the Holy Lord are hard to discern as true or false, but it is better to believe them. Vampires are by no means benevolent. Whether the coffin can contain that evil creature, and whether holding one's breath can conceal one's tracks, are all unknown. The slightest mistake will lead to certain death.

Outside the castle, dark clouds, like inky boulders, hung lower and lower, heavy and oppressive. The distant rumble of thunder sounded like the prelude to a storm, foreshadowing an even greater crisis.

Afu and his companions had no time to worry about that; filled with fear, they ventured deeper and deeper into the eerie labyrinth of the ancient castle.

"The journey of the strong is like a perilous path full of thorns and hidden in the mist under the starry sky. Countless stumbling blocks will always appear unexpectedly, blocking the way and trying to stop the traveler's steps."

Afu is like a towering statue of a war god, with a strong physique, taut muscles, and a powerful aura, just like a majestic tiger roaring proudly in the mountains.

A low, cold snort escaped from his nose, the sound like a tangible stream of air, carrying an undeniable pressure, echoing through the gloomy corridors of the ancient castle.

At this moment, Afu was actually holding back a raging fire of anger, like a volcano about to erupt.

He thought to himself that if he hadn't been so worried about these good-for-nothing fools, he would have been completely unaware that he had stumbled into a vampire's coffin.

He even recklessly pushed open the deadly coffin lid, having already ordered everyone to scatter and search every corner of the castle like soldiers under his command.