The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

A triangular talisman appeared in Zhou Ming's palm. He flicked it forward and flew towards a ninja who was bound by two blood demon soldiers.

The moment the triangular talisman touched the ninja's forehead, it merged into him.

"Ah!" The ninja screamed in agony as a large amount of bloodthirsty power was transformed from his body.

The transformation was completed in a short time, and the two blood demon soldiers released each other.

The moment the ninja landed, he knelt down on one knee and said respectfully, "Master!"

"Go and capture more ninjas," Zhou Ming said, sitting on a stone stool.

"Yes!" the ninja answered eagerly, then stood up and ran lightly into the distance.

Zhou Ming then turned to look at Tang Bingwen and Lü Ci, waved his hand and said, "Make a stool for Master Tang and this brother!"

"Yes!" the person behind him replied.

Homer was the first to act. He turned around and looked around, and immediately spotted a huge rock.

He walked over, grabbed the large rock with both hands, and easily lifted it up. He then turned and walked steadily over.

Lu Ci was astonished by what he saw, staring at the huge rock that no ordinary person could even hug.

He could crack this large rock, but lifting it was something he could never do.

Chapter 136 Liberation and Afterthoughts

“Homer? This seems to be one of the demons of Mount Hira.” Tang Bingwen looked at the incredibly strong Homer and said softly.

“Yes!” Zhou Ming nodded calmly and said, “But now it’s under my control and very obedient.”

Homer lowered the huge stone, and a flash of light appeared.

Two stone pillar-like stools were carved out, and Homer moved them to stand beside the two men.

"Please sit down!" Zhou Ming said.

Tang Bingwen was in no hurry and sat down on the stone bench, while Lü Ci couldn't sit still. He stood up, bowed, and clasped his hands in a very respectful manner.

"Commander Zhou, did you kill a man who was carrying an exceptionally sharp knife and seemed very arrogant?" Lu Ci asked.

"That man is called Nikaido Eita, and he is holding the demon sword Hiruma. Commander Zhou, I would also like to ask if you have seen that sword before?" Tang Bingwen said at this moment.

"Kill him!" Zhou Ming said calmly.

Lu Ci said excitedly, "Where's the body? Where's that guy's body? I want to cut off his head."

"Gone!"

"Gone? How could it be gone?" Lu Ci excitedly took two steps forward, looking accusatory.

He was then forced to stop, his menacing aura spreading outwards, and several blood demon soldiers set their sights on him.

These are all fifth-tier Blood Demon Soldiers accumulated over the past two years, and they are extremely powerful.

"Young Master Lü, don't get so agitated. It's normal for corpses to be destroyed during a battle," Tang Bingwen's calm voice rang out, dispelling the murderous aura.

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Lü Ci's forehead; the intense killing intent made his whole body tense.

He could only nod and retreat, and only then did the intense killing intent subside, and Lü Ci breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although he had a crazy streak, and was later even called a mad dog, it is well known that the weak fear the strong, the strong fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the reckless.

Lu Ci's madness was selective; ultimately, it was a kind of recklessness, but a recklessness that was deliberate and selective.

Essentially, it's about not caring about the consequences? And a person who doesn't care about their life is the one who cares the least about the consequences.

That's why Lü Ci was very well-behaved and didn't dare to act recklessly, because there was a group of people here who didn't care about the consequences.

"Commander Zhou, this may be a bit offensive, but I would like to ask where that demon sword is?" Tang Bingwen said, cupping his hands in greeting.

Zhou Ming raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

The two turned their heads and saw a rusty knife handle lying on the ground, next to a small pile of rusty slag.

Tang Bingwen squinted and immediately recognized that the hilt of the sword was in the style of a demon sword.

Looking at the two of them, Zhou Ming slightly raised his hand, and the demonic blade floating beside him flew down.

"Regardless of how things turned out in the original story, at this point, they have all stood firm in terms of national righteousness and have not done anything to be ashamed of," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

As for other things, we'll talk about them later.

Zhou Ming reached out and stroked the back of the demonic blade, saying softly, "Whether it's a demon or a demonic sword, I used both of them as materials to forge this demonic blade in my hand!"

As the hand touched it, Na Chuan's aura surged, a pale red aura spreading like a swirling vortex, and a ferocious aura erupted.

Tang Bingwen was shocked by the extreme ferocity of the knife, and his heart tightened involuntarily. Lu Ci, who was next to him, stood up abruptly, his whole body tense.

But what happened next completely changed Lü Ci's expression.

The shrunken white skulls on the back of the knife suddenly emitted a grayish-black gas, transforming into remnant souls.

Those were all Chinese who died under the demon sword Hirumaru, and when they were used as materials to forge the demon sword Nagawa, they inherited it as well.

The Japanese swordsmen among them would naturally be digested, while the remnants of these Chinese souls would naturally be released, since they were all righteous men who stood up for the War of Resistance.

"Big Brother!" Lu Ci couldn't help but call out as he stared at a figure.

This remnant soul was none other than Lü Ren. Because it was a remnant soul, it did not respond to Lü Ci, but simply flew out slowly and dissipated towards the horizon.

"You two should believe what I'm saying, right?" Zhou Ming looked at the demonic blade that had returned to its original state and withdrew his power.

The red light quickly receded and returned to the demonic blade. The ferocious aura dissipated, leaving only an extremely aggressive one.

"Bang!" Lu Ci suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed loudly to Zhou Ming.

"Brother Zhou, the Lü family, and I, Lü Ci, will forever remember this kindness and favor. This is a debt we owe you..."

"Lu Ci, right?" Zhou Ming waved his hand to interrupt.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not some old-fashioned person. If I really need anything from you, I'll find you myself. Get up!"

Lu Ci patted his chest, stood up, and said, "Brother Zhou, just come find me when the time comes!"

"Commander Zhou, the Tang Clan also owes us a favor this time. Please let us know if you need anything." Tang Bingwen stood up, clasped his hands, and bowed.

This time, it can be said that Zhou Ming helped them avoid disaster and saved countless lives of Tang Clan members.

After all, both the intelligence and the living Homer in front of him clearly told Tang Bingwen.

The demons of Mount Bihe are extremely powerful, all of them being as strong as the elites within the sect.

Zhou Ming nodded. The Tang Clan was very strong and skilled in assassination, making them a formidable force.

In addition, Sichuan was a relatively safe place that had never been captured by the Japanese army, making it a good place to hide.

At this moment, Zhou Ming had already sensed that something was wrong. Of the 100 Blood Demon soldiers who had stayed in Sichuan to protect his wife and children, four had died.

The remaining 90-odd Blood Demon soldiers were changing direction. Zhou Ming turned his head and glanced in that direction, which was Fujian, where the Trinity Sect was located.

Someone made a move while Zhou Ming was away, but they were likely stopped by the Blood Demon Soldiers and there was no major danger.

However, Ye Qingyu still chose to go to Fujian, where the Sanyi Sect was located, which clearly indicated that there would be considerable trouble to follow.

Therefore, Zhou Ming had the idea of ​​arranging for his wife and children to be taken care of by the Tang Clan for a period of time.

"Sect Leader Tang, I do have a matter that I need to trouble you with," Zhou Ming said, looking at Tang Bingwen.

"Please speak!" Tang Bingwen said, raising his hand.

"I would like to arrange for my wife and children to live with the Tang Clan for a few years. Is that possible?" Zhou Ming said.

Zhou Ming felt relatively at ease with the Tang Clan, both in the original novel and in his interactions with the Tang Clan's patriarch during this period.

Tang Bingwen breathed a slight sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't a business matter, it wasn't a big deal.

As a sect or force with a long history, besides its fundamental heritage, the most important thing is the ability to make money.

Having money allows members of a sect to have time to cultivate without being disturbed by external things.

Their economic backbone is their assassination work, and if something goes wrong in this area, it will be a fatal blow to them.

"Commander Zhou, rest assured, once you enter the Tang Clan, no one can harm your wife and children, unless someone can destroy the Tang Clan," Tang Bingwen said firmly.

Zhou Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He had felt somewhat uneasy after having these concerns.