I used folk talismans to ward off the evil spirit.

Chapter 91 The Ghost Realm Returns, Divine Chicken Fire Feather (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

However, before Jiang Jun could experience the surprise he was hoping for, the real world underwent a dramatic change.

That afternoon, Su Tie was looking at documents in his office when the red telephone on his desk suddenly rang.

He answered the phone, listened for a few words, and his expression changed. After hanging up, he strode into the video conference room and turned on the video system.

Also seated was Zhou Song, the newly appointed captain of the city's action detachment.

On the screen, provincial leaders were already seated, and heads of local municipal departments joined in one after another.

The meeting was chaired by Meng Huaiyuan, deputy director of the Department of Supernatural Affairs of Qidong Province.

His face was serious. Without exchanging pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "Ladies and gentlemen, a large-scale supernatural event has occurred in the Samba Kingdom of South America."

"Currently, two cities have been completely cut off from communication, and satellite images show only gray and white images, making it impossible to confirm the situation inside the cities."

He switched to a map marked with several red dots: "One of them is a city called Santos, which is an international sister city of our provincial capital, Licheng."

"The state of Santos, where the city is located, has formally requested assistance from our country through diplomatic channels."

He paused, then continued, "According to our previous intelligence, the official organization of the Samba Kingdom, the Knights of the Holy Cross, is mainly concentrated in the upper class and wealthy areas, making it difficult for ordinary people to obtain effective protection."

"Santos is a port city with a densely populated slum. If the strange disaster spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"After careful consideration, the Commander-in-Chief has decided that a team led by a Transcendent Realm expert from Licheng City, and a support team composed of Refinement Realm police officers from various cities, will be dispatched to Santos to carry out a rescue mission."

A support quota allocation table appeared on the screen. Qingjiang City needed four border police officers.

Su Tie turned to Zhou Song: "Comrade Zhou Song, you will lead the team from Qingjiang City this time. You will decide on the personnel, and you will immediately proceed to the provincial capital to assemble."

Zhou Song nodded in agreement without hesitation.

He looked down and wrote a few names in his notebook: Sun Licheng, Ma Guodong, and Zhao Haibo, all of whom were experts in the Refining Realm.

After the meeting, Su Tie walked to the window, looked at the gray sky outside, and remained motionless for a long time.

*

Santos, the city of Samba.

An eerie fog has enveloped the entire city.

Sunlight couldn't penetrate, blurring the line between day and night; only the hands of the watch stubbornly continued to move forward.

The streets were deserted, with only the occasional dark figure flashing through the fog. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and faint cries and the sound of shattering glass could be heard from time to time.

No one can come in, and no one can leave. The whole city is like an abandoned island.

The official "Holy Cross Knights" set up a defensive line in the city center, where there were generators, food reserves, and fully armed Ghost Riders.

But that defensive line only enclosed the surrounding affluent areas and government buildings. People living in the slums had to rely on themselves.

Some folk exorcists spontaneously organized themselves and set up simple outposts in the streets and alleys, using strange objects and talismans to ward off the invasion of monsters.

But they were outnumbered and poorly equipped, making it very difficult for them to hold on. Casualties were occurring frequently, and it looked like they were about to collapse.

Marcos crouched behind the windowsill on the second floor of his house, cautiously peering out through the dim light of the "mysterious light."

His house was on a gentle slope in the old town, surrounded by densely packed low brick houses, most of which were already empty.

There was a chicken standing at his feet.

This chicken is over a meter tall, with golden-red feathers all over its body, like a solidified fire.

Its head was held high, its eyes like two black agates, looking down at people with an air of arrogance.

Its neck was thick and long, its chest was broad, its legs were very thick, and its claws were sharp, leaving shallow marks on the floor.

Most remarkably, its crest resembles a burning flame, and with each flap of its wings, it emits a faint heat wave, while a faint crimson-gold halo flows around its body.

This is the Indian Giant Chicken, a native breed of Samba, which is more than twice the size of a regular white-feathered chicken.

However, Marcos's chicken is not an ordinary giant chicken, but rather a manifestation of the "Divine Chicken Catches Five Poisons Talisman," and is two sides of the same coin as the "Divine Chicken Talisman."

Unlike the "divine rooster talismans" drawn by others, it can exist in reality indefinitely.

It's like a real living being; it gets hungry, tired, and angry, and it will rush to Marcos's aid without hesitation when he's in danger.

Its name is "Firefeather." That's the name Marcos gave it.

It was this unique "divine rooster talisman" that guided Marcos into the Dao.

This may have a lot to do with the cinnabar he used when drawing the talisman. That piece of cinnabar was a particularly pure red color, and it shone with a warm light in the sunlight. Even if it wasn't made into a talisman, it would still have the miraculous effect of warding off evil spirits.

After the "Divine Rooster Talisman" was drawn, Huo Yu appeared and transferred a power of suppression to Marcos, allowing him to enter the Heavenly Palace and become a cultivator of the Way of Suppression.

"Cluck cl ...

Marcos took a few kernels of corn out of his pocket, spread them in his palm, and offered them to it.

Huo Yu glanced down at it, didn't eat, then looked up again, giving it a sidelong look that clearly said: Is that all?

"You're getting picky now—" Marcos shook his head with a smile, then pulled out a handful of roasted sunflower seeds from his other pocket.

Huo Yu then lowered his head, slowly pecked at a few kernels, and after finishing, rubbed his hand against Marcos's.

Marcos ruffled the feathers on its neck: "You're such a picky eater."

Huo Yu ignored him and walked to the windowsill, tilting her head back and watching the strange creature outside warily.

Marcos sat on the ground, focusing his meditation and practice on the "Lotus of Creation".

He actually has good comprehension skills, but he's almost the worst among the seven newcomers.

She was far inferior to the old lady Chen Guilan, the little girl Fatima, and the "bookworm" Michelle, and only slightly better than Kevin.

Despite his cultivation progressing to this point, he is still stuck at the stage of condensing lotus petals. His spiritual consciousness is not stable enough, and his strength is only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person.

But he has one advantage: he plans ahead.

Before the arrival of the ghost realm, he always kept enough food and water on hand.

Hanging on the doors and windows are the words "Don't be evil" and "Swallow the gourd of evil," and pasted with "divine chicken talismans."

He recently had a "peach wood sword" specially made, just in case.

He didn't have "Gui Jian Chou" because jujube trees are a strategic resource of China and are strictly controlled. He asked many people for help but couldn't get any.

But that's enough.

He made up his mind not to go out. It was too chaotic outside; who knew how many strange creatures were roaming around.

He's guarding his small plot of land; as long as nothing goes wrong, he should be able to hold out until the rescue arrives.

However, a scream broke the silence.

Marcos opened the window and looked in the direction of the sound. In the gray fog, half of his neighbor Aunt Rosa's house had collapsed.

A group of strange creatures were wandering around the ruins. Their bodies were like spiders, but they had scythe-like forelimbs like mantises, and their limbs were covered with barbs that reflected a cold, metallic light in the mist.

"The Bizarre Scythe," a Ranger-class monster unique to South America, is known for its speed and cutting ability.

Aunt Rosa carried her granddaughter Lilia as she ran out of the ruins and desperately made her way into the depths of the alley.

The treacherous sickle quickly spotted them and emitted a piercing shriek.

Marcos's hands were trembling.

Aunt Rosa was the kindest person to him on the street. He had no mother since he was a child, and Aunt Rosa sewed clothes for him, cooked hot soup for him, and even sponsored his schooling.

She's in danger; he can't not go.

He turned around, hung the "Gourd of Devouring Demons" on his belt, and took the peach wood sword from the wall: "Fire Feather, Aunt Rosa needs help! Do you remember? She fed you peanuts—"

Firefeather shook its wings, its golden-red feathers like flames blown by the wind, emitting a low "cooing" sound, and the feathers on its neck popped open one by one.

Marcos took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and rushed out.

A treacherous sickle blocked the way.

Marcos infused his meager power of suppressing evil into the "Divine Rooster Talisman".

The talisman suddenly glowed, and flames surged from its surface, pouring into Huo Yu's body.

Firefeather's body suddenly grew larger, and the crimson-gold light on its feathers shone brightly. It spread its wings and let out a high-pitched cry: "Giggle giggle!"

The sound exploded like thunder in the alley, scattering the fog in all directions.

The first few grotesque sickles were impacted by the sound wave, staggering backward, their limbs scraping the ground with a piercing sound.

Fire Feather didn't wait for them to get their footing before it pounced on them like a golden lightning bolt.

With a sharp beak, it pierced the head of one of the monstrous sickles; with a tearing claw, it snapped the forelimb of another monstrous sickle off at the root.

It rampaged through the swarm of grotesque scythes, killing one monster with each strike.

Flames splattered from its feathers, burning the ground but reducing the monster's corpse to ashes.

Marcos stumbled and ran toward Aunt Rosa, his thigh cut by a broken steel bar, blood trickling down his trouser leg.

A strange scythe lunged at him. He raised his sword to block it, but the force of the blow made his hand go numb, and he almost dropped his peach wood sword.

Fortunately, a flash of lightning on the sword caused the treacherous scythe to freeze.

Firefeather charged in from the side, its sharp beak piercing the head of the monstrous scythe. It then glanced back at Marcos before turning back to join the battle.

Marcos approached Aunt Rosa, picked up Lilia, and led the two of them toward his home.

Fire Feather covered the rear and used flames to build a wall of fire at the alley entrance, temporarily blocking the pursuit of the Demon Scythe.

After a chase, Marcos pushed open the door, ushered Aunt Rosa and Lilia into the house, and went in last himself.

Before the door could be closed, the forelimb of a grotesque scythe reached in.

Firefeather pounced from behind, grabbing the forelimb tightly with its claws. It pecked and tore at it with its claws, flames erupting from its body, burning the grotesque scythe until it finally died.

Firefeather stumbled and landed on the threshold. The flames on its body dimmed a bit, a sign that it had exhausted itself.

Marcos quickly closed the door. The "Ghostly Prohibition" emitted a clear light, causing the strange creatures outside to lose their way.

He took a deep breath, picked up the fire feather, and pressed it against his chest.

Firefeather floated lightly, like a warm ball of cotton. It raised its head, gently pecked Marcos's chin with its beak, and then closed its eyes.

Marcos locked the door, held Fire Feather in his arms, and leaned against the door, panting heavily.

Aunt Rosa collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face. Lilia clung tightly to her neck, refusing to let go.

Outside on the main street, the monstrous scythe was still hunting down other humans.

*

Qingjiang City.

Jiang Jun sat cross-legged in the study, his "Folklore Notebook" spread out on the table.

Golden light, like a gentle stream, flowed into the notebook.

His face darkened.

Another strange realm has descended, and not just one; there are at least a dozen on land alone.

South America, Africa, Southeast Asia, Europe—the spirit clones are constantly being activated, fighting against a massive horde of monsters.

Fortunately, no strange realms have descended upon China for the time being.

He wanted to rush to the disaster-stricken area for rescue, but he was worried that another strange disaster would strike Qingjiang City, so he had to forcibly restrain himself.

His divine sense swept along the sensory network of the Dao of Suppression, and suddenly stopped at a familiar aura.

Marcos!

That South American mixed-race youth was among the first disciples of the Azure Sky Palace.

His location was right in the hardest-hit area where the ghost realm had descended.

He could clearly sense the fear and anxiety emanating from Marcos, as well as the unusually active aura of the "Divine Rooster Talisman".

Jiang Jun had a sudden thought.

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