Chapter 12: Xuanshan (IV)
The 17-year-old Zong Chen is now completely tense.
Visibility was not high in the dark cemetery, so in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, the three members of the Zong family only brought a camping light.
From the naked eyes of the three members of the Zong family, there was actually , but the murderous aura that came towards them told them that there was indeed a terrifying existence there, watching them in the darkness of the void, waiting for them to show cowardice.
Just like a good hunter, he waits for the prey to show its weak throat before delivering a fatal blow.
A short but unusually silent stalemate.
Zong Nian, who had been holding the camping lantern for a long time, was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore. The long silence made it difficult for him to ignore the protest from his tense arm muscles, so he secretly wanted to change hands.
The metal handle of the camping lamp made a creaking sound, which sounded particularly clear and long in the dark night.
At this time, a sound breaking through the air was heard.
Zong Nian's left hand, which was holding the lantern, was cut by something invisible. He groaned in pain, and the lantern fell to the ground with a clang, flickered twice, and then went out.
The darkness completely surrounded the three people.
Zong Nian covered the wound on his left hand, blood flowing from between his fingers. He was seriously injured.
Zong Qingchun was the first to react: "Yangguan! Zong Nian is your wife in name only after all, how dare you hurt her?"
"Heh." A sneer came from the void, "Wife? Is he worthy of it?"
Then another sound of breaking through the air was heard.
Zong Qingchun secretly thought that something was wrong, and immediately formed seals with his hands, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, forming a small protective barrier around the three people. Zong Chen, who was standing by, coordinated and threw a piece of talisman paper toward the source of the sound. The talisman paper stopped in mid-air, and like an electric mosquito swatter hitting a mosquito, it made a "snap" sound, accompanied by a flash of lightning.
It didn't last long. After a moment, the talisman paper fell to the ground like a piece of waste paper. Then, ripples began to appear in the air, and the night in front of him suddenly receded like a tide, revealing a man in black standing in the darkness.
He was a tall man with long hair. He was wearing a black mask with intricate golden patterns on it. His features were not clearly visible, only his beautiful jawline could be seen.
The impact of the talisman just now did not cause any harm to the man. A small crack had been blasted by Zong Chen on the lower right corner of his mask, and his fair skin could be vaguely seen.
"As expected, you are the leader of this generation of the Zong family." The hand wearing a black glove slowly touched the broken mask, and the tone changed, "As disgusting as your ancestors."
Then Yangguan waved his hand and a gust of wind blew.
The barrier formed by Zong Qingchun's tongue blood was instantly blown to pieces by the strong wind. Zong Qingchun was beaten back again and again, and was hit by the backlash of the curse and spit out blood. However, Yangguan did not intend to let them go. He waved his hand again.
Another gust of strong wind came.
The wind blowing on people felt like dozens of knives cutting the flesh.
The three members of the Zong family all suffered wounds of varying degrees, among which Zong Chen's wound was the deepest.
The loss of blood took away the three people's strength to a great extent, and gradually even standing up became very strenuous. A feeling of despair and powerlessness gradually lingered in Zong Qingchun's heart. He was the oldest and knew best where the limits of his ability were.
The protective barrier formed by the blood on the tip of the tongue is actually closely related to the cultivation level of the person who casts the spell.
In order to break the protective barrier, the person who breaks the barrier must have higher cultivation level than the person who cast the barrier. But just now, his barrier was shattered so easily.
However, this was only the damage caused by Yangguan's wave of his hand.
"Maybe I'm really going to die here." Zong Qingchun thought to himself.
Zong Qingchun and Zong Nian both began to go into shock due to blood loss. But Zong Chen was a young and fearless person.
He picked up the wooden horoscope tablet that was broken into two pieces on the ground, put them together again, and drew a symbol on the back of the horoscope tablet using his own blood.
The continuous strong wind seemed to have no end, constantly causing damage to Zong Chen's body, but Zong Chen's hand did not shake at all as he drew the talisman. He drew the talisman in one go and quickly finished it. Then he raised the life talisman high and said to Yangguan who was floating in the air: "Today, I am Zong Chen of the Zong family!"
Yangguan in the sky narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Could it be that."
It was a magic trick to contract a demon. He wanted to use the remaining influence of the fate card to renew the contract with Yangguan.
Yangguan increased the strength of the strong wind.
Zong Chen was covered in wounds, but his voice was firm and his eyes were clear as he recited the second half of the sentence: "Capture the monster Yangguan! Go!" As he gave the order, the talisman turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Yangguan, instantly surrounding Yangguan tightly.
The stream of light turned into a chain, holding Yang Guan's neck. The bound Yang Guan's eyes were red, and he laughed in anger: "Well, you haven't learned much, but you use these despicable methods just like your ancestors, and you are very good at it." He squeezed the air, and Zong Chen flew out as if he couldn't be controlled, and crashed into Yang Guan's hand.
Zong Chen's neck was held in Yang Guan's hand.
"Your contract and my demonic power are wrestling with each other. I'm afraid it won't be accomplished in a short while." Yang Guan's hands were tightening, and Zong Chen's vision was blurred.
"Your clan has imprisoned me for three hundred years using despicable means, and now you want to take me back again." He asked harshly, "Why?"
Then, Yangguan's tone gradually calmed down: "I forgive you, as long as you pay it back with your life." As he said this, he was about to kill him.
Just at this moment, an angry shout was heard from behind the crowd: "Who told you to gather and fight at Lao Yang's grave in the middle of the night!" Then, Zong Chen saw a man in strange clothes rushing up and punching Yang Guan.
The force of that punch was so strong that it could send Yang Guan flying. Zong Chen was also sent flying, and his head hit the ground. The sequelae of excessive blood loss appeared at this time. His eyes went black, and he must have lost consciousness for a few minutes.
Maybe more than a few minutes.
When he regained his vision, he was still on Xuan Mountain, but not in the center of the cemetery, but in the center for individual visitors. The only person on duty seemed to be frightened by the blood-covered people who came down from the cemetery in the middle of the night, and he shrank in the duty room and dared not come out .
Zong Chen was lying on a row of wooden benches, his head resting on Zong Nian's knees. Zong Nian was protected, so his injuries were relatively minor and he could barely sit up.
Zong Qingchun was also lying on the bench on the other side, his head resting on Zong Nian's folded coat. He was motionless, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or fainted.
The latter is more likely.
Zong Nian was talking to a young man he didn't know. He couldn't help but look at the young man. The young man was wearing a cheap T-shirt and sweatpants sold in the supermarket. He looked gentle and seemed to be patiently explaining something to Zong Nian. He seemed to notice Zong Chen's inquiring gaze, then looked at Zong Chen, and when he found that he was awake, he quickly reminded Zong Nian.
Zong Nian then realized that his brother had woken up: "Brother! You are finally awake."
At this time, the young man replied: "The ambulance will be here soon."
Zong Chen asked, "Where is Yangguan?"
He was startled by his own hoarse voice, and then he realized that his whole body was in pain.
Zong Nian was the first to reply: "He was captured by Brother Lu's colleague."
Zong Chen asked doubtfully: "Colleague?"
The young man surnamed Lu said, "The Immigrant Household Registration Bureau is at 265 Xuanhua Street. My colleague asked me to tell you to come when you are well. We need your assistance in the investigation."
If Zong Qingchun was awake at this time, he should have realized what the Foreign Household Registration Bureau meant. But the 17-year-old Zong Chen and the 15-year-old Zong Nian had not had time to learn much about the world of metaphysics. In addition, they had just relaxed after surviving a night of disaster, and they actually thought of "let's talk about it later".
Even after the ambulance had taken all three people into the car, he did not ask what the Immigrant Household Registration Bureau was. But when he saw that Lu Ren did not get into the car, Zong Nian asked, "What about you?"
Lu Renwantly rejected Zong Nian's enthusiasm and said, "My friend is still visiting the graves on the mountain. I have to wait for him. You guys go now."
After receiving a blood transfusion, Zong Chen finally had blood circulating back to his brain. His long-lost IQ also regained its peak, and a lot of questions popped up in his mind: "Who is he? What is the Foreign Household Investigation Bureau? Why was it able to defeat Yangguan in one blow? Why would anyone go up the mountain to sweep the graves in the middle of the night on July 14th?"
Of course, that’s a story for later.
