Chapter 208 Yang Jian, thank you for protecting me
"Brother, you are so brave!"
Lu Chunliang looked at Li Daoxuan, who was stabbing three vicious dogs to death with a steel fork, and felt a sense of admiration in his heart.
This guy is really calm.
Li Daoxuan let go of the steel fork and looked into the distance. The iceberg hell was very large. Other ghost officials in the distance heard the noise and were rushing over quickly.
"Brother Lu, it's best to run now."
Li Daoxuan pulled Lu Chunliang and the two of them started running outside, not bothering to look for anything and returning to the balcony. They just ran to where there were fewer ghost officials.
With the blessing of the Maoshan Armor Horse Talisman, the two of them were moving very fast. In addition, the effect of the Shangqing Xuanyin Talisman was still there , so they were safe along the way.
Li Daoxuan was not afraid of those ghost officials. He just took action because he felt aggrieved. Fortunately, those ghost officials were alone, so he could take the opportunity to get rid of them.
But this does not mean that he can run rampant in the underworld with his strength.
Apart from anything else, if the Hollow-Bellied Ghost King took action, he would definitely not be his opponent.
Of course, Li Daoxuan also has his trump card. His greatest confidence is actually the Great Five Elements Escape Technique. After all five elements are mastered, no matter whether it is the water of the Yellow Spring or the soil of the Netherworld, he can escape into them and leave calmly.
With the magic spell of immobilization given by the Queen Mother, he is confident that he can save his life even when facing the Hollow-bellied Ghost King.
However, along the way, he found that the Hollow-Bellied Ghost King did not appear. He even overheard from some ghost officials that the Hollow-Bellied Ghost King had not appeared for a long time. All matters big and small in the Yellow Springs Realm were handled by the Ghost King's first ghost general, Chihu.
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Li Daoxuan and Lu Chunliang ran for a long time and felt that they had finally gotten rid of those ghost messengers and were temporarily safe.
They had left the Eighteen Levels of Hell and arrived at a ghost town.
Although it is called a ghost town, it is actually similar to a city in the human world, only more gloomy and without sunlight, but you can still see clearly.
There are still pedestrians on the street, basically old people and children , all of them are dead souls.
Their lives in this ghost town are no different from those in the mortal world, except that as ghosts they do not need to rest, so there is no night here.
There are even shops in the city that sell things burned from the world of the living.
However, the currency used in the transaction was not ghost money, but millet, which was the rice that Lu Chunliang had scattered when he was in the underworld.
Li Daoxuan saw several children eating cooked millet, completely unaware that this ghost town was actually a cage and they were the livestock living in it. When they grew up, they would be sent to hell and slaughtered.
Lu Chunliang looked at these children with a trace of pity in his eyes.
"They died young, and their souls cannot grow. But after eating millet, even the dead ghosts can continue to grow. It's really sad..."
As he spoke, Lu Chunliang took out some black powder and sprinkled it on Li Daoxuan and himself.
"Our Shangqing Xuanyin Talisman is about to expire. I will sprinkle some Yin Sand on you. It can cover the Yang energy. Although it cannot make us invisible, it can make others think that we are ghosts too."
Yinsha is made from yellow sand where people who died unjustly were buried. It is full of resentment and can confuse the sight and hearing of ghosts and gods.
Li Daoxuan also experienced the essence of Maoshan. A disciple in the early stage of fasting had such diverse methods.
Because there were mostly elderly people and children in the city, they found two hats in the storage magic tools, covered their faces, and quietly entered the city.
"Brother, my master has told me that you must not buy anything in a ghost town, as it will shorten your lifespan!"
Seeing that Li Daoxuan was not afraid but was looking at the surrounding illusion with great interest, he couldn't help but remind him.
Li Daoxuan was about to speak when he was suddenly startled by the sight of an execution ground in the distance, built at the intersection of the busiest streets.
At this moment, Li Daoxuan suddenly understood why there were not many ghost guards around, but basically no ghosts dared to escape.
There were red-hot copper pillars on the execution ground, with some old people and children hanging on them. Their skin was burned and their flesh was exposed, and they screamed in pain.
They are all ghosts who tried to escape but failed.
The ghost officials would force the city residents to come and watch every day to serve as a warning to others.
But now their voices are even louder and their laughter is even more rampant, because among this group of tortured ghosts, there is a very special existence.
A ghost officer held a spiked steel whip and whipped the prisoner hard, scratching it a few times on purpose so that the rusty iron spikes would cut the delicate skin, leaving shocking scars.
The prisoner had endured countless tortures. She fainted countless times, but was woken up by the beatings. Her white clothes had turned into blood.
There was a pool of solidified dark red blood on the ground, showing that she had been tortured for a long time and her soul was on the verge of dissipating.
The steel whips in the hands of those ghost officials are not ordinary whips, but a special magical weapon that can cause great damage to ghosts.
Li Daoxuan looked at the figure and suddenly stopped.
In the messy and dry hair, he vaguely saw a familiar face, as if he had seen it before.
But unfortunately, her face was also whipped by the steel whip, and it was almost unrecognizable, as if it was a pool of flesh that had been forcibly sewn together with needle and thread.
The ferocious-looking ghost whipped the man dozens of times before he stopped panting and laughed at the ghosts watching him: "See? This is the legendary bad guy who can subdue demons and monsters, the demon nemesis? Haha, this is what !"
Hearing this, Li Daoxuan was shocked. He finally knew who this woman was.
The Bad Guy Lou Xiaoyun!
The little girl who admires me very much, who is brave and fighting at a young age, and who always smiles it off even when misunderstood and wronged.
However, the brave girl had not only died, but her soul had also fallen into the devil's cave and suffered inhuman torture.
Li Daoxuan's heart sank, thinking that she might have been intercepted by people from the Underworld on her way back to Chang'an and met with an accident.
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In the execution ground.
The ghost whipped him again and threatened, "Lou Xiaoyun, you still won't tell me about Li Daoxuan and the Louguan Dao's method?"
It has been more than two months, and the torture day and night has not been able to break this woman's will in the slightest.
Now that she was on the verge of losing her soul, this was her last chance to get the information.
Lou Xiaoyun paid no attention to what he was saying. Instead, he looked at the innocent souls in the audience with compassion.
They were originally farmers working in the fields, children studying in private schools, and citizens of the Tang Dynasty.
However, here, there is eternal darkness.
The old man grows millet endlessly, and the children become lambs in a pen. They live a hard life during their lifetime and suffer even more after their death.
If such a den of evil were to expand further, it would be a shame and nightmare for the Tang Dynasty!
Unfortunately, I still couldn't get back to Chang'an in time to tell His Majesty and the headmaster the news...
Bang!
Perhaps it was her contemptuous and disregarding attitude that angered the ghost, and he whipped her hard again.
Lou Xiaoyun's soul began to dissipate, and in a daze, she recalled the night that influenced her life.
Her parents were both bad guys. When she was eight years old, they went out on a mission together and never came back.
That night, the city was captured by demons and countless people were eaten as blood.
She hid in a small, dilapidated temple and slept in fear at the feet of the statue all night.
She saw the figures of demons outside the temple, but when the demons saw the statue, they were frightened and hesitated for a long time, but finally did not dare to come in.
It was not until the next day that an old man with a white beard walked in, looking a little tired, and the whisk in his hand was stained with the blood of the demon.
The old man with white beard forced a smile and said his name was Yuan Tiangang and he was a friend of your parents.
Before following the other party away, Lou Xiaoyun pointed at the heroic statue and asked a question.
"Grandpa, do you know who he is?"
Yuan Tiangang touched her head and said with a smile: "He is the True Lord Erlang Xiansheng, Yang Jian, who specializes in killing demons and monsters."
The young girl tried hard to raise her face, her big black eyes staring at the face of the statue, her childish voice sincere and firm.
"Yang Jian, thank you for protecting me."
"In the future, I want to protect others like you!"
