Infinite Immortal Ship

Chapter 34
"This mountain road is indeed difficult to walk. I'll sleep at your house tonight!"

It gets dark earlier on a cloudy day. When Lu Yansheng arrived at the wooden house Qiao Jia built in the mountains, it was almost dark.

"Dalang, my place is not big. If it rains, your donkey may get wet. I know there is a cave under the hillside. Why not put the donkey in the cave?"

Under the leadership of Qiao Jia, Lu Yansheng came to the cave at the foot of the hillside. Seeing that the cave was of suitable size, Lu Yansheng had an idea.

"Brother Qiao, if there is thunder when it rains at night, I'm afraid the donkey will scare away. Why don't I stay in this cave tonight?"

After Qiao Jia thought for a while, he understood Lu Yansheng's concerns. Seeing that the cave was too crude and might get cold at night, he not only brought a bundle of hay over, but also took care of the cave with Dalang.

After the two drank hot water and chatted for a while, Lu Yansheng watched Qiao Jia leave, then silently took out his flintlock musket and loaded the ammunition.

This morning, Erlang just comforted him, saying that if the old ones don't go and the new ones don't come, he can only accept that the west wing was burned down.

In the afternoon, Erlang talked to him about the news brought by Qiao Jia, and he realized that the original culprit was a family of hunters in the mountains.

However, even though he knew this, he still felt powerless in his heart. Mr. Ji was a witch priest who could summon gods and ghosts, and he was simply not something he could deal with.

When the reporting officer had no evidence, there was no way to deal with the matter.

At this time, Erlang said a method.

Since the Liu family and his son have not left yet, Mr. Ji may send gods and ghosts tonight, and when the witch priest is performing rituals, what he fears most is that the rituals will be interrupted.

So, he took the flintlock musket and came to the vicinity of Mr. Ji's house with the help of Qiao Jia.

If Mr. Ji keeps to himself, he doesn't have to take risks.

If this person really wants to attack again, Erlang will light fireworks as a signal, and then he will show his personal bravery!

Thinking like this, Lu Yansheng took out the second flintlock musket from the donkey cart. This flintlock musket was given by Erlang as a guarantee. In order not to arouse Qiao Jia's suspicion, he secretly hid it in the donkey cart.

After loading the ammunition, Lu Yansheng looked up in the direction of the Lu family's old house. If he didn't wait for the fireworks to bloom tonight, it would be a sleepless night.

There was not a trace of light in the gloomy night sky, so the light of the fireworks twelve or three miles away appeared extremely dazzling.

Lu Yansheng's tiger body trembled, he picked up two flintlock muskets and walked out of the cave. After taking a look at the black and long winter hillside, he climbed up the hillside in the direction marked in the evening.

Lu Yansheng knew that time was urgent. If he breathed faster, Erlang would be less at risk, so he mobilized the power of his bloodline, and with a flash of divine marks on his body, his speed immediately doubled.

Seeing that the courtyard was not far away, before Lu Yansheng could breathe a sigh of relief, an extremely powerful aura hit his face. Under this aura, the power of his bloodline was suppressed by [-]%, and even his arms The divine patterns on his body became dim.

Lu Yansheng's heart skipped a beat and he was shocked: "In order to ensure that the ritual can proceed smoothly, the shaman priest actually arranged a formation around to suppress the extraordinary power!"

Shocked, Lu Yansheng did not take a step back. After adjusting the positions of the two flintlock muskets, he continued towards the house halfway up the slope.

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Feeling the divine patterns formed by the power of blood on his body gradually extinguishing, Lu Yansheng's will seemed to be affected by the formation, but when he looked up and saw the fireworks still blooming in the distance, his will became firmer.

"If I lose my will, the life and death of the second child in the family will be in danger!"

Thinking of this, Lu Yansheng gritted his teeth and ran to the door of the courtyard in one breath.

I don't know if the family was too confident, but the courtyard door was wide open. Lu Yansheng knew that time was urgent, and he rushed in regardless of whether there was a trap or not.

The large locust tree in sight is surrounded by an extremely huge power, and not even a trace of blood power can be mobilized here.

Fortunately, in addition to the power of blood, he also has the magic weapon of forging weapons!

"The monster did this to my old house last night, and today he's going to do it again to harm my family. It's really abominable!"

Shouting like this, Lu Yansheng pulled the trigger at the big locust tree.

boom!
A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the yard. The family saw someone breaking in, and just as they were about to use weapons to kill them, someone was frightened by the thunderbolt. They saw countless smoking holes blasted out of the large locust tree. , several men were too frightened to move.

Lu Yansheng ignored Sanqi 21 and swiped the flintlock musket that was out of ammunition on the incense table. He heard a crackling sound and the things on the incense table were beaten to pieces.At this time, Mr. Ji's face suddenly changed at the incense table. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. After his eyes suddenly opened, his face was full of anger.

Just as Mr. Ji was about to scold the strange man in front of him, a cold iron pipe was thrust into his chest.

"Mr. Ji, look at this big locust tree. If you dare to act rashly, your whole family will be gutted by me!"

With that said, Lu Yansheng raised the musket that was out of ammunition and pointed it at the home of the Ji family.

Mr. Ji had never been so angry before, but the lives of his whole family were in the hands of the man in front of him, so he had to bow his head temporarily.

At this moment, there was a sudden thunder and lightning in the distance, and then drops of rain fell from the sky.

At the same time, Liu Dianhu also woke up. As soon as he let out a scream, the nervous Lu Yansheng took a shot from the barrel.

Seeing the face of the culprit Liu Tenhu being slapped to pieces, Lu Yansheng remembered the rhetoric Erlang taught him.

"Mr. Ji, you listened to the slander from the Liu family and his son, and that's why you did something evil. If you repent now, there is still room for change. If you still persist in not regretting it, you will be charged with murder!"

Mr. Ji was about to recite a spell silently to capture someone secretly. After hearing this, he suddenly froze.

"Are you from the government? Instead of catching the thief who stole my grandson's banknotes, why did you come to my house and threaten people?"

When Lu Yansheng heard this, he just laughed: "Mr. Ji, have you never suspected that Liu Dianhu lied?"

Mr. Ji was startled when he heard this: "Before last night, I had a feeling that the letter Liu Goudan sent to his son Liu Xiantong was indeed stolen by this thief. This cannot be false."

Lu Yansheng was speechless. From another perspective, this letter was indeed obtained after Erlang killed the monster. Although it made sense logically, the meaning was quite different.

"Old man, the letter was indeed obtained by my second son, but it was because the monster who sent the letter was greedy for my elixir. The letter fell into our hands only after the monster was killed. Moreover, the letter only contained information about murdering others, and there was no money at all. Money!"

When Lu Yansheng said this, he pointed the flintlock musket that had run out of ammunition at Liu Tenant and said, "Since Liu Tenant is here, why don't Mr. Ji ask carefully?"

Mr. Ji turned around and saw that Liu Dianhu, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, did not dare to look at him at all. Even if his face was turned away by this murderous man, his eyes were full of dodge.

Mr. Ji's heart sank when he saw this, and then asked: "Liu Goudan, is what this person said true?"

Tenant Liu was stared at by Mr. Ji, but he still said harshly: "Grandpa Seventh, I paid enough for this!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Ji family understood the implication of Liu Dianhu's words: If you are getting money to do things, why do you ask so clearly?
Mr. Ji almost broke his back molar. Before the natural disaster in the mountain village, he was already the shaman priest in the village. He would never take action easily except for major events involving the village.

After the natural disaster, he was afraid that the villagers who had left their hometowns would be treated unfairly, so he decided on the ritual specifications of 77, 770 and 770. He would also meditate before doing the ritual again to prevent being deceived.

In this way, people who really need help will pay him to do things, and he can also help the folks who really need help.

Mr. Ji didn't bother to wipe the blood from his mouth and looked at Liu Dianhu in disbelief.

"Liu Goudan, do you think I'm here for the 770 seven cents?"

"The fourth-level mountain spirit last night is worth at least one elixir on the market. Inviting the mountain spirit today has cost me all the merit I have accumulated over the years. You just asking for money to do something really chills me!"

Even if Liu Goudan lied to him, Mr. Ji still wanted to take care of Liu Goudan for the sake of his dead cousin.

And when he heard these words, he was completely heartbroken: "Liu Goudan, since you regard me as someone who can be sent away with money, then I don't want you to be a relative of yours!"

Seeing that Mr. Ji was no longer reliable, tenant Liu shouted at the top of his lungs: "If you don't want it, don't want it. I have a fairy son, and there are many people who want to be related to my family!"

Seeing Liu tenant's generous appearance, Mr. Ji felt a bad breath in his heart.

At this moment, an iron pipe flew over and hit Liu Dianhu directly on the other side of his face.

"Tianhu Liu, if Mr. Ji doesn't take action, I won't tolerate you!"

Thinking of the burned-down west wing of his home, Lu Yansheng felt angry again, and he slapped Liu Tenhu with two big mouths.

(End of this chapter)