Republic of China

Chapter 391: Settling the Storm

In fact, both sides are very scared about each other's hidden tricks.

Let's talk about the three Yin Yang Masters first. No, now there are at most two and a half. The mud coffins they 'tinkered' with made Cherry frown. He asked himself that he had seen many strange and bizarre magic since he was a child, but he couldn't be completely sure what the aura this thing exuded was.

Are there zombies inside?

No.

The so-called innate is god, acquired is ghost, ghost is ghost, awakened spirit is spirit, strange mirage is monster, chaotic qi is monster, and untransformed is zombie. First of all, zombies can be seen and touched. To put it bluntly, no matter how powerful a zombie is, it has a physical body.

But the clay coffin in front of Cherry seemed neither real nor unreal. She always felt that if her sight moved away from the clay coffin by half an inch, this thing might turn into something else.

On the other hand, the two Onmyojis on the opposite side were ready for battle. They knew that Yanhuang had a lineage called Yanshi, and that Yanshi mastered a unique skill called Yanjia. But the problem was that they had never heard of Yanjia being able to jump out of a living person's body, and having the same behavior and appearance as ordinary people.

Is this a device that can be made by humans?
Or is it still considered a tool?
ka ka ka-

A strange sound came from the clay coffin, like the crackling of bones.

And at some point, several white talismans were pasted on the tiles in the corners, and the strange hexagram heads of the talismans flickered and emitted a faint light.

Cherry reflexively glanced sideways at a glowing talisman. It was this momentary shift in his gaze that proved that his worries were justified.

The next moment he felt his vision darken and he had an indescribable feeling of suffocation. It turned out that the mud coffin was suddenly standing in front of Cherry, and the forward-leaning coffin lid almost touched Cherry's nose. With every step closer, Cherry's blood surged twice as fast. In an instant, his eyes turned bloodshot and he believed that he would bleed to death in a moment.

At the critical moment, Cherry tapped her right toes twice, and then used a not-so-standard iron bridge move to create some distance from the leaning mud coffin.

It seems that he has great physical skills, but in fact, there is a retractable metal spike sticking out from under his leather shoes and inserted into the roof, so that he will not fall like a fool when leaning back.

Sometimes this trick is useful to fool opponents who have no foresight, but if you encounter someone with strong martial arts skills, such as the alley battle some time ago, the result is obvious.

As Cherry fell backwards, Yanjia pulled him back quickly. Although Yanjia looked delicate, he was actually very strong. He could carry Cherry as fast as carrying a chicken.

But just when the two sides were about three meters apart, the forward-leaning mud coffin suddenly exploded, and a black shadow was seen twisting and turning and moving straight towards Cherry.

Even Zhang Xiaogou, who was blood-thirsty in the yard below, became more sober and trembled all over after seeing what the black shadow was in the moonlight.

head!
A huge flying head with a green face and fangs!

Below the throat covered with black rashes and pustules is a terrifying neck made up of segments. Overall, it looks more like a giant centipede with a human head.

Faced with such great terror, even the knowledgeable Cherry was frightened to death.

He naturally didn't know that this ghost thing was a Class A Shikigami, Prajna Man. Once it targeted someone, it would fight to the death. Every time it killed someone, one more segment would grow under its throat.

Judging from its length, this shikigami, which has been passed down in the Onmyoji for many years, has a lot of blood on its hands.

This item was originally intended to be one of the trump cards to deal with Zhao Sanyuan and others. However, due to the high cost of activating it, it should not be used unless absolutely necessary.

However, Cherry, who suddenly appeared, is not much less powerful than Zhao Sanyuan.

Prajna Man came roaring, with fangs showing strange smiles under his high cheekbones, and his bloody mouth opened and closed as if he was going to swallow the cherries in one gulp.

"Year Stem Five Tigers Escape Jiazi!"

"Escape to the armor and do it——"

Cherry's spell-casting stopped abruptly. Facing the weird and terrifying Prajna Man, he had a flash of inspiration.

Is this ghost thing really just powerful on the surface?
Just like his intuition when facing the clay coffin before, until this moment he still felt that it was neither real nor unreal, like a refracted mirage.

哪！
Where is the truth?
There is no
There is no left or right behind.
That could only be down there!
Cherry's eyes flashed with a sharp light. His calm attitude towards the enemy allowed him to glimpse the trap hidden on the surface. It must be admitted that his reaction was quick enough, but it was still half a beat slow.

The next moment, the tiles under his feet shattered without any warning, without even making the slightest sound.

From it, a ghost thing that was exactly the same as the Prajna Man in front of him jumped out. To be precise, they were originally one and the same, one was virtual and the other was real. All the previous actions were to confuse the audience, waiting for this sudden and fatal blow.

There is no way to avoid it.

Just as Cherry took one step forward, the other leg could not escape from Prajna Man's bloody mouth which was about to close.

There was a loud bang and the roof was filled with dust.

The huge change caused the fighting in the yard to pause for a while. After all, not everyone can see mysterious things with their eyes. Most of the survivors could only see two groups of people confronting each other on the roof, and they could not see anything else.

Only one person was not affected at all.

He seemed to appear out of thin air behind Xie Jiuren, and slashed the back of his neck with his sword that was as sharp as a knife.

It was the secretary of Hachiro Sanada, the Japanese with the best swordsmanship in the courtyard. This sword was swift and fierce, and was determined to win. Even if Xie Jiuren had eyes on the back of his head, he could not avoid it.

Indeed, the old man was only holding on with his last breath at the moment. Even if he killed all the Japanese with his sword, he would not be able to leave alive.

The injuries were too severe to be recovered.

But it happened in a flash!

Xie Jiuren used his broken body to tell the Japanese what an old Yihe and an old swordsman meant.

There was a crisp sound accompanied by sparks flying.

A straight stab in the back, like a needle tip and a wheat awn.

The sword in Xie Jiuren's hand was stabbing at the tip of the katana that was attacking from behind, like an antelope hanging on a horn, leaving no trace, it was simply perfect.

After this move resolved the crisis, the old man suddenly burst out with incomparable energy, as if he had returned to the Yihe period in a dream. He was wild and unruly, with a heroic spirit. No matter who you are, from the East or the West, if you dare to act wildly, you will be killed.

After stabbing straight from behind, he changed hands to hold the knife, and kept the knife hidden behind his back. No matter the opponent's chops or stabs, they were all neutralized one by one.

The more fiercely the opponent attacked, the more Xie Jiuren smiled.

"Little devil, when it comes to using knives, grandpa is your ancestor."

The same sentence is indeed more convincing when spoken by the old man than by Zhang Xiaogou.

As the saying goes, the longer the sword, the stronger it is; the shorter the sword, the more dangerous it is. The length of the barrier sword is only half of the broadsword, so Xie Jiuren stepped forward and fought with the sword in close combat.

Sharpening knife!

catch!

Roll the knife and capture again!
In the blink of an eye, the cuffs under the adjutant's secretary's outer robe were chopped to pieces.
At this critical moment of life and death, the adjutant secretary knew the danger very well and must not retreat at all. Only by sacrificing his life could he fight for a chance of survival from the hands of this terrifying old man.

The only remaining smoke balls fell to the ground and mist billowed.

The clinking sound of the knives colliding was crisp and rapid, but it only lasted for a moment.

When Zhang Xiaogou chopped the last Japanese servant alive, the smoke gradually dissipated and he saw Xie Jiuren's sword cutting his opponent's neck.

The sword pierced into Xie Jiuren's chest, and the tip of the sword came out from his back, with blood oozing out.

"Old man!!!"

Zhang Xiaogou rushed forward like a madman, but could only watch as the damn Japanese soldier kicked Xie Jiuren away and drew his katana.

The "old immortal" adjutant secretary covered his neck which was cut two inches apart and cursed angrily, feeling scared. He didn't know whether the artery was severed or not. He only knew that if the cut was one inch deeper, even a god would not be able to save him.

The results are obvious.

Perhaps it was because his last burst of energy had reached its limit, or perhaps this old and true hero was getting old, and his final blow did not result in a mutual destruction.

His face, which was already full of wrinkles, looked even older and he was unable to lift his head.

But he was stubborn all his life, and he was unwilling to compromise even at his deathbed. He used up his last bit of strength to turn his head and look at the sugarcane field in the distance.
My life.

Be worthy of the heaven and earth.

Be worthy of the teachers and brothers.

Be worthy of the folks.

The only thing I feel sorry for is my family.

Grandpa is old and useless, and there is no way for me to personally take you away from this bloody tiger's den.

Fortunately, there is a boy who treats you like a treasure.

I really want to see you wearing the dragon and phoenix decorations.
Vaguely, Xie Jiuren seemed to see his grandson-in-law pounce on the little Japanese soldier, and both of them fell down. No matter how the little Japanese soldier kicked and kicked, he could not get away. The grandson-in-law was like a mad dog, using his knife, hands, and teeth to vent all his anger. Even if the little Japanese soldier tried his best to crawl and escape, crying for mercy, he still could not escape.

The Shura scene in the courtyard came to an end. All the Japanese were killed, and the only ones who were still alive were the young man and woman.

And on the rooftop, life or death is still undecided.

(End of this chapter)