The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 371: Fallen Guardian Spirit
The gray-white cashmere that has not been processed with any dyes is twisted into primary-color wool yarn with a simple atmosphere. The warp and weft are interwoven in circles and carefully wrapped into a round ball like a house according to a simple fishing net pattern. The size of the ball is amazing.

Thinking back to the era when precision machinery was not yet popular, one can imagine the workload of such pure hand-weaving. Under the rough and simple appearance, every inch is soaked in the workers' hard sweat.

The good wishes that have been deposited in it over the centuries shine brightly like specks of golden sand.

However, just like the decaying town below, this handicraft, which symbolizes the prosperity of the past, has also taken on a different look after being worn down by time.

——That is depravity and filth!

As if it was ink dripping on white paper, a purple stain seeped out from the inside of the ball of wool slowly and steadily from light to dark, spreading silently along every silk thread and every strand of fiber.

The stain was like a conscious living being, choosing its path and transforming itself into an evil creature in the blink of an eye.

A strong smell of wool, intertwined with the pungent odor of rotting animal protein, instantly spread and filled the surroundings.

The biological attack that was enough to make a healthy adult paralyzed and vomit crazily was just the appetizer, and a more deadly threat was following...

One after another, slender dark shadows suddenly attacked, emerging from the ground, rising from the walls, and hanging from the ceiling. They stabbed towards the newcomers from all directions, front, back, left, and right, vowing to pierce them to pieces!
Then... the sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly stopped.

The scarlet threads of light twisted and swirled, depicting ancient foreign characters, forming a three-legged divine bird that symbolizes light and heat, making all evil things fearful and stand still.

The flames rose and leaped, as if the planet hidden on the back of the earth had returned and generously shared the pure and blazing sun and energy.

But the existence in front of him was obviously not worthy of this gift. The choking stench quickly rolled back and was compressed on the surface of the giant sphere, forming a layer of black barrier visible to the naked eye. Thousands of dark shadows also lost their camouflage, revealing their woolen bodies with creepy cold light, like disgusting worms trembling unwillingly in the air.

"Sure enough... things like wool, even if they become monsters, demons, or even local spirits, are still afraid of fire." Zhu Mingyao calmly revealed the enemy's details.

Just like the description in the Taoist books, when an old thing transforms into a spirit, it will inevitably carry the characteristics of its original body. As long as its life level is not completely sublimated, the corresponding weaknesses will also be inherited!

His guess was confirmed, but he did not show any joy on his face. Instead, he said with regret:
"The hard work of thousands of honest workers, the pure and beautiful wishes, and the continuous admiration and reverence of future generations have condensed into the crystallization of faith... Such rare luck created the prototype of the earth god, but it eventually degenerated into a demon greedy for blood."

His sigh was sincere. The other party's fate was lamentable. He had clearly taken advantage of the rising tide of elements and by chance had stepped on the threshold. He was about to become the guardian ghost of the town, but he fell in the darkness before dawn.

His murderous intent was genuine. As his words rang out, the Golden Crow flapped its wings and soared into the sky with the fire to subdue demons. It circled in the sky and its gilded feathers turned into pieces of flowing flames that shot out, easily penetrating the foul-smelling miasma and attached itself to the giant ball, which then exploded with sparks.

Countless yarns were twisting and trembling madly. The huge ball was rising and falling violently like waves. Billowing black smoke with the strong smell of burning hair was spreading wildly.

A body made of oil-rich textiles may not be afraid of ordinary high temperatures, but for the highly targeted Xuanmen Jingyan, it is undoubtedly an extremely high-quality fuel.

Knowing that this would not be able to harm the demonized guardian spirit at all, Zhu Mingyao struck while the iron was hot and used all his strength to mobilize his true energy, then waved his sword to activate the pre-arrangement.

"Zha!"

Around the building, where the blades were buried, dots of silvery-white light emerged, and neat Chinese characters floated in the air: chop, cut, shear, slit, trim…

The textual conception with clear symbolic meaning evolved into an illusory pair of iron scissors and steel knives, cutting off the roots of the black air that penetrated deep into the ground.

What is wool afraid of? Besides fire, it's scissors!

Gold and fire moved together, pressing forward step by step. Even though the giant ball kept struggling, it was still carbonized layer by layer and shattered into pieces, and its defeat was imminent.

Just when the situation was going well, suddenly there were faint whispers echoing through the void:

Peace, abundance...

The farmland is thriving, the livestock is thriving...

Amidst the meaningless chatter, inexplicable auras came from all directions of the town, and the seemingly brilliant flames suddenly dimmed.

At the same time, Zhu Mingyao felt that an indescribable invisible net was covering him. The air seemed to have suddenly become tens or hundreds of times thicker. From the bricks and tiles of the memorial hall to the grass and trees outside the window, this small world was suppressing him. With his current strength, he actually felt that his magic power was somewhat stagnant.

Although such existence is not too strong in combat, it is still quite difficult to deal with. No wonder felling mountains and destroying temples has always been a difficult technical job from ancient times to the present!

His mind raced, and he pointed his peach wood staff high into the sky like a sword.

"Looking eastwards to the Fusang Palace, I bow my head to the Yuyi.

The bright scenery of the Sun Cave makes me feel so lonely.

It makes me worship the golden color and wait for the sky to see the heroic figure.

Huanghua descended to the Jade Girl, Linxuan descended at this time! "

The red-gold flames summoned by the Sun God Spell poured down, transforming the staff into a broad-bladed sword with a lotus bud as the head, a sun disc as the guard, and a divine talisman as the spine, and it slashed straight down!

"hiss--!"

Just like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, the huge ball broke, and the wool thread as tough as steel wire was split into two, and fell limply to the ground, motionless.

The faint wailing slowly dissipated, and with a sudden thunderclap, all the prayers, auras, and visions disappeared without a trace.

A few round things in black, red and white rolled out from the ball of wool, swayed twice at Zhu Mingyao's feet, and their empty eye sockets looked up at the late savior.

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Several black body bags were spread out on the open ground. Using moonlight and flashlights, the police officers did their best to piece together the few remains of the victims.

"How are we supposed to explain this?"

Loggins, who came after hearing the news, was staggering, his old face looking so bitter that water was about to drip out of it.

After clasping his hands and clenching his teeth for several weeks and reciting the Rebirth Mantra for the deceased several times to dispel the resentment, Zhu Mingyao let out a sigh of relief.

"Whatever. If you can't think of anything, you can ask the higher authorities. They are very good at making up lies. Now that we're done here, I have something else to do, so I won't bother you anymore."

"How can that be? At least allow us to entertain you well. The secret lamb chops dinner is already grilled, please be sure to try it." The old mayor was well versed in the ways of the world, and he forced himself to do his best to keep the guest.

"We'll talk about it next time we have a chance." Zhu Mingyao fanned his nose in disgust, "I've had enough of this sheep smell today."

"That would be very rude..." Seeing his insistence, the old mayor tried to persuade him to stay for a few words, but then he went down the hill. He had a lot of troubles to deal with after the sudden change, and he was in no mood to treat guests as if nothing had happened.

"By the way, please wait a moment!" He suddenly slapped his shiny forehead, grabbed the young man who was about to leave, quickly looked at his figure, turned back and whispered in the ear of a policeman, who immediately got on his motorcycle and sped away.

A moment later he returned with several flat bags.

"We have packaged lamb chops and our town's specialty handmade wool sweaters, which are brightly colored and have elegant patterns. Like all our products over the past century, they have been carefully defatted and have absolutely no sheep odor. If possible, please help promote them!" The old man smiled and blinked.

"You really have a business mind..." Zhu Mingyao laughed and took the souvenir.

Loggins grinned in a bitter smile: "There is no other way. The tourism industry is about to be hit. We have to find a new way. We can't just sell all the fields and ranches to big companies."

After waving goodbye, Zhu Mingyao walked into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)