After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Yu Zichuan: "Here I am."

Meng Lang jumped three feet high: "Where!"

Yu Zichuan: "Just kidding."

Meng Lang: "...!!"

Yu Zichuan: "Here I am."

Meng Lang snorted, "Trying to fool me again? Do I look that easy to fool?"

Yu Zichuan: "This time it's for real."

Meng Lang waved his hand: "Tch, I'm not falling for your tricks..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dark figure descended from the sky, wielding a huge axe, and smashed it down on the two of them.

Meng Lang and Yu Zichuan scattered to the sides, each rolling on the ground before finally regaining their balance.

Looking again at the spot where the two had just been, a long trench had been cleaved out by the giant axe.

Meng Lang looked up at the other person with lingering fear.

He was a man eight feet tall, so burly he looked like he was about to burst open.

Looking at his thick, bowl-sized arms and the bulging veins that seemed to writhe like earthworms, Meng Lang felt a chill and discomfort.

"Is this the ghost army forged by the Dog of the Dog? What kind of monsters are they?"

The reason I say "a group" is because Meng Lang discovered that fierce and malevolent ghost armies were continuously pouring in from all directions.

The ghost army quickly surrounded the two.

While fighting them, Meng Lang realized something: "No, this group of ghost soldiers is clearly controlled by Xu Gou. He wants to kill everyone who enters the town!"

"The inn is in danger."

Yu Zichuan said.

Meng Lang gritted his teeth, abandoning his carefree demeanor, and a fierce killing intent appeared between the young man's brows.

He drew the longsword from his back: "Then, prepare to die!"
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Inn.

Meng Qianqian had just fallen asleep when she was awakened by a series of approaching footsteps.

She opened her eyes.

"elder sister!"

Tan'er also heard the commotion. She cleverly got up, opened the window and looked out onto the street. She saw a large group of strong and powerful experts rushing towards the inn.

Each person was carrying a large axe.

She immediately thought of Lei Qianfu from Fengshui Hutong.

"Is this...the Axe Gang? Why are there so many big axes around?"

Meng Qianqian walked to the window, took a closer look, and also felt it was very strange.

These people looked no different from puppets, and their aura was similar to that of the medicine people. However, what really caught her attention was that they were all exceptionally strong, and their weapon was a large axe.

She knew this axe all too well.

No wonder Tan'er said that.

Is Lei Qianfu related to this group?
Meng Qianqian was absolutely certain that Lei Qianfu was a normal person, while these guys were not.

Lu Yuan and Chen Long made their move.

The two faced off against the ghost army outside the inn.

In a one-on-one fight, the Ghost Army was no match for the two.

However, the ghost army seemed inexhaustible, surging in endlessly.

This is not the way to go.

The two will be worn down by a war of attrition.

In a flash, Meng Qianqian tossed out a brocade box.

With a thud, the box landed in the center of the ghost army.

When the lid was shaken open, the monstrous contents inside were revealed.

All the ghost soldiers turned and fled as if they had seen the King of Hell.

Looking at the retreating ghost army, Chenlong was simply incredulous.

A hint of doubt flashed across Lu Yuan's face.

He looked at the brocade box on the ground.

At this moment, Meng Qianqian stepped out of the inn.

She bent down, picked up the brocade box from the ground, and carefully wiped it clean. "Luckily, it wasn't broken." Chenlong frowned. "This is..."

Meng Qianqian said casually, "Oh, it's the hand bone of Grandma Feng's husband."

Chenlong: "..."

Chenlong asked, puzzled, "Why would those people be afraid of a set of remains? And how did you come up with this idea?"

Meng Qianqian said, "Before I left, I went to Fengshui Hutong. Granny Feng asked me to bring her husband's hand bone with me, but she didn't say anything else. Just now, I just had a sudden idea and tried it as a last resort. I didn't expect it to actually work."

Chenlong said thoughtfully, "It seems that Granny Feng and her husband are not simple people either."

"More than that?" Lu Yuan glanced in the direction the ghost army had fled. "Didn't you notice that group of people looked a lot like Lei Qianfu?"

Chen Long frowned: "Could it be... that they belong to the same sect?"

Lu Yuan said, "Lei Qianfu is upright and doesn't seem like a sinister and evil army, but there is still some connection between them."

On the other side, Meng Lang and Yu Zichuan were also fighting with all their might against the hordes of ghost soldiers.

The two men were almost exhausted and thought they were going to die here, but unexpectedly the ghost army suddenly withdrew.

Meng Lang was completely bewildered: "What's going on? You've finally witnessed my power?"

Yu Zichuan sheathed his blood-soaked sword: "They seem to be afraid of something."

Meng Lang pointed to himself and said smugly, "Of course they're afraid of my divine power!"

Yu Zichuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the sword.

This habit is exactly the same as Lu Yuan's.

Meng Lang, catching his breath, said, "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so much better than your archery. If that's the case, why bother learning archery? Isn't swordsmanship more appealing?"

"No."

Yu Zichuan refused succinctly.

He was actually breathing heavily too, but his expressionless face made him look calmer than Meng Lang.

Knowing his stubborn nature, Meng Lang stopped trying to persuade him.

When the two rushed back to the inn, they saw the corpses of the ghost soldiers lying in disarray.

"Hey! Meng Qianqian!"

Meng Lang kicked the door open.

The three people sitting in the lobby, quietly drinking tea and having a late-night snack, all looked at him at the same time.

Meng Qianqian swallowed the noodles in her mouth: "Meng Qianqian, is that who you're calling me?"

Meng Lang's expression relaxed: "You...you're alright?"

Meng Qianqian said calmly, "If you're alright, why should we be in trouble?"

Meng Lang's lips twitched, and he muttered, "I went to great lengths to rush back and save you, humph."

All four suffered injuries of varying degrees, especially Meng Lang and Yu Zichuan, who had both been hit by Xu Gou before fighting the Ghost Army.

Meng Qianqian returned to the inn's lobby to treat the two men's injuries.

When she sensed a familiar internal force within the two of them, she frowned: "You've encountered the Dog of the Dog?"

Yu Zichuan has fallen asleep.

Meng Lang was startled: "How did you know?"

Meng Qianqian said, "His internal energy is a perfect blend of yin and yang, making it very easy to identify. Just bear with it, or you two might suffer a bit in a bit."

Meng Lang's expression changed drastically: "Hey, what do you mean?"

Meng Qianqian didn't explain to him. She simply took out a silver needle and inserted it into his Tianchi acupoint.

Meng Lang fainted from the pain on the spot.

Chenlong said disdainfully, "So bad, you haven't practiced enough."

Meng Qianqian: "...It really hurts."

If we compare the internal strength of others to a blade, then the internal strength of the Dog is like an arrow with a barb, and the pain caused by forcing it out is multiplied.

Many of those injured by the internal force of the Dog (戌狗) died from the subsequent torment.

Fortunately, Meng Qianqian had already mastered the Thirteen Ghost Needles technique to perfection.

After treating their injuries, Meng Qianqian also bandaged Chenlong and Lu Yuan's wounds.

As dawn broke, the Snake returned to the inn.

"You went to see the Dog of the Dog?"

Chen Long asked in a cold voice. (End of this chapter)