Knife splashing

Chapter 602: Decisive Battle Night

The wind was howling and the snow was flying.

Night had already fallen, but the atmosphere in Chengdu was still frenetic.

The whole city is filled with red lanterns, emitting a scarlet glow through the mist, mixed with biting cold wind and heavy snow.

Muffled thunder could be heard from the air from time to time, and the oppressive feeling was suffocating.

On both sides of the street, the bamboo and wooden lamp sheds should have been colorful, but now they are uniformly covered with red curtains, and various palace lanterns and revolving lanterns emit a hazy red light in the thick fog.

The patterns of flowers, birds, and gods painted on the lanterns were all reflected in a hideous and distorted manner, and reflected bloody light and shadows on the snow-covered ground.

The entire city seemed to be sinking into a pool of blood.

All the people in the city have been infected at this moment. Their faces are flushed, sweat is oozing from their foreheads, and saliva is hanging from the corners of their mouths.

Holding a torch in hand, he wandered aimlessly in the thick fog.

Everyone had gone crazy, fights were everywhere, broken limbs and blood were splattered on the snow.

Even the children screamed, lit firecrackers and threw them at the crowd. The explosions triggered even more excited roars.

The rust on the "God of Happiness Money" on their bodies had peeled off, and where it came into contact with the skin, blood vessels bulged and spread like black lines, like dark blue curse marks.

However, they felt no pain at all and just mechanically repeated broken mutterings such as "burn incense and pray for blessings" and "kill the evil spirits".

The streets and alleys were in a mess.

The entire city of Chengdu seemed to be dragged into a nightmare.

At this moment, reality and illusion overlap.

Only madness and bloodiness become the main themes.

There should have been soldiers patrolling on the city wall, but when the secret realm of Dragon Palace and Water Palace was drawn in, all the soldiers had received orders to withdraw to defend outside the gate of King Shu's Palace.

At this moment, Chengdu Prefecture was no longer defended.

Above the wilderness, a red mist wrapped in wind and snow came, rushing left and right, and crashing into the city wall with a bang.

The red mist dissipated, revealing a dishevelled figure.

It was the Dragon Worshiping Sect leader “Lang Wu”.

"Ah~"

His head was bleeding and he screamed, grabbing the edge of the bronze mask with his five fingers and pulling it outwards with all his strength.

On the bronze Nuo mask, the protruding vertical eyes flashed red light.

This thing seemed to come alive. The red evil spirit was extremely sticky, like tiny roots, tightly clinging to Langwu's face.

As the mask loosened, the bloody roots grew longer and longer.

Snapped!
Finally, the bronze Nuo mask was taken off and rolled away.

Lang Wu's face was also covered with blood holes and pits, looking extremely miserable.

He didn't bother to pay attention to it. He gasped and looked at the bronze Nuo mask on the ground, his eyes full of fear.

This thing is a sacred artifact from the ancient Shu Kingdom, mysterious and unfathomable.

With the guidance of others, he used it to absorb the evil spirit trapped in the Dragon Palace and the Water Palace, and completely transformed it into demonic energy.

More powerful, but also more dangerous.

If you don't want to avoid the soldiers of the underworld, you won't use this thing.

To make matters worse, the ceremony failed.

Then why is Li Yan still connected with Dragon Girl...

"Lang Wu" was also puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it. He stretched out his hand, wrapped the Nuo mask with a rag, then stood up and stumbled into the city.

The city was in chaos at this moment.

Crazy people wandered around like drunkards, the red light of torches and the bloody shadows of lanterns intertwined into a web, and they would attack anyone who was not under the curse.

However, Langwu ignored it.

The Nuo mask in his arms emitted a red glow, and the people along the way who were cursed and went mad were also affected. They ignored him and made way for him.

Finally, Langwu arrived outside the Shu King's Palace.

The Shu King's Palace at this moment was a completely different scene.

Every few dozen meters outside the palace, there is a three-meter-high French flag standing, fluttering in the wind and snow, with a huge white lantern hanging from it.

On the white lantern, the word "甸" (meaning in Chinese: 甸) was written in big black ink, and there were also lotus flowers and cranes painted on them.

This object is called "funeral lantern" and originated in the Song Dynasty. It is also called "soul-guiding lantern". Legend has it that it can illuminate the way to the underworld for the deceased and prevent them from getting lost.

It is a custom in some areas in the north to hang white lanterns in the courtyard on the seventh night to allow the deceased to "return home to visit relatives."

Speaking of which, it's a bit ominous to hang this up.

However, the 108 battle flags outside the Shu King's Palace, together with the 108 "funeral lanterns", formed a formation that blocked the thick fog and red light in the city out.

The cool white and the crazy red are clearly distinguished.

The soldiers from the garrison who were transferred to Chengdu were now camping outside the palace. There were nearly 30,000 soldiers, and their tents were connected in a row, surrounding the palace tightly.

They were not cursed. They stood in the wind and snow with spears in their hands, looking at the crazy world on the other side. There was confusion and fear in their eyes.

Although these soldiers came here on orders, their loyalty to the King of Shu was far higher than the imperial power on the horizon.

But now, they are all worried.

This scene doesn't look like he is going to establish himself as king...

Of course, no one dared to ask more questions.

Under the high wall behind him, teams of Black Feather Guards directly under the King of Shu, armed with new muskets, rode their horses cautiously, full of murderous intent.

Anyone who raised questions before was shot on the spot.

The bloody corpse is still hanging on the wall.

In the dark alley far away, Lang Wu looked around secretly and did not break through from the front. Instead, he turned to a nearby house and jumped into the well.

This well leads directly to the moat outside the Shu King's Palace.

Although Lang Wu could not perform water escape, his Qi meridians were long and he could travel underwater, pass through the water channel in one breath, and get into the Palace of the King of Shu.

When it reappeared, it had appeared in the pond in the palace garden.

He seemed to be very familiar with this place. He walked along the shadows and quickly entered a woodshed.

There was a rustling sound, and when he pushed the door open and walked out, he had changed into eunuch's clothes, bent over, and walked towards the East Six Palaces.

Along the way, there were occasionally soldiers standing guard and eunuchs and palace maids wandering around.

Whenever someone asked, Lang Wu would silently hand over the badge. If the other party pressed the issue, he would simply use hypnosis to confuse them.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't act so recklessly.

When they were almost at the East Six Palaces, Lang Wu looked up into the distance.

But in front of the palace hall, the lights were on brightly, illuminating the snowy fog in the night sky. Although blocked by the hall, Lang Wu knew that it was the King of Shu and his masters performing a ritual.

He gritted his teeth and didn't dare to stay any longer. He quickly came to a small courtyard next to the East Six Palaces and jumped over the wall into it.

Although the courtyard is located in the royal palace, it is very simple, with only one low floor, and looks inconspicuous.

This kind of courtyard is where the eunuchs of the palace live, usually with at least seven or eight people, but at this moment it is very deserted.

As soon as he entered the yard, Lang Wu smelled a bloody smell. His face suddenly changed and he rushed into the main house.

The room was pitch black. On a large bunk bed, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in meditation. His face was pale and his chest was covered in blood.

"God Lord!"

Lang Wu became anxious and hurried forward.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flickered faintly in the darkness, cold and majestic.

"Forgive me, my Lord. I have failed in my duties!"

Lang Wu was startled and quickly knelt on one knee.

The middle-aged man was none other than Li Wenyuan, the immortal who had secretly descended to the mortal world and reincarnated as a god by borrowing the dragon soul of Lord Jiangshen.

Seeing that the other party was fine, Lang Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course he knew Li Wenyuan's identity, otherwise why would he give up his bright future and follow him to serve him.

It is not easy for this immortal to reincarnate into the human world.

If it weren't for Lord Jiangshen's spiritual charm, I would still be in a daze.

Could it be that they were not successful there either?
Langwu was a little confused.

Li Wenyuan, who was sitting cross-legged, looked at him, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it and asked in a cold voice: "Why did you fail?"

"Li Yan is parading outside Qingyang Palace..."

Lang Wu quickly narrated the incident.

"That's the Flower God's parade." Li Wenyuan was indeed a man who had once ascended to the God's throne. He had extraordinary knowledge and quickly guessed the whole story. He said in a deep voice, "The Dragon Girl's true body already has a connection with the Flower God. She used her incense to condense her spirit again."

"This method should be told by the Dragon Girl."

Lang Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Lord God, is there any way to remedy this?"

"wishful thinking."

Li Wenyuan said coldly: "Lord Jiangshen is still alive. He should have been replaced by the Dragon Girl many years ago. However, I revived him with my secret method. Now it is done and there is no chance anymore."

"this…"

After hearing this, Lang Wu’s expression became even uglier.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart and turned to look out the window.

But there were dense footsteps outside the courtyard, the door creaked open, and a man walked into the courtyard, wearing a yellow brocade dragon robe and a crown on his head.

It was the "King of Shu" Xiao Qipan.

He looked at the dark room, his old face expressionless, and said calmly: "Friend Li, I told you this method won't work. I wonder if you are still willing to cooperate with me now?"

Li Wenyuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the big bunk bed, heard this and his eyes became uncertain. He waited for a long time before slowly getting up and walking out of the room.

In the snow and wind, the two faced each other coldly.

"King of Shu" Xiao Qipan suddenly smiled, waved his hand and raised it slightly, "Everyone, move a hundred steps away. Anyone who dares to eavesdrop will be killed without mercy!"

Wow!
At the command, the surrounding soldiers left immediately.

Lang Wu frowned and turned to look at Li Wenyuan.

"You go too!"

Li Wenyuan nodded with a grim expression.

"Yes, God Lord."

Langwu handed over the cloth bag carefully and then left.

After leaving the courtyard, he also stood a hundred steps away, looked at the soldiers around him who were eyeing him covetously, snorted coldly, his eyes full of gloom.

He knew the identities of the two people inside.

One is a famous alchemist in the Qin Dynasty, hiding in the human world, reincarnated several times, and plotted something great...

One is about the mysterious disciple of Shen Wentai, a Taoist priest from Jiuyi Mountain, who ascended to heaven and became an immortal, but secretly came down to earth...

The two first cooperated, and then fell out.

There must be a huge secret behind this.

It's a pity that he has been through life and death, but it's still hard to trust him.

Thinking of this, Lang Wu felt unwilling...

In the yard, "King of Shu" Xiao Qipan suddenly made hand gestures, and his facial features, muscles and bones twisted, and his appearance changed. He turned into a thin man, not at all old.

It was exactly the true face of Lu Sheng, the alchemist in the late Qin Dynasty.

“It’s better to be honest with fellow Taoists.”

He smiled slightly, and his temperament became elegant.

Li Wenyuan saw this and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, "You got the elixir of immortality. It seems that everyone has been deceived by you."

Lu Sheng slowly straightened his chest, the bones in his spine crackled, and his body became upright.

He smiled calmly, "Where in this world is there an elixir of immortality?"

"Back in the Kunlun Mountains, the Queen Mother of the West was a god, King Mu of Zhou was a human, and the Ten Witches were intermediaries. All these legends are nothing but symbols of the path between heaven and man."

"Ever since Dayu controlled the flood, the path between heaven and man has been cut off. Hou Yi found the elixir, but he didn't even get to eat it himself, so Chang'e got the advantage..."

"The immortality elixir I obtained is nothing more than the remaining charm of the Great Wilderness. It can restore youth and transform one's body and soul."

"People in the mortal world don't know, but you, Daoist friend, must know."

Li Wenyuan said coldly: "At the beginning, we agreed that you would give it to me after you found it. If I had eaten it, why would I be in such a mess?"

Lu Sheng laughed dumbly, "Didn't you break the agreement first?"

"Humph!"

Li Wenyuan snorted coldly, "What you are going to do was not originally arranged, why are you arguing with me?!"

"Hahaha…"

Lu Sheng laughed wantonly, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Daoyou Li has been in the human world for so many years, he should have found out that Cheng Jianxin saw the way to becoming a god, and would rather destroy his own Taoism than become an immortal."

"If this road is really good, why would he be like this?"

"If you follow your method, you will just repeat the same mistakes. Why don't you follow our path and take our place?"

Upon hearing this, Li Wenyuan's face was filled with sarcasm, "Where do you get the courage from?"

"With no way out, you naturally become courageous."

Lu Sheng's eyes were somewhat amused. "Fellow Daoist Li has now become a fugitive from Heaven. The Thunder Department will definitely send people to arrest you. Do you think those people will really guarantee you?"

“This humanitarian revolution is our opportunity.”

"Isn't this an opportunity for you, fellow Taoist?"

After hearing this, Li Wenyuan's eyes suddenly became uncertain.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, took out the bronze Nuo mask wrapped in rags, and said in a deep voice: "Your plan is wrong, someone will come to stop you. When the Dragon Girl replaces Lord Jiangshen, we can break into the Dragon Palace."

"This thing can be used against Erlang, making him faint..."

"Also, I have cursed Xiao Jinghong's wife, which can infect the secular gods worshipped in the Shu Palace and speed up the progress..."

"Hahaha."

Lu Sheng smiled, "I knew that you had a backup plan. Today we will take the treasure and leave, and then meet up with other Taoist friends."

Li Wenyuan nodded, but there was still some hesitation in his eyes.

"If I do this, I'm afraid the consequences will be too great..."

"Fellow Taoist, you are joking."

Lu Sheng looked calm as he looked at the foggy sky. "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all living beings are ants."

"The life of a mortal is like morning dew. It will eventually die. What does it have to do with us?"

Not long after, the two walked out of the courtyard again.

Lu Sheng has changed back into the appearance of the King of Shu, and comes to the gate of the hall with his soldiers and Li Wenyuan.

I saw two towering altars erected in the square ahead.

On a magic altar, a dark stage was shrouded in black mist. Situ Qian had changed back into the appearance of Ghost Zhong Kui, holding a magic sword and a magic umbrella, stepping backwards and singing a dark play...

On another altar was Zhao Jie who had escaped earlier. He was wearing a black robe, with dishevelled hair, holding a compass in his hand, and staring at the sky with eyes full of expectation...

………………

Outside Chengdu Prefecture, Li Yan and others came to the edge of the thick fog.

"Okay, you can leave from here!"

Sharifei pointed forward and shouted loudly.

Behind them, there were thousands of people following closely, all of whom were the people from Chengdu Prefecture who had participated in the parade before.

Although they looked pale, they eventually regained consciousness and looked around with horror.

After hearing what Shalfi said, some people took a few steps forward doubtfully, only to see that the surrounding scene suddenly changed. The night wind was slightly cold, and there was no thick fog or strong wind. Even the falling snow had stopped.

When I turned around, I saw a vast expanse of white behind me.

More and more people left, crying for joy and kneeling on the ground.

"Immortal~"

In the team, an old man suddenly knelt on the ground, his face covered with tears and pleading: "My family members are still in the city..."

"Please, Immortal, save my family!"

Upon hearing this, many people knelt on the ground.

"Don't worry, everyone. Let's go."

Li Yan looked solemn and nodded slightly.

To be honest, he was not sure about Chengdu's current situation.

Just then, his ears moved slightly and he smiled.

Wang Wang Wang!
In the distance, in the wind and snow, the barking of countless dogs could be heard.

On the snow, dense plum blossom footprints appeared...

(End of this chapter)