The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 302 The soul returns
I originally thought he was just a wimp, but I didn't expect to meet a tough guy in the end.

Although he didn't know what the guy who looked so cowardly meant by the fried fruits.

But he also knows.

This time, my action failed, and it failed completely. There is no room for recovery.

"Search! Search hard!"

Since there is no way to get anything from the mouths of living people, then just look for it from them. Maybe you can really find the token.

For such a long time, although Fuso had already been outside the Great Wall and had occupied a huge advantage.

However, those national salvation soldiers who have been able to remain active in the mountains and forests during these years and have been on the front line of resistance are not easy to deal with.

Which one is not a hard nut to crack?

Although Onmyoji had already heard about some of the deeds of the National Salvation Army, when he actually saw this scene, his face looked very ugly.

I originally thought these things were just legends.

did not expect.

Now it has actually become true, making him one of the legends, but he is just used as a negative example.

Seeing the gloomy look on the Onmyoji's face, the other ninjas moved much faster.

There were already more than a dozen bodies left at the scene.

To be honest, anyone who falls to the ground basically has no chance of survival and no possibility of rescue.

After all, the current environment is so severe.

They knew that if they couldn't die quickly, or in other words, die cleanly and quickly.

What awaits them is a situation where they cannot live or die.

"…Sir, the token was not found."

Just when the Onmyoji looked gloomy and seemed to be thinking about something, the ninja leader approached cautiously.

After hearing what the ninja leader said, the Onmyoji could no longer bear it, and the Snow Girl behind him stirred up a gust of wind.

call! ! !
He even looked at the ninja leader with murderous intent:
"...Baga! Are you sure? Have you searched everything...everywhere...?"

Hearing the Onmyoji's question, the ninja leader paused for a moment, then spoke seriously:
"Reporting to the Lord, we have searched everything."

With a burst of anger, the Yin-Yang Master walked to the side of the corpse and kept observing, trying to find a loophole.

However, when he saw the bodies present, with their internal organs cut open, he knew that he would probably not find anything:

"……withdraw!!"

With a sense of unwilling resentment.

The Yin-Yang Master was too lazy to say anything to others here. After all, all the living people were dead. Could he still wait for ghosts to come?

Besides, do you really think that all ghosts are so easy to deal with?

Any spell has a source.

In Fuso, although some of the big Shinto families are good at controlling ghosts and can extract the souls of living people.

But that family has nothing to do with him.

And once there really is a family that is famous for such means, then their reputation in the Fuso Shinto world will be extraordinary and unique.

His status is not enough.

Even if he had learned similar methods in Jiuzhou, he would not dare to use them!
……

Watching the Fuso Onmyoji leave.

A burst of cheers broke out in the small building:
“…Hold on!!”×n
I don’t know how many practitioners who were holding swords or spears in their hands breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as their lair is not raided and as long as they have a glimmer of hope, they will continue to fight in places like these behind enemy lines.

But what I am afraid of is becoming a rootless duckweed.

There are innumerable inheritances in the spiritual world, but to be honest, only about 30% of them have strong fighting skills.

And among these 30%.

How many famous sects are there?

To put it bluntly.

Some of the mages who came from famous sects were not necessarily very powerful in fighting and might just fall down with a single blow.

Although there are many people coming from outside the Great Wall this time.

But those who really have the means are the ones who can make a name for themselves. There is nothing that can be done about it. It is really due to the environment.

It belongs to the cone in the capsule.

Many masters and heroes are able to continue fighting behind enemy lines thanks to this kind of enclosed stronghold.

If they were really caught by the Onmyoji, it would be a fatal thing.

It's not a case of destroying everything at once.

At least 80% of them can be killed.

If 80% of the people in this small building were killed, then these heroes outside the Great Wall would probably not be able to make a name for themselves.

On the surface, the titles of these heroes are supported by those who are at the master level.

But at any time, the middle level or the bottom level is relatively more critical.

Especially when it comes to conflicts between countries.

One or two masters are really of little use.

Unless there is someone who has truly cultivated his spirit to return to the void and become a true immortal, but is just one step away from ascending to heaven, you have to endure the backlash and attack him.

But where can we find such people these days?
To be honest, although the spiritual energy has dissipated, the thoughts that united people's hearts and the power of national destiny are only gradually weakening.

Compared to the existence of aura.

The suppression of practitioners by national destiny is even more terrifying.

Looking at the figure of the Japanese leaving, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

"That Hou San'er is indeed a tough guy!"

At this point, no matter whether Hou Saner's previous performance was good or bad, the final conclusion has been made now.

He was able to withstand the torture-like methods and even gritted his teeth to not spit out anything.

Even for this, we need to erect a monument specifically for him.

This is a good reputation after death.

If this news were to get out, and if an expert were to endorse it, then the Hou San family would at best be expelled from the ancestral hall.

The main reason is that the nature of this is too extraordinary.

This is a truly heroic act, and it happened in front of many masters.

Even if someone wanted to cover it up, they couldn't.

Unless everyone in the small building is killed.

"The tough guy is indeed a tough guy, but it's a pity that he lacks some tricks, otherwise he would really be able to get by..."

When it comes to this point, Bei Minghu also shook his head, looking as if he felt a little sorry for Hou San:
"Although it may sound unpleasant, the thugs in Tianjin are indeed quite ruthless in their tactics."

"If you use it to bully ordinary people, you are called a thug, but if you come to the outside of the Great Wall and truly contribute to the country, you are a hero."

"I think he has already accumulated enough energy. In the final analysis, he only has that much energy..."

As a true martial arts master, some techniques that can be considered secret skills but are not too advanced can almost be clearly displayed in front of him.

The reason why Hou San was able to die so easily in front of the Onmyoji this time was, on the one hand, due to the Onmyoji, and also because of the arrogance of the ninja.

On the other hand, it is the preparation laid before.

In fact, he could tell from Hou San's hands and feet that he was at most a farmer.

There is no real kung fu at all.

Only the method of swallowing a breath of blood and suffocating oneself to death can be considered a small trick in the underworld.

But this also made him famous.

From now on, in the three provinces outside the Great Wall, which cultivator doesn't know about a tough guy named Hou San? This is what he deserves!

At this moment, a few men who looked like waiters suddenly walked out of the small building that was originally closed.

Each of them had a towel draped over their shoulders.

The movement is very light.

But in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the small building.

No one knew what they were doing.

Time flows slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it is sunset again.

The bodies of Hou San and others were left in the wilderness, in the snow and ice, frozen into ice cubes.

The miserable look made one know what had happened just by looking at it.

"Seventh Uncle, someone is coming..."

Looking out the window, I saw several figures suddenly appearing near the corpses in the snow and ice.

Visible to the naked eye.

Each of them had a white towel draped over them.

Although there are not many people.

But it looks very solemn.

Whenever I approached a righteous man who died with his eyes open, I would put the towel in my hand over their eyes.

Finally, they can rest in peace.

After carrying the bodies of many heroes onto the door, those waiter-like figures slowly walked into the forest.

It disappeared in a short while.

Only the little bit of blood remaining on the ground told people that something extraordinary seemed to have happened here.

The red sun rises.

Logically speaking, when the sun first rises, some people are still sleeping in.

After all, it's freezing cold.

Although some practitioners need to get up early to practice, most of them do not have very solid skills.

Of course, there is no need to get up early.

But in such an environment, the small building, which should have been very lonely in the morning, is now full of people.

Some of them I have seen before.

Some of them I have never seen before.

Even though he had lived in the small building for several days, Qiu Sheng had never expected that there were so many people hiding in this small building.

Some of them have a deep breath, some have a shallow breath, some are as deep and majestic as mountains, some are like the spring breeze, and some are as fierce as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Everyone's scent is very unique.

But at this moment, they looked outside the door with serious faces, as if they were waiting for something.

Right in plain sight.

All I saw was that the door of the small building that was originally closed was suddenly opened:

"crunch~"

next moment.

All I saw was a group of waiters walking slowly towards me, each carrying a door panel on his back.

On the door panel were frozen bodies one after another.

Look at the miserable condition of these people.

No one present showed any unusual behavior; they just watched in silence.

The whole building was extremely quiet.

Finally, when all the bodies were moved in, the many tables in the hall of the small building were also occupied.

Although, this table used to be used for dining, is now used as a mourning hall for placing corpses.

But no one was unhappy.

"The hero...is back..."

Following the waiter's low murmur, everyone present murmured in unison in a voice that was not very loud, but very consistent with the silence:
"...The soul is back~" ×n
An inexplicable aura swept across the numerous corpses, across the bodies of many masters, and across the bodies of many martial artists.

It was as if he had greeted them.

Just at this time.

I only saw an old man who was usually very low-key and seemed to be just there to join in the fun walk out from the crowd:

"I have been a coroner for three generations. Now let me clean the faces of these heroes so that they can return home with dignity..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the low-key and simple old man took out several thin threads like goat intestines from his pocket like a magician.

Then, in front of everyone, he took a warm and wet towel and began to wash their bodies and reconnect the broken arms and legs.

The old coroner's methods are indeed good.

By the end, even Hou San, whose chest and arms were about to be shaved clean, looked like a living person.

These people all seemed to have smiles on their faces.

If the people present had not seen with their own eyes the tragic scene in which those people came, they would never have believed that those people present were already dead.

In the blink of an eye.

Many incense burners were taken out of the small building and placed in front of the forehead of the dead hero.

“…burn incense!!!”

Following a loud shout from the waiter who acted as the ceremonial officer, everyone present began to burn incense in order of distance.

Everyone here has their own rules.

Each person lit three incense sticks, which was a way of expressing their greatest respect.

It doesn't take a while.

The place became filled with smoke.

Just at this time.

All I saw was a staggering, thinly dressed man suddenly walking in from outside the closed door.

Look at the scimitar in his hand.

Suddenly, this was none other than Duan Yingxiong, the man who was chatting with Hou San and was praised loudly by Hou San.

At this moment, the hero was holding a bundle in his left hand.

There was even blood dripping from the bundle.

tick tock...tick tock...

With every step he took, blood dripped onto the ground.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

At this moment, Duan Yingxiong ignored everyone.

He just took a few steps forward, then placed the bundle on the table used for offerings and opened the large bundle:

"Brother Hou, you always say that I am a hero, but I am only called a hero if I can protect myself."

"And you saved many of your comrades present here. You are the real hero!"

When he said this, the hero picked up three sticks of incense, offered a little, and inserted them into the incense burner:

"Brother Hou, I got the news too late, so I can only send you the head of a squad leader that I killed when I came back from outside as a memorial."

"But don't worry, this is just the beginning. If there is a chance, I will send more beasts to serve you..."

(End of this chapter)