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It's only October outside, far from the time when the mountains are ablaze with color and the forests are covered in frost, but the mountain valley surrounded by the barrier is already showing the scenery of late autumn.

Besides deciduous plants like oak and privet having lost all their leaves, even evergreen trees like shortleaf pine are somewhat withered and yellow.

The culprits causing this abnormal scene are emerging from the forest with typical animalistic roars, crushing the dead branches and leaves under their feet, and rapidly converging on this place.

Chapter 184 Cry for Help, The Wen Clan's Twin Fiends 2

Clumps of black and red objects, glowing with an eerie red light, bypassed the trees and rocks and rushed out of the forest!

"Formokas!"

A low, strange incantation sounded.

A straight, fiery red line!

Two fiery red straight lines!

More than a dozen bright red streaks shot out together, like festive fireworks, drawing bright trails through the dim mountain forest.

But what Zhu Mingyao saw was a series of gray-red fireballs the size of bowls hurtling towards him.

"boom!"

The sound of explosions reverberated all around.

A large number of blazing flames rose up, the heat waves baked the ground, ignited the scattered branches and leaves, and sent up wisps of white smoke.

While this barrage of fireballs isn't quite as powerful as an RPG, it's not far off from an old-fashioned hand grenade. Any flesh and blood that encounters it will only end up being pulverized.

The sound of noisy footsteps drew closer, and a pack of mastiff-like beasts growled around the fire. Behind them, several masked figures draped in black robes quietly emerged.

Each masked man had an illusory black chain around his wrist, with one end forked and adorned with a mastiff collar of varying sizes.

Upon closer inspection, those so-called "mastiffs" were bald and hairless, their bodies shrouded in black smoke, with a reddish-brown skin tightly stretched over their skeletons, looking both ferocious and disgusting. Flames spewed from their large mouths full of fangs, clearly indicating that they were not normal creatures in nature.

Where they passed, the low shrubs withered slowly at a visible rate, and the leaves of the tall trees gradually turned yellow, which is the origin of this strange autumn scenery.

With a slight flick of his wrist, a masked man activated the chains, and several strange dogs bared their teeth and claws, lunging towards the fire.

The crimson star danced in the air, flashing brightly and then dimming, the flames dissipating, yet there was no trace of human remains within.

The masked leader suddenly opened his eyes wide, realizing something was wrong, and opened his mouth to give orders.

The next second, a dark blue wooden staff fell from the sky and struck him squarely on the forehead, causing the masked man to bleed from all seven orifices and fall to the ground with a scream.

With Zhu Mingyao's current physical strength, even if he only used two or three-tenths of his strength, a single blow would be enough to smash an ordinary person's brain on the spot. The fact that he managed to keep his head intact and even have a breath left shows that this guy has some strength.

Extending one foot and stepping on the enemy, Zhu Mingyao used a qi-sealing technique to subdue him. He then coldly surveyed the surroundings and chuckled.

"Flames tainted with filth and evil power, a sulfurous stench—is this the legendary hellhound?"

It was just an ordinary question, but it sounded like some kind of exorcism incantation, scaring the evil hounds so much that they tucked their tails between their legs and retreated.

Although these magical beasts are not very intelligent, their keen senses are their ability to survive, far surpassing those of humans of equal strength.

In their eyes, the young man before them was like a mighty gale, a rushing river, capable of crushing them to dust with the slightest movement.

But the manipulator behind it all lacked the instinctive alertness of a wild beast; he simply shook the magic chains frantically, urging the monster dogs to charge forward and fight.

Forced by the contract, these monsters, resembling hellhounds, roared helplessly, then raised their heads, opened their fangs wide, and spat out balls of flames that hurtled towards Zhu Mingyao.

The raging flames generated a high-temperature airflow that swept up several fallen, withered leaves, turning them into a wisp of black ash in an instant.

Facing the attack from all sides, Zhu Mingyao remained calm. He twirled his staff in a semicircle, and a white arc of light spread out.

"Forbidden! By the decree of the Northern Emperor to vanquish demons, all evil arts shall be forced to revert to their original state!"

The fiery fireball struck the white light and bounced back along the same path, blasting the strange dog and the masked man in black into a series of falls.

Without hesitation, before the enemy could recover, he flicked his index and middle fingers, unleashing a streak of silvery-white sword light that pierced through the body of a strange dog, blasting it into a cloud of black dust. The light then transformed into a crisscrossing net, each strike a deadly attack.

Screams and wails rose and fell, and in a short while, only a few headless corpses and clumps of fine charcoal ash exuding an evil aura remained on the ground.

After retrieving the Cold Iron Sword Pill, Zhu Mingyao grinned at the masked leader who was still groaning in pain, revealing a sinister smile.

"When it comes to surviving people, one is enough, don't you think...right?"

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In a secluded space bathed in soft, emerald-green light, two figures leaned against each other, whispering to each other.

"How long will the effect of the [Nature Hermit's Orb] last? Why does it feel like it's getting increasingly crowded inside?"

Sam, the curly-haired youth, looked at the dull stone bead in his hand and replied with a bitter expression:

"There's only about an hour left, and then we'll be squeezed out."

Dean carefully stroked the wound on his leg, which had barely stopped bleeding. He mustered his courage and gently pinched it, feeling the stinging pain, and hissed as he said:

"The potion is very effective. Aside from the evil magic that seeped in, my injuries have improved a lot. Listen, if things don't improve by then, you'll have to find a way to escape yourself..."

"Shh! Someone is coming!"

Sam raised a finger to his lips, interrupting his brother.

Sensing something different about the cultists they had searched unsuccessfully before, the newcomers circled their hiding place. The two men exchanged a glance, then quietly drew their alchemical pistols from their waists, preparing for a desperate fight.

"Dong dong!"

A dull knocking sound came through.

"Are Sam and Dean inside? I'm Mil, your contact."

Standing before a robust, thick red oak tree, Zhu Mingyao tapped on the gnarled roots protruding from the ground and tentatively asked a question.

Seeing that no one answered, he thought for a moment, then suddenly activated his brass pocket watch and repeated himself.

This time, as expected, there was a reaction. Accompanied by a strange fluctuation, a point of emerald fluorescence stretched and deformed at the twisted and coiled tree roots, revealing a narrow, illusory cave.

The dark muzzle of a gun peeked out first, followed by a small mirror with wings that flew out and cautiously surveyed the area before two brown-haired heads slowly emerged.

Yes, the Wen Family Duo, classic skin.

Looking at the two people who had crawled out, Zhu Mingyao felt a pang of emotion.

At this moment, the Wen brothers are in their prime, not yet worn out by the long 15-season storyline.

However, his strength and methods are indeed much stronger than in the original storyline. He is no longer the poor guy who can do everything with a shotgun and fight the demon king with salt bullets and daggers...

His gaze swept over the small mirror floating above their heads and then fell on the various pieces of equipment hanging on the two of them.

He was observing the two brothers, and the two brothers were also observing him.

Sam wiped the dust off his face and thanked him hopefully.

"Thank you for your help. May I ask where the other rescuers are? Several of our classmates have been kidnapped by cult members..."

He looked around, his words growing increasingly hesitant, "Are you the only one here?"

Zhu Mingyao shrugged, pointed his staff diagonally, and sent a stream of [Wood Longevity Qi] over. He then cast a Sweet Dew Spell, dispelling the black and red evil energy that was entangled in Dean's wound, and his leg was almost completely healed.

He showed off his skills briefly, demonstrating his strength, and then smiled gently.

"Follow-up support will arrive soon, and..." He glanced back at the mountains and forests they had come from, and said meaningfully:

How did you know I was the only one who came?

Chapter 185 Sam, This Was Your Fate

"...We set off from the Witcher League headquarters, heading to Los Angeles to participate in the operation, but who would have thought that yesterday at dusk, for some reason, the car inexplicably turned into this strange place."

On the dark hillside, a bush suddenly trembled, and a few withered yellow leaves drifted down. It seemed as if something was brushing past it, but there was no sign of anyone.

Zhu Mingyao held his staff upright, as if holding up an umbrella, to support the [Six Earthly Branches Hidden Form Method], while exchanging information with the two.

Sam, carrying a Taurus 92 pistol engraved with runes, controlled the small winged mirror in the air to scout ahead, working with his brother to cautiously guard their surroundings.

"Actually, Dean noticed something was off about the town ahead, but the cars of my classmates who were traveling with me were going too fast and drove in before we could stop them, so we had no choice but to follow them."

He muttered to himself, his face full of self-reproach.

"As soon as we got off the bus, a large group of enemies launched an attack, captured Carly and the others, and threatened to make me give up resistance."

Dean, carrying a double shotgun named after his family, bit open the cork of a bottle containing a pale purple liquid and applied the exorcising oil, which exuded the fragrance of verbena, to the magic patterns on the gun. He then limped along beside Dean.

"Don't think too badly of things. Their goal is very clear, which is why I pulled you away. As long as we don't get caught, your classmate is still useful and won't be harmed for the time being!"

"There are three types of enemies, or rather, three factions..."

He quickly explained the details.

"The first type is the cultists you just killed; they are skilled at summoning hellhounds to attack."

Another type is the demonic spirit that attaches itself to a person; we've eliminated some of them before.

As for the last one, he was a sorcerer capable of casting bizarre curses.

Dean stretched his neck, which was still a bit stiff, and heard his joints cracking as he grimaced.

"It must be a variant of petrification; it almost turned me into a statue..."

As they were talking, an old-fashioned rural town appeared before the three of them.

A winding, dilapidated road stretches from the outside into the town. At the entrance stands a huge tin sign. Although the paint has been mostly peeled off by wind and rain, the words "Welcome to Ambrose Town" can still be barely made out.

Thirty or forty buildings of varying sizes are scattered in the desolate mountain valley. The surroundings are unusually quiet, with not even the chirping of insects or birds. The only sound is the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze.

The three of them hid under the influence of magic and searched the road quietly.

Zhu Mingyao was multitasking. On one hand, he activated his Heavenly Eye to scan the houses one by one in search of the hostage's whereabouts. On the other hand, he used his fingers to calculate and use the [Six Palaces Heart Divination] to predict good or bad fortune.

Below average!

This indicates that the hostages' situation is not good, but at least they are still alive.

Gas stations, convenience stores, and several public buildings emitted dim lights, seemingly still operating as usual, while figures could occasionally be seen standing behind residential windows, as if nothing was amiss.

But when the ghost soldiers transformed into tiny paper figures, drifting with the wind into the night and moving in and out of the cracks in the doors and windows of roadside houses, no trace of any living person could be found.

Well, that only applies to living people; there are plenty of dead people though!

Sensing the message from the ghostly soldiers, and seeing the familiar scene, Zhu Mingyao already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.