Terrifying Heavens: I Slay Demons by Painting Faces

gun!

At this moment, Minister Wu no longer had any arrogant arrogance; he stared cross-eyed at the gun barrel on his forehead.

"Hey...buddy, hold it steady, don't let it go off accidentally."

He was almost in tears.

At this point, no one else dared to make any rash moves.

At that moment, a child stepped out from the crowd. His voice, though childish, was firm.

"Please spare Minister Wu. What do you want with me?"

Chen Hengyi looked at the child, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and had delicate skin, clearly a pampered child.

The young prince, the seventy-first prince.

Chen Hengyi: "You must be the young prince. If I release Minister Wu, will everyone attack me?"

The young prince then waved his hand: "Everyone, put away your weapons!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Qing soldiers and several imperial guards obeyed his orders.

A lackey is someone who obeys orders.

Chen Hengyi also kicked Minister Wu aside, sending him sprawling face-first into the mud.

Chen Hengyi didn't want to waste words. He went straight to the point: "I don't want to waste words. I only have one request, which is to get rid of the zombie in this coffin right now."

"No way!" Minister Wu, who had just gotten up, immediately objected.

Chen Hengyi merely glanced at him coldly, and the latter immediately lowered his head.

The young prince shook his head: "No, my uncle is inside the coffin, I can't..."

"Shh, I'm not discussing this with you. This is a notification!"

Si Mu approached Chen Hengyi and whispered, "Why do you insist on getting rid of this zombie now, even at the cost of conflict with these people?"

"Our ancestral master has appeared! If we don't act now, your junior brother Qianhe will be killed by zombies tonight, and there won't be many survivors here either."

"What?!" Four Eyes' expression turned serious. He looked at the bewildered Chizuru and gritted his teeth, saying, "Yes, zombies must die!"

Master Qianhe, who was entrusted with transporting the corpse, was in a dilemma, caught in the middle and unsure of what to do.

"Senior brother."

"Shut up, listen to me!" Four Eyes immediately snapped, but then paused, "No, listen to your elders!"

Qianhe was stopped by Si Mu's shout. He looked at the bronze-horned golden coffin and couldn't help but speak up, "Senior brother, my Maoshan..."

"I told you to shut up. Now that you've graduated, you don't listen to your senior brother anymore?"

Finally, Chizuru sighed and stopped talking.

Upon seeing this, the young prince frowned slightly, waved his little hand, and four imperial guards blocked his way.

Chen Hengyi scoffed, "I knew it would turn out like this, but it's fine... I've been wanting to take on the Eight Banners' sons for a long time."

"You audacious scoundrel, you're asking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the imperial guards rushed forward with ghostly steps.

The strange weapon in his hand was so unpredictable that its trajectory was impossible to discern.

To be considered a master of the imperial palace, one must possess extraordinary martial arts skills!

No matter how much Chen Hengyi's strength increases, he will definitely not be able to surpass his opponent in a short period of time.

But Chen Hengyi narrowed his phoenix eyes.

Bang bang bang! !

He emptied his magazine in an instant. The imperial guards tried to dodge, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun a bullet.

Not to mention, Chen Hengyi had just undergone enhancement, and his perception had also been amplified.

The Mauser pistol had a magazine capacity of 20 rounds, and Chen Hengyi killed a Qing soldier with a single bullet.

Those bullets were like they had a lock-on cheat code!

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen corpses lay on the ground.

Not only were all the imperial guards killed, but he also spared no other Qing soldiers.

Everyone was stunned, completely unexpected that the battle would end in less than half a minute.

They never expected that Chen Hengyi's marksmanship would be so accurate!

"Tch, what era are we living in? Who would still want to fight you?"

"Hu~tui!" Chen Hengyi spat.

Chen Hengyi put away his pistol and looked at the trembling Minister Wu and the young prince.

"I don't need your permission now."

The young prince's face was ashen. He wasn't afraid of the corpses, but rather worried that Chen Hengyi, that scoundrel, would also kill him.

But then, Wu Shilang inexplicably mustered up his courage and stood in front of the young prince.

He acted as if you'd have to step over the young prince's corpse before you could kill him.

But Chen Hengyi simply ignored the other party.

Chen Hengyi waved his hand and shouted, "Move this coffin somewhere else! The blood stench is too strong!"

As soon as he spoke, Simu Jiale and the others did not hesitate and immediately stepped forward to move the coffin.

At the same time, Chen Hengyi instructed Qingqing to go find glutinous rice.

Chen Hengyi was determined to prepare the zombies inside properly, and he definitely wouldn't wait until nightfall.

Delay may lead to complications, so he wanted to let the other person bask in the sun and eat some glutinous rice.

During the transfer of the coffin, Chen Hengyi took the opportunity to visit the young prince.

He said, "Do you know why I hate you, and why I even want to kill you right now?"

"Why?" the young prince asked, puzzled.

Chen Hengyi took out a very thick book from his pocket and handed it over.

The cover had no text, but it felt heavy.

The young prince opened it with a puzzled look.

In 1842, the Treaty of Nanjing was signed....

The Treaty of Humen, 1843....

Treaty of Aigun, Treaty of Beijing, Treaty of Shimonoseki, Boxer Protocol

......

The young prince casually flipped through a few pages, then dared not look any further; cold sweat beaded on his face, and his pupils turned bloodshot.

Minister Wu trembled as he closed the nameless book, intending to return it to Chen Hengyi. His hands seemed unable to bear the weight, and the book fell lower and lower.

"Because you have no backbone; you are masters to your own people, but dogs to outsiders."

Chen Hengyi took a step back and said coldly, "I am a Han Chinese. I don't want these things. You can have them."

After saying that, Chen Hengyi turned and left.

The young prince and Minister Wu, however, seemed to have seen a ghost and immediately threw the book away.

But then a light, airy voice came: "After dealing with the zombies, I'm going to do a backbend. If you can't do it, I'll kill you all."

The young prince suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Chen Hengyi's back as if he had seen a demon.

And back massage too!?

"Brother... carry it on your back," Wu Shilang pleaded, then bent down and picked up the booklet again.

The bronze horn and golden coffin were moved to another location, and everyone was fully armed.

Jiale and Qianhe's apprentices each carried a large bucket of glutinous rice, a large number of corpse-suppressing talismans, and corpse-destroying talismans.

However, Chizuru and the others had extremely strange expressions as they listened to the readings of Wu Shilang and the other man.

The most hellish thing was that the two of them were reading the treaty over the corpses of Qing soldiers.

Chen Hengyi: "Don't let them influence you. Let's deal with the situation inside first."

Everyone nodded, remaining fully alert.

Chen Hengyi took an iron rod and inserted it into the coffin lid of the copper-cornered gold coffin.

Then knock it hard!

With a loud bang, the bronze-cornered golden coffin shook, and the heavy coffin lid opened a crack.

Visible black stench emanated from the coffin, permeating the air.

Chen Hengyi frowned.

next second.

Boom!

A thunderclap boomed in the clear sky, and Si Mu and the others looked up sharply, a flash of surprise crossing their eyes.

"A bolt from the blue—a demon is about to be born!"

I thought it was just an ordinary zombie, but now it seems that this zombie is not simple.

The zombies inside didn't seem to want to appear right now, and Chen Hengyi felt a force pulling the coffin lid in.

However, there is already a gap.

But I can't open it!

Chen Hengyi's iron rod was still wedged into the coffin lid. He cursed, "Damn it, stuff this damn coffin full of glutinous rice! We're making zombie rice dumplings today!"

At his command, Jia Le brought over a funnel.

Immediately afterwards, a large bucket of glutinous rice was mixed with the corpse-suppressing talisman and poured in.

Crackling sounds!

Immediately, firecrackers went off inside the coffin.

A strange wail escaped from the cracks in the coffin.

Chen Hengyi: "Don't stop, keep pouring!"