Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 109 Dragon God

Liang Xun tried to explain, but no one believed him.

After all, how could someone without any cultivation possibly perform such a "shrinking the earth to an inch" movement?

Despite repeated explanations, the people still did not believe him, so the old man stopped trying to explain.

They simply sipped tea and ate meat while watching the campfire in front of them.

The group agreed to stand for one hour on the first shift, and then for two hours after the shift change, before returning to their carriages to rest.

The caravan's wagons formed a circle.

The campfires burned brightly in circles, illuminating the surroundings.

But a thick fog rolled in, like a rising tide, ignoring the campfire and washing over the feet of the sentries.

The sentry felt a chill under his feet, as if water had seeped into his boots.

Looking down, I saw that the mist had condensed into the heads of several infants, who were gnawing at my feet.

"Warrior—!" Before he could even shout, a thick fog surged up and engulfed him.

Liang Xun was inside the carriage, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

After much deliberation, he knelt respectfully inside the carriage.

"Mountain God, please feel free to ask for anything. I'm used to a simple life and really can't accept such respect."

After he finished speaking, the carriage remained silent.

Liang Xun waited for a long time, but received no response.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out from outside the door.

"Old sir! Old sir!"

Liang Xun frowned.

He detected fear and pleading in that voice.

The knife that was stuck in his lower back was instantly placed in his palm.

"What is it?" Liang Xun leaned closer to the carriage door and asked in a low voice.

"Sir, open the door quickly! Something's happened outside!"

The sound drew closer.

It sounds like that businessman surnamed Wan.

Liang Xun gripped the knife tightly and suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.

"The barbecue we had today was delicious. Mr. Wan, you were drunk then, so you didn't tell me where you bought the meat."

"Oh, I was indeed drunk at the time—open the door, I'll tell you." A voice suddenly realized what was going on outside the door.

Liang Xun immediately took a few steps back, gripping the knife tightly in his hand.

Cold sweat poured down his face and trickled down his temples.

This caravan was quite disciplined; they drank tea while eating meat and didn't drink any alcohol.

"Something's wrong—" The old man stared intently at the door, backing away from the doors and windows.

Several more inquiries came from outside, and it was still Boss Wan's voice.

Liang Xun's whole body tensed up, and he didn't hear clearly. A rapid drumbeat sounded in his chest, and his blood rushed to his head, making it feel throbbing.

"What should we do?"

"Should we hide in the car and wait for dawn, or rush out?"

Thoughts fell like raindrops.

Without realizing it, Liang Xun saw his hand holding the knife.

The knuckles turned white, the blood drained away.

He suddenly remembered something.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of fine, rapid tapping sounds echoed in the carriage.

It sounded like the sound of locusts flying at high speed crashing and dying on the wall during a locust plague.

The sounds grew denser and louder.

The carriage was like a small boat facing a huge wave, its body being rocked more and more violently, almost capsizing.

"Dragon God—Lord Dragon God—"

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"The boy has no chance of survival in this carriage. Only by breaking out and joining other people can he hold out until dawn."

Please bless me!

The words fell.

A red dragon, as thin as a willow branch and as small as an earthworm, emerged from Liang Xun's clothes.

Come to think of it, it seems to be only in its fifties or sixties.

This guy right now actually calls himself a kid—

Red Dragon was somewhat dazed.

Its appearance immediately silenced the frantic pounding that surrounded the carriage.

Liang Xun was taken aback, feeling a warm sensation on the back of her neck, as if a hot water bottle had been placed on it.

My wildly beating heart calmed down.

His eyes lit up, and he shouted, "May the Dragon God protect us!"

They rushed out of the carriage.

What came into view was a rain of fire falling from the sky.

Wisps of gray mist, coated with flames, danced wildly in the sky.

Upon closer inspection, the gray mist resembled human facial features.

They opened their mouths wide, as if they were wailing.

Liang Xun was stunned.

It seems that no such ghostly creature ever appeared in Yunxi Continent when the Frog God was alive.

A red dragon hung above his head.

Without even needing to release their breath, a mere glance was enough to send flames overshadowing the thick fog.

The fog returned to fog.

To a stranger, it no longer possesses that eerie, soul-crushing quality.

It was as if the order of this place had been restored.

After the meteorite bursts, white ash, like paper money burned to ashes, falls down in droves.

The firelight pierced the darkness.

Surrounded by a group of guards, Wan Fuhai, looking somewhat dejected, walked up to Liang Xun. He intended to kneel down, but Liang Xun, who had jumped out of the car, helped him up, so he could only bow.

The guards also bowed.

"I can't express my gratitude enough for saving my life. After we get to the city, please stay at my house for a while so I can express my thanks," Wan Fuhai said.

"This is beyond my ability," Liang Xun quickly waved his hand.

He's usually fine when he speaks.

The people in front of him were so respectful that he felt extremely uncomfortable, his toes almost digging through his cloth shoes.

"It was not my ability, absolutely not my ability. It was the Dragon God of Zhongshan who heard my call and descended with divine power to save us."

"The Dragon God is truly worthy of gratitude. After returning to the city, I will definitely create a golden statue for Him and build a temple to worship Him."

"Sir, I must repay your kindness in calling me back."

Wanfu Haichang bowed deeply but could not rise.

Liang Xun was at a loss when a majestic and grand voice suddenly rang in his mind.

Ask him who is in charge within the city.

Enveloped by this voice, he felt as if he were standing in a vast, empty wilderness.

Thunder rumbled overhead.

He could only feel the insignificance of his own existence, not even a drop in the ocean.

Liang Xun was taken aback, but reacted in the next instant and immediately asked.

"Manager Wan, who's in charge of things in that city now?"

"In charge?" Wan Fuhai stood up, his brow furrowing.

After dismissing the guards, he replied, "The lord of Hongze City is a member of the Lü family."

"If we're talking about who's in charge, I think it should be the elder of the Lü family who's in charge, not him personally."

The red dragon nodded.

That mist demon from earlier, it exists in Yongning Continent, and it has seen it before.

It asked through Liang Xun's mouth.

"Does the Lü family have any cultivators nearing the end of their lifespan?"

"This—I truly do not know. But there are rumors that the Lü family has an old sword immortal who is over five hundred years old."

"I've never heard of the Lü family holding a funeral. The Star River Sword Palace and the Lü family are evenly matched, neither superior to the other."

It seems that the sword immortal is still alive.

Sword Immortal —

Sword immortals would not use methods like mist demons to prolong their lives.

However, it's also possible that his lifespan is nearing its end. And the dragons are aggressive, along with the so-called Star River Sword Palace's oppressive presence, and the Yellow Dragon of Central Plains—

To protect the family, he had no choice but to do it.

"Do you know about the Shuowang Gate?" Chilong asked again through Liang Xun.

Wan Fuhai sensed something was amiss.

Such a question doesn't seem like something an old man in front of him would ask.

The old man previously claimed to have no cultivation, which may be true. However, he could very well be the messenger of the Zhongshan Dragon God.

With this in mind, Wan Fuhai spoke even more respectfully.

"I know a little."

"It is common knowledge that the Shuowangmen act unpredictably. However, they have left an office in Hongze City where they recruit orphans, but no one knows exactly what they are doing there."

"But every seven days when they go out to buy groceries, they go to the same vendor and buy a batch of abacuses that are three times longer than those on the market —"

P.S.: I'm home now, and I'm not used to the table, chairs, and computer. I'll get used to it in a couple of days and resume updating three times a week.