The Mysterious Card Maker: Starting with Zhang Jiao's Deification

They seemed to be drawn together by a red thread, which converged in one direction, and at the end of that thread was a Taoist priest in a yellow robe.

He had long, loose hair and held a tattered ancient book in his hands.

"Old Zhang?" Lin Fan asked softly.

The figure seemed to have heard Lin Fan's voice and slowly turned around.

But when Lin Fan saw Zhang Jiao's face, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Because that face... could no longer be considered a complete human face.

Half of his face remained unchanged, while the other half was covered with blood-red patterns, and even his eyes had become strangely eerie, with pupils that were exactly the same as the mark of the Ghost King.

"You've come." Zhang Jiao's low, hoarse voice slowly rang out.

Lin Fan frowned, looking at Zhang Jiao and couldn't help but ask, "You're... half-monsterized?"

He had seen Zhang Fei's strange transformation before; he was completely different. The Zhang Jiao in front of him was similar to the Zhang Fei before, only not completely transformed.

"A transformation? Perhaps."

Zhang Jiao looked down at his body, where a wisp of cyan aura and crimson blood aura intertwined, colliding from time to time, but neither side could completely devour the other.

Seeing this scene, Lin Fan understood. The [Purifying Talisman] had not disappeared; it simply existed in Zhang Jiao's body in an alternative way, and was currently resisting the mark of the Ghost King.

Lin Fan looked at Zhang Jiao in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "So, are you Zhang Jiao or Old Zhang now?"

For Lin Fan, this was the question he cared about most at the moment. He was worried about whether Old Zhang, who used to chat with him and keep watch over him, was still around.

Zhang Jiao paused for a moment, then slowly raised his head, his extremely incongruous eyes looking at Lin Fan.

A moment later, he suddenly laughed. "If it weren't for me, would you still be standing here talking to me?"

Lin Fan laughed along with him, his gaze falling on the corpses that Zhang Jiao was controlling with red threads and that were shouting commands.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Jiao did not rush to answer. He slowly raised his head and looked at the red moon above, where two streaks of white and gray mist appeared, attempting to shroud the red moon.

"Trouble is brewing!"

Lin Fan was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "What?"

"Someone blind fool trying to steal my things?"

Zhang Jiao's gaze gradually turned cold, and his scarlet eyes swept over Lin Fan, who felt a chill run down his spine.

An indescribable sense of unease crept into his heart.

The next second, Zhang Jiao raised his hand, and casually flicked away the red threads wrapped around his fingertips.

The corpses below, which had been moving about, suddenly stopped moving, and then...

"Thump thump"

The body fell to the ground again, and the area fell into a deathly silence once more.

"You wanted to know what was going on, right? I'll show you in a bit."

"Didn't you want to know what's going on?" He paused, then continued, "Wait... I'll show you."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Fan suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

The scene before him began to blur and distort, but the blood moon overhead became clearer and clearer in his eyes.

Under the crimson moon, Zhang Jiao looked down at his palm, where a wisp of azure light was tightly wrapped around the scarlet blood aura.

A dark glint flashed in Zhang Jiao's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "This damned talisman, if it weren't so compatible with me, I really wouldn't want this thing to stay in my body."

He slowly clenched his fist, and a terrifying aura swept through the entire space.

"Nine Stars of the Purple Realm"

Sensing this power, the cyan light immediately began to vibrate violently.

"Once I reach the Golden Realm! Soon..."

Inside the villa's hall, the Grey King Krein was being suppressed by the White King, while the strange creatures outside the villa remained kneeling in place, none of them stepping forward to participate in the struggle.

This is a struggle between kings, and they have no right to interfere.

They are observing and waiting for the one who will eventually be able to seize the royal seal.

For them, loyalty is nonexistent; the weak attach themselves to the strong, and whoever wins becomes the new king.

Boom! Another loud noise rang out, and Gray King Krein was thrown away. Now, a hideous wound appeared on his chest, from which gray mist continuously emanated.

On the other side, the White King wasn't in much better shape. Although his injuries weren't as severe as the Gray King's, he was still bleeding profusely from his body.

"cough"

Krein crawled out of the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at Bai Wang, a smile on his face: "Old man, if I don't get it, you won't have it easy either!"

"Damn it, I don't have time to play with you." The White King attacked again, blasting the just-standing Krein away once more.

He was planning to take advantage of this opportunity to go up to the third floor and seize the royal seal.

"puff"

A black hand pierced straight through his chest. The White King's expression changed. It tried to retreat, but its body was bound by countless black chains.

The White King's body stiffened abruptly: "You...you black devil? You do all sorts of shady things."

"As long as it works, it's fine, even if it's not something to be seen by others!" Black King's lips curled into a smile.

"You're not even as good as that brat, Klein!"

The White King opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but before he could finish speaking...

"boom!"

His body exploded instantly, and the white mist emanating from his body surged into the Black King's body.

"You're talking too much nonsense!"

The strange creatures outside the villa were all shocked to see this scene. They clearly hadn't expected that the Black King, who was hiding in the shadows, would intercept the White King just as he was about to take the final step.

The Black King slowly withdrew his hand, feeling the boundless power surging through his body. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the Gray King Krein lying in the ruins, a sickly smile spreading across his lips.

"See that, Krein? The last person standing there... is me. You should be glad you witnessed this moment!"

Krein struggled to move, but still couldn't get up; the wound on his chest had almost rendered him immobile.

"Pah, you piece of trash who only knows how to ambush!" Krein said with disdain as he looked at the strange figures still kneeling outside the villa.

"Whoever kills this black devil, I will surely take him to the Ghost Palace!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the kneeling monsters began to stir, their eyes burning as they looked at the Black King in the villa. As the weakest of the monster kings, he knew that his intimidation was far less than that of the other three monster kings.

"Let's see who dares!" He then swept his gaze over the group of strange beings, and black mist suddenly swept out.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot and reappeared at the door of the card-making room on the third floor.

On the third floor, facing the sudden appearance of the Demon King, Da Niu gripped his long axe tightly, not rushing to swing it at him.

At this moment, he seemed to be accumulating strength, looking for the most suitable opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the Demon King.