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

The comments on the phones next to me had completely gone crazy:

[The White Impermanence can't beat that thing!]

[Run, streamer!]

Where are the streamers?

Why is there still crying? Could Little Black be dead?!

"My butt is the reddest among all the monkeys on the mountain" has tipped 50 cruise ships. [Whoever contacts the car association for a rescue, I'll give them the money!]

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, there's something in the water!

[Holy crap, seriously, what is that? Could it be a vengeful spirit from a pool of water?!]

"Glug... Glug..."

One bubble after another rose from the bottom of the pool, and the surface of the water began to churn violently.

The second floating corpse slowly rose to the surface, followed by the third and the fourth. As if they had made a pact, they all drifted toward the shore at the same time.

The chat exploded:

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! A whole bunch of them!]

[If you can't beat one, send a whole group?]

[Run, streamer! Forget about Xiao Hei!]

Where are the people from the Card Association? Has anyone called the police?

Qin Muyao held Lin Fan in her arms, her white clothes stained red with blood, her eyes red, and her lips trembling.

She tightened her grip on Lin Fan's arms, as if afraid he would be harmed by the vengeful spirits again.

"If it weren't for me... you wouldn't have been bitten!" She lowered her head guiltily, whispered in Lin Fan's ear, her voice trembling.

Seeing that the two did not run away, the vengeful spirit in the pool tilted its head, the two cold flames in its eye sockets flickering as if it were sizing up its prey.

Its mouth split open, and it let out a hoarse laugh.

"Hiss, hiss."

It's laughing.

It's mocking them.

Qin Muyao looked up and followed the sound, only to find that the vengeful spirit that had bitten Lin Fan was standing not far away, watching them.

A few drops of blood were still dripping from the sharp teeth in the vengeful spirit's mouth; those were Lin Fan's blood.

Her gaze passed over the vengeful spirit and fell upon the vengeful spirits emerging one after another from the pool behind her.

Her fingertips dug into her palm, leaving streaks of blood on her hand.

"Don't panic!" Because she knew that only she, Qin Muyao, could lead Lin Fan out of here.

But things didn't go as planned. The vengeful spirits in front of her didn't give Qin Muyao much time to think. She saw their kind constantly emerging from the pool behind her.

It took a step and arrived in front of Qin Muyao in the blink of an eye.

It looked at Lin Fan in Qin Muyao's arms, grinned, and reached straight for Lin Fan's heart.

Seeing this, Qin Muyao shielded Lin Fan with her body and shouted.

"Zhang Fei!"

A burst of light erupted, and the eighteen-foot spear shot out, its tip piercing straight through the corpse of the vengeful spirit. A cold flame flashed in the spirit's eye sockets as it was stunned by the sudden appearance of the black-clad man.

Zhang Fei showed no mercy. With a flick of his spear, the vengeful spirit's body tumbled a few times in the air before crashing to the ground.

The vengeful spirit tried to struggle to get up, but black blood kept gushing from the wound on its chest. After a brief struggle, it turned into a card and fell to the ground.

Qin Muyao looked at Zhang Fei's figure, then at herself, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she had no injuries.

At this moment, she had no idea what summoning Kaling out of thin air meant.

Zhang Fei's gaze swept over the vengeful spirits emerging from the edge of the pool, and a long-lost fighting spirit filled his entire body.

He didn't turn around; his large, bell-like eyes were fixed on the growing number of dark figures ahead.

Five, six, seven...

One after another, the vengeful spirits crawled out of the pool, forming a semicircle and slowly approaching Qin Muyao.

"Girl, step back." Qin Muyao gritted her teeth, her heart pounding as she looked at the dark, eerie mass surging towards her.

This scene was comparable to the arrival of a monstrous tide.

Zhang Fei gripped his eighteen-foot spear tightly, stomped his foot, and the spear shot out into the air, rushing towards the horde of vengeful spirits.

"Hey hey hey, take this from Grandpa Zhang!"

Zhang Fei wielded his spear left and right, but having witnessed him kill the foremost vengeful spirit, they were all on guard.

This put Zhang Fei under some strain. After killing the two vengeful spirits, he retreated back to Qin Muyao's side.

Qin Muyao looked at Zhang Fei, who was retreating.

"Zhang Fei, can't you beat him?" Qin Muyao's heart clenched.

If even Zhang Fei can't handle it, then she and Lin Fan will both fall here.

Zhang Fei didn't answer immediately. He frowned slightly and said, "We can fight, but we need to add something."

He turned around, his round eyes staring at Qin Muyao, as if seeking her opinion.

Qin Muyao's pupils contracted slightly. She remembered Lin Fan's repeated instructions when he made the card: do not use [Asura's Descent].

Not only will it deplete one's mental energy, but it may also have unexpected backlashes.

"Girl!" Zhang Fei said urgently as he watched the approaching vengeful spirit.

Qin Muyao did not answer; she had no way out, and neither did Lin Fan.

She steeled her resolve, no longer hesitating, and frantically poured her spiritual energy into Zhang Fei's body.

Zhang Fei felt the power surging within him, grinned, and roared.

"Come!"

Zhang Fei's voice boomed through the mist as he gripped his eighteen-foot spear with both hands and slammed it into the ground.

In a short while, his appearance changed dramatically.

Dark red lines appeared on his face, spreading down his neck until they covered his entire body. On either side of his forehead, two curved horns slowly grew, their tips gleaming with a dark red luster.

With each step he took, the soil beneath his feet sizzled, leaving behind a charred footprint.

The figure standing in the mist was no longer the black-faced, bearded Zhang Fei, but a demon emerging from a battlefield of carnage.

Black mist swirled around the eighteen-foot spear, causing even the surrounding air to distort.

Zhang Fei picked up his spear and leaped into the center of the vengeful spirits, his body enveloped in a blood-red mist that drew the spirits to attack him.

The eighteen-foot spear, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slammed into the nearest vengeful spirit.

The thing's body was like paper, splitting open from the middle, scattering mud and black blood everywhere.

Before it could even let out a scream, it turned into a cloud of black mist, not even having a chance to transform into a card, and simply vanished into the air.

Seeing more and more vengeful spirits rushing towards him, Zhang Fei did not retreat but advanced. He took a step forward and flicked his spear upward, sending one of the vengeful spirits flying into the air.

Before it could fall, the spear tip spun, piercing the throat of a sneaking vengeful spirit.

This is no longer a battle, but... a massacre!

Despite Zhang Fei's fighting prowess, Qin Muyao did not feel mentally exhausted; this was because Zhang Fei's "the more you fight, the stronger you become" effect was benefiting her.

"Is this really Zhang Fei?!" Qin Muyao looked at Zhang Fei, who resembled a god of death, and couldn't help but voice her doubt.

The phone that fell to the ground at that moment also captured Zhang Fei's appearance.

The comments section was buzzing with excitement:

[Holy crap, who is this black guy?!]

Is this strange? Is there infighting?

Did you see his face clearly? He even has horns on his head!

[Did Xiaobai make a move? That's amazing! Could Xiaohei have made this card too?]

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"