A bizarre resurgence begins with a pact made by a weasel.

Ding Ding Deng!

Xie Qing climbed up the wall and soon reached the rooftop.

now,

The night was dark and the wind was high.

He looked around.

Most of the town was shrouded in darkness and silence, with only a few areas still flickering with a dim yellow light.

Although electricity and steam were introduced to Linzhou with the invasion of foreigners in those days, only a minority of people were truly worthy of using them and were willing to give them up. Ordinary people still mainly used coal lamps.

Xie Qing identified the direction as the church, then took a step back.

Swish!

He leaped forward like an arrow.

After traversing a distance of several meters, he landed on a large tree. Then, he lightly touched a branch with his toes and flew forward again. After several attempts to gain momentum, he finally leaped into the area of ​​buildings.

Looking at the dark street scene and the gloomy distance, he felt an unusual excitement.

"happy!!"

"That felt so good!!"

He ran across rooftops, over obstacles, the wind whistling in his ears—a feeling that defies description.

My body and mind were overjoyed.

at least,

It's much more exciting than going to the mountains.

The mountains are truly desolate, but at night, he tramples directly over territories, crushing their inhabitants under his feet.

All of this clearly tells him that he is no longer an ordinary person.

Xie Qing suppressed the urge to howl in the empty night and ran as fast as he could.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he finally arrived at the outer perimeter of the church, by which time his turbulent emotions had already subsided.

He hid among the treetops, gazing towards the church.

The once sacred area has been turned into ruins. There are no longer any white statues or devout believers, only charred walls and broken stones.

A sliver of light flickered in the center of the ruins.

Xie Qing squinted and saw that they were rows of crosses bathed in candlelight.

Weasels were nailed to the cross.

The largest of them, twice the size of a regular weasel, was nailed to the very center, with a slightly smaller weasel right next to it.

[Rescue target spotted.]

[The target is critically low on health. Please complete the rescue mission as soon as possible.]

Xie Qing didn't rush to make a move.

He stretched out his five fingers and grabbed at the air.

"A divine sniff!"

follow closely,

He stretched out his neck and sniffed, and all sorts of smells instantly assaulted his brain.

Thanks to his extraordinary skill—divine olfaction—his sense of smell became infinitely more acute.

The air currents were projected into Xie Qing's mind through his sense of smell, and were imbued with many colors.

Different scents have different colors, and even if they are intertwined and mixed together, Xie Qing can still distinguish the source of each scent and trace their trajectory.

"As expected, there was an ambush."

There are two streams of air around the church that have the strongest smell.

A scent emanated from the center of the ruins, a mixture of earthy yellow and blood.

It was a mixture of the smell of blood and the stench of wild animals.

The smell continued to grow stronger, becoming more intense as more blood dripped from the weasel.

Another force emanated from the area surrounding the ruins, or more precisely, from three sides of the ruins, appearing like dark clouds constantly emerging from the ground.

It smelled of decay mixed with a fishy stench, like the smell of rats in a stinking ditch.

"mouse."

"A huge swarm of rats."

It is surrounded to the east, west, and south.

Only the air to the north was unusually clean.

That was the location of the former garden.

"Surround three sides and leave one side open."

Xie Qing sneered.

"Perhaps the greatest crisis lies lurking there."

Xie Qing estimated the distance from the tree canopy to the center of the church to be about ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

He picked off three pieces of bark and held them in his hand.

The first piece,

call out!

He hurled the bark, then leaped forward, landing on the first piece of bark just before he hit the ground, propelling himself forward.

At the same time, Xie Qing threw out a second piece of bark, repeating the action from the first time.

By the third round, he was directly above the weasels.

Three leaps, all in the blink of an eye.

"Bloom!"

Xie Qing suddenly threw out the kerosene barrel stored in his space.

follow closely,

He delivered a flying kick,

Bang!

The wood exploded, and kerosene rained down in all directions.

"not good!!"

Su Mo, who was hiding in the back garden, only then discovered the intruder, but it was too late. In the instant he sprinted toward the center of the church, Xie Qing had already chewed up the gold in his mouth.

"Melting Gold!!"

His body spun in mid-air.

call!

Golden sparks shot out in all directions, mixing into the raindrops of kerosene.

moment,

Splash!

Flames burst forth.

Each raindrop burst forth with intense light and scorching heat, forming a fiery curtain that descended from the sky, isolating the church center from the rest of the area.

"Damn it!"

Compared to Su Mo, who was desperately trying to dodge, the rats buried underground were even more wretched.

Even though the earth shielded them from most of the scorching heat and dazzling light, their sense of danger still compelled them to trample each other.

Squeak squeak squeak!

The screams were incessant.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xie Qing plummeted to the ground, and with a tug of his right arm, he wrapped the two weasels inside his clothes.

"Don't even think about it!!"

Su Mo broke through the flames, his ten fingers like hooks suddenly grabbing out.

Xie Qing flicked his sleeve, and a sharp sword was held horizontally in front of his chest, firmly blocking the iron hook.

clang!

Sparks flew amidst a sharp screech.

Su Mo's arm trembled slightly from the recoil.

How is that possible?!

His physical strength was no match for the masked boy in front of him?

That momentary lapse in concentration gave Xie Qing the opportunity.

"Bye now."

He smiled, opened his mouth, and spat out...

call!

Golden flames suddenly pierced through Su Mo's head, but the next moment, the black jacket fluttered to the ground.

What about people?

gone!

Xie Qing, sword in hand, surveyed the surroundings.

There was nothing else around except the flickering candlelight and the corpse of the weasel.

Xie Qing's expression darkened slightly. He sniffed and discovered that the subtle feminine fragrance emanating from the other person had sunk to the ground and was slowly swirling around.

They could even hear rustling sounds coming from underground!

"Down there!!"

He immediately became alert and leaped upwards. Just then, a pair of hooked hands suddenly emerged from the ground and grabbed Xie Qing's ankles.

"What a pity."

"See you next time!"

Xie Qing deliberately stepped on Su Mo's hand, using the force to fly upwards.

You can't escape.

Su Mo's naked body slowly emerged from the ground.

He pressed his hands to the ground and murmured a prayer.

"Death-Binding Rope"

"Go, kill him!"

Puff puff!

Puff puff!

Rats suddenly emerged from the ground, bursting open and turning into a black, sand-like liquid.

These fluids converged on the ground into black lines, hissing and rushing towards Xie Qing as if they were alive.

In an instant, countless black lines covered the entire ruins of the church, rushing towards him from all directions, up and down, left and right. Anything that blocked the progress of the black lines was riddled with holes and turned into black powder.

A deadly sense of danger surged into my heart.

Without hesitation, Xie Qing immediately threw out a bucket of kerosene.

"Melting Gold!"

call!

Golden flames struck the wooden barrel.

Rumble!

The wooden barrel suddenly shattered, unleashing a powerful burst of light and shockwaves.

But the scorching storm only slightly hindered the movement of the black line; it did not completely melt it.

Fortunately,

Xie Qing did not intend to defeat his opponent with this; he simply wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

He spread his arms, spun around, and used the storm to rise into the air, disappearing into the distance in an instant.

"hateful!!"

Watching the figures disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye, Su Mo slammed his fist into the ground.

The surrounding black lines were still swirling and dancing in mid-air.

"The magic skill of spitting fire."

"A universe hidden in a sleeve".

The man's gaze was deep and somber.

"Most importantly, there's that impressive strength and martial arts skill. Could he be a remnant of the [Martial God Rift Sect]?"

"Only they would hate foreigners so much!!"

"Only they would deliberately target the church!!"