Chapter 253 Pointing General
Before dusk came, the fog came first.
Huaifeng suddenly fell into the fog.
This is not a sign of the coming rain. Rain is always depressing, humid yet sultry, and as uncomfortable as a steamer.
But now the surroundings are too cold, and the drop in temperature brings a chill.
It's just that when he gets closer, his face turns pale.
Seeing the pedestrians running faster on the street, as if they wanted to avoid the rain, the waiter in the wine shop couldn't help but said: "God, what's happened recently? It's either heavy rain or fog. It seems like winter is coming suddenly. It won't snow for a while, Huaifeng But I haven’t seen snow in years.”
"The military disaster is severe, and it's such a bad omen."
"It's not good for rebels to attack the city."
As soon as this topic was brought up, everyone fell silent.
It's not that it's taboo, but it's just too heavy.
The only people we can rely on are the officers and soldiers.
It is said that there are 50,000 officers and soldiers in the city, and young men must continue to be trained as a reserve.
"What are you afraid of? If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up." A young man in smart clothes at the wine table on one side picked up the weapons on the table. ,
He had already seen the fireworks blooming, and it was obviously the recognized leader in Huaifeng who was telling them that they could take action.
The young man who walked to the door turned around and said, "It just so happens that so-and-so is tall."
After saying that, he walked to the street, but just as he was about to leave, he paused slightly.
With a solemn expression, he clenched the long sword in his hand.
The harsh sound of drawing a sword sounded.
A rusty wooden knife appeared in front of everyone.
The diners in the wine shop were originally surprised by the young man's words, but when they saw it was a wooden knife, they looked at each other and started laughing.
Maybe in their eyes, this is just a lunatic who boasts about everything.
How to cut someone with a wooden knife?
What's even more strange is that there are still rust stains on this wooden knife.
How could a wooden knife get rusty?
The young man's arms trembled slightly.
He is afraid.
Because just when he was about to leave, something tripped him. As he staggered to his feet, a cold touch came from his ankle.
Looking down, he saw the white and withered ghost hands holding his ankle tightly.
The young man waved the wooden sword in his hand without hesitation.
The wrist broke at the sound.
Before the young man could breathe a sigh of relief, the cold wind blew his clothes and hair, and an icy coldness came from the front.
The young man turned around and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.
The green-faced ghost walking in the mist in front of him had already walked in front of him, looking down at him.
The green-faced ghost was wearing tattered armor. Compared with the little ghost wearing single clothes next to him, he looked more like a general fighting on the battlefield.
Li Gui grabbed the young man's neck.
The blue-black palm was stronger than the iron hoop, and it was forced into the young man's neck.
The young man's complexion suddenly turned red, then turned purple.
His face was ferocious due to being restrained, and his eyes couldn't help but protrude.
He also understood that it was a life-and-death moment, and raised his wooden knife to slash at Li Gui. However, before the wooden knife fell, he heard a crunching sound, and his head tilted to the side weakly.
The originally stretched body was like a rag in the evil ghost's hand.
His arms dropped weakly, and even the wooden knife clattered to the ground.
The evil spirit opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the young man, then walked straight down the street, his big feet stepping on the wooden knife.
The wooden knife snapped into two pieces.
The diners in the wine shop had long been frightened under the table, and were still a little stunned in place, with their stiff bodies unable to move.
What just happened was nothing more than a few breaths away.
A living human life became the evil spirit's ration, and the man cut off the little devil's hand in the first place.
I heard the young man say that he was a tall man. I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect that he was really capable. However, just by meeting him, he was eaten by a ghost.
"Ghost...ghost, ghost!"
"Help!"
I don’t know how long it took before a sharp scream sounded in Huaifeng.
Chaos ensues.
…
The heavy breathing was accompanied by the running of the body.
A man in a long robe who looked like a cashier hid at the corner of the alley with a look of fear on his face.
While reluctantly trying to stop the bleeding, he took out the talisman from his waist and reinstalled it on the cloth bag robe.
Of course, this robe is definitely not a magic weapon, but an item with the magic of armor and horse. Using the talisman to activate the armor and horse allows him to gain power far beyond ordinary people.
Because of this, there was a chance to fight the evil ghost.
However, he didn't understand why the evil ghost that appeared in the city was so powerful.
Those things that were dealt with in the past disappeared under the illumination of the talisman.
Even powerful ghosts are handled by Capt. Han and will not come to him.
But today he was exhausted just dealing with the kid.
Boom boom.
He heard the sound of his heart beating. The smell of blood on his body was like a beacon in the dark night. The evil spirits followed the smell of blood.
"It's raining?"
With the clouds so thick, it's no wonder it rains, but why are the raindrops so big?
He wiped it and felt an unpleasant smell. When he looked up, he saw a white-faced evil ghost with fangs spread out.
That's not busy rain at all, but the saliva of the white-faced ghost.
"broken!"
The moment their eyes made contact, the white-faced ghost was already crawling quickly with both hands and feet, and jumped down from the wall.
The man only had one thought in his mind, that he was going to die.
"boom."
A strong arm blocked the man's face and also stopped the white-faced ghost.
The man who came was strong and wearing a bearskin cloak. He said in a deep voice: "If you are injured, just go to Dahuai Street. Don't run around."
It was Li San who came to the rescue.
Li San was possessed by the nightmare pattern exerted by Tu Shanjun, and had a bear skin on his body, so his strength was beyond ordinary.
Even in the middle of ordinary Qi training, he can fight a battle, let alone these fierce ghosts that invade Huaifeng with the mist.
"Thank you very much for your help, brother, I'm Liu Yi."
…
Two hours later.
Dahuai Street.
The originally spacious street has now been demolished to become flatter and flatter, like a huge square.
In the center of Dahuai Street is a huge locust tree. The locust tree is covered with pendants used for praying, or peace blessings, wooden plaques, or things like concentric locks.
On the flat square, Han An sat upright in front of the altar.
There were many people gathered on Dahuai Street, and most of them were strangers from Huaifeng. To be honest, they only knew a little bit about it, and some of them simply used evil methods themselves.
After all, there are many temples, and relatively speaking, there are some people with good abilities.
What they practice is not an authentic form of Taoism, but their internal energy is purer and stronger, something closer to magic power.
The real authentic Taoism is to cultivate immortality and become a Qi practitioner.
Having magic power is equivalent to having the foundation that can activate any method.
Otherwise, if you try to use extraordinary power with a mortal body, your lifespan, essence, and blood will be an ordinary price.
The inner force was weakened by an unknown number of times.
How could the internal force completely activate the magic seal?
Among the many strange people, there are very few, or even none, who are truly comparable to Qi Practitioners.
Han An doesn't need to do much. The big locust tree spirit is very powerful with the help of strange magic. As for the others, they can only eliminate ordinary evil spirits. I am afraid that if they encounter advanced ghosts, they will not have the strength to fight back.
I forgot about Li San.
But does Li San count?
Of course not, he was Tu Shanjun, a master in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, who used repaired techniques to transform it.
Supplemented by the method of ‘creating animals’.
No, now it’s probably not considered ‘creating animals’, but ‘creating monsters’.
The bear skin and the spirit pattern of the old bear completely created a person with the body of a monster.
Of course, those who gathered were not only those strange people, but also soldiers carefully selected by the government. They lined up and waited on Dahuai Street.
After the initial fighting, Han An discovered that the ghost soldiers who entered the city specifically targeted people with internal power to kill, but did not massacre mortals.
Thinking of the reminder from the black-robed Taoist, he suddenly understood that he could not let these people disperse, but should gather strength.
They have gathered together, and the ghosts who have entered the city will also gather together.
As long as it can be defeated in one fell swoop, all worries can be solved.
…
Burn incense.
Become a spark with the burning incense.
A large formation was drawn, and the gathered mortal soldiers stood at the points.
They were fully clothed and their faces were covered with white cloth.
There is a burning incense pinned to the hat on the head.
Han An was wearing a red robe and official uniform, and a square official hat on his head. Two vertical wings shaped like feathers were attached to both sides of the official hat.
The altar ceremony in front of me does not look like a Taoist temple, but more like a government office.
Backed by a large locust tree, the Han Mansion opens its door behind the locust tree. The overall shape is more like a temple gate than a mansion where ordinary people live.
"Follow my official orders and obey my orders."
"The soldiers will appear!"
"Hurry as a rule."
The seals in Han An's hand changed, and spiritual light flew out from his fingertips. The tall locust tree behind him seemed to be full of energy, and the huge dome with leafy branches trembled.
Light lingered, and rays of light flew out from the wooden sign hanging above, attaching to the hundreds of soldiers in front of them.
The incense pinned to the hood quickly burned and turned into light covering it.
The soldiers arrayed in front of them suddenly changed.
The armor became uniform, with patterns on it flowing, and the rags on their faces became like masks covering their faces.
The whole body exudes a light yellow light.
This light yellow is mixed with red and some mottled colors.
However, in the blink of an eye, the formation was already in order, and four men who looked like generals in complete armor walked out from among hundreds of soldiers. They also wore solemn masks, and the light yellow light emanating from their bodies was more powerful than the soldiers. .
"Generals from all directions, listen to my orders!"
The radiant general knelt half in front of Han An, cupped his hands and said, "Here."
…
At the same time, many evil spirits also gathered on Dahuai Street.
The mist follows, and the flags are fluttering.
When they got together, they realized that they didn't look like evil ghosts at all, but instead looked like soldiers.
Black mist billows, sinister wind blows, and thousands of ghosts line up.
Even if he looks like a soldier, he is definitely not a good person.
Han An snorted coldly. He had already seen the opponent's heel: "The filthy ghost turned into five rampaging soldiers and horses, and dared to release the Yin soldiers to attack the city. Damn it!"