Chapter 94 Fight or flight?
You still have to have dreams.
Otherwise, why would you talk to someone after drinking too much?
Are you talking about women? Low, low!
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 6521 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang
There was light in Yang Shuo's eyes.
Zhang Mo felt that he couldn't eat this bowl of tofu nao anymore.
He originally wanted to ask Yang Shuo to go with him.
One master and one servant will be on the run from now on. Now it's up to him to answer.
Why are you so idealistic?
Doesn't this make this sect leader look like a rustic?
Zhang Mo asked again: "Isn't it miserable to be chased by the righteous way?"
When Yang Shuo mentioned this, he felt sleepy instantly.
"The sect master has never been hunted down?"
"Sure enough, even those bastards from the Righteous Way would not dare to offend such a powerful being like the Sect Master."
"Sect Master, you really want to know? I can elaborate."
Zhang Mo indicated that Yang Shuo could sit down and chat.
Yang Shuo immediately sat down and said with joy: "When I was being hunted, I saw many demon cultivators being caught by the righteous way. Some small demon cultivators actually didn't even have magic essence at all. They just did some small things wrong. , such as desecrating a corpse, learning some evil magic, kidnapping a concubine from a member of the Communist Party of China, believing in a demon god, etc. In the end, he was caught by the villagers or the righteous hypocrites. Oh, let's steam it first. Put the person in the pot and pour it. Boil hot water over high heat, it is said to steam out the evil spirits in the body."
Zhang Mo opened his mouth slightly, and it sounded like it was not much different from the torture in the dungeon.
The righteous way is so cruel!
Yang Shuo continued: "The other thing is burning. The righteous people believe that this is the best way to purify the demonic essence. They also play tricks on burning the demon, dividing it into several degrees of cookedness and how many days to burn. For example, it is generally The magic cultivator, that is, medium rare, burns for one day. If it takes less than a day, it will never be burned to death. It can control the flame and make the demon cultivator howl miserably at the market entrance for a whole day. The more powerful one, medium rare, burns for three days. It will be burned until the internal organs are like dregs, but people will not die immediately. No matter how powerful the demon cultivator is, for example, someone of your level, the sect master, is very familiar..."
"OK OK!"
Zhang Mo couldn't listen anymore.
He felt himself warming up.
Hearing this, his heart was pounding, he couldn't bear it, it was too much.
Looking at it this way, the devil is still very gentle.
Countdown to death is a good skill.
Well, very good!
After putting down the money, Zhang Mo continued to wander around the market.
Although Yang Shuo didn't know what Zhang Mo was going to do, his absolute trust in the sect leader made him say nothing.
After shopping until night, Zhang Mo just went back to rest.
As the sect leader, of course he had his own courtyard. Even in this small place, Yang Shuo still helped him arrange it properly.
At night, Zhang Mo couldn't sleep, so he climbed up to the roof to blow the cold wind.
The evening breeze blew through, and Zhang Mo looked at the lights of various houses, but he didn't know what his future was.
Do you really want to escape?
From then on, he was like a dog, being chased by the right way, until one day he was caught like Yang Shuo said, and then he was steamed or burned to death. Of course, he is facing death, so he can suffer less. But is this his destined ending?
But if he didn't escape, with his strength, he would just die in battle.
Once he reaches the actual battlefield, his secret will be revealed and his death will be inevitable.
There was death on both sides, it was just a matter of choosing between a dignified death in battle or an embarrassing death by running away.
If it were before, he would definitely choose to escape.
But now, after truly seeing this cruel world, he hesitated.
Just like Yang Shuo said, from the first day he became a demon cultivator, he knew that he would die badly. Being able to choose your own way of death is already a gift from God.
Yang Shuo is like this, so why is he not?
Become a devil for one day.
A devil for life.
That's all.
…
The next day.
Ancient port city at dusk.
The old dog paced anxiously back and forth on the Yipin Tea House.
"Didn't you say that we have already set off? Why haven't we arrived yet? Where did Elder Yang and the others go?"
Lao Gou and his men have already set up an ambush in the ancient port city.
But Lao Gou himself felt that it was unreliable to stop the "reinforcements" based on their strength alone.
But they may only have one chance to take action. Once the "reinforcements" react, it will be a head-on confrontation, which will be troublesome.
According to the news, the treasure ship is about to arrive at the ancient port city. If we don't take action, the opportunity will be missed and the treasure ship will run away!
"Let's go find out more information and see if anyone from the sect has arrived. Yang Shuo, if the plan goes wrong this time, I will let the sect leader skin you when you get back!"
The old dog bared his teeth angrily.
In this war, he was considered one of the commanders-in-chief of the Tianmo Sect. From planning to arrangement to frontline command, he was personally present.
Everything is done, all it takes is this last step.
Damn it, it’s just like the matter between men and women, if it’s just a little bit different, it’s very unpleasant!
The critical moment, the real critical moment, what's the point if it doesn't come.
Behind him, a demon cultivator saw the old dog's anxious look and said, "Master Gou, how about we do it ourselves."
The old dog said loudly: "Fuck your mother, the army has not arrived, and there is no order from the sect master. If anyone dares to do it, I will be the first to chop him. Just wait for me!"
The demon cultivator hurriedly lowered his head, but still clasped his fists and said, "But the opponent's ship is about to arrive. Are you just going to watch it go by?"
The old dog glared and said, "I say it again, no action is allowed without an order. Even if it passes, you cannot take action!"
"yes!"
The demon cultivator quickly retreated. The sound of hurried footsteps quickly came from below. A demon cultivator took the news and rushed upstairs anxiously: "Master Gou, something serious has happened, Master Gou. The righteous coalition forces came out in full force and attacked two of our cities yesterday. !”
The old dog was shocked when he heard this, took the message and watched. Suddenly he slapped his thigh in anger.
"They know it. The damn righteous coalition forces must know our plan. They really know how to pick the time, knowing that we can't return reinforcements at all now. No, we must deal with the reinforcements first. Tell the deacons in other cities to hold on and give it to me. Hold on as long as possible!"
Gritting his teeth, the old dog whispered: "No way, is it really going to collapse? I even gave my soul away, I can't afford to lose. Sect Master, Sect Master, what are you thinking? What should I do now?" How is it?"
…
At this time, the small market.
In front of Zhang Mo's small courtyard, Yang Shuo stood at the door, waiting quietly.
A demon cultivator came over and said in a curious tone: "Great Elder. Where are we going on this trip? Why don't we leave when we are halfway there? What is the purpose of staying here?"
Yang Shuo glared and said, "Do I need to explain to you? Get out! You won't move forward without the order of the sect master. You don't understand this?"
The demon cultivator quickly bowed his head and left, not daring to ask another question.
Yang Shuo looked at the sky and frowned again.
Then he murmured: "Although I don't understand why, as long as you believe in the sect master, it's right."