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The rocket cannot hit the inn.

Xiahou asked people to pour kerosene on the wall of the inn, and the archers shot arrows at the wall. In a blink of an eye, the fire burst into flames.

In order to ensure that Ning Chuyi and others could be burned to death, Xiahou's staff specially found a Taoist priest and promised him a huge profit to come and help.

It is not enough for the walls to be on fire.

Zhang Daozhang raised his hand to make a seal. As long as he summoned a strong wind and the wind helped the fire, the people in the inn would be burned to death.

Daochang Zhang was reciting a spell while looking at the woman standing on the wall.

The wall was doused with kerosene, and there were countless archers outside. If anyone in the inn came out to put out the fire, they would definitely be shot dead by the archers.

But if the fire is allowed to burn down, the people inside will also die.

Unless it rains heavily and puts out the fire.

Xiahou and the people he brought were full of confidence and waited to see the people in the inn burned to death with their own eyes.

Inside the inn, everyone from the shopkeeper to the waiters looked at the blazing fire and were frightened to death.

Ling Chu stood on the wall, first looked around Xiahou and the archers, then glanced at the Taoist priest hiding outside the crowd, and then raised his hand to seal the secret.

Zhang Daochang looked contemptuous when he saw her gesture.

He knew that Ling Chu was a disciple of Master Xuan Yi, and he also heard that she was good at magic.

But no matter how good it is, can it still be better than his magic?

This girl is just a hairpin girl. Even if she has been learning spells since she was sensible, she would only have studied for ten or eight years at most. And he has learned magic for twenty-seven years.

What's more, when Xiahou ordered the fire oil to be poured on him, he had already started casting the spell first.

No matter how skilled Xuanyi's disciple is in spells, she can't compare to him. She just started chanting the spell now, so she is already much slower than him.

What's more, the spell to pray for rain is more difficult and longer than the spell to pray for wind.

By the time she finished reciting the spell, the day lilies were cold.

Zhang Daozhang glanced disdainfully and then withdrew his gaze, speeding up the speed of reciting the incantation.

With an arrogant look on his face, he raised his head to the sky, closed his palms, crossed his fingers, and made a few gestures, then opened his hands and pushed towards the sky.

"Emperor slashes, thunder and lightning explodes, storms and clouds gather, rise!"

Seeing the strong wind blowing in, the disciples who had not yet heard Master Xuan Yi began to recite the incantation. Zhang Daozhang snorted disdainfully. She was indeed a yellow-haired girl who had never seen the world. She was so frightened that she had forgotten how to recite the incantation.

"From all over the world, water comes and rain falls!"

Zhang Daochang's disdain was even more sarcastic when he heard Ling Chu's spell.

How can any spell be so simple? I thought it was just a child playing house.

"The little girl really insulted the name of Master Xuan Yi. She didn't even learn the most basic spell to pray for rain, and she dared to show her shame."

Wow!
As soon as Zhang Daozhang finished his mocking words, there was a sudden crack of thunder in the sky, and countless heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky.

The heavy rain came quickly and urgently, without any prelude, as if someone suddenly poured a large basin of water from the sky.

Not only was the fire on the wall extinguished in one go, Xiahou and the people he brought with him were all given a chill.

Even Daozhang Zhang was knocked down by the heavy rain brought by the wind and fell heavily to the ground.

Daochang Zhang fell to the ground with a shocked and angry look on his face.

That spell was obviously not a spell to pray for rain. How could it bring such a heavy rain?

But he no longer wanted to believe it, and the facts were right in front of him.

Master Xuan Yi's disciple not only prayed for rain to extinguish the fire, but even let the heavy rain use the strong wind he summoned to knock him down.

But he had learned spells for twenty-seven years, and he had never heard of such a childish rain-making spell.

She must have done something secretly without him knowing.

Zhang Daochang looked angry, and Xia Hou was even more annoyed than him. He didn't expect that the Taoist priest hired by his staff was so useless. He lost to Master Xuan Yi's disciple after just one meeting.

Xia Hou endured his embarrassment and roared at the people around him, "Kill me. I must kill all these rebellious officials and traitors."

The inn was hit by heavy rain and could not burn, so the archers could only fire arrows again.

But the arrows that were shot were still the same as the previous two times. They bounced back inexplicably and injured many people.

Ling Chu stood on the wall and lowered his eyes to look at Xia Hou, "It's not you who has the final say who are the traitors and traitors. God has eyes, and you can't blind them by confusing right and wrong at will."

Ning Chuyi and the others clearly didn't take action, but the people Xia Hou brought felt uneasy when they saw the bows and arrows they shot being bounced away again and again.

When he heard Ling Chu's words again, the look on his face changed even more.

Especially some people who don't know the truth can't help but wonder in their hearts, is it possible that General Xia is really confusing right and wrong, so that God can't stand it?
Seeing the morale of the army fluctuating, Staff Zhang quickly winked at the Taoist skills he brought.

Daochang Zhang endured his anger and got up and took out a strange rattle.

The magic he knows is not limited to making wind and rain.

He didn't believe that a little girl was more capable than him.

As the bell rang, countless ghosts were summoned by Zhang Daozhang and rushed towards the inn ferociously.

Xiahou breathed a sigh of relief. As long as those ghosts swallowed Ning Chuyi and others, those who didn't know the truth would naturally believe his words without him having to say anything. Ning Guogong and his son were rebellious officials and traitors who could not tolerate even ghosts and gods.

As for those who know the truth, for the sake of their own glory and wealth, they will be convicted of Ning Guogong and his son.

Xiahou's abacus was very good.

But he didn't expect that before those ghosts rushed into the inn, Ling Chu waved his sleeves lightly, and those ghosts suddenly turned around and rushed towards them as if they were possessed by evil spirits.

Kill anyone you see!

Seeing those ghosts killing many soldiers, Zhang Daozhang was frightened and shook the weird rattle in his hand desperately.

But he quickly discovered in despair that the ghosts he summoned were all out of his control.

Xiahou was even more frightened and angry, and shouted angrily, "Fire the arrow, fast!"

Some archers were stunned by Xiahou's roar and hurriedly shot arrows at the ghosts.

For a time, all kinds of screams, howls of ghosts and wolves resounded throughout the small county.

Within a quarter of an hour, countless bodies fell outside the inn door.

Xia Hou brought many people, except for a few who were clever and escaped quickly and saved their lives.

Everyone else is dead.

A small number of them were killed by ghosts summoned by Zhang Daozhang, and most of them died at the hands of their own people.

It’s not that they are crazy, killing their own people.

They all died by manslaughter.

The men Xia Hou brought were originally intended to kill the ghosts, but the ghosts were incorporeal, and ordinary swords could not hurt them at all.

The swords were clearly aimed at the ghosts, but strangely, they found that every one of them struck one of their own.

When they found out that they had been tricked, the soldiers were naturally shocked and angry.

But the more they tried to kill those ghosts, the more their own people ended up being killed.

The more they panic, the more they kill, and the more they kill and the more they panic, the more of their own people die.

In the chaos, no one knew whose arrow accidentally killed Xiahou.

The staff around him did not escape the disaster.

Until his death, Daochang Zhang never imagined that one day he would be killed by the ghost he summoned.

(End of this chapter)