lethal arsenal

Chapter 57
"Child, you are making it difficult for me."

Lin Dong couldn't help scratching the back of his head.

If it wasn't for knowing that this little boy had no evil intentions, Lin Dong would have pulled out the ghost's head from the wooden box and chopped it up as early as the moment he ran out of the pile of dead people.

Martial artists in this world, especially Lin Dong, who is both a master of martial arts and possesses the aura of earth and dragon, and the luck of the dynasty, are the most responsive to the aura of the world, whether human or demon, the various thoughts they radiate.

Ordinary people can tell each other's likes and dislikes just by glancing at each other.

But Wu Fu's feeling is even more mysterious, beyond the eyes and ears, it is completely felt with the heart.

"General, are you a hero?"

The little Taoist Yuanjue raised his face and asked.

Lin Dong did not rush to answer this question, but waited for the other party to explain.

"I must pass through the gate of hell, just like the general, there are certain things that must be done."

"The general is a star in the sky, a hero, I believe in the general."

The little Taoist gave Lin Dong a hand, and then continued: "The masters of Yinshi Square, General Turtle Spirit and General Snake Spirit, will prevent me from going back, will the general protect me?"

He looked at Lin Dong very seriously, his eyes were pure and flawless.

Lin Dong smiled wryly, and couldn't help rubbing the little Taoist priest's hair. Even if the strands of hair were cold, he didn't care at all. He just said softly, "Hey, you have to give me a reason, right?"

"My master said that Baiyun Temple inherited the lineage of the Immortals, and Master Huashan inherited it. My master's master was the founder of Baiyun Temple. In his early years, the patriarch was a woodcutter. He occasionally got a volume of "Jade Light Sword Qi Collection" to practice Taoism and maintain health and prolong life."

"However, the master told me—the patriarch told me that our lineage, as long as we inherit the cause, there will be the result."

"Master Patriarch, the old man had some enlightenment in his later years in cultivating Taoism, so he created the Baiyun Temple, a branch of the Baiyun Temple, and suppressed the demon gods under the orders of the heaven and the earth."

"The devil god was originally a catastrophe, ghost and god that came down during the reign of Apocalypse and Chongzhen hundreds of years ago. Immortals were born, heroes rose together, but in the end they were unable to restore the last fate of the Ming Dynasty. One of the devil gods who responded to the evil numbers of heaven and earth was sealed near Shucheng."

"My patriarch knew the secrets of the sky and built the Taoist temple above the sealed ground. What Laojun Qingniu is suppressing is the great evil spirit hundreds of years ago, the devil god!"

"The demon god?"

Lin Dong found it troublesome. It sounded like a story, but in this kind of ghostly Qing Dynasty, he really couldn't believe it.

He does have a lot of courage, but if he really faces the gods, demons and ghosts that are only passed down in history books, he is not enough to look down upon.

It's still a bit hard to know how many catties I have.

The little Taoist didn't seem to notice Lin Dong's slightly stiff face at all, and then said: "Shucheng is an important place under the care of the Taiping Army, and the Hunan Army has always made plans here, three times and three times. Now, except for the barracks, the rest of the city is almost a ghost town."

"Ordinary people, those who died, those who were injured, those who fled."

"Originally, the seal of the demon god can last at least 200 years. Before the patriarch became immortal, he left a message - saying that 300 years later, people from later generations will solve the disaster. But now, because of the stimulation of blood and resentment on the battlefield, the demon god is about to wake up."

"In order to strengthen the seal of the demon god, my master and brother have already died in battle."

"They are all good people, I really miss them."

"The most frightening thing right now is that the turtle general and the snake general under the Demon God's seat took the opportunity to open a ghost market on Yinyang Road, in order to absorb more souls and emotions that died in vain, to strengthen the Demon God and accelerate the recovery of the Demon God."

"General, I ask you to send me back. Actually, I want to ask you to help me get rid of the two monsters in the ghost city and stop the awakening of the demon god. This is a righteous act for the benefit of the world."

The little Taoist rolled his eyes and put on a high hat for Lin Dong.

"can you help me?"

he pleaded.

[You will start a series of missions—Legendary: The Setting Sun of the Empire!Traces of the Devil God]

[Series of missions [-]: Extinguish evil spirits! 】

[Mission Description: If you want to eliminate the dead bones in the mound, but the premise is that you have to remove the two obstacles first, and successfully eliminate the master of the Yin City, the turtle spirit general, and the snake spirit general, you will get two green affixes!If you choose to give up the mission, or fail the mission, such missions will no longer be issued in the future. At the same time, the recovery of the devil god will become a big change in the world, which may cause changes in the main mission!Please consider carefully! 】

……

Lin Dong's heart tightened. When he received a new mission prompt, he was numb.

The difficulty of this task is not generally high.

If it is not done well, it will directly change the main line.

"If I hadn't been involved in the bandit business, and hadn't met this little Taoist priest, would the demon god still be able to wake up?"

A strange thought flashed in Lin Dong's mind.

"You mean the devil god, who is still in the seal, and what he has to deal with are two monsters in this ghost city, one is called the turtle spirit general, and the other is called the snake spirit general?"

Lin Dong asked repeatedly.

"Yes, get rid of them, and I can return to the Taoist temple."

The little Taoist nodded.

"Have you ever thought that I might not be their opponent and take my own life for no reason?"

Lin Dong grinned and asked suddenly.

"I……"

Hearing this, the little Taoist's eyes were a little sad, and he said in a low voice: "But Master said, shouldn't the star kings in the sky should exorcise demons and demons? And the evil cannot prevail, isn't it the law of heaven?"

"Hahaha, you are right, it is the law of heaven."

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Dong took out the ghost head from the wooden box and chopped it off. He thought it would be useful to deal with the evil ghosts.

"Let's go, take me in and look for those two bastards who are working for tigers!"

"Luo Xingyun, you are waiting for us right here. It is the law of heaven that evil cannot prevail. Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."

Lin Dong grabbed the ghost head and cut it, took the little Taoist priest with one hand, and stepped over the road sign with the three big words "Ghost Gate" engraved on it.

If there is no fog, there will be no ghosts, and if there are ghosts, there will be fog.

The sun in the sky is as hot as an oven.

Stepping over the wooden sign, the surrounding temperature suddenly cooled down.

It was cold and piercing, and the dense fog couldn't dissipate at the other end of the long street. Shadowy passers-by came in and out of it, as if coming from nothingness and going back to nothingness.

In the biting cold, Guitou Zhan has a touch of warmth, holding it in his hand makes people feel at ease.

Guitou Zhan's dark blade actually radiated warmth like a torch.

Lin Dong rubbed his thumb lightly on the edge of the blade, dripping three drops of blood from his fingertips.

A long and narrow red light suddenly appeared from the edge of the blade, and those pedestrians of all kinds, wearing clothes from different dynasties, immediately distanced themselves from Lin Dong, avoiding him like a god of plague, for fear that he would approach.

This knife - the ghost head cut is full of evil spirit and murderous spirit.

A ghost without a little bit of Taoism may collapse in shape just by charging with evil spirit.

"Candied haws, candied haws."

An old man in a black leather coat carrying a straw pole yelled as he walked.

It seems that such people are indispensable on any street, whether in the world or in the underworld.

Compared to other ghosts, this old ghost was very courageous and walked straight towards Lin Dong.

"Ding ding, iced sour plum soup, ding ding, iced sour plum soup, it doesn't taste good and you don't need money."

The old woman selling sour plum soup was missing a front tooth, she wrapped the silver wire around her ears with a black cloth, and while beating the small copper basin with a wooden stick, she pointed at Lin Dong.

This is a kind of ghost.

Lin Dong was clear in his heart that the bustle of this Ghost Mayor Street was simply beyond his imagination.

From one end to the other, under the dusty buildings, peddlers can be heard singing and selling in various ways.

The sweet sound of the butcher's steel fork passing the boning knife.

The porter sang one or two lines from time to time, credit knife, credit knife, is there anyone who wants credit knife?This is the cry of credit knife people when they buy and sell second-hand goods.

All kinds of ghostly voices were intertwined in Lin Dong's ears, making him a little upset.

"Troubled my mind?"

Lin Dong's heart was full of murderous intent, he knew that there would be more terrifying battles to be fought later, just like the peerless sword intent was hidden in the peerless scabbard, he first hid this evil breath, kept it in his mouth, and let the fierce evil breath stir back and forth in his chest.

Once the sword is drawn, the ghost must be dissipated, and it is absolutely impossible to reincarnate!
"Candied haws, candied haws, you don't need money if they don't taste good, so do I! Candied haws don't taste good, you don't need money, so do I!"

The old man who sells candied haws is an old ghost of some kind, and when he talks and laughs, the artistic effect is almost full, especially the singing, with ups and downs, and many changes, just like the colorful faces on the Peking Opera stage.

The old man was wearing a black leather jacket, and the black leather seemed to stick to his skin, which made people want to speculate about his feet.

What the hell is this, a monster?
Another thing to mention is that on such a street full of ghosts and shadows, the old man suddenly raised his voice, and did not interrupt the yelling of other ghost vendors at all. Instead, he blended his own majestic voice into the noise.

"My lord, how about two bunches of candied haws?"

The old man in the black leather jacket walked up to Lin Dong, shouldered the big grass pole with gourds on his shoulders, threw a pestle on the ground, arched his hands, bowed, and asked respectfully.

(End of this chapter)