landbeastnovel Chapter 61 What did that woman do outside just now?!
Chapter 61 What did that woman do outside just now?!
Before Lu Yuan's angry curse could dissipate in the mountains and forests, gunshots suddenly rang out from the direction of Fengtian City, forming a continuous barrage.
That wasn't just a few scattered sounds.
It was a deafening, continuous popping sound, like beans being fried!
Lu Yuan darted out of the woods and stood atop the hill, gazing at the distant city of Fengtian.
The city under the cover of night is no longer tranquil.
Seven or eight flames shot into the sky, but they were not warm orange-red; instead, they were a sinister and eerie pale green.
The green flames flickered silently in the darkness, like giant ghostly eyes looking down upon the human world.
At this moment, Fengtian City has been transformed into a ghost town.
The streets were in complete chaos, with people and horses stumbling and screaming, a scene of utter utter devastation.
The real terror is in the air above the streets.
Countless evil spirits roamed and lurked.
The most common type is the "diaokeyi" (a type of traditional Chinese dress).
One by one, translucent, pale white shrouds, dripping wet, floated silently through the streets and alleys.
There are also "mirage ghosts," clusters of colorful mist the size of washbasins that swirl and change unpredictably in the low sky.
Sometimes the mist reflects mountains of gold and silver, sometimes it transforms into fragrant delicacies, and sometimes it appears as a stunningly beautiful woman smiling shyly with her face covered.
They prey on people's greed and desires.
A man dressed as a rickshaw puller, grinning foolishly, lunged at a cloud of mist that had materialized into a pile of banknotes.
He frantically clawed and tore at the air with his hands, completely unaware that his pants had slipped down to his ankles!
There are also curses such as the Mother-Child Curse, the Lasso Curse, the Drowning Under the Bridge, and the Cart Wheel Curse...
Countless malevolent spirits and evil beings have emerged from their nests!
The security troops and police were completely thrown into disarray.
Where had they ever seen such a spectacle?
The bandits and robbers they dealt with on a regular basis were swift and clean, falling with a single shot.
But when bullets hit these strange things, they either went straight through or only created a tiny ripple in the shadows.
This sense of powerlessness, in turn, aroused the ferocity of the evil spirits.
"Beat them! Give them a good beating!"
A man who looked like an officer, his face ashen, held up a Mauser pistol and fired three shots at a piece of clothing that was floating by.
The bullet pierced through the clothing in vain, scattering a few sparks on the opposite wall.
The "mourning robe" paused slightly, and the swollen face at the collar, with its features becoming even clearer, sped toward him.
"My God! It's a ghost! It's a fucking ghost!"
The soldiers' psychological defenses completely collapsed, and they began firing wildly into the sky and in all directions.
Stray bullets whistled past, instead killing several innocent civilians who couldn't escape in time.
The people were terrified.
Some people collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating everywhere; others held their heads and huddled behind a door, trembling like leaves.
Many more people, like headless flies, ran wildly through the streets, their cries, screams, gunshots, and eerie noises all mixed together.
The once prosperous city of Fengtian has been completely transformed into a paradise for evil spirits.
So many evil spirits have already drifted out from the collapsed temporary nurturing ground.
As for the Song family, who are one of the places that nurture evil spirits, it goes without saying!
Slippery, sticky "shadow claws" kept emerging from the crevices of the artificial rock.
The pond surface was covered with countless pale white mourning clothes, making the clear water appear eerily green.
Black "tears" that looked like weeping seeped from the vermilion pillars and moon gate of the corridor.
Several "mirage ghosts" hovered in the flower hall, conjuring up illusions of jewels and silks to lure the maids and servants who had lost their minds.
The servants and guards of the Song family had all retreated to the backyard, their faces ashen.
Song Meiqin was protected in the center by several loyal old women and maids.
Her face was pale, her lips were tightly pressed together, but her eyes remained calm, and she clutched the few self-defense gadgets that Lu Yuan had given her tightly in her hand.
A piece of peach wood engraved with a simple Bagua diagram, strung on a red cord.
A small bronze mirror, about the size of a palm.
There was also a small packet of powdered incense ash mixed with cinnabar, wrapped in mulberry paper.
"Don't panic! Hold onto what your young master gave you! Use the mirror to reflect those ghostly shadows! Sprinkle them with powder!"
Aunt Qin is not a delicate and pretty lady.
At times like these, she had to stand tall and not show any weakness, because the whole family was counting on her.
Even so, the barely perceptible tremor in her voice betrayed her inner fear.
A guard mustered his courage, raised the bronze mirror Lu Yuan had given him, and looked at the "mourning robe" that was trying to climb over the wall.
The rough surface of the bronze mirror surprisingly reflected a faint white light.
When the white light shone on the "mourner's robe," it seemed to be burned and abruptly retracted, the face at the collar emitting a sharp scream.
Another maid sprinkled incense ash and cinnabar powder at the "Shadow Claw" that was trying to emerge from the shadows on the ground.
The powder touched the shadow, making a slight hissing sound and emitting wisps of smoke. The "Shadow Claw" recoiled in pain.
However, these small magical artifacts are of limited power and there are too few of them.
The evil spirits seemed to be enraged and surged more and more frantically toward the backyard.
More and more "mourning clothes" are piled up on the wall, trying to build a path with their "bodies".
The shadows on the ground, like boiling ink, kept trying to spread into the backyard.
There was also an exceptionally large "mirage ghost" that conjured the image of Aunt Qin's deceased mother, weeping mournfully in the air, trying to break her spirit.
"Miss! We can't hold on any longer! We're almost out of powder!"
An old woman cried out.
Song Meiqin immediately turned cold, gritted her teeth, and scolded:
"Shut up!! Hang in there!!"
"My dear nephew will definitely come to save us!!"
However, the halo of the peach wood chip grew dimmer and dimmer, and the white light of the bronze mirror flickered erratically.
One of the guards was tripped by the "Shadow Claw" and was instantly entangled by several shadows, his face turning pale in an instant.
Aunt Qin bit her lower lip and gripped the peach wood piece in her hand tightly.
She could feel those cold, malicious gazes firmly fixed on her, her "backbone."
A "mourning robe" with a particularly clear human face at the neckline broke through the barrier of the bronze mirror's light.
It rushed towards her with a damp, cold, and putrid stench!
Those nearby cried out in alarm, but it was too late to help.
Aunt Qin could even see the hollow eye sockets and the gaping, toothless mouth on the swollen face.
At this critical moment—
"The profound origin of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi!"
A clear, sharp shout rang out like a thunderclap in the backyard!
Immediately afterwards, a blazing golden sword light, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, slashed down fiercely from the night sky!
boom--!
The sword light struck precisely at the "mourning robe" that was lunging towards Aunt Qin.
There was no sound of objects colliding, only a chilling, ghostly wail.
The garment, imbued with malevolent energy, was instantly vaporized by the supremely yang sword energy and thunderous intent, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.
The golden light, still lingering, swept across the backyard like a giant broom.
Wherever it passed, the "Shadow Claw" crumbled, the "Mirage Ghost" screamed and disintegrated into primordial mist, and the "Wailing Wall" dried up its tear stains.
Even the "funeral clothes" floating on the pond surface were washed away.
In the blink of an eye, the backyard was cleaned up.
A figure landed lightly in front of Aunt Qin.
His white Taoist robe fluttered slightly in the night breeze, and the golden longsword in his hand emitted faint lightning, illuminating his young yet composed face.
It was Lu Yuan.
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Zhenlong Temple, the side hall in the backyard.
The old man sat cross-legged on a futon in front of the coffin, holding a wine gourd, snoring soundly as he slept.
At that moment, a scarlet figure appeared in the side hall, glanced at the old man, and the next second the soul body disappeared into the coffin.
The moment Gu Qingwan entered the coffin.
The old man opened his eyes in horror and looked up sharply at the coffin in front of him.
What did that woman do outside?!