mythical card maker

Chapter 112 [The Way of Land]

"I'm going over here."

Zhou Chuan responded in his mind, and immediately lowered his hood, and walked through the extremely prosperous pagoda tree forest outside Lanruo Temple.

There are some zombie spirits wandering in the forest, and they have set up obstacles similar to [Ghosts hit the wall].

But as the master of this field, when he wanted to go out, the trees on both sides would automatically avoid it and make way for him.

When passing through the forest belt, he looked back, and only saw the evil dragon swimming in the air, breathing out the dragon's breath continuously, and the tree demon grandma with the crown of the tree and the branches.

They all belong to the kind of "giant spirits" whose combat power is mainly based on size. They don't have so many gorgeous "special effects" when fighting, but they are full of oppression. .

This made the already turbid environment even more dirty, and the visibility became worse.

The ghost king of Heishan, who was already logically confused and located in a remote place, had his sight blocked at this time, and he couldn't even notice that the "mortal enemy" he was thinking of had set off to touch his hometown.

In this way, he walked for a long distance in a calm manner, until he couldn't see the shadow of Lanruo Temple when he looked back, then Zhou Chuan summoned Erhama, and rode it to the city of death in vain.

As early as a few days ago, he broke into the city of death in the state of fourth master Ma.

Although it took only two or three minutes from beginning to end, it was enough for him with a superb memory to write down the surrounding road conditions and the structure of the inner city.

Now there is Eighth Master inside to support him, which is extremely safe.

"Run a few steps, this wave is probably about to get fat."

As Zhou Chuan said, he lightly hit the horse's belly, and Erhama seemed to understand what he meant, and ran towards Dacheng with joy.

According to the book, the City of Dead Death is adjacent to the Naihe Bridge and the Realm of Blood and Blood, but the ruins seem to only cover the city and a small area around it.

When Zhou Chuan looked into the distance, he could only see a hazy mist of blood. It seemed that there was only Wushi City, Lanruo Temple and the path below.

But when he looked at it for a long time, he could see some dreamlike scenes through the bloody mist.

It was a river of blood, not several feet wide, flowing to the southwest, full of insects and snakes, rolling waves, and a bloody wind.

A few thousand feet above it, surrounded by clouds and mist, there is a bluestone bridge with no end in sight.

There is an earthen platform beside the bridge. Standing on the side of the platform is a slightly hunched figure, with a basket in his left arm and a bowl in his right hand. From a distance, he looks like an old woman.

The old woman's phantom seemed to have noticed Zhou Chuan's gaze, turned her head slowly, and looked back, but it made him shiver subconsciously.

"Is that... Granny Meng?"

Zhou Chuan instinctively tightened his coat.

As early as when creating Impermanence in Black and White, he had transformed Xinhai into the appearance of Huangquan Naihe in order to achieve the effect of "heaven and earth work together", so he is naturally not unfamiliar with the scene in it.

But the crux of the problem is that the rivers and bridges in his heart are all shaped by him based on his records and imagination. To put it bluntly, they are his family's thoughts. How can they be exactly the same as the phantom of Naihe in the city of death? !

"For the time being, let's treat it as a hallucination caused by staying in the 'underworld' for a long time, let's not think about it..."

Zhou Chuan comforted himself in his heart like this, but the shock that "Meng Po"'s eyes brought to him still lingered in his heart.

It's just a phantom with such a will. If this god is still alive, how can he allow the old sixth ghost king of Heishan to occupy the dead city in vain?

"Difficult."

Zhou Chuan said lightly, his mind was a little confused.

However, he also knew that the top priority was to take down the City of Death, so he continued to push Erha to speed up.

As a card maker who has accumulated little by little, his background is not as profound as that of the Black Mountain Ghost King, and he does not have buff-type skill cards.

Therefore, the speed of Erha has always stayed at a not high value, and it took nearly an hour to reach the city of death that was in sight from the beginning.

"It seems that I have to replenish the deck this time when I go back."

Zhou Chuan patted the horse's head and put it away. At this time, the tall city gate had been violently broken open, and two cow monsters fell beside it.

Obviously, the assassination of Ma Siye cast a shadow on the image of the "horse" related to the ghost king of Montenegro.

No, the gatekeepers have all been replaced by bull demons.

"It looks... the quality is not bad."

Based on the idea of ​​not taking it for nothing, Zhou Chuan took out two blank cards from his mind, and packaged the two bull monsters casually. The blue quality can only be said to be better than nothing.

So he continued on towards the city.

The last time he came, he broke through the city and broke into the main hall with the purpose of trying to assassinate the Black Mountain Ghost King, so he didn't have time to take a closer look at the scenery in the city.

Looking around at this moment, he felt that the city of the dead was no different from the ancient mortal city he had imagined.

In addition to the various instruments of torture set up everywhere in the city, and the black pot as big as a teaching building in a college...

"I don't know if it was built by the Ghost Queen of Montenegro, or if it already exists in this city."

Thinking to himself, Zhou Chuan walked towards the main hall.

There is black blood all over the road, and mountain spirits and wild ghosts pierced by chains are everywhere.

Really kill a bloody way.

After regaining his sanity, the Eighth Master shouldn't be too cruel.

"You are finally here."

At the entrance of the main hall, Eighth Master folded his hands and bowed slightly. A brand-new ecstasy chain swayed and swam like a poisonous snake on the pitch-black hall floor, and quickly got into his wide cuff.

"A small gain." Hei Wuchang explained.

Zhou Chuan smacked his lips helplessly.

It's really wronged to become the spirit card of a poor man like me...

"I thought it would take a lot of trouble, but I didn't expect to find the head of the old Lu Shi statue so easily. Look."

Ba Ye noticed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he changed the subject, turned around and returned to the main hall, and brought out a stone head.

Zhou Chuan took a closer look, and saw that the head portrait was made to be lifelike. It was obviously not rendered with any paint, but it was just a grayish tone.

But the pair of eyes seemed to be shining with lightning, revealing an awe-inspiring and inviolable attitude, but upon closer inspection, they also revealed a sense of open-mindedness and righteousness.

I have to say that Lu Pan, who can disregard the "offense" of mortals in the Chinese mythology with distinct classes, and even regards him as a friend, is indeed quite elegant.

"Ba Ye thinks this looks somewhat similar to Lu Pan." Zhou Chuan asked.

"The big difference is not bad, the spirit is similar to the shape." Hei Wuchang said very seriously.

Zhou Chuan nodded slightly when he heard the words, and took out the material card of the headless judge from his heart.

As a flash of purple-orange light flashed, the stone statue sat firmly in the center of the hall. Seeing this, Zhou Chuan lifted up the head himself and landed on the headless neck, but it fit perfectly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the place where the head was separated from the body, and there were extremely fine "stitches" out of thin air, as if the best doctors and tailors in the world were trying to re-sew the head and body of the statue together.

In less than a few seconds, the originally broken neck was tightly stitched together.

"As expected of Lao Lu, a small statue has such means."

Ba Ye briefly commented, and then pulled a bag from the corner of the hall.

This pocket is bulging, full of civil servants' outfits, including official robes, official hats, seals, tooth wats, Kuixing pens, books of good and evil, and other items.

In addition, Zhou Chuan also found a sharp knife, a hatchet and some needles and threads inside.

"If I remember correctly, Lu Pan's [Transferring Flowers] shouldn't be used on the front line, right?" Zhou Chuan asked.

"I'm not very familiar with Lao Lu, but I heard him mention this ability when we were drinking together, and I don't know the details." Hei Wuchang explained.

"so."

Zhou Chuan nodded slightly, then waved his hand and summoned the other five masters.

It happened that the F6 of the underworld gathered together, so they were asked to guard all directions of the main palace of the dead city, in case the ghost king of Montenegro came back or his remaining subordinates came.

Sitting cross-legged in the main hall, he sorted out the materials collected by Ba Ye and the materials in his hand, and prepared to make cards.

"Is it really an orange-quality material?"

Finally, after looking at the material card of the stone statue after the head and body were combined, Zhou Chuan quickly adjusted his state, took a blank card and some material cards, stacked them in the palm of his hand, and turned them into a prosperous streamer, attached to Zao Zhan On the Eka pen that has taken the spiritual liquid.

Immediately, he picked up the pen and wrote the three big characters of "Lu Zhidao" in the void, followed by the most important step of adding "Rationality", which was also the step that caused Zhou Chuan the most headache.

Although this great god is widely worshiped by the people and often appears in the Hall of Ten Kings, his deeds during his lifetime have not been handed down.

Although Ba Ye had drank wine with him many times, due to some regulations of Yincao, everyone never mentioned reincarnation and past and present lives, and they didn't know much about his life experience.

But Zhou Chuan thought about it again, [Rationality] itself was to prove that this character "had" existed. Now that the statues and plaques have come out, it would be troublesome and hypocritical to write too much.

So recalling the introduction in my mind, I simply wrote:
"Lu Pan, whose real name is Lu Zhidao, was born in the Song Dynasty."

"Because of his upright and righteous character, he was deeply admired and close to the Yin God, so he was named [Chacha Division] by Emperor Fengdu, and he was one of the four judges. His duty is to let the good people get good rewards and promote good deeds; the evil ones be punished, and those who have been wronged will be redressed.”

"And such a majestic god of the underworld also has a human side."

"The legend says that there was a down-and-out scholar named Zhu Erdan who was famous for his boldness and boldness. Therefore, when he was drinking one day, someone asked him: 'If you dare to go to the Hall of Ten Kings in the middle of the night, you will bring back a judge. , everyone invites you to drink.'”

"Zhu Xinran promised, and after a while, he put Lu Pan's wooden statue back on the table, toasted three times, and said: 'The student is rude, I'm sorry you won't take offense! My home is not far from here, you are interested You can go and have a drink or two, don’t meet outsiders!’”

"As soon as I said this, Lu Pan was invited to come the next day. Zhu Erdan was not afraid, and he chatted with him fluently. After several times, he became a good friend, so he often showed the article to the other party."

"Lu Juan was born as a civil servant, and he is very knowledgeable. Naturally, he could see that the article was poor, so he disemboweled Zhu in one night, and exchanged a literary heart. As expected, Ju Ren was hit."

"After that, Zhu invited Lu Pan to drink. When he was drunk, he asked Lu Pan jokingly if he could change his wife's head to a beautiful one. When he woke up the next day, his wife really changed."

"This legend has been handed down, and some literati commented: "The Duke of Lu, it can be said that the skin is wrapped in beauty. The Ming Dynasty is not far away. Does the Duke of Lingyang still exist? Is there still a spirit? Hold on to it." Whip, what I admire.'”

After writing this, the card's real name was completely stabilized, Zhou Chuan turned to describe Lu Pan's image, and with a single movement of his mind, he outlined his figure in his mind.

To put it bluntly, it is portrayed according to the appearance of the stone statue, but with a touch of color.

According to the records in "Liao Zhai", Lu Pan has a green face and red beard, and his appearance is particularly ferocious.

Fill in the color like this, and add a red robe for him, and it will be done.

At this point, the creation of the spirit card has come to the final step. Looking at the tall and straight figure in front of him, Zhou Chuan raised his arm and raised his pen, finishing his eyes with thick ink!
The next moment, a huge storm surged in my heart, even affecting reality.

In Lanruo Temple, the Heishan Ghost King who was fighting fiercely with Yan Chixia staggered, and his shoulder was cut by Yun Congjian.

He stared blankly at the direction of the dead city, and couldn't help cursing angrily.

And Zhou Chuan was not having a good time. It was okay to say before, but this final touch almost drained all of his energy.

But the result is always good.

His first orange card... done!
(End of this chapter)