mythical card maker

Chapter 89

"Please trouble Seventh Master and Eighth Master, go help me catch a ghost and come back."

Following Zhou Chuan's order, the two figures, one black and one white, hovering over the locust forest, flew straight in one direction.

After a while, a ghost with a pale face and clothed clothes flew back.

Zhou Chuan didn't even think about it, and directly took that weirdness into Fengyue Baojian.

Time passed by like this, Zhou Chuan stared at the picture in Baojian, and saw that the yellow smoke monster who had been severely injured was slowly recovering under the influence of ghost energy in Baojian.

First, the hands and feet interrupted by Master Yan could move slowly, and then the nostrils also began to move.

It seemed to smell a strange smell, and under the impetus of the yellow smoke, it grabbed the ground with only two movable ghost claws, and slowly crawled in a strange direction.

And Wei Yi, who was tied to a boulder in Baojian by phantom of chains, also felt a fatal crisis at this time, and struggled frantically.

And the more it was like this, the faster the yellow smoke monster crawled, and it came to it in the blink of an eye.

Commoner strangely only saw an incomparably ferocious smile blooming in front of his eyes, and two rows of scorched fangs gradually enlarged...

"Hiccup~"

After a while, the Yellow Smoke Monster, who was full of food and drink, leaned against the boulder, and half of his injuries had recovered.

Even during the arrest process just now, in order to ensure its activity, Zhou Chuan deliberately asked the masters to hold back.

But the strength of those people is there, no matter how hard they are, it is not something a rookie can bear.

But this yellow smoke monster was able to recover quickly after being beaten up by those few people one after another, and it also possessed various practical abilities such as deformation and smoke, as well as the extremely rare characteristic of "ghost eating".

If it is handed over to some battle card masters who specialize in this way, it can completely serve as the core spirit card in the main battle deck.

But in his hands, this guy can be used as the core material to participate in the creation of the two characters.

One of them is the famous Lord Kui!

The second is Father Huang's ghost, who ranks among the seventeenth of China's Hundred Ghosts and also has a strong background!
Zhong Kui needless to say, with his help, Zhou Chuan can walk sideways in this big black mountain!
But as a professional card maker, he was very clear in his heart that apart from the characteristic of [ghost eating], there was nothing in this yellow smoke monster that matched Zhong Kui, and the compatibility between the two was actually not high.

Forced card production, the possibility of failure is extremely high!
In contrast, Father Huang's compatibility with this yellow smoke monster can no longer be described as high, they are simply close relatives.

Huangfu ghost, one of the hundreds of ghosts in China, is recorded in "Shuyiji", "Yiyuan", "Taiping Yulan" and other books, and appears in Huangzhou many times, calling himself "Shanling".

It often appears during the day, likes yellow, and is good at changing shapes, such as smoke, children, women, birds and animals.

Three thousand dishes for breakfast, and three hundred tooth sacrifices in the evening.

Not to mention the strength, the origin is not ordinary, it is said that it was transformed by a certain star in the sky, and he can do whatever he wants.

Looking at it this way, the Yellow Smoke Monster is simply Father Huang's own son, and after a little tidying up, he looks like his "father".

But even so, Zhou Chuan did not intend to use it to create [Huang Father Ghost] lightly, after all, this [Ghost Eater] feature is too precious.

Or keep him in custody temporarily, and make a decision after seeing if he can encounter other yellow smoke monsters or spirit monsters with the characteristic of [ghost eating].

In this regard, Zhou Chuan's mentality is quite peaceful.

According to the "mural" description, the yellow smoke monster is likely to be a group, rather than exist alone.

Not to mention anything else, compared to the size of the yellow smoke monster in the painting, its height is not lower than the wooden tower on the east side of the settlement, but the one he caught is more like a certain cross talk actor, but of ordinary stature.

Of course, it is not ruled out that ancient people did artistic processing and amplification because of their awe of mystery...

"Let's take a walk and see, anyway, I'm not in a hurry, how can I think about it..."

Thinking to himself, Zhou Chuan stepped into the depths of the woods.

Just when a strong wind hit, there were clear signs of clearing just now, but in less than half an hour, dark and thick clouds rolled in, followed by cold and damp air.

Rainstorm, coming soon.

"This is a bit difficult..."

Zhou Chuan had already walked a long distance at this moment. When he looked back, the low and dilapidated buildings in the settlement were not as big as an ant, and the fog was so thick that he couldn't see the way back clearly.

"Go ahead and try to find shelter from the rain before dark."

Thinking to himself, Zhou Chuan walked along the path in the pagoda tree forest without looking back, leaving only the seventh and eighth masters as bodyguards.

In the case of simply rushing, his strong physical fitness after breaking through the gold was completely released. Although he was on the way down the mountain, it did not affect his galloping at all, just like riding a mighty wind and thunder.

The sky quickly darkened, the mountain wind blew, and the pagoda trees in the mountain were like waves, like a laughing devil at a blood feast.

Zhou Chuan was walking in the mountains and forests, always feeling that someone was blowing cool air on the back of his neck, and at the same time, there were countless prying eyes cast from all directions.

When the darkness arrives, the strangeness strikes.

He is like the backpacker on the [Ghost Hit the Wall] card, walking in the dark locust forest, there are eerie ghosts everywhere.

However, for him who has experienced too many strange scenes, and even created countless pictures of the underworld, this style of painting is similar to that of a pink mud blower pig, and it does not affect his walking speed at all.

Walking and walking like this, after about half an hour, a temple-like building appeared indistinctly in front of me.

In such a world where myths are cut off, who is accepting people's worship?
I'm afraid it won't be a good thing.

But Zhou Chuan didn't have time to think about it. Tens of thousands of tons of water had already fallen from Tianxin, and it was raining all over the sky.

Zhou Chuan then kicked open the temple door, and the strong wind followed him in, blowing the broken pots piled up at the bottom of the hall tottering.

Taking out a bright flashlight from his heart, Zhou Chuan looked forward, only to see a black and purple locust tree sculpture made of unknown material.

The branches of the tree were wrapped with tattered white silk, and some old pots were placed beside the roots. As he approached, more than a dozen skinny rats with red eyes ran out in all directions.

No matter how you look at this picture, it looks like hell.

"Seventh Lord and Eighth Lord."

Zhou Chuan called softly, and under the protection of these two, he slowly approached the locust tree sculpture. Under the light of the flashlight, a beautiful face with closed eyes appeared on the trunk.

But just as he was about to investigate further, the lights suddenly flickered off.

In a trance, the beauty's face disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

"Boom!"

The thunder exploded, the white light shone through the world, and the branches and leaves of the locust tree outside the temple swayed, as if they had come to life.

"How about... set it on fire?"

(End of this chapter)