The world of Taoism

Chapter 93 Scarlet Night Demon King

The old ghost responded with a smile, his face was as usual, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

In the night, the old ghost dressed up very scary, but after he spoke, he didn't feel a little scary.

The old ghost's voice seemed to have a calming power, making people unable to help but put down their guard.

The old ghost originally passed by here and saw a pile of corpses, so he buried them and recited the scriptures for salvation.

After busying himself, he found a young general in black robe appeared behind him.

This young general in black robes has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and under the cloak is a pair of chain mail. This attire is most likely a member of the government.

While the old ghost was looking at Fu Jian, Fu Jian was also looking at the old ghost.

This old fellow stood alone among the mass graves.

Surrounded by flying paper money and candles.

Against the background of this eerie and terrifying scene, the old ghost looked very strange.

Even if he is not a bad person, he is still a practitioner.

Fu Jian got off his horse and asked, "Are you a monk?"

"Well, the old ghost is a lonely ghost, and he should be considered a monk." The old ghost said with a normal expression while holding a black umbrella.

There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight scratches on the black umbrella.

One more thing to complete the merits and virtues.

Strange to say, since the old ghost bid farewell to Zhou Xuan that day, he has never encountered any meritorious deeds.

Either pass by, or it's over as it is now.

No ghosts were born from the pile of corpses, and the old ghosts couldn't be saved.

The old ghost didn't show any impatience.

I have endured for so long and done so many meritorious deeds, and it is not short of this time.

This may be the last test God gave himself.

As soon as this remark came out, Fu Jian immediately became alert.

Just now, I had a faint feeling that the person in front of me should not be human.

I didn't expect people to admit it directly.

He speaks in a very orderly manner, without any sign of being possessed by demons. Unlike ordinary ghosts, he may be in a very advanced state.

The rune sword is ready to attack.

Seeing this, the old ghost smiled and said, "Don't be alarmed, young man. I didn't mean anything malicious, I just passed by to see how pitiful these people are, so I buried them."

The more good you do, the more darkness you encounter.

Originally, there was no merit in such a thing as burying a corpse, but out of compassion, the old ghost still did it.

Before Fu Jian could speak, the old ghost continued to ask: "The young man is in a hurry, but where are you going?"

"Go to the village ahead to check out the bandits." Fu Jian couldn't help but believe the old ghost's words.

Fu Jian has been in contact with gods since childhood, and has a premonition that he can distinguish good from bad.

In the sense of the talisman sword, the old ghost doesn't look like the kind of ghost with ghosts in his heart.

"Then you may have returned without success." The old ghost laughed.

"Return without success? What do you mean?" Fu Jian asked puzzled.

"The people you are looking for may all be in this mass grave." The old ghost pointed to his feet, and then looked at the village over there.

Following the eyes of the old ghost, the village was on fire, the houses collapsed, and the walls were ruined.

The strange thing is that there is no sound, as if it is a deserted village.

Hearing what the old ghost said, Fu Jian probably understood it, but he still couldn't believe it.

The thieves were so rampant that they blatantly slaughtered the village.

But think about it, the officers and soldiers have been defeated by them, who else can stop them.

According to Fu Jian Road, this place is very messy.

In addition to Japanese pirates, bandits also went down the mountain to take advantage of the fire.

If the officers and soldiers have not arrived, I'm afraid it will be even more chaotic here.

Thinking of this, Fu Jian cupped his hands at the old ghost and said: "Thank you, senior old ghost, it's best for you to leave here, the pirates are brutal, I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

"Don't you want to avenge these villagers?"

"Of course!" Fu Jian sighed deeply, and then got on his horse neatly.

"You are not afraid of death?"

"National affairs come first, and personal misfortunes and fortunes are of no importance."

The old ghost was a little surprised.

"I have a spell here to protect you..."

"You youngsters, don't worry about it." Fu Jian smiled heroically.

The cloak hunts, the knight is fearless.

The horse's hooves raised, pushing away the black mist, and the figure of Fu Jian disappeared in place.

As the night darkened, Fu Jian came to the village.

The village was empty, the blood on the ground hadn't dried up, and a bloody smell rushed over.

There is a mess of footprints on the ground, which can probably tell the direction of the enemy's departure.

Rune Jian chased after the footprints.

Along the way, Fu Jian also saw other corpses.

Most of the corpses were young women, all naked, covered with wounds, and some were even disemboweled and thrown on the side of the road at will.

When Fu Jian was about to catch up, he suddenly stopped.

thump!
Fu Jian got off his horse and came to a corpse.

The corpse looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome appearance and horrific wounds.

The woman's chest rose and fell slightly, as if she was not dead yet, her mouth moved slightly, as if she was talking about something.

Seeing someone approaching, the woman's numb eyes showed a hint of emotion.

Fu Jian squatted down and listened carefully.

"Okay...it hurts..." The woman was so angry.

The throat is like a bellows, making a "hehe" sound.

While speaking, blood flowed from his mouth.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Fu Jian was expressionless, unable to see the emotion in his heart.

"It hurts...help me..." The woman didn't seem to hear Fu Jian's voice, but kept repeating these two sentences.

"Okay! I'll save you right away."

Fu Jian nodded, then stood up.

Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed, and the snow-white sword light disappeared in a flash.

The woman's head fell in response to the sound, and she fell to the ground and died without even screaming.

Fu Jian got on his horse and left without looking back.

For some reason, there seemed to be a fire burning in my heart.

Thousands of words, only turned into a sigh.

Maxima is very fast, and Fu Jian estimates that the Japanese pirates will not leave too far.

They take treasure and women, not so fast.

On the mountain.

In the dark jungle, a group of people drink and have fun around the bonfire, and the woman next to them is tied to the carriage with their belongings.

Most of the people in this group are short in stature, about 1.4 meters five, with weird hairstyles, and the hair in the middle of their heads is shaved, leaving only four weeks.

All of them are ugly and hideous, like evil spirits alive.

Among the crowd, a tall man was the most eye-catching.

The man is about 1.7 meters tall and stands out from the crowd.

This person is covered by a pair of armor, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

The whole body is crimson red, and the two huge horns on the head are like the two magic horns of red ghosts.

With the addition of magic horns, the whole person looks two meters tall.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like an evil ghost covered in red.

This group of people came from the overseas Rakshasa country, and the man in the middle was named Chiyetian Demon King.

The figure is extremely rare in Rakshasa Kingdom, giving people a great sense of oppression.

With his height advantage and an exaggerated armor, he can scare the enemy to death, so he is called the Scarlet Night Demon King.

The woman next to her continued to howl, disturbing everyone's interest in drinking.

The Chiyetian Demon King drew out his long knife and threw it directly.

The long knife pierced through the woman's head and nailed it hard to the big tree.

The blade oozes water to clean the blood stains and restore the blade to be as clean as a mirror.

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　(The number of people who have left messages recently is a bit small, are there still big bosses reading it? Are the big bosses empathizing with each other?)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)