Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 210 Yang Jian, Thank You For Protecting Me
"Brother, you are so courageous!"

Lu Chunliang looked at Li Daoxuan who stabbed the three-headed vicious dog to death with a steel fork, and he felt a sense of admiration in his heart.

This man is really calm.

Li Daoxuan let go of the steel fork and looked into the distance. The iceberg hell was very big, and other ghost messengers in the distance heard the movement and were rushing over.

"Brother Lu, it's best to run now."

Li Daoxuan pulled Lu Chunliang, and the two began to run out, they didn't care about finding anything to return to the balcony, they ran wherever there were few ghosts.

With the blessing of the Maoshan Jiama Talisman, the speed of the two was very fast, and the effect of the Shangqing Xuanyin Talisman was still there, so there were no dangers along the way.

Li Daoxuan was not afraid of those ghosts, he just made a move because he felt dissatisfied, and it happened that those ghosts were alone, so he could take the opportunity to solve them.

But this does not mean that with his strength, he can run rampant in the world of Huangquan.

Among other things, if the ghost king with empty stomach makes a move, he is definitely not the opponent.

Of course, Li Daoxuan also has his trump card. His greatest strength is actually the Great Five Elements Escape Technique. After the five elements are completed, he can escape into it no matter it is the water of the underworld or the land of the netherworld, and leave calmly.

Coupled with the immobilization spell given by the empress, he has the confidence to save his life even in the face of the ghost king with a hollow belly.

But along the way, he found that the Xudu Ghost King hadn't appeared, and he even overheard from some ghost messengers that the Xudu Ghost King hadn't shown up for a long time. A ghost will be responsible for Chihu.

……

Li Daoxuan and Lu Chunliang ran for a long time, feeling that they finally got rid of those ghosts and were safe for the time being.

They have left the eighteenth floor of hell and came to a ghost city.

It is said to be a ghost city, but it is actually similar to a human city, only more gloomy and without sunlight, but it can be seen clearly.

There are still pedestrians on the street, basically old people and children, and all of them are dead souls.

They live in this ghost town, no different from the mortal world, but because ghosts don't need to rest, there is no night here.

There are even shops in the city that sell some items burned from Yangjian.

But the currency of the transaction is not Mingbi, but rice, which is the rice that Lu Chunliang swayed when he was in the dark.

Li Daoxuan saw a few children eating boiled rice, unaware that this ghost town is actually a cage, and they are livestock living in it. When they grow up, they will be sent to hell to be slaughtered.

Lu Chunliang looked at these children with a trace of unbearable in his eyes.

"They died young, and the dead souls can't grow up, but after eating rice, even the dead ghosts can continue to grow, it's really sad..."

While speaking, Lu Chunliang took out some black powder and sprinkled it on Li Daoxuan and himself.

"It's time for our Shangqing Xuanyin Talisman. I'll sprinkle some shady sand on you, which can cover up the yang energy. Although it cannot be invisible, it can make others think that we are also ghosts."

Yinsha is refined from the yellow sand that buried the unjustly dead. It is full of resentment and can confuse ghosts and gods.

Li Daoxuan also experienced the background of Maoshan, a disciple in the early stage of Bigu, with such various methods.

Because there were mostly old people and children in the city, they found two bamboo hats in the storage of magical artifacts, covered their faces, and entered the city quietly.

"Brother, my master has said that you must never buy anything in a ghost town, as it will shorten your lifespan!"

Seeing that Li Daoxuan was not only not afraid, but was also looking at the illusion around him with great interest, he couldn't help reminding him.

Just as Li Daoxuan was about to speak, he suddenly saw his expression startled, and saw a execution ground in the distance, which was built at the intersection of the most lively streets.

At this moment, Li Daoxuan suddenly understood why there were not many ghosts guarding around, but basically no ghosts dared to escape.

There were red-hot copper pillars standing on the execution ground, on which hung some old people and children, who were burned to pieces and screamed again and again.

They are all revenants who tried to escape and failed.

The ghost messengers will force the residents of the city to come here to watch every day, killing chickens and monkeys.

It's just that their momentum is even louder now, and their laughter is even more rampant, because there is a very special existence among this group of tortured ghosts.

A ghost guard held a barbed steel whip, lashed at the prisoner's body, and deliberately scratched it a few times, so that the rusty iron thorns cut through the delicate skin, leaving shocking scars.

The prisoner had suffered countless tortures. She passed out countless times, but was woken up again, and her white clothes had turned into blood.

There was a pool of solidified dark red blood clots on the ground, which showed that she had been tortured for a long time, and her soul was on the verge of dissipating.

The steel whips in the hands of those ghost messengers are not ordinary whips, but a special magic weapon, which can do great damage to ghosts.

Li Daoxuan looked at the figure, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In the messy and dry hair, he vaguely saw a somewhat familiar face, as if he had known him before.

But it was a pity that her face was also whipped by the steel whip, and her face was almost completely changed, like a puddle of flesh that had been forcibly sewn together with a needle and thread.

The ferocious ghost guard whipped dozens of whips in a row before he stopped panting, and laughed to the onlookers, "You see, this is the bad guy who is said to be able to subdue demons, the demon buster." ? Haha, if you offend us in the Underworld, that's what happens!"

Hearing this sentence, Li Daoxuan was shocked, he finally knew who this woman was.

Bad guy Lou Xiaoyun!

That little girl who admires herself very much, is young but dares to fight hard, even if she is misunderstood and wronged, she still laughs it off.

It's just that the brave girl who used to be not only died, but even her soul fell into the devil's lair and endured inhuman torture.

Li Daoxuan's heart sank, she was probably stopped by people from the Underworld on the way back to Chang'an, and encountered an accident.

……

In the execution ground.

The ghost guard whipped his whip again, and threatened: "Lou Xiaoyun, you still refuse to tell the news about Li Daoxuan and Lou Guandao's method?"

It has been more than two full months, the torture day and night, but it can't break this woman's will in the slightest.

Now that she has reached the verge of her soul disappearing, this is the last chance to ask for news.

Lou Xiaoyun didn't pay attention to what he was saying at all, but looked at those innocent dead souls in the audience with a compassionate look.

They were originally farmers working in the fields, children studying in private schools, and they were the people of Tang Dynasty.

However, here, it bears the darkness that never sees the sun.

The old man planted rice endlessly, and the child became a lamb in captivity. He lived a hard life before death, but it was even more painful after death.

If such a magic lair expands further, it will be a disgrace and a nightmare for Datang!
It's a pity that I still couldn't rush back to Chang'an in time to tell His Majesty and the Headmaster the news...

Snapped!
Perhaps it was her contemptuous and ignorant attitude that enraged the ghost messenger, and another whip came down hard.

Lou Xiaoyun's soul body began to dissipate, and in a haze, she remembered the night that affected her life.

Her parents were bad people, they went out on a mission together when she was eight years old, and never came back.

That night, the city was captured by monsters, and countless people were reduced to blood.

She hid in a small and dilapidated temple, and slept tremblingly at the feet of the statue all night.

She saw the figures of monsters outside the temple, but those monsters showed fear when they saw the god statues, and they lingered for a long time, but they did not dare to come in after all.

Until the next day, an old man with a white beard walked in, looking a little tired, and the whisk in his hand was stained with demon blood.

The old man with the white beard squeezed out a smile and said that his name was Yuan Tiangang and he was a friend of your parents.

Before leaving with the other party, Lou Xiaoyun pointed to the heroic statue and asked a question.

"Grandpa, do you know who he is?"

Yuan Tiangang touched her head, and said with a smile: "He is Erlang Xianshengzhenjun, Yang Jian, who specializes in killing demons and ghosts."

The young girl tried her best to raise her face, staring at the face of the god with her big black eyes, and her immature voice was sincere and firm.

"Yang Jian, thank you for protecting me."

"In the future, I will protect others like you!"

(End of this chapter)