82: Chapter 82 Lu Changfeng

The night was thick and impenetrable, and the wasteland in the eastern suburbs of Jiangzhou City was tightly shrouded in a layer of heavy black mist.

Several unplated black armored vehicles were parked on the periphery of the dirt road leading to the ancient temple.

The headlights emitted blinding beams of light, striking the rolling black mist ahead. The light was instantly swallowed up completely, unable to penetrate even a fraction.

Lin Ye pushed open the passenger door, his military boots stepping onto the dew-soaked, muddy ground with a muffled thud.

He closed the door behind him and looked up at the ancient temple building ahead, which only revealed its dilapidated flying eaves.

The feng shui compass vibrated frantically in his backpack, its needle jumping wildly and pointing in complete disarray.

The Yin energy of the local ley lines was forcibly distorted by some external force, forming a huge suction cup that poured all the death energy within dozens of miles back into the foundations of this ancient temple.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan wore a tight polymer nano-combat suit with dual guns hung at her waist, and she walked quickly to Lin Ye's side.

She held a military high-intensity flashlight in her hand, its halo illuminating her tense jawline.

"Mr. Lin, the infrared thermal imaging of the SkyNet satellite shows that three layers of poisonous barriers are deployed around the periphery of the ancient temple. The two micro-drones we sent in just flew through the gate when their signal source was cut off on the spot."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan lowered her voice, her brows revealing deep apprehension.

Lin Ye felt two Qingxin anti-miasma talismans from his tactical pocket, held the talisman paper between his index and middle fingers, flicked his wrist slightly, and the talisman paper spontaneously ignited in the wind.

"With this level of intensity of grievance and poisonous barrier, electronic equipment cannot probe in."

Lin Ye threw the burning ashes at his feet, and the firelight dispersed the black mist within a few feet around.

"People of The Ninth Bureau must guard all the paths down the mountain, pull up the cordon lines, and disengage the safeties. Any living creature that runs out of this mist tonight will be killed on sight."

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan nodded heavily, turned around, and made tactical gestures to the special operations officers behind her.

The officers quickly dispersed, heavy rune rifles set up behind cover, their pitch-black muzzles pointing straight at the entrance of the ancient temple.

Lin Ye looked back at Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang understood, tightly hugging the fierce deboning knife wrapped in an old coat in his arms, and squatted down behind a hidden tree stump.

He knew very well that his fat body going in would just be serving himself as food, and staying outside to act as a liaison for Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan was the wisest choice.

"Wife, Frost Star. Time to work."

Lin Ye patted the soul-suppressing copper coin sword on his back, strode out with his long legs, and stepped alone into the pitch-black poisonous barrier where one could not see one's fingers.

Leng Yue, dressed in a black form-fitting cheongsam and a long trench coat, followed lightly on Lin Ye's left side with brisk steps.

The extreme cold corpse aura unique to the drought demon transformed into an invisible solid wall, forcibly pushing away the poisonous mist trying to approach.

Frost Star held a dim-blue bone knife, skipping and jumping on Lin Ye's right side.

The little girl was quite disgusted by these fishy-smelling mists, fanning her nose with her hand from time to time, her heterochromatic pupils full of fierce light searching for food.

The three of them had just passed through the collapsed stone archway on the periphery of the ancient temple.

A burst of fierce fighting sounds accompanied by harsh piercing sounds came from the abandoned Zen courtyard on the left.

"Die, evil specter!"

A violent shout mixed with anger and weakness sounded.

This voice was exceptionally familiar.

Lin Ye stopped in his tracks and listened attentively.

This was clearly the proud swordsman who caused trouble in the Funeral Shop, Young Master Lu Changfeng of the Lu family.

He changed direction and sneaked silently toward that Zen courtyard with the two female zombies.

Sparks flew behind the collapsed Zen courtyard wall.

Young Master Lu Changfeng looked extremely miserable at this moment.

His light gray trench coat was torn into tattered strips of cloth, and several dark cyan claw marks deep enough to see bone remained on his shoulders and thighs.

Blood stained half of his body, his steps were floating and disordered, and his right hand holding the lightning-struck peach wood sword was trembling slightly.

What drove him to a desperate situation was not any Taoist priest of the Yinshan Sect.

That was a dark-skinned, shirtless Nanyang Sorcerer.

This Nanyang Sorcerer was covered all over his body with dense dark green tattoos, and hanging around his neck was a long chain of bone polished from baby skulls.

He hovered in mid-air with his legs crossed, rapidly chanting obscure and awkward Thai scriptures and spells in his mouth.

Above the Nanyang Sorcerer's head hovered three disheveled, bloody human heads.

These heads were connected to half sections of bloody intestines and spines, flying up and down in mid-air, opening their fanged mouths, and frantically biting Young Master Lu Changfeng's protective sword qi.

Nanyang sorcery, flying head drop!

For tonight's sacrificial ceremony, the Yinshan Sect had spent a lot of money to invite a black-clothed Achan practicing such sinister methods from Thailand to help out.

Young Master Lu Changfeng was seen swinging a thunder slash once again.

The tip of the sword brought up a faint blue arc of light.

However, that lightning-struck wood had miraculous effects on local ferocious ghosts, but against these flying heads full of Nanyang's hot and humid corpse oil smell, the effect was greatly reduced.

The facial skin of the central flying head showed a weird purple-red color.

Its intestines and stomach, several meters long, rolled and whipped in the air, with sharp barbs hanging on each section of the intestine. Wherever it passed, the already dilapidated pillars and stones of the Zen courtyard were whipped so that stone chips flew.

What made Young Master Lu Changfeng even more terrified was that these flying heads were actually sucking his overflowing blood.

Whenever a drop of blood splashed, the flying head would emit a joyful scream, and the red glow in its eyeballs would grow a fraction stronger.

His sword qi became slower and slower, and the oxygen in his chest seemed to be completely squeezed out by the fishy smell of the sorcery.

"Am I really going to die in the hands of this bug in the gutter?"

Young Master Lu Changfeng felt a burst of desolation deep in his heart.

He remembered the bold words he had made before the family elders before setting off, and the precious sword in his hand that had slain countless monsters.

His self-esteem was gnawed away bit by bit by these bloody flying heads. This sense of frustration of falling from the clouds into the mire caused him far more pain than the scars on his body.

"Hehehe… The sword cultivators of Great Xia are nothing much; with tender skin and flesh, they are just right to be made into the old man's top-grade blood corpse."

The Nanyang Sorcerer spoke in stiff and clumsy Chinese, his eyes full of cruel banter.

His fingers changed magic seals, and one of the flying heads suddenly accelerated, bypassing the blockade of the peach wood sword, and bit hard onto Young Master Lu Changfeng's left arm.

"Rip!"

A large piece of flesh and blood was forcefully torn off.

Young Master Lu Changfeng groaned in pain, his long sword swung into empty space, and his whole body stumbled heavily against the broken stone pillar.

The highly toxic corpse qi invaded his meridians along the wound, and half of his body immediately lost sensation, his vision beginning to blur.

Endless despair and unwillingness surged from the bottom of his heart.

Just as the Nanyang Sorcerer was manipulating the three flying heads to disembowel Young Master Lu Changfeng,

a lazy voice with a bit of vulgarity came slowly from the high wall at the other end of the Zen courtyard.

"This flying head drop looks fancy, but its bite force is not bad. Young Master Lu Changfeng, do you need external assistance?"

Young Master Lu Changfeng raised his head with difficulty.

Lin Ye was seen sitting boldly and unceremoniously on the collapsed courtyard wall.

With one leg bent and his right hand resting on his knee, he looked down condescendingly at this tragic unilateral massacre, wearing a leisurely smile of watching a good show on his face.

The moment he saw Lin Ye's face, Young Master Lu Changfeng acted as if he had grabbed a straw of life-saving.

The Nanyang Sorcerer stopped attacking, turned his head, and stared fixedly at Lin Ye sitting on the wall head.

The three flying heads changed direction and made threatening low growls at Lin Ye.

Streamers of light jumped in front of the retina, and the system's metallic prompt tone cut in on time.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: Detected that a famous arrogant swordsman has suffered a dimensional strike. A Nanyang Sorcerer committed a transnational crime, attempting to steal the vital essence of local cultivators of Great Xia. Please host decide the posture of entering the game within three minutes, and rub the faces of these external barbarians on the ground!"

The light screen unfolded, presenting three options:

[Option A: Seeing injustice on the road, draw the sword to help — draw the soul-suppressing copper coin sword, shout 'Great Xia's territory is sacred and inviolable', and jump down directly to fight for your life with the old Thai man.]

[Reward: Second-year high school hot-blooded youth medal.

Consequence: Young Master Lu Changfeng is rescued for free. Not only is he ungrateful, but he will also think you like to show off, missing the golden opportunity to extract surplus value in vain.]

[Option B: Taking advantage of a fire for looting, the true colors of a profiteer — sit squarely on the wall head, and open the paid rescue mode. Clearly marked prices, transfer money first then kill monsters, bringing the capitalist's ugly face to the extreme.]

[Reward: Husband points + 400, obtain the advanced version of the spell [Samadhi True Fire Talisman], and Young Master Lu Changfeng completely degenerates into your ATM younger brother.]

[Option C: Close the door and release the wife — yawn, pat Leng Yue's shoulder and say 'Wife, this old man is too ugly, go and dig out his eyes'.]

[Reward: Soft rice eaten hard progress + 10. Consequence: Leng Yue burns down the entire Zen courtyard with karmic fire, all clues turn to ashes, and you are deducted five hundred points as a punishment.]

Lin Ye would never show mercy at such an excellent opportunity to take advantage of a fire for looting!