ebookslot Chapter 28 I'm here to kill you, do me a favor.
Chapter 28 I'm here to kill you, do me a favor.
The water murmured, carrying the coolness of the underground.
Zhou Xing emerged from the narrow path and stepped onto a slippery gravel beach.
Before us was an underground river, not wide, with deep and murky water, its depth impossible to discern.
The stone wall was covered with damp moss, and occasionally a drop of water would fall, making a soft "plop" sound.
He stood on the bank, his gaze sweeping across the water.
There was no sign of the river demon, only the water ripples spreading slowly.
Zhou Xing took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and roared at the top of his lungs towards the river:
"Liang Mancang!"
The sound echoed and buzzed in the secluded riverbed.
"Liang Mancang!!"
"Liang Mancang!!!"
After shouting three times, he took out the dark armlet, squatted down, immersed the armlet in the cold river water, and shook it vigorously.
At first, nothing happened.
A few breaths later, a muffled "gurgling" sound suddenly came from beneath the surface of the water, as if a giant creature was turning over in the depths.
Zhou Xing's eyes narrowed, he put away the armband and quickly took two steps back.
The next moment, there was a loud crash!
A tentacle, as thick as a human leg and covered in slippery seaweed, burst through the water like a giant python emerging from its cave, carrying a foul stench and slamming into the spot where Zhou Xing had just been standing!
Gravel flew everywhere!
Zhou Xing had already dodged to the side, his tentacles striking empty air, leaving a shallow pit on the shore, from which black water overflowed.
Immediately afterwards, that familiar, enormous body, bloated and pale, emerged suddenly from the center of the river with an even more violent splashing sound!
Several dark holes pointed at Zhou Xing, emitting sharp roars.
"I've come to kill you, Liang Mancang."
Zhou Xing shouted at it, but his feet quickly retreated.
As if in response to that call...
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
The water surface exploded one after another!
Four more dark figures emerged from the water, slightly smaller than Liang Mancang, also wrapped in seaweed, their tentacles flailing wildly.
The four river demons almost completely filled the already narrow river channel.
Adding the original, largest "Liang Mancang," five pairs of black holes "looked" over.
"……Hold."
Zhou Xing's smile froze, leaving only a low curse.
We've stirred up the river demon's den!
He turned and ran, sprinting back the way he came!
Almost simultaneously with his start, the five river demons let out a piercing shriek, their tentacles frantically slapping the water's surface, splashing up a cloud of foul-smelling black water.
Its enormous body moved and pounced toward the shore with a speed disproportionate to its size!
Several tentacles, like javelins, shot out towards the entrance of the passage!
Just as Zhou Xing rushed into the dark passage, a loud "boom" came from behind him. Tentacles slammed heavily against the rock wall at the cave entrance, causing the passage to tremble and the earth to fall.
Without looking back, he sprinted through the dimly lit passage.
Behind them, the sickening friction sounds, the dragging of slime, and the wet slapping sounds, mixed with the frantic howls of the river demons, were relentlessly pursuing them, getting closer and closer!
Even worse, from around the corner of the passage ahead came a series of footsteps and shouts.
The pursuers from the Green Light District have arrived!
Ahead lay the River Demon, behind were pursuing soldiers.
Zhou Xing felt a chill run down his spine, but his feet moved even faster. Just as he was about to come face to face with the pursuers ahead,
He leaped up suddenly, pushed off the side wall of the passage with both feet, and darted sideways.
He narrowly avoided two Miao swords that came slashing at him, and several streaks of phosphorescent fire also grazed past him.
"He's here!"
"Wait! What is that?!"
"Behind! There's something behind..."
The pursuers' words came to an abrupt end.
Behind the narrow passage, several slippery tentacles suddenly burst into the passage, sweeping towards all living things indiscriminately!
"what!"
"They're river demons! So many of them!"
"Get out of the way! Don't fight it head-on!"
In an instant, chaos erupted inside the narrow passage.
The ghost market pursuers roared in alarm and anger, muskets roared, and blades slammed into tentacles.
And the sounds of tentacles tearing through the air, sucking sounds, and the short, agonizing screams of those being drained dry...
Various sounds mingled together, repeatedly surging and deafening in the narrow space.
Zhou Xing moved like a mudfish, weaving through the chaotic gaps.
Every hair on their body stood on end, sensing the dangerous air currents and sounds.
Sometimes he rolled close to the ground, sometimes he leaped up and stomped on the wall, narrowly avoiding several fatal sweeps.
Occasionally, stray bullets or flying stones would graz my body, leaving a burning pain.
He didn't have time to look back; he knew from his instincts that the river demons and the pursuers were locked in a fierce battle, and the narrow path had become a meat grinder.
And more tentacles are relentlessly pursuing him, traversing the chaos.
He didn't stop, and continued charging forward.
After passing the fork in the road, ahead lies that eerie theater in the red-light district.
The place was a mess, with bloodstains still wet, corpses lying everywhere, and no one was there anymore.
The "actor" on stage, wearing an old costume, lay stiffly on the edge of the stage, his face paint shriveled up.
Zhou Xing glanced at it and ran towards the exit.
Stepping out of the theater, you'll find yourself in the alleyway of the red-light district, adorned with white paper lanterns.
Behind them, the howls of the large and small river demons grew closer, mixed with the booming sounds of smashing wooden doors and knocking down brick walls.
He had barely appeared when a loud "boom" came from behind him.
Bricks and stones flew everywhere as two river demon tentacles forcefully collapsed the wall, wildly reaching out and coiling towards him!
"Little River Demon, come quick! Let's turn this ghost market upside down together!"
Zhou Xing muttered something to himself and continued running.
In the dimly lit storefronts along the way, figures peeked out in alarm, then quickly retreated.
I had only run a dozen steps when I saw an old man squatting in the middle of the road. He was the same old man I had seen before, dressed in a funeral shroud, burning paper money.
Hearing the noise, the old man slowly raised his head.
In the dim light of the lanterns, his face was wrinkled like dried orange peel, and his eyes were cloudy.
"In such a panic, you bumped into the ancestral lamp and startled the ancestors. Little thing, you don't know the rules..."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up, made a hand gesture with his withered hand, as if he was about to make a move.
Zhou Xing ignored his nonsense and sprinted forward, kicking the blazing brazier right in the middle of the fire!
"Clang!"
The fire pit spun around, and the burning paper money and incense ash inside, sparks flying, were splashed all over the old man's face!
"Oh!"
Caught off guard, the old man cried out in surprise as he was burned. Several parts of the sleeve of his burial shroud were instantly scalded, and he frantically tried to pat himself off.
"I've disliked you for a long time."
Zhou Xing cursed, "At your age, you're always playing with fire. Pretending to be a ghost, I'll send you on your way."
The old man looked up and glared at Zhou Xing, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.
However, before he could react, the suffocating, foul wind was already approaching from behind the alley.
Several thick, shadowy tentacles enveloped him completely.
The old man was terrified. He rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the tentacles, and scrambled forward, cursing all the while.
Zhou Xing ignored him and glanced at the doors on both sides of the alley, which had wooden signs that read "Red Tent".
It is here.
He rushed to the nearest room and kicked it open with a "bang"!
The room was dimly lit, and a gaunt old man was hunched over a table, chanting incantations over a black jar, from which black smoke could be faintly seen rising.
Upon seeing Zhou Xing burst through the door, the gaunt old man was first startled, then flew into a rage:
"Who told you to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Xing had already closed in, a short knife pressed against his chest, and asked coldly:
Where is Tao Zhugong?
Panic flashed in the old man's eyes, but he forced himself to remain calm:
"W-what Tao Zhugong? I…"
With a flick of the blade, Zhou Xing pierced half an inch into the ground.
The old man cried out in pain, then quickly changed his tune:
"I didn't see it! I really didn't see it!"
Zhou Xing nodded.
The old man thought he believed him and had just breathed a sigh of relief when the blade pierced his heart.
The old man fell down with his eyes wide open.
Zhou Xing glanced at the incense table, then casually stuffed a small bag of silver dollars and two black jade buttons into his pocket.
The second tentacle smashed through the door frame and reached into the room.
Zhou Xing had already smashed open another door on the opposite side.
The owner of the house was an old woman who wore makeup and was cutting paper figures in front of an oil lamp.
Upon seeing Zhou Xing enter, she let out a shrill laugh and flung out a handful of phosphorus powder.
Zhou Xing held his breath and rushed forward, then thrust the short knife straight in.
The old woman hurriedly dodged, but Zhou Xing grabbed her hair bun with his left hand, pulled her back, and stabbed the knife tip into her heart from behind.
Where is Tao Zhugong?
"I...I don't know..."
The old woman was having convulsions.
Zhou Xing stepped forward, then drew his sword, picked up a brocade pouch embroidered with talismans from her waist, squeezed it, found something hard inside, and stuffed it directly into his bosom.
"Boom!"
The tentacles smashed down the roof, and Zhou Xing stumbled out of the door in a disheveled state. Behind him, the tentacles swept the old woman away along with the table.
The third room, the fourth room, the fifth room...
Zhou Xing commits murder, while the River Demon clears the area; their "cooperation" is impeccable.