Chapter 28: The Fierce Li Songzheng

Looking at this somewhat weird scene in front of him, Qin Jiang felt his heart tighten.

The first time he saw these guys on that street, he felt something was wrong, which made him feel an inexplicable oppression.

Today, this feeling of oppression was even more obvious.

After waiting for a while, he found that these people showed no signs of activity, and it seemed they were really dead.

Quietly bypassing the door of the room, he reached out and placed his hand under the nose of the last yellow-robed person.

He frowned slightly; there was no breath. Are they really dead? The night wind blew in, bringing the sandalwood fragrance from outside the door, fluttering the yellow cloth strips hanging on the beams, and the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.

He tried the others, all the same.

Withdrawing his hand, he also discovered at this time that the blood-red patterns on these people's faces were not paint at all, but were drawn with fresh blood.

The source of the blood was probably that old man lying there.

It was just that this scene really made him somewhat unable to understand; is this a sacrifice? He raised his head to look at that stone statue, the huge stone body seemed to be about to press down, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

His gaze fell on the copper statue in front of the stone statue. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and placed his hand gently on it.

After one breath, he withdrew his hand, his eyes showing disappointment.

No potential points; perhaps it had just been absorbed once and hadn't condensed yet.

*Ding-a-ling~* In the silent night, a crisp copper bell sound rang out. Qin Jiang's heart shook, and he hurriedly looked at the Dharma Master in the robe.

But the bell sound wasn't made by the other party; the other party still had their eyes tightly closed.

*Ding-a-ling~* Another bell sound rang out. Qin Jiang raised his head and saw a copper bell hanging on the beam; judging by its appearance, it was exactly the one in the Dharma Master's hand that day.

*Ding-a-ling~* Three bell rings. Qin Jiang suddenly felt a palpitation. He hurriedly stood up and hid behind the stone statue. After thinking about it, he still felt it was dangerous, so he climbed out of the window directly and observed inside from the small hole he had poked open just now.

A moment later, a rustling sound came out, but his line of sight was blocked by the statue, and he could only see part of the area, and this part of the area just happened not to see the group of yellow-robed people.

*Hoo~* The sound of lighting a torch rang out, and the room suddenly became bright, and then he saw two shadows gradually approaching the pillar on the left side of the room.

As the shadows gradually shrank on the pillar, the figures of the two were revealed.

Qin Jiang's pupils shrank. In his line of sight, these were not two people, but two gray-haired rats standing upright and draped in yellow robes!

The sharp corners of their mouths twitched unconsciously, driving a few whiskers to tremble together.

The claw-like hands raised, and the two torches were lit accordingly.

*Squeak! * After a sharp squeak, the two yellow

"Worship~~! The Divine Mother~~ descends~ with grace!"

That familiar, strange tone rang out. The rat demon, having transformed into human form, knelt prostrate on the ground, kowtowing piously toward the front without pause.

Outside the window, Qin Jiang swallowed hard. Demons, they were definitely demons! And all of them were demons that had taken human form! If one were to estimate based on strength, monsters or demons that had achieved human form possessed at least the strength comparable to a true martial artist!

Especially with that rat demon disguised as a mage, whose depth was unknown; it could be said that this group of rat demons could almost run rampant in the Outer City!

Tap, tap, tap! A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the room, and a fat figure walked in quickly—it was none other than Li Songzheng.

"Mage! How is the preparation going?" Li Songzheng asked, his voice sounding somewhat shrill.

"Family Head Li, this humble Daoist has already petitioned the Divine Mother. We only need to sacrifice one hundred more living offerings, and the resurrection medicine can be bestowed."

The mage had also taken human form by now; he stood up and pressed his palms together.

Upon hearing this, Li Songzheng frowned. He knew that the "living offerings" the mage spoke of were not livestock, but people—living, breathing people! "Mage, haven't we already sacrificed fifty people? Why do we need more? If too many die at once, it will be very troublesome for me."

The terms had already been negotiated beforehand. Not only was the price being raised now, but it was actually doubling, which made him somewhat angry.

It wasn't that he cared about these one hundred human lives, but he felt that this damned stinking rat actually dared to cheat him. However, he did not flare up immediately, because he had seen with his own eyes the magical pill the other party possessed that could bring people back from the dead.

To save his wife, he could not afford to offend the other party just yet.

"That was what was said before, but the Divine Mother is not satisfied because the offerings here are too poor.

If they could be replaced with some martial artists, perhaps one hundred people would not be needed. Family Head Li can also choose not to do it, but then there is no need to mention the resurrection medicine again."

The mage wore a detached expression, clumsily imitating the manner of an expert from beyond the world.

Li Songzheng lowered his head, his eyes gloomy. Martial artists? Their appetite was not small! Even if they weren't practitioners of True Martial Arts, just finding one hundred martial artists who had practiced some scattered techniques was absolutely impossible.

If ordinary commoners died, they died; nobody cared anyway. But martial artists were different.

These people were the foundation of every faction in Black Mountain City. If three or five died, it would be nothing, but if it exceeded twenty, it would certainly attract attention.

At this moment, he also realized that this was not the Divine Mother wanting offerings at all; it was just this stinking rat wanting to eat people itself! He adjusted his expression, looked up, and said with a smile, "Martial artists are a bit unrealistic; ordinary people can still be tried."

The mage's eyes opened slightly, and he nodded slowly. "Agreed."

Having said that, he raised his hand in a beckoning gesture. The copper bell on the roof beam emitted a crisp sound and flew into his palm.

Catching the copper bell, his gaze turned startled. He turned his head to look behind the stone statue—the exact position where Qin Jiang was located.

Seeming to notice the mage's gaze, Li Songzheng also reacted, looked toward Qin Jiang's position, and shouted angrily, "Who is there!"

The sound reverberated; in a daze, it was as if an eagle were screeching.

He took a step, and a massive force rose from beneath his feet; the fat on his body was rippled by this surge of power.

Qin Jiang, outside the window, widened his eyes. What is going on?! Have I been discovered?

The bell! It's that copper bell!

He realized instantly that he had let his guard down because nothing had happened after those three bell rings!

There was no time to think, because in his line of sight, Li Songzheng's bulky body was already attacking.

He had no intention of dodging. Now that he was at the second layer of the Iron Arm Fist, how many in the Outer City could be his match?

Crack! Fist energy erupted, directly shattering the window in front of him as he met Li Songzheng head-on.

Boom! An irresistible, massive force struck, shaking the surrounding air into white waves of energy.

In an instant, he felt his entire skeleton wailing! Bang! His body was heavily struck and sent flying, crashing directly into the ground and creating a deep pit.

"Cough! Cough!"

Coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood, he didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before mobilizing all his Qi and blood, because Li Songzheng had already reached him.

Awooo—! A sound like the screech of a divine eagle rang out. In a daze, Qin Jiang seemed to see a majestic eagle diving down from high altitude, intent on hunting him down!

In that split second, his eyes slowly widened, carrying a trace of disbelief. How could he be this strong?!!

In his haste, he raised his arms to block in front of him. The next instant, the attack arrived.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking rang out. His arms were smashed heavily against his chest, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string!

Mid-air, he forced his eyes down to look at Li Songzheng.

"Potential! Add points!"

(End of this chapter)