Chapter 257

257 "Your spirit-summoning, my spirit-summoning, they seem different~"

When it attacked, Tushan Jiu had already roughly figured it out; the opponent was clearly just out to kill and seize treasure.

Not fighting and still saving it for the New Year?

"Its true form is a zombie, Xiang Yichu, you go to the rear and shake the bell to assist, try to suppress its reaction speed; Mumu will act as tank, others circle behind and attack its neck as much as possible—that's its weak point!"

Wang Dongqing spat out a mouthful of bloody water, "Get him!"

Mumu doesn't talk much when fighting, but as soon as Tushan Jiu finished speaking, it shot out like a small cannonball.

Maomao threw five ghost-binding talismans with one hand at the opponent.

Tushan Jiu kept it simple, flashing behind the opponent and slashing with her blade.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yichu watched for their attacks, appropriately shaking the corpse-raising bell in his hand to try to control the jiangshi's movements.

Even if they were outmatched, as long as they could make the opponent sluggish for a second, Tushan Jiu and the others could succeed.

This move is called "Dizziness".

The four worked together in sync; at first the jiangshi handled things with ease, but gradually it became irritated from their disturbances, and its attacks on them grew fiercer.

After all, the drought demon is a drought demon, and it's also an old fellow with nearly two thousand years of cultivation.

Even if the four of them were geniuses, they still couldn't get rid of it in a short time.

Just as Tushan Jiu's ghost-head blade struck its shoulder again, it flew into a rage.

The drought demon let out a roar to the heavens, its black robe burst open, and a black-green whirlwind shot out from within its body.

Several people were flung away by this force.

Fortunately, they all had martial arts skills; aside from Mumu, who was caught by Xiang Yichu, the others retreated several steps and steadied themselves.

But when they looked up again, over ten zombies had appeared beside the drought demon, and the opponent had also added a barrier, which was causing those zombies to 'awaken'.

Wang Dongqing rolled his eyes, "Damn, can this thing still summon people? What do we do now? Let's also summon people, call Sister Xiu'er and the others to come in?"

Tushan Jiu: "They should have already arrived."

Xiang Yichu was relatively familiar with these zombies, and he sensed something was off.

"I'm afraid even the office has shown up, this won't be easy to handle, and the zombies around the drought demon are all thousand-year zombies."

Mumu: "I'll go! They're from the same era as me! Should I go over and strike up a conversation, just in case I know them?"

Wang Dongqing instinctively retorted, "You didn't even develop spiritual awareness down there, you don't even recognize the sun, where would you get to know them?"

Mumu opened his mouth, paused for two seconds, then said: "That kinda makes sense, but what if they're fellow townspeople? Humans say that when old-town fellows meet, their eyes fill with tears."

Xiang Yichu interrupted them: "Enough, no more joking now, Mumu, you're fast—go block Sister Xiu'er and the others, and have them set up a killing formation."

Although Mumu didn't know what a killing formation was, seeing Xiang Yichu's solemn expression, it jumped down from his arms, saying, "All right, I've got it, I'm going!"

Just then, Tushan Jiu said, "No need, Mumu, come back."

Everyone looked at her in confusion.

Tushan Jiu put away her ghost-head blade, the corner of her mouth twitching, "Compared to my summoning, it's basically kicked an iron plate."

Its summoning requires a boot-up time, but she doesn't.

Having said that, she formed hand seals, and her voice became ethereal:

Mysterious Gate's forebears, masters of the Nine Hells. Talismans open the Yin path, swiftly reach the Yang court. The 283rd-generation blade debtor of Mysterious Gate, Tushan Jiu, respectfully invites the Tushan Family, ancestors, and clan!

With a boom, a ghost gate shot up from behind them.

At that moment, Lin Xiu'er and the others, who couldn't reach their destination no matter how they walked, heard a hum in the surrounding air, and the scene before them suddenly changed.

They looked toward a spot ten-odd meters away, and the destination they had just been unable to find was right there.

But as they saw it clearly, they were dumbfounded.

An endless horde of ghosts, and at its forefront was a man clad in armor wielding a long spear.

Lin Xiu'er gulped hard, then silently pressed her earpiece: "Liu Li, no need to set up the killing formation—Tushan Jiu has summoned people, so the danger isn't ours anymore."

Liu Li: "Xiu, Xiu'er Sis, I, I sensed it."

Such terrifying ghostly power is practically scarier than if the Emperor of Fengdu himself had shown up.

And at this moment, the center of the battlefield.

That drought demon, which was in the process of powering up its underlings, was instantly dumbfounded.

It possesses its own consciousness; otherwise it couldn't have lured Tushan Jiu and the others out, and it also set up ghostly spells outside to prevent Lin Xiu'er and the others from timely reinforcing Tushan Jiu.

But it never imagined that Tushan Jiu could actually summon so many people.

Ordinarily, a mystic practitioner only knows one or two of those below, right?

Given its current strength, even if a few underworld messengers showed up, it could easily take them down; if it were a yin marshal, it could easily rely on these refined zombies to pull off a successful golden cicada shell escape.

But looking around now, forget about escaping—it saw that the small hill behind it was packed with ghosts.

With so many of them, even each ghost spitting a mouthful of yin energy could drown it.

It couldn't help but wonder what it had done to end up like this.

After thinking it over, its gaze fell on those dozen or so underlings beside it.

It seemed as if it had summoned them, and then she had also summoned them.

The drought demon silently retracted the claw it had been using to power up, then stood at attention.

No way around it—it has thoughts, so it can naturally see the situation clearly.

It was surrounded.

Futile resistance would only be stomped into meat paste—oh wait, but bone fragments.

Because it had no flesh left on its body.

Tushan Jiu took out several bottles of water from her bracelet and gave one to each of the three.

Wang Dongqing took it, opened it, took a big gulp, rinsed his mouth, and his mouth was full of blood.

But after he gargled and gargled, he finished rinsing his mouth and discovered there was nowhere to spit.

What should we do?

Can't swallow it either!

In the end, he could only puff out his cheeks and hold it in.

Otherwise, wherever he spat, there were people standing there, which is really impolite.

Xiang Yichu looked around, seeing this sea of people, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

Maomao caught sight out of the corner of her eye, patted his shoulder, he smiled at her slightly, then bent over and pulled Mumu out from beside several people's feet, scooped him onto his shoulder, and looked ahead with a determined gaze.

He has Tushan Jiu as a friend, and behind Tushan Jiu are her family; so, roughly speaking, he also has people backing him up.

Isn't this the best proof right now?

Tushan Jiu didn't even glance over there, took a sip of water, and let out a breath.

The Tushan family, without saying a word, just stood there waiting for Tushan Jiu.

She calmly finished her water, then picked up the ghost-head knife again and leisurely walked up to the drought demon.

She raised her hand, the knife fell, and a thousand-year-old jiangshi's head hit the ground.

She raised her hand again, the knife fell again, and another thousand-year-old jiangshi's head hit the ground.

Until the last jiangshi's head hit the ground, that just-arrogant drought demon didn't even dare to fart.

With a 'plop', the drought demon knelt.

Holding the yin soul banner with both hands, he kept his head low, not daring to lift it at all.

But Tushan Jiu wouldn't take that lying down.

She picked up that yin soul banner.

The drought demon felt a flicker of joy in his heart.

But the next second, a sudden sharp pain shot through its neck.

Tushan Jiu lowered her eyes to look at the skull on the ground, her expression calm as she put away the ghost-head knife and said:

Your way of shaking people, my way of shaking people, they're not the same~