Chapter 85: Intercepting the Envoy, the Ferryman!

The ferryman who came to meet them had his pupils shrink to the size of needle eyes. He only caught a glimpse of a sword light in the corner of his eye, and his heart was shrouded in immense fear.

That sword light was like a stretch of autumn water, absolutely unavoidable.

The sword blade touched his skin.

Wrist flip! Horizontal wipe!

A narrow gap was torn in the ferryman's throat, and a splash of blood surged up, splashing into blood flowers in mid-air.

Passersby on the street screamed and ran away, and in the blink of an eye, only Xu Zishuai and the others remained around.

The ferryman's eyes widened. He covered his throat, staring at Xu Zishuai's face in disbelief, stumbling backward. His feet tripped on the edge of the boat, and he was about to fall into the water, but his back suddenly had support.

The ferryman looked up and found that a long spear was pressing against his back.

The river tide slapped against the reef, and the sound of flowing water was incessant.

A young man with a tall posture stood on the shore, his upper body shrouded in shadow, his expression unreadable.

Liang Qu shook his forearm, and the long spear patted the ferryman back.

The ferryman fell back into the boat, blood still spraying from his throat, making a wheezing sound. He reached out, his fingers trembling, as if he wanted to curse something.

Xu Zishuai sneered: "You're pretending quite well. Peel off that human skin of yours."

The ferryman seemed not to hear, stared a few times, and then completely lost his breath, about to fall down, but the sharpness of the long spear had already reached his back.

With a light poke, he knew the spear tip had pierced in, and blood mixed with cold sweat soaked his back in a swoosh.

The river wind was bone-chillingly cold, wanting to shatter even the bone dregs.

Liang Qu said coldly: "We've long known about the Skin-Painting Method. I advise you to be honest."

Everything that could be said in the letter Zhao Hongyuan gave was clearly stated.

The so-called ferryman was actually a dwarf, but he had put on refined human skin. Once urged, it would squirm on its own, grow together, and resemble an ordinary person; this was the Skin-Painting Method.

This had the same effect as the shadow beast skin used when Cao Shixiong Lu refined Fubo for him.

Cao Shixiong Xu's sword strike looked fatal, but it was actually irrelevant.

Unfortunately, no matter how many tricks there were, it was still useless; he couldn't get rid of the fact that he was a boatman. Who with strength would be willing to be a boatman?

Having his trick exposed, the ferryman still didn't move.

Xu Zishuai didn't indulge him either. He flicked his long sword and cut off the outer layer of fake skin, exposing the dwarf person about one meter tall inside.

Only then did the dwarf give up the disguise and shout: "I won't say anything! I have a blood curse on me! If I say it, I will die suddenly. You can give up this idea!"

"We don't want to listen even if you want to say it." Liang Qu hugged the long spear, quite speechless.

There were a bunch of old people in the Ghost Mother Sect; it was fine to throw the hot potato to the imperial court.

As for the blood curse, it was a way to inject blood-Qi into others to form a spider-web shape, absorbing the blood-Qi of the person being bound, which would not disappear for a long time, controlling the life and death of others. It could be triggered passively or actively.

They indeed couldn't solve this method, but could the imperial court not have it?

He didn't know if Zhao Hongyuan had it on him. If not, that was truly heaven-defying.

Having obtained the ferryman, Xu Zishuai put away his long sword: "Let's go, let's go to the Zhao Prefecture and see Cao Shixiong Lu."

"Good."

Liang Qu pulled out a hemp rope, tied the dwarf up like a hairy crab, and after finishing, carried him in his hand, following Xu Zishuai straight to the Zhao Prefecture.

The whole street was empty; what they had just done was enough to scare away the townspeople.

In the Zhao Prefecture, smoke and dust filled the air, and all the servants had run away.

When Lu Gang crossed the half-broken shadow wall and came to the center of the courtyard, the main house that had collapsed halfway finally couldn't bear it and completely collapsed.

The roof of the main house was covered with tiles, and for comfort, Zhao Hongyuan had also paved it with ash. The entire roof was extremely heavy. Once the ridge beam broke, the complete collapse of the main house was only a matter of time.

Smoke and dust rose vigorously.

Lu Gang didn't rush over.

According to Zhao Hongyuan, the envoy's strength was at the Mid-Level Wolf Smoke Realm, one minor realm higher than him, which was why he dared to come alone to preside over the blood sacrifice.

Although he had taken the initiative and severely injured the other party, he still had to be careful.

Lu Gang looked around and saw the pillar in front of the side wing room. He stepped forward, slashed with his hand, and the entire large pillar broke smoothly. He wrapped his arms around it and pulled the pillar down.

He lowered his body and lifted his Qi, the muscles on his body bulging, and his strength flowed like water waves, transmitting to the large pillar, and he threw it fiercely toward the ruins of the main house.

A white mist rippled in the air and dissipated rapidly.

The giant wood rushed out from the darkness, tearing through the airflow, and its copper-skinned head was heavily inserted into the ruins.

The large pillar was controlled by Qi, and at this moment, it was several times harder than refined steel!

The shattered tiles instantly turned into powder, and the giant wood attacked straight toward the deepest part, unstoppable!

Huang Zejun, who was hiding inside, finally couldn't hold back, jumped up, and avoided the giant wood that went straight into the ground.

He kicked up with one leg, split the large pillar, rotated his body in mid-air, and kicked back half of the giant wood.

Huang Zejun couldn't care about checking the results of the battle, turned around, rushed out of the ruins, and shot toward the outside of the house.

Hu Qi, who was on another roof, had been waiting for a long time. He pulled his bow into a full moon and shot an arrow!

The rolling airflow broke open, and it arrived in front of Huang Zejun in a flash.

The arrow of a mere Fourth Gate martial artist could judge strength just by momentum. Huang Zejun didn't take it to heart at all, but his body still subconsciously avoided it, and that was enough!

Lu Gang stepped out, the ground instantly collapsed into a large pit, the giant wood fell into the pit, and shattered into countless diamond-shaped wood fragments.

The rolling sound wave rushed toward his face, and the vigorous blood-Qi permeated out, misty and a zhang high. Huang Zejun's eyes were about to split, and he turned around and tried his best to block.

Boom!

A cold night thunder, the huge roar spread to a hundred meters around.

Huang Zejun was knocked down in mid-air, rolled on the ground, plowed a deep pit dozens of meters long, hit and collapsed a side room, and barely stood firm, but Lu Gang attacked again!

"Lu Gang! Do you think I'm afraid of you! Take a punch from me!"

Huang Zejun was furious, ignoring the pain on his body, his blood-Qi urged, his body was like fire, and his whole body was red. He suddenly exerted force under his feet, the bricks and stones shattered into slag, and the steel wind blew.

Stepping, twisting his body, five fingers clenched, and a punch was delivered.

The steel wind cut his face, the airflow exploded, and it was like two siege giant woods colliding together.

Bang!

The force was like a wild dragon dancing, and the earth was like an abyss dragon turning over.

A radius of dozens of meters sank several feet in unison, the bricks and stones inside all exploded, and a regular yellow mud circle exploded around the two.

Huang Zejun looked at the steady-breathing Lu Gang, surprised in his heart, and drummed up his force, trying to use the force of the horns to knock him away, but the surging blood-Qi force burst out from his arm, only like a mud dragon entering the sea, silent.

He was shocked. What kind of force is this? Like a millstone?

Lu Gang was also surprised. Huang Zejun had been sneak-attacked and seriously injured beforehand, and his entire chest bone was probably broken quite a bit, yet he could still not fall behind!

Worthy of being the Ghost Mother Sect Envoy; he wasn't smart, but his strength was not weak at all.

The surging air waves exploded constantly, like rolling winter thunder.

The two fought with fists and feet, the monstrous murderous aura broke through the clouds, extremely violent.

On the eaves, Hu Qi stared at the battlefield without blinking, his hand on the bowstring, ready to support at any time.

With his ability, he couldn't cause damage, but he could interfere when Huang Zejun tried to escape.

If he could interfere, then his existence had value.

Just as Lu Gang and Huang Zejun were fighting fiercely, and Hu Qi was concentrating, a hand quietly touched his shoulder.

Hu Qi was startled, turned around, and found it was Xu Zishuai. Looking at Liang Qu, who was carrying a dwarf next to him, he said happily: "Cao Shixiong Xu, did you catch the ferryman?"

"Hmm." Xu Zishuai nodded and took the long bow: "Leave the rest to me!" ===== CHAPTER 86 =====