Chapter 110

"Ah!"

With a miserable scream, two streams of thick fresh blood sprayed from the nostrils of the head-lowering master Liu Xing; not only did his nose gush blood, but his eyes also uncontrollably wept tears of blood.

Never mind his eyes — even his ears could not escape.

So he let out a miserable cry and collapsed.

Fuqing Bang's Tangzhu Wang Heng raised an eyebrow; he and the elite guards standing beside him watching over the drone and Machine Dog operators were all somewhat startled.

This Nanyang head-lowering master before them was no small fry; one must know that when they first made contact things were not peaceful — between gangs and head-lowering masters, how could there be no probing when they cooperated?

And this head-lowering master required a good number of lives to perform a ritual; the contest naturally could not be calm, and he had proven his power with human lives.

Yet now such a powerful person actually fell before them, as if without any resistance, simply dropping down.

And right in front of the other side's Eight-Faced Buddha statue, which couldn't even protect him.

This thing was the deity this Nanyang head-lowering master worshipped, possessing divine power and capable of manifesting miracles.

Yet even with such a statue right there, it was powerless.

One can see just how fierce the opposite side truly is!

"Pull the equipment back! Notify the nearby brothers to withdraw too!"

He hurriedly gave the order; the situation was hopeless, better to withdraw first and talk later, otherwise they'd meet their end here.

"Yes!"

Whether at the computers or the drone pilots wearing AR glasses for combat, whatever could be recalled had already begun returning.

Those several large drones began descending onto the rooftop and the front of the building; the operators here controlled the Machine Dogs back onto the rooftop and the open ground in front of the building.

They automatically hooked the Machine Dogs' hooks onto the large drone racks, then swiftly withdrew.

On Chen Yaozu's side, the small Los Angeles Zhi Zhong Gongyin, at the moment it smashed down fiercely, resembled a mountain.

When a mountain collapses, no matter how many people are underneath, they will be crushed to powder.

By the same token, the several little ghosts pouncing at him were turned into a pool of mush by his ferocious, sudden stamp of the great seal.

Like cakes, they were flattened onto the Ground by the momentum of this great seal, then as if roasted by electricity, emitting a scorched smell they turned into a lump of mud, then slowly dissipated.

The other two or three that were being held, though lacking sentience, in this moment of great terror between life and death burst forth with all their strength, instantly breaking free from the embraces of Zhou Jiping and the others who could have burned them to ash.

Just at this moment, the head-lowering master on that side had already fallen bleeding from his seven orifices; with no one controlling them, these little ghosts could only instinctively leap into the night sky, retreating toward the head-lowering master's direction.

"Follow them!"

Chen Yaozu watched the fleeing little ghosts and hurriedly shouted out the window: "Since they've retreated, dispel the Ghost Wall, follow them, devour those little ghosts!"

Several hundred meters outside the building, the Ghost Wall blocking several dozen gang elites quietly dissipated after those elites withdrew, turning into a gust of clear breeze that followed after.

Li Jianguo excitedly picked up his gun: "Next, should we give chase?

Encircle three sides, leave one open, tail and pursue to kill!"

Zhou Jiping and Wenzhou Yu and the others also began putting on Clothes, picking up guns, awaiting Chen Yaozu's command.

"Sir, the Dharma Protector Disciples and our men are all ready!"

Wenzhou Yu glanced at his phone and said: "If the advantage is ours, we must seize the chance to beat the drowning dog hard.

If we have no advantage, we must make them create an advantage for us!"

There was one more sentence he did not speak aloud: moreover, whether we have the advantage or not can be seen at a glance right now.

Since things have come to this, Chen Yaozu had nothing more to say: "Then chase them down, kill them!

Matters of the Mysterious World I'll handle; real-world enemies are up to you!"

"Yes, Sir!"

Zhou Jiping and Wenzhou Yu led several captains running out quickly; only Li Jianguo remained by his side — his several hundred black workers had already mostly dispersed.

Even if not dispersed, few had guns, and even fewer knew how to use them.

So he himself had hardly any subordinates.

He could only follow beside Chen Yaozu and count as a bodyguard!

Chen Yaozu got into the driver's seat of the small car downstairs; listening to the gunfire gradually fading, he then followed the sensing in his heart and started the car driving in that direction. The head-lowering master Liu Xing was soon dead; Nanyang head-lowering technique is a sorcery that can only succeed, never fail.

Or one could call it witchcraft.

To successfully cast it, one must have offerings that satisfy the Bamian Guifo; if not, good luck means it stalls and fails, bad luck means it backlashes on oneself.

Unless you make up enough additional offerings.

Now Liu Xing bleeding from seven orifices — where would he find offerings to make up?

Thus, a strand of Black Qi seeped from the Bamian Guifo Shenxiang, enveloping his body, beginning to absorb his lifespan and blood.

"No no no, Venerable Deity, give me time, I will surely offer you enough sacrifices!

Double the Virgin Boys and Virgin Girls again! Please give me another chance!"

Liu Xing withered at a speed visible to the naked eye; red mist sprayed from his mouth and nose and flew toward the Bamian Guifo Shenxiang — that was blood-qi turning to mist, also essence-qi turning to mist; if this absorption continued, he would die.

Frightened, he hurriedly begged for mercy.

The Bamian Guifo seemed satisfied with this condition; the action of absorbing his blood and essence-qi stopped.

Liu Xing let out a breath of Relief, but before he could finish that Relief, he turned and discovered it was the two little ghosts that had flown back — yet these ghosts returning brought him no joy; instead he watched in horror as they viciously opened maws full of fangs and pounced at him.

"Buddha Lord, Venerable Deity, save me!

Virgin Boys and Virgin Girls doubled again!"

Liu Xing's soul scattered in terror; he hurriedly threw himself before the Bamian Guifo Shenxiang crying loudly for help.

Perhaps the Condition was Suitable; a crimson light flashed on the Bamian Guifo Shenxiang, a Gloomy aura instantly covered the whole Place, making everyone present feel a chill at the nape while also freezing those two little ghosts in place.

Immediately after, for some unknown reason the two remaining little ghosts received some message from the Bamian Guifo; they turned and pounced toward the New York Fuqing Bang Zongtang elites preparing to urgently withdraw not far away.

"Ah..."

A miserable cry just rang out, then abruptly cut off!

Someone died, and not just one! They died horribly, and inexplicably!

Several elites in a row stared with bulging eyes, stood frozen screaming, then crashed to the ground with a boom.

They couldn't see the little ghosts, but they knew for certain it was the doing of this Nanyang head-lowering master beside them.

The panicked voices of the New York Fuzhou Gang elites quickly ran far away; after all, there were only two ghosts, they couldn't eat that many souls at once, and in the end quite a few people still managed to run away.

Those two little ghosts pounced on the corpses tearing at the souls on them, instinctively eating with great relish, when suddenly they were swept up by several strands of dense mist and were gone!

The Mirror Ghost's forces have arrived!

In fact they had arrived long ago, only they hadn't drawn close; they were equivalent to cavalry, and along the way they outflanked and circled around and killed two more little ghosts.

Immediately after, they tailed from afar pursuing to kill, leaving only two little ghosts to return here.

Since they'd found the source, how could they still leave these little ghosts alive?

Naturally they tore them to pieces and devoured them!

"Merit? What a scarce thing!"

The head-lowering master Liu Xing, kneeling before the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha with lingering terror, in the abrupt calm he seemed to hear a murmur as if from the depths of a soul.

In this murmuring voice, without needing to distinguish carefully one could perceive it was filled with greed and desire.

Gunfire gradually drew near; the New York Fuzhou Gang elites whose command had collapsed were already retreating in this direction, some having already run very far.

Liu Xing didn't dare run; he saw several dozen ghosts, and he hid trembling behind the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha's statue, not even daring to breathe.

A car drove over, speed not fast, but in this night Liu Xing felt as if what approached was not a sedan but a primeval giant beast.

The car stopped, and the people in the car got out.

This person looked a bit familiar to him, absolutely his lifelong nemesis; the start of his own bad luck was knowing Tage had such a nephew: Chen Yaozu! Another person got out of the car, a middle-aged man holding a mirror.

Chen Yaozu walked forward, looking with surprise at the thousand-handed, eight-faced, fang-baring ferocious statue on the altar table, a flash of divine light passing through his eyes.

"Hiss... an evil god statue carrying bloody incense aura; when Fashan Pomi sweeps away demons and evils to clarify the universe, it can still, after slaying them, devour that accumulated incense divine power? There would be aftereffects?"

(Chapter End)