Chapter 560: 513 Ghost Disaster

Before long, the airship coming to pick up Tu Fei to return to Wangliang Mountain arrived, slowly descending before the group.

Tang Zhao had intended to carefully appreciate the airship of Wangliang Mountain. But the technology of Wangliang Mountain disappointed him.

The so-called airship really was a flying "ship".

The great ship descending from the sky was no different from the ships in the Human World. It was not even in the shape of a complex sailing ship, but rather like an enlarged covered boat. What was unique was that the ship had a tail in the back and fish fins on both sides; if a fish-head shape were carved onto the bow, it would look exactly like a fish split in half at the top.

The appearance of this ship was very much like the enormous fish-shaped shadow that Tang Zhao had once seen flash by at Yinglang Bridge.

Perhaps it was related to the fish-shaped Abyss Envoy?

Tu Fei and his group all boarded the ship, and the dozens of people on board were quite spacious. The fish tail behind the ship swayed gently, and the hull rose into the air, swimming just like a swimming fish. Only it was not swimming in water, but in the air. The boundless shadow of Wangliang Mountain was its ocean.

Watching the airship swim higher and higher, Tang Zhao looked up from the ground in a daze, as if looking up at a swimming fish in the seawater from the bottom of the sea.

He had not seen any obvious Rune Formula on the airship just now, but from the perspective of a Talisman Sword Master, he felt the structure of this ship was very impressive. Because it did not rely on Floating, but was swimming using the shadow of Wangliang Mountain as a medium.

This could be considered novel and had great significance for reference; he could get one to study when the time came.

Xing Qing watched Tu Fei leave, curled his lips, and put on a fake smile for Tang Zhao and the others again: "Alright, everyone, please. I will send you to the altar, otherwise, it won't be safe along the way. If we run into some disaster or calamity, the rules we worked so hard to negotiate will come to nothing."

In the end, Tang Zhao and the others were indeed sent away by a Wangliang Power-warrior, but it was not as decent as an airship.

The Wangliang Power-warrior dragged a large wooden board, as if a sandboard sliding between sand dunes, and Tang Zhao and the others were sitting on the sandboard. It was as if they were riding a dog sled.

Being supported by such a huge sandboard, how should one put it?

It was not very decent.

Logically speaking, the Wangliang Power-warrior could be regarded as a human-shaped beast of burden pulling a cart, the sandboard as a large cart, and Tang Zhao and the others as the passengers. Although the cart was not luxurious, it had the advantage that the beast of burden pulling the cart was very spectacular, nearly a hundred zhang tall, looking like a god or demon from afar; this trip of a god or demon pulling a cart should have been quite glorious.

However, it was not.

Because the Power-warrior was not carrying, holding, or shouldering this board, but was dragging it with a rope, pulling it along in front. Added to the fact that this Power-warrior was human-shaped, from afar, it did not look like a large beast pulling a cart, but like a person dragging a bag of trash and about to go out to throw it away.

Or rather, a dustpan of trash. The sandboard was shaped like a dustpan, and the trash... was of course loaded inside.

The group sat on the board, and not knowing if they had thought of this point, they were all a bit silent.

Xing Cang sat silently in the front, looking at the back of the Power-warrior with his head half-tilted, without saying a word.

Since he, the one most capable of intimidation, did not speak, the others would not crowd up to him, but instead gathered at the other end by coincidence. Xing Jiu then edged up to Xing Wu and complained: "This Sunset Manor must have done it on purpose. I don't believe the Sunset Master is dragged around like this when he goes out normally. Maybe he is carried on top of their heads."

Xing Wu was more honest and said: "There's no helping it. They aren't willing to carry us. It's quite good to be able to hitch a ride. Not to mention the speed, it's also safe. After all, this is the Second Tier, and we are Sword Guests who came up from the Third Tier, and without a Master leading us, it would be really troublesome if we ran into some nitpicking Manor Master."

Xing Jiu knew that what he said was the truth; that Sunset Manor was willing to lend this Power-warrior showed that they had raised the banner of the manor to protect their safety, which was already considered decent. Otherwise, not to mention other Manor Masters who could come to manage them if they found the group unpleasant, there were also many monsters drifting out from Yingyuan on the Second-tier Wangliang Mountain; if they came out to harass them, it would be fine for the Sword Guests, but those sword slaves would have to die a few.

And besides monsters, there were more immeasurable disasters and calamities on Wangliang Mountain.

The "disaster or calamity" in Xing Qing's words was not alarmist talk.

He had no choice but to sigh and look up at the sky.

In the sky that looked like a haze, there was the shadow of a ship flying.

That was the airship of Changyi Manor.

"I wonder when I will be able to ride that airship."

Xing Wu said listlessly: "You always think so much. This airship not only requires a Second-tier Manor or above to purchase, but it is also outrageously expensive, and it is said that it also requires a special flight permit from the Abyss Envoy. Only manors that have won the favor of the Abyss Envoy have them. Sunset Manor doesn't have one either."

At this time, Xing Qi, which was Tang Zhao, said from the side: "When we become a Second-tier Manor, we will buy one too. The Master has money."

Xing Jiu glanced at him unhappily and said: "Seventh Brother, according to the competition rules you agreed to, by the time we become a Second-tier Manor, we will all be dead. Who is the ship for, the ghosts?"

Tang Zhao said: "Don't be so lacking in confidence..."

Fearing that Xing Jiu would quarrel with Xing Qi, Xing Wu said: "Actually, there are benefits to us sitting on this compared to the airship. It's grounded, and it's safe. Where in the sky is it safer than on the ground?"

Xing Jiu laughed: "Fifth Brother, you are truly broad-minded. How can you see that they are not safe? I think they are doing just fine..."

Before the words were finished, he saw the airship floating in the air suddenly sway and freeze in the air.

The next moment, it plunged head-first!

Before Tang Zhao and the others could be dumbfounded, a sudden change occurred!

The giant pulling the sled in front suddenly stopped, freezing like a puppet with broken strings.

However, the timing was very unfortunate; it was exactly when it had just taken a step and had not yet landed. At this moment, the center of gravity was very unstable, and so...

"It's going to fall, run!"

No sooner said than done, it only took an instant for the giant to fall, and before it fell, the shadow had already shrouded them, and the wind stirred up was so strong that people couldn't even open their eyes. Tang Zhao flicked his finger, and a burst of Sword Law swept across, sweeping away all the sword slaves within his sight. Just as he was about to jump away, he saw a kid in the corner, grabbed him, and leaped outward with a tip of his toes.

Boom—!

The giant statue crashed down, and dust rose everywhere.

The appearance of the Wangliang Power-warrior was silent, yet it made a booming sound when it landed, because the fall was not under their control.

Jumping out dozens of zhang, watching the giant statue fall in the distance, Tang Zhao let out a breath and said: "What happened?"

The one he was holding in his arms was a ten-year-old sword slave, whose crown already had white hair, and at this time, he suddenly shouted: "My Lord, water—water!"

Tang Zhao looked back and saw that the You Water not far away was actually overflowing!

A large amount of You Water surged out from the river channel and rushed in all directions.

Who could have imagined... Wangliang Mountain was actually having a flood?!

At this time, Xing Cang shouted: "Everyone, look there! Follow me!" He pointed his finger, and it was exactly the highest sand dune not far away. That sand dune was dozens of zhang high, like a mountain mausoleum.

When a flood comes, of course, one must run to high ground; this is common sense.

The sand dune looked not far away and represented a path to survival. Everyone, including the sword slaves, heard Xing Cang's order, and at this time, amidst the chaos, they found hope for survival and ran desperately toward the sand dune.

Tang Zhao was not in a hurry to run, but instead brought up the rear. It would be very easy for him to run to the front, but those sword slaves were small and weak, and it was inevitable that they would fall behind, so he needed to look after them at the end.

By the way, he took out a bag and packed those supplies. This bag was not the Time Jar he usually used, but a Space Art Tool bag. He was a Sword Guest, and it was very reasonable for him to have a Space Art Tool by his side, right?

Even if it wasn't reasonable, having buttered up the YoungMaster for so long, it would be reasonable for the YoungMaster to reward him with one, right?

Seeing that he was unhurried, Xing Wu also stopped for a moment and said: "Hurry up, don't dawdle! This should be the legendary Ghost Disaster! Bad luck, we actually ran into it! It is said that this disaster is transmitted from the First Tier downwards, and it occasionally happens in the Second Tier too. When it happens, the sky changes color, the You Water overflows, and everything goes out of control. We Sword Guests won't have a good end if we get caught in it!"

Tang Zhao nodded, thinking: Ghost Disaster, what is that?

Although he had intelligence on Wangliang Mountain, it all came from the Third Tier. The department he was in contact with did not yet have any undercover agents who had infiltrated the Second Tier, and he knew very little about the intelligence of the higher levels. He had never heard of the Ghost Disaster, but since Xing Wu knew, perhaps he, Xing Qi, should also know, so it was not good to show his ignorance, and he just responded with a sentence.

Looking up at the sky, although the sky over Wangliang Mountain is extremely overcast and one can never see the sun, the weather is truly different now.

But it is not darker; on the contrary, it has become brighter.

This brightness is not the radiance brought by the rising sun, but a ghastly white.

It is like the overexposed color of a black-and-white photograph, a vast expanse of deathly white that makes one's eyes blur after looking at it for too long.

On this deathly white, gray-black electric light flashes from time to time; it seems to be lightning, yet it also looks like faint, flickering tears on a sheet of white paper.

It is just that this electric light is too frequent; at a single glance, one can see countless streaks of lightning filling the entire field of vision, with several fading away while several others appear simultaneously, rising and falling, making one feel as if an electric storm is occurring in the firmament.

Hmm?

A storm?

Tang Zhao suddenly remembered the day of the final battle at Baiyujing, when someone had launched a storm that instantly turned a large group of giants into clay statues and wooden puppets.

Could it be that Wangliang Mountain has similar indigenous storms?

Or perhaps, that storm-like Sword Art originally came from this "Ghost Disaster"? Was it a creation derived by the people inside Wangliang Mountain?

In that case, did that big fellow who suddenly collapsed just now lose his signal?

Tang Zhao's thoughts raced: This storm has such powerful strength, capable of causing the You Water to overflow, changing the color of the sky, and making giants collapse; could it be used to deal with Wangliang Mountain?

If so, he happens to have a way to create this effect.

Sun Storm...

Wait?

A thought suddenly stirred in his heart, and he pondered: No, rather than a Sword Art or a killing move, as a Talisman Sword Master, he should consider why the storm has such an effect.

A Sun Storm disrupts the magnetic field and causes no harm to ordinary people; then this Ghost Disaster is more formidable than a Sun Storm, so where does it act?

Could it be that Wangliang Mountain has its own special magnetic field? Once it is interfered with, will an unknowable disaster occur?

If that is the case...

His eyelids suddenly twitched as he remembered a matter of vital importance; seeing the You Water approaching, he followed the team running forward, and while still holding the young Sword Slave, he suddenly leaned into the Sword Slave's ear and asked: "Right now... are you in pain?"