Chapter 790

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately became vigilant.

The Ghost Opera Troupe was already an old rival, and they had also collected quite a bit of intelligence.

This organization had risen from the ashes; originally, they were just cruel and unscrupulous, and had been wiped out by the Mystic Sect martial world, but after rebuilding, they had undergone a complete transformation.

With the support of the Jianmu organization, plus the imperial court's tightening control over cultivators, many evil cultivators and demons joined one after another, causing the Ghost Opera Troupe to grow rapidly.

Except for the most mysterious "Troupe Leader," the information on the others had also been clarified.

This "Ghost Opera Troupe" had split into countless small teams, mostly with a five-person configuration of "Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, Chou," a mixed bag of dragons and snakes with uneven strength.

And the two before them were core members.

That "Ghost-Faced Luo Sha" was named Liu Hongyu; she was originally a descendant of a puppet family. Her ancestor, Liu Guchan, was exterminated for the crime of "using plays to satirize the monarch" because he hid puppet mechanisms that mocked current politics while performing "Mulan Rescues Her Mother" at the Wang Fu.

Twelve-year-old Liu Hongyu witnessed her relatives being turned into leather shadow puppets and hung on the stage "to serve as a warning to others." Her resentment turned into madness, and she fused the family's inherited "Puppet Illusion Play Manual" with vengeful spirits to create evil arts.

Because half of her face was disfigured by a branding iron, she wore a Luo Sha ghost mask year-round. She had an extreme obsession with opera and often slaughtered entire villages to turn them into shadow puppets to control and perform plays.

In the Jiangnan region, she had already become a demon legend.

As for that Blood-Hand Scholar, his name was Huang Jiuming. Before his death, he was a Jieren of Yingtian Prefecture. Because his examination essay exposed the eunuch faction, he was dismissed and died in a fit of resentment by self-immolation at the examination hall.

His resentment fused with a precious inkstone, turning it into an evil object.

After the inkstone was bought, it constantly haunted and tortured its host, eventually possessing them, learning the secret arts of the Ghost Sect, and specializing in killing those with fame, peeling their tongues to stick on fans, calling it "collecting all the brilliant tongues in the world."

In short, they were all famous demons in the martial world.

With two demons appearing at the same time, how could everyone not be vigilant?

"Be careful, they are coming for us!"

Wang Daoxuan was also an old hand in the martial world. His thoughts turned, and he already had a guess, gritting his teeth and saying: "Brother Yan just left, and they showed up. They want to capture us as bargaining chips!"

After saying this, his expression changed suddenly, "No, they must still have an Earth Immortal!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's hearts secretly chilled.

This game in Jin Ling seemed to start from the bottom, but in reality, Jianmu had been planning it for a long time, rolling larger and larger like a whirlpool, affecting the entire south of the Shenzhou.

If not handled well, it would be a world-shaking catastrophe.

The Jianmu organization had planned for many years and occupied the first-mover advantage, but the imperial court and the righteous path of the Shenzhou Mystic Sect had already reacted, and experts were constantly gathering here.

These demons seemed to have great momentum, but the imperial court could order the righteous Dharma lineages guarding the blessed lands in Jiangnan to mobilize troops to help; that was a terrifying power that could shake mountains and rivers.

Even with the Yangzhou Ding, it was basically impossible for the Jianmu organization to overthrow the imperial court and the righteous sects, so as long as they made life miserable for the people of Jiangnan, it would be a victory.

And the Twelve Yuan Chen, after all, was just a small team established not long ago. Although they had made quite a name for themselves, they only relied on one thing to stand firm in Jin Ling today:

Li Yan's identity as a living Yin messenger!

The reason for the opponent's surprise attack was mostly this.

"Hee hee~"

The Ghost-Faced Luo Sha, flickering in and out of the thick fog, let out a light laugh, flicked her water sleeves, and appeared on the wall on the other side like a ghost shadow, "You all are quite clever, but unfortunately, what a beautiful scene, what a day~"

Accompanied by a shrill and tactful opera tune, her pale water sleeves flicked, and dense silver threads whistled out, but they were not aimed at the crowd, but rather probed into the thick fog outside the wall.

Pa pa pa pa~

Dense footsteps suddenly rang out from the darkness in all directions.

Numerous black shadows emerged from the walls, their movements stiff and strange, yet very swift, like marionettes, jumping into the courtyard one after another.

Borrowing the dim light, everyone could see that they were corpses that were highly decomposed and exuded a strong stench of death.

Some were dressed in tattered peasant short jackets, some still had remnants of soldier armor plates, and others were just skeletons hanging with rotting flesh, with copper talismans nailed to their foreheads.

"Be careful, it's the Ghost-Faced Luo Sha's 'Puppet Play'!"

Fatty Lin's face was ugly, and he hurriedly reminded everyone.

This move of the Ghost-Faced Luo Sha was very famous in the Jiangnan Mystic Sect. The walking corpses she controlled were not like ordinary evil spirits that could be exorcised with just talismans; they had to be completely smashed.

Ghost singing in the deep mountains at midnight had already become a taboo legend among the people.

At the same time, the Ghost-Faced Luo Sha's mournful singing rang out again:

"Originally thought, what a beautiful scene, what a day,

Who knew that after the puppet play, I'd reach the ghost gate!

Bone bells startle the night, Luo Sha holds the lamp curtain,

Three-foot secluded stage, everything enters the puppet strings..."

"You thief, stop ghost-screaming!"

Sha Lifei turned his gun and quickly pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Accompanied by a roar, gunpowder smoke scattered, and the opposite wall collapsed halfway, but the Ghost-Faced Luo Sha, who had clearly been hit, remained just as before, dissipating into thick fog.

The collapsed wall, instead, allowed more puppets to pour in.

"Don't waste your effort!"

Lu San's expression was gloomy, and he blocked Sha Lifei, "The entire garrison has fallen into an illusion array, it should be a Netherworld Stage, and supernatural powers are also interfered with; you can't find the real body."

"Hold the formation and protect the Daoist!"

Sha Lifei gritted his teeth and stopped shooting randomly.

At this moment, his heart was also full of helplessness.

The power of firearms went without saying; his sniper rifle and Wu Ba's tiger-crouching cannon were the team's fiercest long-range power, and countless enemies had died by them.

However, encountering this situation, he was completely blind.

If you can't even hit the enemy, what's the use of greater power?

Just like Wu Ba's tiger-crouching cannon, one shot could directly blow up the front gate of the Commandant's Office, but if you can't find the array eye, you still can't break the illusion array, and it would instead cause the common people outside to suffer.

Just as Lu San said, they could only defend now.

With a plan, everyone stopped acting recklessly, standing inside and outside, guarding Wang Daoxuan's Dharma altar in the center to prevent it from being destroyed by those puppet corpses.

At the same time, Wang Daoxuan also completely activated the Five-Direction Luo Feng Flags.

The five black Dharma flags unfurled, and the howling wind wrapped them up.

The power of this Great Luo Dharma artifact was immediately revealed.

The Ghost-Faced Luo Sha's strange singing originally had the power to capture souls and seize spirits, making people's minds shake and feel irritable, but at this moment, it was like being blown away by a strong wind, making it difficult to affect them.

Boom!

Wu Ba swung his fists, and the powerful force directly shattered the rushing corpse puppets, while others also swung their blades and swords, firmly guarding the defense line.

But the Ghost-Faced Luo Sha's puppets seemed endless, constantly pouring in.

"You melon-heads, how did they transport them in?!"

Sha Lifei didn't dare to waste ammunition randomly, holding his rifle and aiming at the surroundings.

He was just complaining, but in fact, he knew very well.

In this Jin Ling city today, no one knew who was the insider of the Jianmu organization; corrupted officials and petty clerks, common people blinded by hatred, and even the Jin Ling Prince who hosted the banquet tonight, all were possible!

The Great Xuan Dynasty was powerful, suppressing the entire martial world and Mystic Sect from acting rashly.

But after more than a hundred years of development, the interior was equally riddled with holes.

Corrupt officials, powerful families fighting for profit, who knew how much resentment had been accumulated.

The Jianmu organization was hitting this weakness hard, which was why they had always occupied the first-mover advantage.

Although they protected themselves, the people on the periphery indeed suffered.

In the Commandant's Office, those soldiers and petty clerks confused by the illusion array had no defense at all, and were pounced on by the swarming corpse puppets, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

After the corpse puppets dispersed, these dead soldiers and clerks also stumbled to their feet, their bodies stiff, twisting and turning, joining the puppet camp.

Outside the Dharma altar, Kuai Dayou kept waving two steel awls.

Although he was a craftsman, he also came from a proper Mystic Sect lineage with a long history, so how could he not have a method of self-protection?

In addition to craftsman arts, he was also proficient in Bagua and Xingyi; although he couldn't compare to those monsters with astonishing martial arts talent, he could still stand firm in the Beijing-Tianjin area.

The few puppets that rushed up were all easily torn apart by him.

But unlike the others, whenever he tore apart a puppet, he would focus his attention to observe.

The skills inherited by his family were also proficient in making puppets, but they were wooden puppets used for performance and helping with work, not as evil as these things before him.

What puzzled him was, how did the opponent control them?

Waving blades, the strings controlling the puppets were not above their heads.

Finally, Kuai Dayou discovered the abnormality.

When he tore apart a puppet, a white shadow flickered under its feet. Kuai Dayou didn't say a word, fiercely waving his blade, and mud splashed everywhere.