Chapter 938: Wang Haichuan Blocks the Iron Ship

On the dragon boat, the drum sound suddenly changed.

The head of the Gonggu Association, invited by the Boatmen's Guild at a high price, suddenly widened his eyes, raised both drumsticks, and once again set off a climax of drum sounds. This time it was not the Dragon-Suppressing Drum, but the Uprising Drum of the Boatmen's Guild.

It was the liaison drum sound of the great uprising launched by the Boatmen's Guild from Anhui to Shandong in the past!

On the paper boat, dozens of women in white clothes flew into the air, falling toward the Chaoguan Floating Bridge ahead. The river camp soldiers guarding it held long spears and stabbed wildly at the women in mid-air. In an instant, more than a dozen people were pierced through the chest.

They held white lotus river lanterns, were pierced by the long spears, glared fiercely at those soldiers, and were then thrown into the river.

The river camp commander Wang Pu's whip technique was as divine as a sprinkling golden snake. With a flick of his whip, he plucked the heads of three women who were pouncing from the air.

Seeing them slaughtered so easily by the masters and river camp soldiers guarding the floating bridge, he couldn't help but feel a palpitation, shouting at the high platform on the shore: "Wrong! These people only know some rough martial arts!"

White river lanterns were dyed bright red...

The Wei Boatmen's Guild helm master, who had repelled Daoist Liu and the five, turned to look, his face suddenly changing greatly, shouting: "Stop killing! They are here to die!"

A woman, whose martial arts were slightly higher but only in the second realm, landed on the pillar of the floating bridge.

She suddenly turned back and said to the crowd: "My father and brother were harmed by your demon kingdom. The demon emperor wanted to refine medicine for longevity, transporting the drought demon from Shandong, causing a great drought in three provinces, with countless casualties! The demon kingdom sent troops to guard the passes, wanting to starve us all to death there. The canal water flows, but the two banks cannot use even a bit!"

She swept across the faces of those people with red eyes, looked up and laughed loudly: "Father, brother, walk slowly! I am here waiting for you!"

She shouted this three times, then flew into the water.

Dozens of blood lanterns sank into the surging river water. Suddenly, countless white lanterns floated up from under the water of the Southern Canal!

"Yin soldiers!"

Wang Pu's pupils shrank to needle points, screaming: "Yin soldiers have exploded!"

"Stone Ox!"

The Wei Boatmen's Guild helm master hurriedly turned his head and looked at the two huge stone oxen on the riverbank: "We still have the stone ox!"

Wang Pu's pupils shrank to needle points, and he shrieked, "The Yin soldiers have exploded!"

On the riverbank, Wang Haichuan, pulling the towline, gave a sharp shout, preparing to use his life to stop the ghost ship.

But at this moment, the iron chain swayed, not receiving any force at all. He turned his head and saw the paper boat being cut in half!

But the next instant, the thick iron chain tightened instantly, and the ox horn it wrapped around was held in an instant.

On the riverbank, Wang Haichuan, who was pulling the towline, let out a sharp shout, preparing to give his life to hold back the ghost ship.

On that bloody path ground out, countless bloody handprints reached out, grabbing his legs.

This allowed Wang Haichuan to barely hold the iron chain in front of the stone ox.

At this time, the huge stone oxen on both banks were pulled to raise their heads slightly...

On that blood-stained path worn into the ground, countless bloody handprints reached out and grabbed his legs.

On the bow, a Daoist priest holding a Three Saints Bell and wearing a Bagua Daoist robe stood stupidly with his mouth wide open, looking at the dense crowd on both banks.

He turned his head to look at the Wanghai Tower not far away, and suddenly screamed: "Movement technique! Someone used a movement technique to transport us here!"

Hundreds of soldiers on the ship rushed into the cabin. An officer grabbed the Daoist's collar and roared: "Daoist Daoist Siyan! His Majesty ordered us to stop the ship and observe, how did we get to Zhigu? If something happens to the Corpse King on the ship..."

"General!"

A camp officer pointed forward, only to see two iron chains across the river, with the ends tied to stone oxen, blocking the iron ship.

"Get down!"

The iron ship crashed into the two huge iron chains, pulling the stone oxen's heads high.

Kadoorie on the riverbank raised his telescope, dumbfounded.

He punched the front, turned his head and asked: "Isn't that the Quartz we sold to the imperial court? The emperor of the East Continent bought this old warship, carried out major modifications, and added many unreasonable decorations and witchcraft props. Why would it appear here!"

Drummond said calmly: "Obviously, the emperor's modification is not unreasonable, and the Eastern magic is enough to transfer this warship out of thin air..."

In the Wanghai Tower, Prince Yong, the Imperial Envoy, stood up suddenly, looking at the suddenly appearing iron ship.

His mission this time, monitoring the Bai Lian Sect and suppressing the Shandong disaster victims, were all minor matters. The real heavy responsibility was what was being transported on this iron ship, and what was being transported by the foreign large ships outside Tianjin Port—these were all called by the already mad emperor—"Immortal Medicine!"

Hundreds of years ago, laying out the Porter path, grinding half of his body beside the river channel, turning it into a Yin-Yang blood path, the hooligan ancestor finally woke up.

That dry corpse opened its eyes and flew toward Wang Haichuan.

The dry corpse, like a piece of clothing, hung on Wang Haichuan's body. On the bloody path ground out under his feet, several footprints appeared unknowingly, and then, dense bloody footprints emerged from the streets and alleys of Zhigu, the port, and the roads.

The bloody footprints left by the porters barefoot, at this moment, all emerged.

This was also the spiritual beacon they left behind.

At this moment, countless bloody footprints gathered under Wang Haichuan's feet, and a bloody path extended, piercing through the streets and alleys.

Dense ghost hands reached out from the bloody path, grabbing Wang Haichuan.

Bloody hands pulled his hair, grabbed his hands and feet, climbed over his limbs, covered his face, and moved forward step by step along the bloody footprints left by countless porters. The iron chain, pulled straight, had already dragged up half of the stone ox.

At this moment, countless bloody footprints converged beneath Wang Haichuan's feet, and a path of blood spread out, penetrating through the streets and alleys.

Dense, swarming ghost hands reached out from the blood path and grabbed Wang Haichuan.

"Sure enough!" Qian Chen looked at this scene and actually smiled.

"Someone is laying out a path!"

"The Golden Man Corpse chose to leave a hand, merging into Chang Yan's body, ready to usurp his Tai Sui human fetus and iron body at any time. And you? You ground your half-body into a blood path. This path is your path's sustenance. The Porter path doesn't go far, but it has a very solid foundation in Zhigu. It seems you have benefited a lot from this and are not prepared to take a risk to seize the Tai Sui flesh!"

"But unfortunately..." Qian Chen shook his head slightly: "I am not prepared to let you go!"

Above the iron ship, white paper flew, and the Red Mansion Ghost Ship, after being torn apart by the iron chain, turned into paper money flying all over the sky, sprinkling on the river surface, as if mourning something.

In this paper rain, four women in white clothes, holding red lanterns, carrying white lotuses, holding Dharma bottles, and carrying flower baskets, landed on the southeast, northwest, and all directions of the iron ship, surrounding the imperial court's soldiers and Daoists on the iron ship's deck.

The Bai Lian Saint sat on a paper lotus and slowly descended from the sky!

She stared at the hundreds of soldiers and dozen Daoists on the iron ship and slowly opened her mouth: "Daoist Daoist Siyan, you are from Maoshan but help the tyrant! Transporting the drought demon to the capital for that dog emperor all the way, the south is fine, after all, the power of the drought demon, although it can defy the weather, cannot suppress the water vapor of the south, but after crossing the Huai River. Anhui great drought, Shandong great drought, Hebei great drought... countless people died!"

"Daoist Daoist Siyan, you knew this was because of your transporting the drought demon, yet you turned a blind eye. You deserve to die!"

"If you still have a conscience, release this drought demon with me, drive it into the capital, and let that dog emperor taste the suffering of the drought demon!"

The Bai Lian Saint's Dharma image was solemn, but what she said made countless people on both banks restless, and the righteousness in her tone overwhelmed the imperial court, carrying unquestionable justice.

Daoist Daoist Siyan was speechless at once. On the way, he had indeed guessed what kind of Corpse King the imperial court was asking him to transport based on the changes in water vapor!

But this was the imperial court after all...

He had been hesitating, hesitating until now, the wood was already a boat, and in the concept of practitioners, he also belonged to helping the tyrant, and everyone in the world should kill him!

The Zhennan General beside him pulled out his precious sword with a clang and sneered: "Rebellion is rebellion. The imperial court suppressing the drought demon for the world is a matter of wronging the people of the three provinces for a while, a merit for all ages. But you want to release the drought demon, let the world suffer a great drought, and drive the corpse to kill! No matter how you talk, everyone in the world knows that the imperial court is the imperial court? Your Bai Lian Sect is just a group of rebels, evil cults and obscene sacrifices!"

"Daoist Daoist Siyan, what are you still stunned for?"

His eyes widened: "Do you really want to listen to the demon woman, release the drought demon into the capital, and let the people suffer?"

Daoist Daoist Daoist Siyan gritted his teeth and pulled out his Dharma sword.

The Bai Lian Saint snorted coldly: "Stubborn!"

"I have hundreds of elites, how many people did your Bai Lian Sect bring..."

The Zhennan General sneered: "Excluding the blessing of the Bai Lian Saint, your realm is still one level lower than mine! With the help of the array on the iron ship, I see what you use to release the drought demon!"

"And, His Majesty has long known that your Bai Lian Sect had ideas, and buried a foreshadowing in Zhigu!"

In the Wanghai Tower by the canal, dozens of people suddenly rushed out, standing on the roof, overlooking the iron ship on the canal.

On the dragon boat opposite the floating bridge, among the crowds watching the fun on both banks, one after another Bai Lian Sect disciples in white clothes and white armor stood out. The Bai Lian Sect had a deep foundation in Zhigu, and no one knew how many ambushes there were.

Daoist Liu of Wu Ji Temple, the Paper-Zha King, the head of the drum association, and even the martial arts people of the Changchun Association, tricksters, monkey performers, incense burners—one after another Bai Lian Sect disciples among the people of all walks of life appeared, controlling both banks of the river, and even several incense masters in the Boatmen's Guild revealed their Bai Lian Sect identities.

The imperial court had long had ambushes, and how could the Bai Lian Sect not?

Seeing both sides ready to go, Wang Haichuan looked up and said to Wu Ponu in a ghostly tone: "Held the iron ship, I won!"

Wu Ponu only then understood what the sect leader was calculating. This mere gamble was just a part of the whole situation—Boatmen's Guild, Hooligan trade, Six Ancestors, Imperial Court, Bai Lian Sect.

The sect leader calculated that every party had already stood up.

Now it was the sect leader's turn to watch the fire from the other side and plan before moving!

Hearing this, not knowing if it was Wang Haichuan or the half-corpse guy, still calculating this gamble, Wu Ponu only said: "This is just the beginning, look again!" ===== CHAPTER 939 =====

The various parties calculated by the Sect Master have all stepped forward.

Now it is the Sect Master's turn to watch the fire from across the river and plan before acting!

Hearing the guy who didn't know if he was Wang Haichuan or a half-corpse still haggling over this gambling match, Wu Ponu only said, "This is just the beginning, you keep watching!"