7. Chapter 7 The Sword

Author: Peace Shark

Chapter 7 The Sword

Break the talisman.

Hold half of the left and right hands and wipe it through your eyes.

An Jing has no magic power, so he can only use talismans with such simple and crude means.

Two cool rays of energy poured into the eyes.

Close your eyes and open it again, and the surrounding environment seems to have been added with a layer of filter, making it clearer.

At the same time, An Jing keenly captured the black lines and mists inside and outside the house, gathering at the dining table where the ghost moth host had eaten before and where the corpse was located.

Obviously this is the dark energy that the ghost moth is attracted when it is moving.

Walking into the interior of the charity village, your eyes flashed across the area near the door, and An Jing turned his attention to the position where the coffin was docked.

Include the identity of the ghost moth host or the master messenger behind the scenes.

If you want to hide things in a charity house, is there any safer place than a coffin?

No one will eat enough to lift those penniless foreign guests' coffins. This is not an ancient tomb!

The reaction of Lingxi is even more verified by An Jing's speculation.

Through observation, he found that the coffin located against the wall in front of the right was surrounded by extremely rich dark energy.

Its size also looks a circle larger than the other coffins next to it.

Turn Miao Dao back, take out the crossbow and load it with a Fu arrow. An Jing stretched out his hand and pressed it on the coffin lid. He pushed the coffin lid to the side while lifting the crossbow, aiming at the gap, ready to fire at any time.

But just as An Jing saw through the gap, his brows frowned.

Nothing!

Pushing the lid of the coffin aside, An Jing was surprised when he looked at the empty coffin.

The dark energy surrounding the coffin actually exists, which means that something really exists in the coffin.

Could it be that the things inside have been transferred in advance?

An Jing turned around and looked at the intact food box on the table, denying this speculation.

Many ghost moth hosts could not have been able to guard a charity village without any goal. Subconsciously, they were wandering inside the coffin and suddenly stayed at the corner of the coffin. An Jing noticed that there were strands of dark energy overflowing there.

Reach in and tap.

Dongdong ~

The sound is crisp, and there is nothing below it!

Aware of some possibility, An Jing took a step back and pulled his knife into the coffin, and half of the blade was directly penetrated.

He turned over and jumped onto the coffin, stepped on the edge of the coffin with his feet, and held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands to lift it up.

An Jing had no time to find a mechanism, so he could only try to crack it by violent means.

Accompanied by a wave of friction, the bottom of the coffin was lifted directly to both sides, revealing a deep passage that only one person can walk and extend to the ground.

Without any hesitation, An Jing jumped down with his knife.

Walk down the stairs of the secret passage until the bottom of the coffin was overhead, An Jing vaguely saw the light in front of him.

There was a disgusting smell of rancidness in the air, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

An Jing looked down at the crossbow and confirmed that it was in a state that could be fired at any time.

Holding Miao Dao Nuandong's palm tightened secretly.

When you arrive at the bottom of the stairs, there is a narrow entrance and exit in front of it, which should connect to the basement. The dim lights are revealed, and there is also an extremely rich and dark energy!

An Jing adjusts his breath and steps into this dirty place.

The sight is turned to the basement ahead.

Even though he was mentally prepared halfway, An Jing still couldn't help but show a look of horror, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the simple and crude basement, there were no extra utensils, only various corpses were piled up.

Most of the walls are covered with rugged bones covered with dust, and dust drifts away in the light.

In front of them are dozens of rotten corpses distributed in an annular shape, with black and red tentacles on the surface, and flesh-deep flesh-deep flesh. If you look closely, you will find that these tentacles are constantly wriggling, transporting the flesh and blood in the rotten corpses to the center of the basement.

That was the one who shocked An Jing the most and felt cold on his spine.

A sorcerer wearing a robe and a gloomy face sat cross-legged in a futon, pinching strange magic tricks with both hands, but several arthropods spread under the robe, piercing the five bloated people sitting around.

An Jing didn't know how to describe these people.

They were like pigs raised in captivity, with black and red tentacles spreading behind them frantically devouring the flesh and blood of the mummies to fill their torso, and the whole process was not controlled by them at all.

The arthropods protruded from the warlock's robe pierced into the foreheads of these "people", obviously controlling them in this way.

What made An Jing even more concerned was that the surface of these human bodies, which were filled with external flesh and blood, had many bulges the size of human heads, with black and red meridians all over the surface, and there were insects inside, which were insect eggs growing in their bodies!

Such a subversive scene caused An Jing to burst into flames of anger and he drew his sword and ran into the basement.

The rapid footsteps finally woke up the warlock who was immersed in the casting state and scolded him sternly.

"Damn it, who allowed you to come in? I told you who are you?"

I thought the guards above broke in without permission, but half of them felt a strange aura. I suddenly opened my eyes full of blood patterns and stared at An Jing, but my body had not moved.

"The one who kills you!"

An Jing noticed the hesitation during the warlock's action, obviously because the ceremony was difficult to stop halfway through.

Of course he wouldn't miss this opportunity.

He jumped out, held the Miao Dao Nuan Dong in both hands and raised it high, slashing towards the warlock's head.

Seeing the blade approaching.

The warlock still had no intention of getting up, his eyes wide open like moth-worm compound eyes, and his arms suddenly popped out from under his robe.

In the blink of an eye, the black and red tentacles climbed up from their shoulders, catalyzing the entire arm to change, causing it to stretch and expand, and even the skin was covered with a layer of thick and hard bristle, trying to get into the blade with empty hands.

Unlike those who are guarding outside who have to let the ghost moth take over the body before they can change, the warlock has undoubtedly higher status and ability, and can even use the ghost moth to strengthen itself.

With his two alienated arms, he did successfully get the Miao Dao stuck in the air.

But he underestimated An Jing's preparations.

The moment the palm and the blade contacted, the Yang Fire suddenly rose up, burning hair and flesh. The warlock suffered pain, and the strength was inevitably weakened. An Jing took the opportunity to increase the intensity, and the blade successfully broke through the defense and fell again.

clang!

The sound of metal and iron interception sounded.

The two arthropods with red and white slurry at the tips were stalked across Nuandong. The two people immediately lost control and fell down, and their bodies were broken and rotted.

"You will make up their positions later!"

The warlock's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at An Jing. His arms suddenly fell down and he grabbed An Jing's shoulders.

"Ha, let's take care of yourself first."

Release the left hand holding the hilt, grab the crossbow at the waist and aim it at the sorcerer's head and pull the trigger.

This is An Jing’s real killer move!

The distance between the two was only two meters shortened by the previous charge.

With less than three steps, the crossbow is fast and accurate.

An Jing's surprise attack was not reflected by the sorcerer who was obsessed with completing the ritual.

He never expected that an ordinary person who suddenly appeared would have a talisman arrow specifically targeted at monsters!

The talisman arrow penetrated into the warlock's forehead.

The blood curse on the tip of the arrow immediately exploded, and the orange flames rose, burning the dark and dark aura.

The warlock's face was covered with fire patterns and roared in pain.

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(End of this chapter)
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