Chapter 109 Attic Gambling If someone's eyes could penetrate the clouds, they would definitely discover a magical scene. An object resembling a human figure was flying at a high speed in the clouds. It seemed that it might be a person, penetrating countless layers of clouds and drawing a slightly downward arc in the clouds. "Wulian, that Heavenly Venerable..." Jiang Lin gritted his teeth and endured the blow from the storm. If the Taoist priest didn't still have a conscience, or was afraid that Jiang Lin would die on the road, he would have been so "considerate" as to cover Jiang Lin with a layer of extremely solid magic power. Otherwise, Jiang Lin would be praised so much that he would be paralyzed. After flying for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Lin felt himself falling. But it was not an arc-shaped fall, but the magic power covering him suddenly became heavy, and then fell straight down without any warning! "I……"
At this moment, Jiang Lin really wanted to swear. He really wanted to ask, since it is such an abstract implementation method, then wasn’t it a bit redundant for you to measure the wind direction before? I thought you were playing it right, but who knew you were playing the Brownian curve? With a lot of complaints in his heart, Jiang Lin watched the earth getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes. He saw a small town and a desolate hill. then…… "puff……" With a slight sound, Jiang Lin fell to the ground, right at the foot of the barren mountain, without any deviation. Yes, it would be strange if there was any deviation. It was obvious that the Taoist priest was using his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the magic power covering his disciple at all times. Then when it is almost there, it falls at a right angle. Bomb Bird, huh? "Ahhhhh..." Just as Jiang Lin was about to get up, a familiar scream suddenly came from the air. Ok? Daoyou Chen clearly started first, so why is he slower than me? Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment. Is the Taoist really treating people differently? It turns out that pretty girls are the ones that the old man likes. Jiang Lin sighed silently... "Ahhhhh!!" The screams continued and were getting closer. Jiang Lin's face changed, as if he had thought of something, and he struggled to get up. However, the magic power covering his body was still there, so he couldn't move at all and could only wriggle barely. "puff!" This was the sound of Jiang Lin deflated after being hit by a heavy object.
Chen Qingning raised his head in a duck sitting position and blinked. "This time the landing was not even a jolt." She mumbled, looked down, and noticed something different. "ah!" "Fellow Daoist Jiang!" Chen Qingning screamed, and at the same time, the magic power covering the two of them disappeared. She hurriedly climbed up from Jiang Lin's back and helped him up. "Are you OK?" Looking at Chen Qingning's silly smile, Jiang Lin looked up helplessly in the direction of Qiyun Mountain. He rolled his eyes silently. At the same time, I sighed again, it turns out that only good-looking girls are liked by the elderly... Jiang Lin brushed the dust off his body in silence and his eyes fell on the barren mountain in front of him. As his eyes opened and closed, they turned into pure darkness, and the Fengdu Dharma Eye opened silently. At the same time, Jiang Lin also saw a strange scene. This barren mountain is a mass grave. The world is in a bad state these days, and you can almost find a grave every few steps. Many of them are even hastily buried with straw mats, which is basically no different from corpses left exposed in the wilderness. Among these wandering ghosts, there are many who died of starvation, exhaustion, or even unjustly. The aura of grievance they hold gathers and does not dissipate for a long time. This is normal in a mass grave. But there is something abnormal about this place, because all the resentful spirits, ghost spirits, evil spirits, and so on, are converging towards the top of the mountain like rivers flowing into the sea. It was as if there was something there that was absorbing all the resentment in this mountain. "Sure enough, there is something strange on the top of the mountain." Chen Qingning's pupils turned scarlet at some point. Fengdu has the Dharma Eye, so the Zhenwu lineage naturally also has its own unique Dharma Eye. "Let's go up and have a look." Jiang Lin walked around the scattered graves and straw mats and went towards the top of the mountain step by step. He currently does not have time to liberate the wandering ghosts here, and the only thing he can do is to not step on their corpses. Give a final bit of respect. Chen Qingning also followed Jiang Lin's footsteps, and the two walked one in front and one behind. Along the way, there are graves everywhere. Although it is spring and summer, the place is full of withered grass and dead trees. You can feel the desolation without even looking. Even in the middle of the day, it still seemed so strange.
The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the fewer grave mounds and straw mats you see. There is no place to bury the bodies, and the people who transport them to the mass grave will not be very responsible, so the less trouble you have, the better. As for those bodies that were sent to the mass grave out of desperation, the people who buried them probably did not have the strength to carry them to the top of the mountain. For poor families these days, strength is the most precious thing and also their biggest reliance for whether they can have the next meal. We reached the top of the mountain and the surrounding scenes became more and more familiar. The perspective owner was basically the same as the one Jiang Lin had brought in earlier. The mausoleum also appeared in front of the two of them. Only three words can be vaguely seen on the blurry tombstone. Jiang Lin didn't pay too much attention to it. It didn't matter who the owner of the tomb was, whether he turned into a zombie or not, and it was even less important whether the evil spirits were absorbed by the zombie. As long as Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion is here, everything else is just details. Thinking so, Jiang Lin walked to the door of the tomb and raised his foot. "boom!" With a loud bang, the tomb door collapsed, raising a large amount of dust. "Edict." Chen Qingning used a wind-summoning technique to scoop up the dust and blow it away. Looking at the corridor in front of him, Jiang Lin used the Fengdu Dharma Eyes to look over there, and saw streams of evil spirits flowing into the corridor. After just one look, Jiang Lin stepped into the corridor. "Tap...tap...tap..." The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Chen Qingning looked a little serious. Strictly speaking, this was Chen Qingning's first close encounter with the so-called Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion. During the previous robbery and murder on the road, she did not even see the evil spirit from Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion, and was defeated by the two Taoist masters. I walked to the end of the corridor and the view suddenly opened up. The extremely spacious space was square and glowing with white light. In the entire space, the most attractive thing is the dark attic made of dark wood located in the center of the space. By looking at it from another perspective and seeing it with his own eyes, Jiang Lin discovered that he could see more things from the latter. All the evil spirits from the entire barren mountain flowed here and went straight into the dark three-story attic. The next moment, Jiang Lin seemed to have discovered something. He stepped forward, stretched out his arm, and the Zhenwu sword behind him was already in his hand. Seeing this, Chen Qingning and Jiang Lin kept some distance from each other to avoid disturbing Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin walked to a distance of about three meters from the dark attic. "Kala...Kala..." The dull sound sounded particularly strange. A figure with almost the same color as the dark attic emerged. It was a figure wearing tattered silk that had rotted and turned black, and it was impossible to recognize its original appearance. The figure was nearly two meters tall, half squatting on the ground, holding a long object in his hand, and was eating it with his head down, bite by bite. Jiang Lin saw clearly that it was a peach wood sword, and it seemed to be the same sword held by the Taoist friend from Tai Su Palace who had come here before. An obviously evil creature actually ate a peach wood sword that had been blessed by the Zhenwu curse. It seems that this evil spirit, no, or zombie, is the original owner of this tomb. The reason why I said "originally" is because it seems that now this zombie's house has been requisitioned by Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion. The zombie itself has also become a gatekeeper-like existence. "Susu..." As scattered wood chips fell, the zombie opened its mouth, revealing bloody teeth in its dark mouth. His eyes also lit up with the same scarlet light, staring straight at Jiang Lin. Evil spirit, resentment, evil spirit and other negative emotions enveloped Jiang Lin through those scarlet eyes. Jiang Lin chose to retreat, and he retreated several steps. The distance increased from three meters to ten meters. "Roar!!" The zombie roared, and its half-squatting body suddenly bounced up, like a spring fully charged, and rushed towards Jiang Lin at a high speed! "Zhenwu commands, sword raised!" A scarlet divine light suddenly appeared in Jiang Lin's dark eyes, and that divine light echoed with the Zhenwu sword in his hand. "Zheng!!" The imperial decree fell, the flying sword rose, and the scarlet divine light shone brightly! "laugh……" The zombies that rushed over with boundless murderous aura and the Zhenwu sword that was emitting scarlet divine light suddenly collided. Then, the zombie's pace slowly slowed down, and when it arrived in front of Jiang Lin, it had already collapsed to the ground powerlessly. The Zhenwu sword hovered in the air with a humming sound, and the scarlet divine light slowly went out. Jiang Lin raised his hand and the Zhenwu sword immediately returned to his hand. The flying sword technique is indeed unparalleled in attack. Jiang Lin was also a little surprised. This was his first time to officially use the Zhenwu Sword Technique. He didn't expect to have such a result.
The bodies of such zombies are already stronger than gold and iron and are extremely hard. Even if Jiang Lin used the Five Divine Thunders to strike, it would still take some effort. After all, Jiang Lin's Divine Thunder method was only at the entry level. But this sword technique is different. For a cultivator like Jiang Lin who has just become proficient, the sword technique is basically useless without a flying sword. But if there is a suitable flying sword, it can even be said to be a perfect match. That power... All I can say is that to deal with this kind of physical demon monster, we have to use the method of Emperor Zhenwu. It is not just talk that everyone has his or her own specialty. After using the Zhenwu Sword Technique and the Zhenwu Sword to defeat the zombies, Jiang Lin put away the Zhenwu Sword and looked at the three-story attic in front of him. "Fellow Daoist Chen, maybe you have to take the lead." Jiang Lin turned around and called out to Chen Qingning. Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion has certain surface rules. One of the rules is that as long as there are guests, the "waiter" cannot leave no matter what. But Jiang Lin did not forget that he was "blacklisted" by Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion. But Chen Qingning has never had any direct contact with Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion and is a complete "new user". Jiang Lin went in first, that was a challenge, maybe the evil spirit inside would run away when it saw the situation was not right. But Chen Qingning went in first, that was a guest, and he had to be welcomed no matter what. Unless you want to break your own rules. Although Chengxin Ruyi Pavilion is a group of evil people, they are in the intelligence business after all, and it is impossible for them to not follow the rules. Jiang Lin just wanted to explain to Chen Qingning, but Chen Qingning simply nodded in agreement. "it is good." Chen Qingning walked in front of Jiang Lin without hesitation, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the attic. "Squeak..." The scene inside was different from what Jiang Lin saw last time. It was not completely dark, but rather extremely bright. There are many tables in the spacious hall on the first floor, all of which are gambling tables. The gambling tools on each table are different, but there are no dealers. In other words, there is only one dealer and one "gambler"... "Senior Brother Qian!" Chen Qingning suddenly exclaimed. In front of a dice table stood a pale and skinny man wearing only a pair of shorts. The man had nothing left except his shorts. Even the hair has disappeared.
Moreover, his cultivation level has declined to the point where it is almost unnoticeable. However, the man was unaware of anything and was shaking the dice cup frantically and attentively. Opposite the man was a plump young woman wearing a bright red cheongsam with slits that almost reached her armpits. The young woman was very charming, she was leaning against the gambling table, slowly shaking the dice in her hand. "Snapped!" Senior Brother Qian opened his dice cup and raised his head with red eyes: "Seventeen! Seventeen!" "Oops..." The beautiful woman cried out softly and opened her dice cup. Three dice were lying quietly inside, each with a six facing up. "It seems that the guest's luck is a little bit off." Senior Brother Qian fell to the ground in despair as if struck by lightning. "Does the guest have any other bets?" The beautiful woman pointed to a row of shelves next to the gambling table. "Your cultivation, clothing, and even hair have all been exported." Senior Brother Qian shook his head helplessly. The beautiful woman chuckled and said, "Sir, we also accept other things here, such as... arms, legs, feet, and even internal organs. We accept everything~" Hearing this, a light of hope suddenly flashed in Senior Brother Qian's eyes. He struggled and half-lay on the gambling table with red eyes. "I want to bet my..." "Snapped!" Before he could finish his words, he was knocked unconscious by Jiang Lin's knife. It was obvious that there was something wrong with Brother Qian. His mind had been bewildered by evil spirits since the moment he entered. "Oops..." The beautiful woman was not surprised at all. She just looked at Jiang Lin and smiled, "Two new guests have arrived. Do you know the rules here?" "One bet, one payout. Whatever you bet, we pay out." The beautiful woman didn't wait for Jiang Lin to speak, and she spoke on her own. At the same time, she licked her lips and said with a smile: "Even if it's a bet on the body of Xiantian Yuanyang, we will accept it~" "is it?" Jiang Lin nodded suddenly and took out the Zhenwu sword from his waist. "Ah! This is a wonderful treasure!" The beautiful woman's eyes lit up and she was about to speak when she saw a flash of scarlet light.
"Zheng!" Jiang Lin held the Zhenwu sword in his hand and placed it on the beautiful woman's neck. "What month are you?" (End of this chapter)