The levels of the painted skin ghosts in Xiuzhao Tower are different.
There are types such as 【Level 5 Painted Skin Girl】, 【Level 6 Painted Skin Slave】, and 【Level 8 Painted Skin Dancer】.
But they all have one thing in common, which is their low fighting spirit.
Since gaining intelligence and donning painted skins, they have been indulging in pleasure. Apart from their mechanical fighting instincts, they have no corresponding combat experience or will.
Therefore, when they saw the fierce soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, apart from making noise and throwing tantrums, the only thing they wanted to do was to escape.
Bang, bang, bang...
When Zhou Yuan went up to the second floor and ordered the girls to come downstairs for a blood test, the hidden painted skins pushed open the doors and windows one by one and jumped down from the second floor.
The people watching on the street didn't know what was happening. They only saw a group of armored soldiers enter the building, and after a while, several women in cool clothes jumped out of the building and escaped.
The swaying of that white, firm, soft thing made the onlookers exclaim in excitement.
"Help! The soldiers are killing people."
"My dear, please save me! Those soldiers have gone crazy and want to kill us all."
"Silence! The Jing'an Army has entered the city to quell the ghost plague. Everyone, be careful! These escaped creatures are definitely evil spirits. Don't let them confuse you and lose your life."
"Captain's order: Anyone who flees will be killed without mercy, and anyone who disrupts the battle formation will be severely punished."
On one side, a weak and naive girl was crying, and on the other side, there were threats from armed soldiers. The onlookers could not tell who was good and who was bad for a moment.
But the white and soft flesh of the chest is always more beautiful than the swords and shields in the hands of the soldiers, and is more worthy of sympathy.
Several men were about to jump out and speak a fair word, but they were held tightly by the people around them.
"Are you crazy? The captain's order has been issued. Do you think the Jing'an Army dare not kill you?"
"So what if they can kill me? Even if they have military orders, they can't be so presumptuous."
Some were held back, while others were not.
A few hot-blooded men had just shouted a few times to seek justice when they were frightened by something even more outrageous, and their bodies trembled and their faces turned pale.
The generals and five archers on the second floor drew their bows and arrows, and a hail of arrows rushed towards the fleeing fair and white girls.
Boom, boom, boom······
The Painted Skin, which was hit by Zhou Yuan's Tiger-Shooting Bow and Evil-Suppressing Arrow, exploded instantly, and the evil spirits scattered, turning into dust on the ground.
The painted skin shot by the blood-killing arrow from the divine arm was like a balloon with a hole in it, leaking air as it moved. After running a few steps, its huge, straight and round skin turned into soft wrinkles.
"Ghosts! There really are ghosts, and they're wearing human skin."
"Those guys who jumped out are accomplices. Let's catch them and identify them."
"General, you are a sharpshooter. Quickly shoot and kill the ghosts. If they escape, who will dare to go out at night?"
Before Zhou Yuan went up to the tower, he and the five divine arms used the spiritual liquid, which gave them a sufficient excuse to see evil spirits and ghosts.
Therefore, he never stopped shooting after he drew his bow, and only lowered his arm after he had shot all the Painted Skin beauties who had jumped off the building.
"Prick the blood of those who are shouting to see if they are possessed by ghosts or if they are just ghosts."
"promise."
"Gently, gently, I'm afraid of pain."
"Sir, I have blood, I am a human being, I was just being stupid just now, please don't take it personally."
It was not until the soldiers pinned him to the ground and pricked his blood for a body examination that the shouters finally understood what it meant to have military law as strict as a mountain.
In the physical sense, they were like a mountain. The strong soldiers, working in groups of two, suppressed them firmly and did not tolerate any resistance.
"Haha..., that's how it should be.
You just open your mouth and think that you are righteous men and we are unruly soldiers. Isn't this justice of yours too casually? "
The Xuanjia soldiers on the second floor were very relieved to see this scene, so they were checking ghosts on the second floor, not downstairs.
If they had been standing on the street just now, they would not be as easy to talk to as the soldiers. Even if they did not use swords, they would have hit them with shields.
"Okay, the ghosts on the second floor have been cleared, let's go check on the first floor."
In fact, there are no painted-skin ghosts among the girls on the first floor, but they still have to go through the blood test process, otherwise they will not be able to prove their innocence.
After Zhou Yuan handed the inspection to the Xuanjia soldiers, he walked out of Xiuzhao Tower to collect arrows and pick up explosives.
In this battle, a total of 5 portions of Yin-accumulating Liquid and one each of the props Painted Skin Dancer and Painted Skin Girl were obtained.
Including the previous contributions of Painted Skin Rogue and Painted Skin Flower Girl, he already has 12 bottles of Yin Fluid in his hands.
When the onlookers saw the military officer Zhou Yuan coming downstairs to collect the arrows, they immediately realized that these arrows that could kill ghosts were good stuff.
However, the surrounding soldiers were watching them closely, so they dared not act rashly and could only lament the loss of such a good thing.
"My eldest son is also serving in the camp, a soldier in the Wuwei camp. I wonder if I can ask him to obtain a ghost-killing arrow to keep at home as a talisman."
"What are you thinking? The military officer in the camp came out to collect the arrows himself, which means that he himself doesn't have enough, so how can he use them for your Dalang?"
"That's not necessarily true. Arrows are always useless. If we don't want good ones, bad ones will do."
The onlookers were simply overthinking it. There was no way the Blood Evil Arrow could flow out of the Divine Arm's bag once it was in it.
Zhou Yuan's better evil-suppressing arrow was also coveted by his subordinate, the Divine Arm Hand. Before entering the city, he promised to hand over the damaged arrow to them for repair and use.
"Uncle Du, these two look useless, give them both to us."
"Take it. The arrow body is cracked, the tip is fine, but the spiritual energy has probably dissipated."
"It's fine if it's scattered. This arrowhead is good, better than an armor-piercing arrow. I can go back and repair it and it will still be usable."
After Zhou Yuan handed the broken arrow to the Godly Arm Hand, he climbed up the brothel again and looked towards Chunrongfang.
The Painted Skins behaved very abnormally. They clearly had the ability to manage a group, but they allowed their subordinates to fight on their own, and were even targeted and eliminated by the Jing'an Army.
Even if we cannot defeat the Jing'an Army with the support of warriors in a head-on battle, we should concentrate our strength and give it our all.
But they seemed to have given up struggling and allowed the Jing'an Army to clean up the mid-level liaison units.
In this case, how can the upper-level officials with painted skins precisely control the painted skin people who have hidden among the people? Can they rely on the loyalty and self-consciousness of the lower levels?
"They are too scattered, and this will only delay us for a while without causing much actual damage.
The Mid-Autumn Festival and the Ghost Festival are so special. Perhaps they are just stalling for time, lowering our vigilance by fighting on their own."
There are both advantages and disadvantages to an operation going too smoothly.
Now, warriors from various counties have begun to underestimate the strength of the Painted Skins, believing that they are nothing more than some fragile ghosts.
This is the result that the Painted Skins want, or rather, the result that the Painted Skin Ghost Mother wants.
At this time, in the secluded courtyard of Chunrongfang and the residence of the county prime minister Zuo Liao Luo, different types of painted skins, including painted skin mannings, painted skin scholars, and painted skin warriors, gathered together.
"Mother, our subordinates can no longer hold on. Soldiers are everywhere in the streets, using the blood-piercing method to test their bodies and force them out and kill them one by one.
"The wailing sounds are heartbreaking. Please, Mother, order a counterattack. Even if we die in battle, it is much better than being randomly killed."
"Wait a little longer, it's going to get dark soon.
On the night of the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell open, and no one except the living can enter."