Chapter 458 Something happened to Lord Yan?
Chapter 458 Something happened to Lord Yan?
Since Xu Zhenfeng and his companions entered the City of Eternal Night, they had never seen so many ghosts in this ghost town.
Every time they came out, they only saw ghost soldiers and generals patrolling back and forth in the city.
This time, I finally saw a large group of ordinary ghosts coming out from nowhere.
Among these ghosts, there are old and young, male and female, some are dressed luxuriously, and some are dressed in tattered clothes.
Some of the ghosts’ bodies began to break down, while others still looked no different from humans.
Lang Wumiao led the charge into the streets of Eternal Night City, not caring that the streets were crowded with ghosts running around. She rushed forward recklessly, scaring countless ghosts to death along the way.
Old Monk Wukong lay on the back of Xu Zhenfeng, hugged his neck tightly with both hands, and kept looking up at the sky of Eternal Night City.
Seeing Lang Wumiao rushing along the way, I don’t know how many ghosts he knocked into pieces.
The old monk kept chanting "Amitabha".
Suddenly he thought of something and said to Xu Zhenfeng loudly, "No, it's Lord Yama who's in trouble. Quick, go to Yama's Palace. We can't let anything happen to Lord Yama at this moment."
After hearing what the old monk said, Xu Zhenfeng did not stop, but kept his eyes fixed on the back of Lang Wumiao in front of him.
Although Lang Wumiao was rushing in the front, she also heard what Master Wukong said.
After just a slight hesitation, Lang Wumiao turned around and ran towards the Yama Palace in the center of Eternal Night City.
But the old monk Wukong quickly shouted, "Uh uh uh, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, let me take a look first."
After saying this, he quickly freed one hand from Xu Zhenfeng's back and made a swift Buddhist hand seal. Suddenly, a small golden Buddha statue appeared between his fingers.
As soon as this small golden Buddha statue appeared, it flew towards the north gate of Eternal Night City.
The old monk Wukong quickly shouted to the wolf Wumiao in front of him: "Great demon Wumiao, we are not going to the Yama Palace. Come on, follow the Buddha statue."
Lang Wumiao immediately turned around again and ran after the golden Buddha statue with Xu Zhenfeng.
Even though the golden Buddha statue is only the size of a palm, its flying speed is not inferior to Lang Wumiao.
Old Monk Wukong and the Huangjing baby were carried by Xu Zhenfeng and Lang Wumiao all the way, following the golden Buddha statue at lightning speed. In less than half an hour, they arrived at the city wall of the north city.
The golden Buddha statue flying in the front suddenly flew into a stone house at the highest point of the north city tower, and disappeared without a trace.
Lang Wumiao looked up and saw that the city wall was very quiet.
None of the ghost soldiers and generals who usually guarded the city wall could be seen at this moment.
At this moment, only rows of flagpoles of varying sizes and heights remained motionless on the top of the city wall.
This is in stark contrast to the chaotic scene in the city at the moment where a large number of ghosts are running around.
Xu Zhenfeng also looked up at the stone house at the highest point of the city wall in confusion.
After the golden Buddha statue flew in, there was no movement in the stone house.
It was as if nothing existed in the stone house.
At this moment, Old Monk Wukong sat up straight behind Xu Zhenfeng and looked up at the stone house.
Then, he began to chant something and quickly formed a simple Buddhist seal with his hands.
As the Buddha seal was made, a golden light flew out from the hands of Old Monk Wukong and flew straight into the stone house at the highest point of the north city tower. Then, an extremely angry roar suddenly came from the stone house.
Old Monk Wukong was so frightened by the roar that his body swayed and he almost fell off Xu Zhenfeng's back.
"Hurry, Lord Yan is in the stone house."
As soon as the old monk Wukong finished speaking, Lang Wumiao turned around, took the Huangjing doll off his back with his mouth, and threw it to Xu Zhenfeng.
Xu Zhenfeng opened his mouth and caught the Huangjing doll, then turned around and threw the little thing to the old monk Wukong on his back.
Old Monk Wukong hurriedly caught the Huangjing doll, complaining, "You didn't even tell me. If the little guy falls to the ground, who will be held responsible if something happens to him?"
The Huangjing baby rolled his eyes nonchalantly, and lectured the old monk in a baby voice.
"You old, stinky monk, we Huangjing are a herbal demon race with earth attributes. If we can survive if we fall to the ground, then we Huangjing will just buy a piece of tofu and kill ourselves."
Old Monk Wukong didn't care after hearing Huang Jingwa's disrespectful words.
He just chuckled and said, "This is not the human world, this is the underworld. This is the land of the netherworld. If you can still escape here, I will cut off my head and let you kick it like a ball."
Since Huangjing Baby came to the underworld, he has never burrowed into the ground, and does not know the difference between the dark soil in the underworld and the sun and moon soil in the human world.
He thought the old monk was talking nonsense to scare him.
The little creature immediately struggled to jump out of the old monk Wukong's arms. After leaping into the air, its tiny body turned upside down.
He immediately plunged down to the ground with his head down and his feet up.
Old Monk Wukong didn't pay attention and the Huangjing doll escaped. He looked up and saw the little thing falling headfirst to the ground.
The old monk was so frightened that he cried out "Ah."
When Xu Zhenfeng heard the old monk's scream, he immediately transformed into a human form. When the Huangjing doll's head was about to hit the ground heavily, he grabbed his shoulders firmly with both hands.
The old monk fell to the ground out of thin air, rolled around before getting up.
A wound as long as a little finger appeared on the Huangjing doll's forehead, and blood kept gushing out of the wound.
A refreshing medicinal fragrance emanated from the flowing blood.
When the old monk smelled the aroma of the medicine, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Xu Zhenfeng was a little too late after all. Huangjing doll had its forehead bruised and was opening its little mouth to cry.
The wolf on the other side said coldly: "Don't cry."
Huangjing doll immediately shut up, and his little face, covered with tears and snot, looked a little distorted because of pain and grievance.
Xu Zhenfeng looked at the wound on his forehead. Fortunately, it was not deep. After just a few breaths, the wound began to heal.
He was too lazy to comfort the little thing. He glared at him unhappily and continued to look up at the north city tower.
In the stone house on the city wall, there has been no movement since the roar was heard.
Lang Wumiao turned around and told Xu Zhenfeng, "You guys wait downstairs. If you find anything wrong, leave the city immediately and don't worry about me."
Xu Zhenfeng nodded and transformed into a wolf again. The old monk and the Huangjing doll quickly climbed onto his back.
I saw Lang Wumiao flying onto the city wall at a speed so fast that it was impossible to follow him with the naked eye.
Her entire wolf body was like a line of snow, flying straight towards the stone house on the city wall.
Just when the snow line was about to approach the highest stone house, the stone house suddenly exploded.
Two or three black figures flew out from the flying sand and rocks.
Lang Wumiao immediately stopped and looked carefully. He saw the leading black figure wearing black imperial clothing. He had a thin face and a gray complexion. He looked like a man in his sixties.
The two figures chasing behind him, one tall and one short, each holding a strange-looking ghost weapon in their hands, smashed it hard at the back of the old man in the lead.
Lang Wumiao didn't think twice and opened his mouth to spray a ball of demonic fire at the two flying ghost weapons.