Chapter 157 There is a traitor among us
Chapter 158 There's a Traitor Among Us
Song Yuzhang is so weird.
It is integrated with Xuzhou City, and has the best time, place and people.
In addition, the paper man was also swallowed by it.
Disasters are inherently terrifying and have extremely strange characteristics.
Song Yuzhang's disaster was different from ordinary disasters.
The brass oil lamp had actually thought of a way to break the impasse a long time ago, which was to turn itself into an evil being. By then, it would be easy to take Chen Huangpi out of Xuzhou City, not to mention anything else.
However, Chen Huangpi was very curious: "Huang Er, how did you become evil out of nowhere?"
The last time Huang Er transformed into an evil creature.
That's because in the Yellow Springs, it absorbed the power of another Nine Underworld Divine Lamp, which is the lamp oil of its clone.
The lamp oil had long been contaminated.
Therefore, Huang Er became evil.
Today, there is neither contaminated lamp oil nor its clones.
How can it become evil?
"Benjia, you don't understand."
The brass oil lamp said seriously: "I am the Nine Nether God Lamp, which is extremely evil. If the temple master had not divided me into countless parts and let my clones suppress the old temple, I would have become evil long ago."
"And once is new, twice is familiar."
"I transformed into something evil once, and I can do it again."
The brass oil lamp's tone was extremely firm.
It was telling the truth. If it wanted to, it could really transform into an evil creature on the spot.
Or rather, it doesn't think so.
But after becoming an evil being once, that feeling has been deeply rooted in its mind, as if it is always tempting it to become evil.
However, when it comes to evil nature, the brass oil lamp is naturally more evil than anything else.
Since it doesn't want to be evil, it can naturally resist that temptation.
Now it only needs to respond to that temptation to naturally become evil.
Chen Huangpi understood the meaning of the brass oil lamp.
He controlled the magic tree again and smashed the huge palm that Song Yuzhang stretched into the painting.
Then, he endured the severe pain and said to the brass oil lamp: "If you can become evil if you want, doesn't that mean that you are evil in nature?"
The brass oil lamp subconsciously retorted: "I am the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, what does it have to do with evil?"
Chen Huangpi said: "You are more evil than the evil one, and you can change whenever you want. You still say you are not the evil one?"
"I suspect that when Master created you, he intended to create an evil creature!"
"No way, absolutely impossible."
The brass oil lamp was rejected without a second thought.
If it were before, it might have been persuaded by Chen Huangpi, because it is not impossible.
But since he knew that he had some ability to transform into a Yin spirit.
The brass oil lamp had long gone.
It is the Nine Underworld Divine Lamp, a treasure of the Jingxian Temple with unlimited potential like the Golden Summit Sky Lamp.
The background is great and the background is extraordinary.
Besides, when it was created, the changes in heaven and earth had just begun, and even evil things had not appeared yet.
"Benjia, I won't waste my time talking to you."
The brass oil lamp took a deep breath and said earnestly: "After I become evil, you must use the Dog Taming Sutra and your evil eye to control me as soon as possible, otherwise I might..."
"Wait, when did I get so many evil eyes?"
The brass oil lamp was surprised to find that dozens of evil eyes had appeared on its body at some point.
Silently, it was not discovered until now.
"Just when you said you were going to transform into an evil being."
Chen Huangpi said comfortingly: "I know you too well. If you were to transform into an evil being, you would definitely become a traitor at the first opportunity. You might even join forces with Song Yuzhang to deal with me. Don't worry, I won't give you this opportunity."
"You still understand me."
The brass oil lamp said with emotion: "Remember to ask the abbot to be gentler. He could have easily changed me back with just one sentence, but he insisted on beating me with a bamboo stick. The abbot is too petty."
Chen Huangpi said: "If Master hits you, I will definitely defend you with all my strength."
Although he said so, Chen Huangpi was secretly thinking in his heart: "If I can't protect him, then I can't protect him. Huang Er, you don't want me to get beaten with you, do you?"
Fortunately, the copper oil lamp was also thinking in his heart: "After I return to the temple and change back, I, Huang Er, will report the matter of Xuzhou City today to the temple master with exaggeration and severely report you, Chen Huangpi. You forced me to do this."
As he spoke, the bright yellow light from the brass oil lamp suddenly began to flicker.
It has begun its transformation since it proposed to become evil.
At this moment, a strange and cold aura slowly emerged from the brass oil lamp.
call……
A cold wind blew.
The bright light suddenly became cold and bleak, turning into a pale green netherworld fire.
Then, the brass oil lamp, which was so tattered and bumpy that no one would even look at it if it were thrown on the street, was instantly covered with rust.
But that's not all.
Brass oil lamp, or the Nine Hells Divine Lamp.
This is just the way it is.
The netherworld fire burned extremely violently.
Gradually, a black dot suddenly appeared at the top of the light.
The more the underworld fire burns, the faster the black spots appear.
……
Xuzhou City has turned into a painting.
That is the magical power of the paper man.
All the living beings still in Xuzhou City have become the little people in this painting.
And outside this scroll, stood an extremely huge evil god.
That evil god is Song Yuzhang.
Its face is overlaid on top of the scroll.
A pair of eyes filled with gray mist were extremely cold and cruel, without any emotion at all.
During its lifetime, it was the City God of Xuzhou City.
After death, he turned into an evil spirit, which became the natural law of Xuzhou City. Although Chen Huangpi was difficult to deal with, it was impossible for him to escape after being locked in the painting. He had plenty of time and patience to integrate it into the painting.
But now.
A hint of surprise and uncertainty flashed across Song Yuzhang's eyes.
It felt that there was something else in this painting besides tangerine peel.
It seems that an extremely powerful evil has appeared again.
However, what surprised it was that the evil was new, and it was transformed from the most inconspicuous and easily overlooked tattered oil lamp beside Chen Huangpi.
Song Yuzhang knew exactly what happened in Xuzhou City.
But, it never noticed the existence of the brass oil lamp.
Because most of the time, the brass oil lamp was hanging on Chen Huangpi's body, as if he were dead, and even his words were transmitted from his heart. No one could imagine that this thing had such power.
What Song Yuzhang found most incomprehensible was.
It actually instinctively wanted to get the oil lamp.
It was as if, as long as one got that oil lamp, one would have tremendous fortune and become even more extraordinary.
"I want this oil lamp!"
For the first time, Song Yuzhang spoke to the Chen Huangpi in the painting: "Give it to me, and I will let you go."
The sound was as loud as thunder.
Chen Huangpi was too lazy to pay attention to Song Yuzhang.
Just think of it as farting.
Huang Er had said long ago that when the gods saw it, they would desire it like a dog seeing shit.
Therefore, as long as there are gods, Huang Er basically pretends to be dead.
Now that Song Yuzhang has turned into an evil god, he still wants to get Huang Er.
Seeing this, Song Yuzhang said impatiently: "Give it to me, don't let it turn into evil, I will let you go, and I will give you good fortune."
It could clearly feel that the brass oil lamp turned into something evil.
The desire that made it want it so much, the fortune that it wanted so much, was gradually disappearing.
But Chen Huangpi just ignored it.
This made it unable to sit still any longer.
"Go, grab it for me!"
Song Yuzhang shouted angrily, and thunder exploded in Xuzhou City.
Endless gray fog was spreading madly.
Like a raging wave, it crashed into the cover made of black smoke.
Rumble…
When the gray fog met the black smoke, a violent explosion occurred.
But in that gray fog, countless figures rushed up like an overwhelming force.
Among those figures, there are evil gods and cultivators. They are all puppets and extensions of Song Yuzhang’s will.
"What can a mere evil creature do to me?"
Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged, made hand seals with his hands, and with the billowing black smoke surrounding his body, he instantly rushed towards the evil creatures and killed them.
The black smoke is very strange, so strange that it swallows everything.
Those evil creatures were contaminated by the black smoke and were immediately swallowed up by it.
Even if more evil spirits come, they will only seek death.
Moreover, Chen Huangpi did not sit there and wait for death. He was still trying to use the evil eye to control the evil spirits summoned by Song Yuzhang. However, his progress was slow because Song Yuzhang would also compete with him for the control of the evil spirits, causing them to die one after another.
For a moment, the old stories of the Song family reappeared.
"Huang Er, how long do you have?"
The Nine Hell Divine Lamp did not respond, but the entire lamp body began to turn dark.
This time it turned into something evil, and seemed a little different from before.
Last time it was passive, this time it is active.
It neither grew any ferocious and sharp teeth, nor did it scream "kill, kill, kill" crazily.
It seems like it just changed the color.
At this time, the soul-seeking ghost who had been observing the surroundings suddenly said, "Master, do you still remember the Yellow Peril?"
"The Yellow Peril?"
Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Of course I remember it, Ah Gui, you mentioned it... I understand what you mean."
As he spoke, Chen Huangpi looked vigilantly at the evil creatures around him.
The evil ones don't understand why.
Chen Huangpi did not let his guard down.
When the Yellow Peril struck, there were four gods in total, including the Fox Mountain God, who provided protection.
Everyone thought that the Yellow Peril would not succeed and that they could just hold out until dawn.
But who would have thought that the Twelve Madams were infected by the Yellow Peril, and even though they used a scapegoat, it still inevitably became a flaw.
If the fortress is strong, then break it from the inside.
This is just one of the Yellow Peril's methods. Song Yuzhang has been the city god of the state for so many years, he must be very shrewd. Sending the evil spirits to their deaths is definitely just a way to cover up his purpose.
But the evil ones didn't have any problems.
Chen Huangpi is confident that his evil eyes can see through all illusions.
So, he turned his gaze to the people who had escaped from Dingxianglou with him.
"There is a traitor among us."
"This traitor is not evil."
These people lowered their heads in fear.
No one dared to look Chen Huangpi in the eye.
Seeing this, Shadow Xieyi couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, Song Yuzhang is attracted by popularity. Anyone who has absorbed popularity will be affected by it. These mortals are the source of popularity. Although they are as weak as grass, they will not become puppets."
"They are not traitors."
"Lord Yang, you are absolutely right."
Chen Huangpi drew out the Dongxu Divine Sword and said coldly: "They are indeed not traitors, because you are."
As he said that, he stabbed a sword into the shadow's evil body.
(End of this chapter)