Chapter 176 Killing Game
Chapter 176 Killing Game
Ye Yilan was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Isn't this the end yet?"
As she spoke, she subconsciously recalled the assassination process, and the fear still lingered in her heart.
Using the aura in her body as a guide, he created the fact that she was possessed, causing Gu Zhuo to be seriously injured after saving someone, and then an assassin disguised as a doctor was waiting by her side to ensure that nothing could go wrong...
No matter how you look at it, this plan can be considered comprehensive, and it is completely sufficient to deal with a young practitioner who has not yet reached the state of unity.
Gu Zhuo didn't explain. He patted the little girl's head and said, "You should have a good rest first."
Then he dragged the doctor's body out of the room.
The blood had just left a mark on the floor, and before it could emit a smell, the flame formed by the true essence burned over and burned it all to ashes.
Ye's father and mother had already heard the thud. They were worried but did not dare to push the door open. At this moment, they suddenly saw Gu Zhuo dragging the doctor's body out. Their heads suddenly buzzed and their vision almost went black.
"Ye Yilan is well now."
Gu Zhuo's voice was calm and even, without any emotion: "This doctor is a killer from Wuyou Mountain. There will be more coming for me next time. You just stay and take good care of her."
Hearing this, Father Ye came back to his senses with difficulty, roughly understood what had happened, and his face became even paler.
Gu Zhuo shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to say any more nonsense and should just leave.
The Ye family mansion is not very big. Under normal circumstances, it is only about a hundred steps away and will take less than half a quarter of an hour.
However, just as he turned a corner and was alone, a sigh floated in the evening rain.
Gu Zhuo has always had a good memory.
He remembered clearly what his friend said to him about the scenery of Baidi Mountain more than a hundred years ago, and he had not forgotten even a single word. So how could he forget the voice he heard just six days ago?
"I feel a little strange..."
He said calmly, "Isn't it the rule of Wuyou Mountain not to talk nonsense? Why did you sigh the first time?"
As he finished speaking, the wind and rain suddenly got stronger.
Jin Cancan's voice sounded, with obvious regret: "The rules are indeed this rule, but didn't the Demon Lord also say something? The ancestors are not enough to follow, so what rules in this world can't be changed?"
Gu Zhuo did not reply.
The moment he heard these words, a golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes, without any sign at all.
The countless raindrops floating in the air reflected the golden light, and it looked like countless lakes illuminated by the setting sun, of varying sizes and all shining brightly.
The darkness here was broken.
The picture is very beautiful.
However, what was hidden within was a great danger. The golden light was like invisible flames, falling on Gu Zhuo's body and bringing him a strong burning sensation, with the ability to destroy his bones.
Then, a new light burst out from the raindrops.
Countless tiny rays of light, with raindrops as their base points, continuously linked together into lines, forming a cage visible to the naked eye in a very short time, trapping Gu Zhuo deeply inside.
Perhaps the name Jin Cancan comes from this.
This is undoubtedly his most proud Taoist method, almost a supernatural power.
It was extremely prudent to use this method to launch a sneak attack on a junior who was far behind him in realm.
"I really don't want to kill you."
Jin Cancan looked at Gu Zhuo, silently activated the Taoism, and said, "This is your own choice."
There's obviously something else behind his words.
Gu Zhuo seemed not to understand, so he ignored it and said calmly, "Really?"
He looked indifferently at the cage that imprisoned him, and at the golden light that should have illuminated the whole area, but was miraculously confined to this courtyard, without leaking out at all.
At this moment, he felt like he was in a huge iron box. The golden light was emitted by the iron box after it burned violently, and it pierced into his eyes.
In less than half a minute, he would be buried in the golden light, without even ashes left, let alone remains... if nothing unexpected happened.
Gu Zhuo did not try to call out loudly, because there was no way the sound could pass through this Taoist magic and reach the ears of others.
The gap between their realms was too huge. In this situation, no matter what kind of Taoism or even supernatural powers he used, it would be difficult for him to truly escape from the current predicament. Moreover, he had just recently paid a huge mental and physical loss to save Ye Yilan.
What's more, Jin Cancan is a strong man in the entire cultivation world. It is impossible for him to lose his combat power just because his Taoist magic is broken. He still needs to face a cultivator in the Immaculate Realm who is extremely good at killing.
No matter how you think about it, no matter who looks at it, this is a dead end in an objective sense.
Perhaps because of this, Jin Cancan's expression relaxed and she felt like chatting with Gu Zhuo who was about to die.
"Want to know who bought your life?" he asked.
Gu Zhuo stretched out his hand and caught a raindrop that floated across the cage. He said indifferently, "Isn't this against the rules?"
Jin Cancan said sincerely: "Others are not in accordance with the rules, but you are special."
Gu Zhuo asked: "Should I feel honored by this?"
As he spoke, the drop of water that fell on his palm turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.
Maybe this is him a moment later.
On the other side of the wall, Ye's father and mother followed his instructions and entered the room to take care of Ye Yilan personally, asking about her well-being and looking very worried for her.
The doctor's body was left casually under the eaves, left to be beaten by the rain. The blood had long been washed away and no one cared.
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The city of Wangjing was desolate in the evening rain.
The supervisor in the underground palace was still concentrating on dealing with the talismans of the old imperial city's formation.
He stood in front of the big clock, his fingers in direct contact with the clock body, feeling the traces left by the years with his fingertips. He closed his eyes from time to time and thought quietly. His movements were much slower than before.
This is the last step in the renovation of the old imperial city. If something goes wrong, all the previous efforts may be wasted. So it is natural to be cautious.
Song Jinglun thought so.
At this moment, the supervisor suddenly opened his eyes, his expression extremely solemn.
Song Jinglun did not lose focus, and quickly came over and asked in a low voice: "Master, what's wrong?"
"problem occurs."
The supervisor's face looked very ugly.
Song Jinglun was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up at the talisman in front of him and the candlelight filling the underground palace, but found nothing unusual.
The supervisor sighed deeply and said, "Something happened to Gu Zhuo."
Song Jinglun was even more surprised and wondered how did you know this?
The Supervisor seemed to have guessed his thoughts and frowned as he said, "If I hadn't happened to be handling this talisman, the soul would have had some connection with the Wangjing ground veins, and the person who did it would have concealed it from me. I'm afraid the person who did it came from Wuyou Mountain."
Song Jinglun said: "Then...how should we save people now?"
The supervisor was silent for a moment, then said, "Go ahead."
Song Jinglun was stunned, his eyes widened, and he asked, "Me?"
He had just stepped into the realm of truth last winter, and now he was asked to cross several realms to save people?
"That's you."
The warden turned around and looked at him, saying seriously, "Because I can't get away right now, and once I know about this matter, I have to take care of it."
Song Jinglun remained silent, his expression normal.
The matter had been thoroughly explained, and the supervisor took out a talisman without hesitation, handed it over, and shouted decisively: "Go."
Song Jinglun took the talisman, and a breath naturally emerged in his sea of consciousness, guiding him in the direction. He took a deep breath, then took a step, left the underground palace, and ran into the rain.
During this time, he found a chance to take a look at the talisman given to him by the supervisor and discovered that it was the Purification Mantra.
This method originated from the Taoist concept of purity, which is highly praised by the world as the purity of heaven and earth and the invisible great way, which can make all things disappear and return to heaven and earth without leaving any trace.
Song Jinglun felt the raindrops falling on his body like swords, looking at the dark and vague world, and suddenly an irrepressible thought arose in the depths of his heart.
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After searching for a long time and going around several streets, Pei Jinge stopped in front of a restaurant.
She lowered her head and looked at the leaves that had been blown off her skirt by the rain, and the emotion in her eyes became increasingly dull.
Then she walked forward, entered the restaurant, and came to the door of the private room.
The young man in the private room has not left yet.
Pei Jinge walked in, closed the door, pulled out a chair and sat down.
The young man looked up at her, his eyes narrowed, his smile never fading.
Pei Jinge took off her bamboo hat and tied up her hair into a bun. Her hair did not fall down like a waterfall to frame her face, but her cool and pure look was still intact, except that the laziness of the past was less noticeable.
The young man smiled even more and said, "Aunt Pei, why are you here?"
It cannot be said that there are only a handful of people in the Sky Patrol Department who are qualified to call Pei Jinge like this; it can only be said that there are almost none. However, this young man is indeed special because he is De Qiusi, the only disciple of the department's chief.
"wrong……"
He suddenly frowned, stared at Pei Jinge, and said solemnly: "Aunt Pei, how did you find me?"
Pei Jinge said nothing.
De Qiusi sighed and said, "Aunt Pei, please don't be like this, I'm already under a lot of pressure now, and you came to my house for no reason. Are you really not going to let me pass?"
Pei Jinge said softly: "Have you said enough?"
De Qiusi shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "Probably not. After all, it's a rare opportunity, so I have to seize the opportunity to nag you. You know, when you were here, Aunt Pei, I had no place to talk."
The words were self-deprecating, but actually mocking, and the target of ridicule was of course Pei Jinge.
"Actually, I also want to reminisce with you, Aunt Pei."
He looked at Pei Jinge and said, "But today is really inconvenient. There is something important going on in the company. How about you come another day?"
Pei Jinge turned a deaf ear to it.
De Qiusi couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and thought to himself, when did you become this kind of person?
Given your previous temper, you should have taken action now, right?
Thinking of this, a bright smile appeared on his face again, and he said with a sigh: "You are a senior in the department. Although you are now unemployed by His Majesty, I still respect you. Since you are interested in today's matter, then come and watch it with me."
Pei Jinge still didn't speak.
De Qiusi said to himself, "When things are finished, I have something to ask of you."
Having said that, he stood up with a smile on his face, bowed respectfully to Pei Jinge, and asked sincerely: "When the time comes, Aunt Pei, remember to say a few good words to Master for me!"
Pei Jinge closed his eyes and rested.
De Qiusi looked at her, his smile gradually disappearing, and he asked with a strange look on his face, "You can't be here to take care of Gu Zhuo, right?"
Pei Jinge still didn't open her eyes, but she didn't remain silent and gave an answer.
"No."
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Those seemingly long times are often illusions created by countless fragments stacked together.
Trapped in a desperate situation in an objective sense, Gu Zhuo's eyes were not filled with memories of his past life, and his vision remained clear.
"You'll be dead in a little while."
Jin Cancan looked into his eyes and asked in confusion, "Are you not afraid at all?"
Gu Zhuo's eyes fell on his palm and he said, "You seem to be in the mood for chatting."
Jin Cancan sighed, "It's mainly because I've never done such a big business. You know how scary your identity is. How can I not be nervous when killing someone like you?"
“Human beings…”
His voice was full of emotion: "Once you panic and feel embarrassed, you have to find something to do to cover it up, right?"
Gu Zhuo said: "Then shouldn't you just kill me quickly and then turn around and walk away?"
Jin Cancan said honestly: "That's the truth, but business is not like that. Once you receive the money, you have to do what the customer wants."
Gu Zhuo raised his head, looked at the fat man standing not far away, and said, "That guest invited you here because he saw that you can talk?"
Jin Cancan smiled and said, "That's about it, but let me tell you, my disciple is actually much more talkative than I am. It's a pity that his realm is not high enough, so it's difficult for him to come and kill you."
Gu Zhuo thought it must be the one who was seeking knowledge.
Then he heard Jin Cancan's next words.
"It's almost time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cage suddenly shrank.
The raindrops in the sky evaporated in an instant, and mist emerged, flooding the entire courtyard like a tide.
Countless golden threads carrying terrifying heat slashed towards Gu Zhuo horizontally and vertically.
The gaps between the lines became smaller and smaller until not even a raindrop could pass through, let alone a person.
In the blink of an eye, the desperate situation has arrived.
Gu Zhuo's eyes were calm.
The objective facts that exist for others have nothing to do with him, because there has never been an ordinary person like him in the world.
At this moment, a loud shout broke through the rain curtain and appeared in the courtyard with strong anger.
It was an old voice.
Jin Cancan narrowed his eyes and wondered where this fearless old loser came from?
Gu Zhuo was a little surprised because he recognized who the voice belonged to.
The next moment, the visitor broke into the thick fog and encountered the golden cage head-on.
boom!
The direct collision of the two sides' true energy caused an extremely terrifying air wave, and the eerie tranquility in the courtyard could no longer be maintained.
The courtyard wall collapsed in an instant, bricks and stones splashed everywhere, and the rockery shattered.
The water in the pond evaporated, creating more mist, which was then quickly blown away.
There was still some golden light remaining in the fog, which had not completely dissipated, but it was much thinner and could be passed through.
Smoke and dust were everywhere.
An old man stood in front of Gu Zhuo, his hair disheveled, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were covered with burn marks.
But his back was still exceptionally straight, as if he wanted to prove something to the person behind him, even though he was seriously injured and almost dying.
This person is the vice-president of Changzhou Academy.
To be more precise, the former vice president.
(End of this chapter)