Chapter 253: Kill again!

Chapter 253: Kill again!

Chapter 253 Kill again!
Black smoke flowed from the mouths and noses of the Ghost Mother Cult prisoners of war. The black smoke was heavier than the air and did not float upwards, but gurgled downwards, spreading like a layer of sticky black oil on the bottom of the boat.

Seeing the soldiers' hands withering and shrinking along with the prisoners' hands, the nearest martial artists rushed to jump into the river, fearing that they would be contaminated by the bad luck.

Among the many people fleeing, only Liang Qu went against the black smoke, grabbed the believers' collars and threw them into the water, unafraid of the strangeness of the black smoke.

This was indeed the case. The strange black smoke had no effect on Liang Qu. The moment it touched him, it was like melting ice and snow, making a crackling sound and only causing a slight burning sensation in his palms.

It has become lighter.

There was nothing unusual when throwing the first cultist, but when Liang Qu threw the last few prisoners, their weight was completely different from that of a normal martial artist.

At least one-third lighter.

After dozens of prisoners were thrown into the water, the river water was covered with a layer of black.

The martial artists who had jumped off the boat swam hurriedly to the other side and climbed back up, their bodies dripping with wet water.

"Torches, torches!"

Xiang Fangsu stretched out his hand and yelled.

Several soldiers who were farther away reacted quickly, using fire starters to ignite the kerosene-soaked torches, and flames suddenly rose.

Xiang Fangsu took the torch, stood at the bow and held it high. The orange light illuminated the surroundings.

As the source was cut off, the black smoke at the bottom of the ship quickly faded, and instead a sticky black water escaped from the water, as if someone had poured a large amount of ink into it.

The ink was invisible and spread in all directions, but only three feet close to the Broadbelly Ark, where it dispersed in thin air, revealing a circle of clear transparency. Something was invisibly preventing the spread of the black fog.

There is no doubt that it was Liang Qu's credit.

The martial artists on the boat were safe, but the porpoises that had been clinging to the boat were in trouble. They howled in dissatisfaction and swam farther away to avoid the spread of the black fog.

The two small boats next to them were not so lucky. Without Liang Qu's help, the martial artists had to all jump into the water.

At this time, the entire ship was filled with black fog, which overflowed and flowed down along the hull, just like a pot of hot water poured outdoors in winter.

"A water!"

Xiang Fangsu shouted.

Liang Qu actually practiced a method to ward off evil spirits, and it seemed that he had achieved certain results, which was rare for someone of his age.

"clear."

Liang Qu understood what he meant.

He leaped onto the other two ships, throwing the lifeless prisoners far away.

The difference in feel was even more obvious at this time. The weight was reduced by half, and something flowed away from the bodies of the Ghost Mother Cult members along with the black mist.

The black fog on the boat stopped spreading and gradually dissipated over time. The martial artists around grabbed the edge of the boat and returned to the boat.

The ominous black fog could not affect the other party at all, and there was a hint of inexplicable awe in everyone's eyes.

Liang Qu walked back along the edge of the boat and asked what the black smoke was.

"The 'remains' after the death of the Martial Saint"

Xiang Fangsu's words are concise and to the point.

"evil?"

Liang Qu remembered what Ran Zhongshi once said to him.

The realm of Martial Saint is extremely mysterious. Even if the physical body is destroyed, it is still possible for the will to linger on. However, the will without the physical body can be easily disturbed by external objects, and the strange things that are finally formed are collectively called "evil"!
Ran Zhongshi nodded upon hearing this: “The effect and intensity of evil are mostly related to one’s strength and obsession during one’s lifetime.

The "evil" of the Ghost Mother Cult has spread very widely, encompassing almost all of its followers, but it is usually kept hidden.

We previously thought that it was because a certain key condition was not triggered.”

"The key condition..." Liang Qu looked at the island in the night, "Zhenxiang or hunting tigers?"

Ran Zhongshi nodded in agreement. It was obvious that there were not enough ordinary believers to trigger the special conditions.

Xiang Fangsu took a punting stick and moved the corpses of the Ghost Mother Sect members floating on the water. He placed the tip of the pole against one side and pushed hard to flip one person over.

His face was haggard, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyeballs were shriveled and completely devoid of moisture, as if they had been sucked dry.

He then grasped the hand of the soldier who had first come into contact with the believers. It was dry, cracked, and full of wrinkles, without a single greasy luster.

If you ignore the thick beard, it looks like an old man's hand, at least seventy or eighty years old.

"The blood is very weak, and the life force in my hand has been drained."

A fine layer of oily sweat appeared on the soldier's forehead, and his vitality was drained, which did not sound good no matter how you looked at it.

Xiang Fangsu waved her hand: "It's okay, I'll give you two bottles of Qi and Blood Pills when I get back and you'll recover. There's no damage to the roots."

People are too deeply involved in the Ghost Mother Sect and are severely affected, and their death is beyond death.

The sergeants were different. If they were slightly infected, they could go back and take some healing medicine and rest. It would not be difficult to recover. It would take more than a month to recover. Ran Zhongshi held his chin and said, "Such a large-scale drain of vitality must have flowed to other places..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ship shook, ripples appeared on the water again, and a loud roar was heard from the island chain again, verifying Ran Zhongshi's guess.

The battle is not over!
"My master and the others will be okay, right?"

Xiang Fangsu patted Liang Qu on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, we borrowed the Martial Saint's Mysterious Weapon just to take into account unexpected situations. No matter how strange the remaining 'evil' of the Ghost Mother Cult is, its activator is only a Grandmaster at best. The gap in quality is insurmountable!"

The surging power once again swept across the night sky, and the vibration lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

As a participant before, I just felt like a flower in the surging tide. Now, as a bystander, I can feel the power of the huge waves even more. The invisible wall of air is pressing everyone to the point of suffocation.

The whole island was peaceful again.

"Row the boat over!"

Xiang Fangsu stood at the bow holding up a torch and gave orders. Several wide-bellied boats, under the control of the soldiers, rushed to the other end of the island.

As the long oars were rowed, the inky black waves were pushed away, and the entire area around the island seemed to be polluted by oil, and the water area turned completely dark brown.

Walking along the island, Liang Qu saw many martial artists encountering the same situation.

The bodies of prisoners of war were lying inside the ship, black air was flowing out, and the entire ship was in ruins.

They were not so lucky as to have an "evil-breaking" martial artist like Liang Qu, all of whom were now soaking in water.

Only a few places ended late and did not have time to clean up the battlefield, so they escaped and stayed on the boat.

"Ke Wenbin, why are you so wet?"

Xiang Fangsu stood on the bow of the boat and laughed at Ke Wenbin in the water.

Ke Wenbin spat out a mouthful of water, swam to the side of the boat, grabbed the edge of the boat and climbed onto the boat. He wrung out the water stains on his hair, and said with his hair disheveled, "Damn it, how come you are okay? Didn't you bring the prisoners on board?"

Ran Zhongshi pointed to Liangqu next to him and said, "Thanks to Ah Shui."

When Ke Wenbin saw the impenetrable black water around him, he immediately figured out what was going on and slapped his thigh.

"Damn, if I had known I would have let Shui join my team!"

There are very few martial arts techniques that have the property of warding off evil spirits, and those that do exist are quite difficult to practice.

The most important thing is that the cost-effectiveness of training is not high. Who would want to deal with the "remnants" of the Grandmaster or the Martial Saint all day long?

But it is especially important when needed.

At the moment, Liang Qu is simply the most eye-catching person in the whole venue, a torch that illuminates the darkness, and a very popular person.

Everyone wanted to be closer to him to avoid being contaminated by the strange black aura.

As everyone brought along the martial artists who had fallen into the water one after another, the fleet expanded to twelve ships. They finally arrived at the halfway point of the entire island chain and saw an extremely spectacular scene.

The high black cliffs plunged straight into the swamp, and the waves hit the cliffs and rolled back.

A straight passage that could accommodate ships suddenly appeared in the center of the entire island. The cliffs on both sides were as smooth as mirrors, with occasional wisps of black air floating down.

Countless broken logs floated on the water, being knocked aside by the fleet of boats.

Liang Qu raised his head and looked to both sides: "Did this passage exist originally?"

Xiang Fangsu took out a map from his waist, thought about it, and put it away without unfolding it.

He was sure that such a striking terrain was definitely not on the previous map.

In other words, just showed up.

When the boat entered the passage for a distance, Xu Yuelong and eight other tiger hunting masters stood on the cliff in a rather embarrassed manner. Five of them were standing and three were lying, all of them with some energy remaining.

Liang Qu saw Yang Dongxiong among them, his body covered in blood and his hair disheveled, but he was still standing, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a big deal if you just lie down.

Seeing Liang Qu on the small boat, Xu Yuelong and his companions jumped into the boat, while Wei Lin and his companions waited for a while and jumped onto another boat.

"Damn it, how unlucky! Those two masters were already dead, but somehow they came back to life!"

Sui Hongyan, deputy commander of the Monster Hunting Bureau, took off his blood-stained clothes, revealing his muscular upper body. He leaned against the edge of the boat, breathing heavily and grumbling.

Resurrection from the dead?
Everyone present held their breath.

Xiang Fangsu and Ran Zhongshi asked hurriedly: "What then?"

"We'll just have to kill them all over again."

Xu Yuelong cursed.

(End of this chapter)