Chapter 546 Guess
Chapter 546 Guess
Zhou Ting felt a little regretful at this time, as the saying goes, one wrong step leads to all wrong steps.
He should not have been so anxious to kill the old night watchman earlier, because the clapper and gong were in the old night watchman's hands and would not be damaged when used.
The clapper and gong were not his belongings. Not only were they laborious for him to use, but every time he used them he would damage the spiritual objects.
All in all, he should make full use of the old night watchman and extend the service life of the clappers and gongs.
However, it's too late to say anything now.
"The house is broken!"
Just when Zhou Ting was daydreaming, Mei Xiangu suddenly shouted.
Sure enough, the already shaky guest room collapsed completely.
Night suddenly fell before everyone. For the first time, they found themselves in Taiping Village without any shelter when the moon was high in the sky.
"Brother Zhou, hurry up and ring the night watch!"
Among the people present, Du Qiping had the weakest cultivation. When he saw the house was damaged, he couldn't help but shout.
"Not urgent!"
Zhou Ting said: "We have only explored the village during the day, and have not yet taken a good look at the night view of Taiping Village. Who knows what we can find here?"
Zhou Ting was actually also afraid, but he tried to remain calm and looked towards the pond in the distance.
Mei Xiangu also said at this time: "Yes, there are still a few drought demons pestering the officers, so we are safe for the time being."
As she spoke, she suddenly flew up and headed towards the pond.
Zhou Ting and Wang Yanyu followed closely behind, and the rest of the people naturally did not dare to stay there alone.
The group did not actually move towards the direction of the pond, but instead stopped on a rooftop somewhere far away from the aftermath of the battle.
"Go to hell, you scoundrels! Go to hell, you scoundrels!"
From the direction of the pond, the evil shouts of the soldiers could be heard from time to time.
Zhou Ting watched from afar and saw that the two soldiers' souls had become so dim that they were about to collapse at any time under the attack of the four drought demons.
It was hard to imagine that three of the five soldiers who were so arrogant at the time were killed by the old village master. Now there were only two left, and they were about to become extinct.
"We can't let these two evil soldiers die so easily."
Wang Yanyu spoke, and Zhou Ting beside her nodded.
He decisively struck the gong, and the sky suddenly brightened up amid the sounds of the gong and the clappers.
"Okay, you few troublemakers, go to hell!"
The two soldiers over there suddenly became more solid in spirit and body after daybreak, and their cultivation seemed to be increasing rapidly.
In contrast, the drought demons unearthed from the ponds had obviously stiff limbs and became unresponsive.
"So, Hanba is restricted during the day, while Junhan evil spirit is stronger during the day. If that's the case, why doesn't Junhan evil spirit cause trouble during the day, but comes out at night instead?"
He watched as the drought demons were being chased by two evil soldiers and dived into the coffin pond, and he couldn't help but feel confused.
But soon, after those drought demons disappeared in the pond, he was relieved.
"Look at the sky!"
When Mei Xiangu was speaking, everyone looked up and saw only a mace hanging high in the air.
"This land god has gone crazy. Retreat, retreat quickly!"
The two soldiers who were actively chasing after Hanba let out a loud and evil roar, and quickly disappeared into the ground.
As the evil spirit of the military man disappeared, the mace in the air slowly began to fade away, and finally disappeared completely from everyone's sight. "What a great power! But when the mace appeared, did you guys feel anything unusual?"
Zhou Ting asked Wang Yanyu and others.
After thinking for a while, Wang Yanyu said, "As soon as the mace appeared, my Qi couldn't circulate. Not only that, I always felt that the mace had locked onto me, and no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't escape its attack range."
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple named Feng also said, "Yes, I feel the same way. It's as if the mace was made specifically to kill me."
After hearing this, Zhou Ting nodded and looked at Mei Xiangu and the others: "What do you think?"
Mei Xiangu frowned and said, "I don't feel the same way as you do. Not only is my Qi flowing well, but it seems that this mace is not that scary."
Du Qiping and others also nodded, admitting that they shared the same feelings as Mei Xiangu.
Zhou Ting took a deep breath and said, "So, this mace is used to kill officials - whether they are human or ghost?"
If you think about it, this is actually quite logical.
When they first entered Taiping Village, a disciple of the Wendao Sect died.
It was later confirmed that the disciple who escaped from Taiping Village but died under the mace was one of the five officials.
It was later confirmed that villagers could kill commoners but not officials - as if being an official meant they had to have an advantage over commoners.
But in this world, is there any good thing where one party gets all the benefits? Everything has its own principles of mutual growth and mutual restraint.
"So, in this village, the villagers can kill the white bodies, but the white bodies are not afraid of the 'wolf club'! Although the official bodies are not afraid of the villagers, they will definitely be attacked by the 'wolf club'."
Zhou Ting's words were obviously a bold guess, and the disciple named Feng was the first to question, "How could Bai Shen not be afraid of the power of the mace?"
Zhou Ting said: "According to my speculation, there is still a way to survive, that is to leave Taiping Village and seek help from the sect."
Everyone looked at each other, especially the white-robed people, whose expressions changed constantly.
If it is true as Zhou Ting said, the mace will not attack people of white status. Then, it will be very easy for them to survive in Taiping Village.
But are things really that simple?
"Whether he can survive or not, we just need to find someone to try it out. Mei Xiangu spoke up, looked around and asked, "However, this is just a guess after all. Whether he can survive or not is still unknown. Who dares to take the risk and try it?"
No one said anything. The white-collar workers all hoped that Zhou Ting's guess was correct, but they were also afraid that Zhou Ting was wrong.
"Why not draw lots?"
The three white-skinned people present looked at each other and nodded at this time.
Soon Zhou Ting took out three sticks from his storage bag and said, "Among these three sticks, one is the best one. Whoever catches the best one will go back to the sect to ask for help!"
He squeezed the three sticks tightly and handed them to Mei Xiangu and the other two.
Soon, the male disciple took out his own lot, and it was unclear whether he was happy or afraid with a look on his face.
"I, I have a very good fortune in my hand!"
Zhou Ting smiled and said, "Brother, don't be afraid. I think my guess is correct. When the old village chief comes over, I will send him away. You follow Miss Wang and ask Miss Wang to take you out of the village!"
According to speculation, if a person leaves the village alone, he will not be attacked by maces. But since he has entered the village, how can the villagers of Taiping Village let him leave alone?
Therefore, if a commoner wants to leave the village, he must be escorted by an official.
Among the people present, the man surnamed Feng and Wang Yanyu were officials. So one of them had to be chosen to escort him, so as to ensure that the male disciple would not be harmed by the villagers.
At this point, the male disciple who drew the best lot had no choice but to nod.
At the same time, after daybreak, several residents of Taiping Village opened their gates. The old villager was running towards Zhou Ting with a group of people, and Zhou Ting also led his disciple Feng and Du Qiping to meet him.
(End of this chapter)