coobybook Chapter 82 The Lost City of Time 2
Chapter 82 The Lost City of Time 2
The commotion was enormous; the death immediately attracted the attention of the guards who were searching for people ahead.
A group of people ran out and saw Cheng Jiu, who was full of murderous intent, and the corpse lying on the ground. The leader opened his mouth as if to reprimand him.
But when he met Cheng Jiu's murderous eyes, he choked up and couldn't make a sound, not daring to provoke her.
He ordered his men to carry the body away, and then left with them.
With their leader dead, the caravan fell into disarray. They dared not seek justice for their leader and instead distanced themselves from Cheng Jiu.
That scene must have been quite intimidating! After it happened, the number of people staring at the two of them decreased dramatically.
As soon as Cheng Jiu met their gaze, they dared not look again and immediately lowered their heads.
Seeing Cheng Jiu rejoin the queue, some people who had been intimidated by her gaze became angry and embarrassed.
"Damn it, you little bitch! What's she so smug about? No man would ever want someone like her!" the man cursed under his breath.
His companion, who had been about to agree, was suddenly covered in warm blood! The man who had been laughing and joking with him just moments before was now decapitated!
He wanted to scream, but the sword that had killed his companion was recalled by the little girl, who didn't even turn her head.
He immediately screamed, his voice choked with terror, and looked at the girl with dread. The other person was actually a cultivator! And a cultivator of considerable strength at that!
After killing two people, the people in line no longer dared to look at Cheng Jiu and his group. Some people kicked the car next to them that was carrying female prisoners, cursing them under their breath, but dared not name them.
She even kept a close eye on Cheng Jiu, afraid that her gaze would fall on her again.
The female prisoners in the car also noticed the commotion. Their feelings towards Cheng Jiu varied: some were numb, some were envious, and some were mocking... The world is full of different reactions.
Perhaps because Cheng Jiu was too ruthless while queuing, the guards didn't dare to make things too difficult for the group. After paying the entrance fee, they let them pass.
A low-grade spirit stone.
Since they were unfamiliar with the area, the group first went to the teahouse next door, which was the building that Cheng Jiu had previously looted. It was built with a large stone, and the interior space had been dug out.
It is extremely wild and has an exotic feel.
Teahouses are the best place to gather information.
"Guests, what would you like to order?" The seven people found a table and sat down.
"Just bring out your best stuff," Yingyue said.
"?" The teahouse owner looked confused. "Guests, what would you like to do?"
Yingyue was observing the flow of people below. Hearing his words, she became somewhat impatient and repeated, "Just give us whatever you have!"
"?" The teahouse owner still looked confused.
Yingyue suspected he was teasing her, and Wen Sishu realized, "Senior sister, do you think he doesn't understand?"
Yingyue looked at the shopkeeper to make sure he was treating them with respect as guests, and not playing tricks on her. Together with the shopkeeper, they drew and wrote, and finally the shopkeeper understood that this customer wanted to serve everything!
Hehe, looks like we've met a big shot! But the language of these people from the Central Plains is really hard to understand!
The city only brought Yingyue and Cheng Jiu oppression and suffocation. All the women who went out were covered up completely, and even so, some people said that it was too licentious!
Too dissolute! These four words were practically testing the limits of Cheng Jiu and Ying Yue's sanity!
What kind of weird place have they come to?!
"Hehe, big brother, I didn't expect so many sheep to come today. We'll have to have a good competition today and see who can shoot the most!"
A rough, hoarse voice came from next door. A tall, thin man and a burly man looked down at the crowd below with malice in their eyes.
Without any attempt to conceal their actions, they leaped into the crowd below, drawing their swords and slashing, amidst screams and cries for help.
The people sitting in the teahouse watched the human tragedy below with indifference. Wen Sishu couldn't bear it any longer, so he flew down and struck each person with a palm.
He beat the two men so badly they vomited blood. The two men looked at this young upstart who dared to disturb their enjoyment, even though they knew from the fight that he was stronger than them.
A hint of malice flashed in their eyes as they attacked Wen Sishu, their movements accompanied by flowing black spiritual energy.
"Demonic cultivator!"
Upstairs, Cheng Jiu and Ying Yue couldn't sit still either. The shadow cast on them by that demonic cultivator when they first started their training was still there.
Wen Sishu was just a pill cultivator, and upon seeing the black aura emanating from the two, he immediately hid inside the pill furnace.
Cheng Jiu jumped down from the building, wielding the Heavenly Wood Sword, and attacked the two men. One of them held a blood rope, and the other held a banner.
As they danced, the blood rope tried to bind Cheng, and the vengeful ghost howled from within the banner.
Cheng Jiu bent down to dodge the blood rope, and the Heavenly Eye Sword mercilessly cut the Ghost Banner in half.
With his natal weapon damaged, the burly man cried out in pain. Looking at the menacing Cheng Jiu, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He actually destroyed his own natal magic weapon!
The vengeful spirit, now freed from its restraints, burst forth from the banner. This spirit, transformed by demonic cultivation, was utterly devoid of consciousness.
"Niu Gou Dan, are you crazy!" the tall, thin man next to him exclaimed incredulously. "You idiot, if you want to die, then die yourself, don't drag me down with you!"
As soon as the vengeful ghost appeared, it devoured the demonic cultivator. It then split into three waves: one wave attacked Cheng Jiu, another targeted the tall, thin man, but the majority of the attacks targeted the innocent civilians around them.
They had no cultivation whatsoever; in the face of the vengeful ghost, they were merely snacks on a plate.
Scattering in all directions to escape, the people fled desperately. Gongcheng Gongyu and his companions from the upper floor also jumped down to rescue the suffering people. Gongcheng Gongyu then set up an array to firmly bind the ghosts.
Nan Yanzhe tried to convert these ghosts, but fortunately, they were not very powerful.
Cheng Jiu dodged the attacks of the ghosts, and his sword mercilessly pierced the chest of the tall, thin man. The man closed his eyes amidst wails and pleas for mercy.
From killing to converting the ghost, it only took half an hour.
Everything calmed down. Wen Sishu leaped out of the alchemy furnace and looked at the corpses on the ground: "It's finally over. I thought they had a way to rapidly increase their cultivation level like Liao Wuxin!"
Cheng Jiu stared at his Heavenly Wood Sword for a moment, then said after a long pause, "It's different. Liao Wuxin's technique is even more sinister and unsettling than the other two's."
"This tiny, dilapidated city actually has demonic cultivators," Liu Shaoyuan exclaimed.
“Don’t even mention demonic cultivators, there are evil cultivators too!” Gong Yu said, “I told my brother about this before.”
"But Junior Sister, you've become increasingly irritable since we arrived in this city. Are you really alright?" Gong Cheng looked at Cheng Jiu with concern in his eyes.
"Brother, you're overthinking it. Has Junior Sister done anything wrong since she entered the city?" Gong Yu didn't think anything was wrong; he just felt that his brother was overthinking things.
Cheng Jiu wiped the Heavenly Wood Sword, becoming increasingly agitated with each wipe.
The people who had been frightened away returned when they saw the two thugs dead.
Their gazes made the two of them extremely uncomfortable.
When they looked at Wen Sishu, their eyes were filled with admiration, respect, and gratitude.
But Cheng Jiu and Ying Yue felt the disdain, disapproval, and even contempt in the gazes they received.
In any case, they couldn't sense much positive emotion from these people's gazes. If Cheng Jiu hadn't been so fierce and constantly wiping his sword, people would probably have been pointing fingers at the two of them.
There were just too many stares, and Cheng Jiu didn't even know how to direct his anger.
It's that kind of feeling that's neither painful nor itchy, but absolutely disgusting.
People are like mirrors; if others respond with positive emotions, even if you have a lot of negative emotions inside, they will still be expressed positively.
However, if others respond with negative emotions, no matter how much positive emotion you have inside, expressing it will still be considered negative.
The two were in such a state that it was difficult for them to give anyone in the city a friendly look.