The thick fog enveloped the place like a substance and gradually thinned, revealing a strange scene.
Lu San and Wu Ba turned around and looked around, but they saw an ancient street mixed with bluestone slabs and rammed earth beneath their feet, extending in all directions with no end in sight.
The fog is dim and the houses on both sides are dilapidated, as if you have entered the ghost world.
When the two of them saw this, their hearts trembled.
Wu Ba clenched his iron fist and looked around cautiously, while Lu San pinched Yang Seal with his hand and listened attentively.
Entering this Nine Gates Yin Ruins, Divine Ability spell can still be performed.
Some special magic weapons, such as Li Yan Severing Dust Blade, can also be used.
But Tiger Crouching Cannon like Wu Ba cannot appear in this space.
At this moment, Lu San suddenly moved his ears slightly and made a shushing gesture.
Wu Ba quickly lowered his body and looked into the distance.
Susu~
In the mist, a figure slowly appeared.
It was a huge rat, sneaking around, sometimes walking upright, sometimes lying on the ground sniffing around, resembling a little thief.
This guy is still alive...
Lu San showed a smile after seeing it.
This guy is a rat spirit who hides in Nine Gates Yin Ruins and specializes in stealing the incense of the Land Master.
Li Yan followed the other party and sneaked into this place.
The Land God Temple entrance at that time had been discovered and destroyed by the Court of the Imperial Clan. Unexpectedly, this guy escaped and is still alive today.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the rat spirit turned into smoke and penetrated into the ground.
Lu San's ears moved slightly, and he also pulled Wu Ba to hide in a dilapidated house.
After a while, several yellow-robed warlocks appeared from a distance.
They all held ancient jade sacrificial vessels in their hands, with Yellow Talisman tied to their feet. The wind was howling, and the mist dragons were surging along with them. It was obvious that they had used some kind of mysterious magic.
In just the blink of an eye, these Court of the Imperial Clan warlocks disappeared.
"What to do?"
Wu Ba loosened his clenched fists and asked in a muffled voice.
Since Nine Gates Yin Ruins's incident, Court of the Imperial Clan had strengthened their guards. Fatty Lin took advantage of the academy's opening ceremony to sneak in.
Now it is even more difficult for them to enter.
Lu San looked thoughtfully at the rat spirit that appeared sneakily again, laughed dumbly, winked, and said, "Follow it."
The two of them held their breath and concentrated on sneaking along the bluestone streets.
Just as Lu San thought, this rat demon can survive in Nine Gates Yin Ruins for so long, so it must have a special sense of danger.
Every time a Court of the Imperial Clan patrol team approaches, it will disappear quickly.
The two of them successfully passed the Court of the Imperial Clan defense line.
In the mist, the outline of a towering tower slowly emerged.
There are three big characters written on it, Chongwen Gate.
The towering city gate is suspended in the air and moves slowly.
If you move to a special location, the city gate will also rumble open.
The rat spirit leading the way, without any hesitation, swooped through the city gate and disappeared in the air.
"Follow up!"
Lu San gave a low drink and jumped up with Wu Ba.
Time is running out, Fatty Lin and Divine Soul are in danger the longer they stay trapped inside.
He knew that this place was dangerous, but he didn't care too much.
After a slight feeling of obstruction, the scene in front of me suddenly turned upside down!
The dense fog was torn open, and a harsh noise rushed towards us.
"What's going on?"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Lu San was stunned for a moment.
He remembered Li Yan said that after Chongwen Gate there were weird streets and ghost markets.
However, things have changed now.
In front of him was a brightly lit academy corridor.
The carved beams and painted buildings, the sound of books reading loudly, the Confucian scholars wearing long robes from the previous dynasty, sitting upright, reciting "The Master Said Poetry Cloud", sandalwood incense lingering, and the portraits of sages hanging high on the four walls, creating a scene of the heyday of civilization.
"This is..." Wu Ba was stunned, not knowing where to move his huge body.
Lu San, however, keenly smelled an almost inaudible smell of blood in the air.
However, the peaceful atmosphere of the book in front of me only lasted less than a breath, and it was like a picture being torn from it.
The sound of books turned into a shrill scream!
The bright lights were instantly soaked in blood.
The faces of those gentle Confucian scholars were distorted and became extremely ferocious, with their eyes red. They were holding spears and scimitars, and they were killing each other like crazy demons.
Their long robes were stained with blood, and the portraits of saints were torn to pieces and trampled on. The sounds of swords clashing, bones and flesh breaking, and dying cries intertwined into a cruel symphony of hell.
"Kill! Kill all the sour scholars!"
"Protect my cultural heritage! Kill the traitors!"
Crazy roars hit the eardrums of the two of them.
This is not a simple battle, but complete madness.
A breath of suffocating murderous intent and bloody violence, like a real tide, suddenly submerged Lu San and Wu Ba.
"Let's go!"
Seeing the crazy scholars rushing towards him, Lu San dragged Wu Ba away.
He knew that these were flashbacks from the past and could not be killed.
As for what happened, he didn't bother to find out.
This academy is extremely huge, so they were inevitably overtaken by crazy scholars. Fortunately, Wu Ba opened the way with force and knocked away all the weird scholars blocking the way.
If all spiritual pets cannot be brought in, Lu San's combat power will be greatly reduced.
Wow!
As soon as I rushed out of the gate, the scene of "Academy Blood Prison" in front of me was like a broken mirror!
The two of them were unsteady on their feet and stumbled backwards. They felt that the world was spinning and they appeared in another place.
Boom!
In an instant, the deafening roar of artillery fire replaced the fighting.
The scorching airwaves, laden with gunpowder smoke and burnt smell, violently impacted the senses.
They were standing on a dilapidated tower!
Underfoot is the burning city of purgatory.
Huge earthen cannons were spitting flames from their muzzles, and below the city were strange-looking rebels wielding various weapons, with the lotus mark of the Maitreya Sect painted on their foreheads, and the armored Foreign Lands cavalry riding tall horses.
The city wall was blasted like tofu by Hongyi cannons, creating a huge gap. The soldiers guarding the city, wearing Former Dynasty Da Xing tattered armor, fell like grass.
"Heavenly fire! Buddha's heavenly fire has come to the world!"
"Destroy the city! Leave no chickens or dogs behind!"
The roar of the rebels, the collision of weapons, the neighing of war horses, the wails of the wounded, the crackle of fire... countless sounds mixed with the hot air flow, forming a destructive storm that will completely tear the intruder to pieces.
The city walls were shaking violently, stones were falling, and the entire space was filled with the heartbreaking din of war.
Time was stretched here, and they seemed to have fallen into the center of this siege that lasted for unknown length of time. Every moment was extremely painful.
After another charge, the two finally escaped from the battlefield.
Absolute silence fell instantly, almost making their ears ring.
The dazzling sunlight disappeared, replaced by a lifeless darkness.
But I saw them standing on a bluestone street. There were rows of shops on both sides of the street, with their doors wide open and their hanging banners motionless in the windless air.
The stalls are filled with all kinds of items: porcelain, silk and satin, spices, mountain products... There is a dazzling array of items, but they are all covered with thick dust and the colors are as dim as an old painting covered with dust.
Strangely, there was no one on the street.
It was so eerily quiet that you could even hear the rustling sound of dust falling.
The bloody smell of gunpowder from the previous war turned into an indescribable musty smell and a faint smell of corpses, like countless dead rats piled up and putrefying.
Behind every shop and every door, there seemed to be countless pairs of empty eyes peering into the darkness.
The two of them looked around cautiously, feeling like their hairs were standing on end.
How crazy the noise just now was, and how suffocating the dead silence now is.
In a short period of time, they traveled through three completely different time and space images in a row. The intense sensory impact and the tearing feeling of time and space dislocation made the two people who walked out of the bloody storm feel strong dizziness and exhaustion deep in their souls.
This is no simple fantasy!
Lu San felt cold in his heart, and he vaguely understood the reason.
They seemed to be trapped in some powerful space-time vortex.
The nine gates connect the "fragments" left behind at different historical points in the capital, filled with strong obsessions or imprints of huge disasters. Each fragment is an independent time and space cage.
Once you fall into it, you will be firmly attracted and lost by its specific "rules" and remaining thoughts. You will exhaust your Divine Soul power in the endless cycle of terror, and eventually become a part of this ruins.
Disappear like those floating shadows that may have been intruders.
The rat spirit from before has long since disappeared.
Or maybe it's part of this weird Nine Gates Yin Ruins.
The two cheered up and continued searching.
Maybe I was lucky and discovered the anomaly quickly.
"Look!"
Wu Ba The urn opened its mouth and pointed forward.
Lu San followed his gaze, and his eyes suddenly condensed.
But at the end of the street on the left corner, under dim light, there was an unusually huge piece of paper money hanging on the door of a dilapidated compound!
The paper money was simple in shape, far from being an ordinary funeral offering. It had a "Zhu" imprint printed on it, and was surrounded by twisted ink runes like ghost claws, with burnt scorch marks on the edges.
A kind of icy-cold Yin Qi crawled up my spine from a long distance away.
"Jiao Ziwu's emblem!"
Lu San's heart suddenly sank.
Previously, he followed Li Yan to find the root of Zhao Qingxu, and he was very familiar with this symbol.
Jiaoziwu, the source of paper currency issuance in the Song Dynasty, also suffered from excessive issuance and collapse. The ancient book <Da Zhong Xiangfu Bianliang Anecdote Record> recorded this incident.
Among them, "Yizhou Jiaozi Office Paper Demon" who caused trouble was Zhao Qingxu in his previous life.
"Moving!"
Wu Ba lowered his body sharply and blocked Lu San.
Squeak--
Accompanied by a heart-wrenching sound, the ajar courtyard door of blue bricks automatically opened inward without any wind!
The moment the door opened, a richer smell, mixed with the aroma of aged paper ink, sandalwood and rotten wood, hit the nostrils.
The scene in the courtyard instantly made their pupils shrink suddenly.
Where is the abandoned courtyard?
It turned out to be a grand, solemn and ancient hall!
A tall wooden counter stretches across the front. The dark wood is glowing with light. Rows of carved cash cabinets have tightly closed drawers. There are also ink-stained scales, arithmetic chips and talisman pens stained with ink on the counter.
It is like a Jiaoziwu branch of the Song Dynasty that has disappeared for thousands of years.
However, what really makes people feel chilled is the scene in the center of the hall.
Kong Shangzhao, Lin Yu, and Kuai Dayou stood in a small circle with their backs to the door, their postures as stiff as marionettes.
Their faces were blue and white, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and the corners of their mouths were strangely pulled upward, condensing a creepy "joyful" expression.
What's even more shocking is that at the back of each of them, there is a piece of pale, vertical paper money stuck tightly!
The style of paper money is the same as that on the lintel.
At this moment, the paper money was rising and falling slightly, like a parasitic living thing.
The air flow in the hall is surging, and hundreds of pale paper money of the same format are flying in the wind, like a swarm of living white butterflies, densely packed and buzzing, forming a strange white "curtain".
They gather and disperse, drawing icy trails in the sky.
Every time it passed over the heads of the three people, it brought out a stronger smell of sandalwood and coldness.
If Li Yan is here, you will find that this is the spell used by Zhao Qingxu, but now it has become some kind of trap.
"Be careful!" Lu San stopped Wu Ba who was about to enter.
However, the movement underfoot still alerted the ghost thing inside.
But when I saw Fatty Lin, Kong Shangzhao, and Kuai Dayou, they suddenly turned around 180 degrees as if being pulled by invisible threads!
Their faces still had that stiff expression of "joy".
Controlled by the paper money, it suddenly pounced outward.
The movements of the three of them were unimaginable, not at all the speed of a living person.
Lin Yu's fat body collided with Wu Ba's fist with unusual flexibility.
The arms are folded together, as if they will die together.
Kong Shangzhao pulled out a talisman pen covered in cinnabar from nowhere. The tip of the pen had an evil penetrating power and pointed at the flaw in Lu San's ribs.
Kuai Dayou wears pointed awl finger cots on his ten fingers, and looks directly into Wu Ba's eyes!
The three people who were controlled were actually able to use their own martial arts.
"Hit the talisman behind them!"
Lu San turned around and went around behind Fatty Lin.
Wu Ba also opened his big hand like cattail leaf fan and held down the crazy Kong Shangzhao.
Stab!
Lu San directly tore off the paper money behind Fatty Lin, then quickly stepped forward and tore off the paper money behind the other two people who were suppressed by Wu Ba.
The moment the paper money disappeared, the three of them stopped, looking confused.
"Lu...Brother Lu brother?"
Fatty Lin was the first to come back, with a face full of surprise.
After asking about the reason, his face suddenly became full of embarrassment, "This... it's all thanks to you, brother Brother Lu, am I waiting for you..."
"Cut the nonsense!"
Lu San glanced coldly, "How did you get in here?"
"It was also a mistake."
Fatty Lin quickly explained, "We luckily escaped Court of the Imperial Clan, so we wandered around. This place is really weird, so we came here in a daze."
"Have you found the clue to Mount Taodu Wood?"
The matter has been revealed, Lu San no longer hides it, and asks directly.
"Right inside!"
Kuai Dayou pointed at the old bank and said, "Behind the accounting room is the scene Nuo God Temple at that time, but it was specially set up to intercept it. There must be clues in it."
"Hmm."
Lu San nodded and came to the door.
He danced weird dance steps with his feet, and at the same time he patted his chest with his hands, and made a sound like a drum in his mouth, which was desolate and heroic, but with a hint of sadness.
"Why did you dance..."
Kuai Dayou frowned, a little curious.
Before he finished speaking, Kong Shangzhao covered his mouth and whispered, "This is the method of summoning souls by the ancient witches in Chu. Don't disturb me."
Kuai Dayou was even more confused when he heard this.
Faced with this evil thing, what are you using Soul Summoning Art for?
Before he could think about it, his eyes widened.
But I saw the paper money flying all over the sky, turning into flames and dissipating one by one, leaving not even ashes, and the vague human figures also disappeared into the sky.
Kong Shangzhao suddenly understood, his face stiffened, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"How many people has this monster killed..."
He never understood why Li Yan and others were chasing after Jianmu.
But seeing this moment in front of me, I completely made up my mind...