Crashing In!

Chapter 21: Intrusion!

Ma Shangfeng, a first-rank military official of the Great Ming Dynasty.

Protected by the Dragon-Tiger Aura of the imperial court and imbued with the emperor's vitality, he could, to a certain extent, restrain the Fusang Ghost King.

Precisely because of this, even though he was naturally cowardly and lacked the spirit to sacrifice himself for the sake of the common people, Hermit Caolu was still willing to set aside his status as an Earth Immortal to deceive him, making him believe he had died and was currently in a state of post-mortem spiritual channeling, having been transformed into a guardian Celestial Team member through sorcery.

However, Ma Shangfeng, who had accepted his identity as a celestial being, was now ignoring all decorum, lying in a corner with a look of utter despair on his face, chanting like a monk, "I'm so hungry, I'm starving to death. If I don't eat soon, I'm going to die of hunger right here..."

Silver-Armored Divine General Xiaogui, upon hearing this, suppressed the hunger in his own stomach and continued to bluff, "Celestial beings smell the essence, while mortals taste the flavor. How could you be hungry? It must be a hallucination."

"..." Ma Shangfeng.

In truth, he didn't lack the conviction of being a god, but his stomach was indeed aching with hunger. After all, he had just fought a great battle against the Fusang Ghost King before being swept away by a mysterious gate that appeared in the sky, landing in this strange environment.

Could it be that he wasn't used to being a god yet?

His simple mind began to think earnestly, and he actually felt he had found the correct answer.

Xiaogui, having successfully utilized his specialty to fool his junior brother, secretly swallowed his saliva and held his breath, puffing out his empty stomach to keep it from growling and ruining his master's plan.

Until... a savory scent drifted into his nose.

Saliva secreted involuntarily.

Unable to maintain his composure, Xiaogui, who also felt like he was starving to death, crawled on the floor toward the source of the scent. Ma Shangfeng, who was on the verge of hallucinating from hunger, also instantly perked up, his face filled with disbelief.

The priest went fishing, and the willing took the bait.

Soon, the door was opened from the inside.

Two bowls of chicken leg rice came into view, the skin tender and golden, looking incredibly succulent...

"Two little brothers, you must be starving. Hurry, take them and eat." The middle-aged priest wore a kind smile.

Bang! The door slammed shut.

Coming from ancient times, Xiaogui had never seen anyone dressed like this. His guard was extremely high, so he immediately grabbed the tray, pulled it into the room, and locked the door simultaneously.

Eat the sugar-coated shell.

The cannonball? Send it back!

Sounds of frantic eating drifted from inside, sounding exactly like starving dogs fighting for food, leaving the priest looking helpless as he shook his head at the monk behind him, "Let's wait a little longer."

Meanwhile.

At the Ferocious Ghost Mansion where the Shazhou Team was located, Da Sha, who had loosened his belt and was busy playing the role of an undead knight, kept feeling hungry. His whole body felt limp and weak, and only now was he regaining some strength.

"How strange."

"It feels like I'm being haunted by a ghost tonight."

Muttering a few words, he began a new round of output, while the female ghost leaned against the corner of the elevator, head hanging in silence.

[House of the Master]

At this moment, the otherwise quiet church suddenly welcomed a black car without license plates, which parked silently in front of the building.

In the driver's seat, a man looked at the sign and couldn't help but sneer. In the back seat sat two expressionless men who were no different from puppets.

Moreover, each of them held a black bag in their hands.

The driver knew exactly what was inside—filthy things: several large bags of blood plasma from promiscuous AIDS patients or syphilis sufferers.

Mixed in were various animal feces, black dog blood, as well as dead rats and cockroaches.

Holy?

No, it would soon be reeking with bad luck.

Bang! The sound of the car doors being slammed shut echoed in unison. The two men in black in the back seat walked side by side toward the church, their limbs unnaturally stiff, as if they couldn't even bend their joints. At this moment, the rebuffed priest had returned to his room to rest, and the other monks had left the hall one after another, leaving only one person behind, silently cleaning up.

He was a bit drowsy, and although he saw the two men walking toward him quickly, he didn't take it to heart, guessing from past experience—they probably did something shameful and wanted to confess before the statue of God in the middle of the night.

Until... a foul, sky-high stench spread, and the holy place was defiled by all kinds of filth.

Black mist immediately surged from the crucifix, and the weather outside changed accordingly, giving rise to an inescapable, fishy, foul-smelling fog that shrouded the surrounding area.

The Ghost King had returned to the world!

Just then, the person guarding the car, no longer fearing the holy power of the church, rushed to the door of the prayer hall:

"My Lord, please follow me. The commotion you've created is too great; it might alert..."

Before he could finish, his hair was blown back by a strange gust of wind.

A sky-high ghostly aura rushed toward him—with a green face and fangs, the figure wore an ancient suit of armor woven from bamboo strips, hemp rope, leather, and iron plates, looking extremely striking.

As an evil cultivator from the Fusang nation, the driver recognized at a glance that this was the style of armor from the Azuchi-Momoyama period in their history, and he became even more convinced that he had found the right target.

"Lead the way!" the Ghost King growled: "Terrifying enemies are approaching."

In fact, he had already sensed Hermit Caolu's two disciples, the so-called Gold and Silver Generals, hiding in the church, and could have finished them off with a little effort.

However, a great enemy was closing in, and his own condition was extremely poor. The Ghost King dared not waste time, especially after having been suppressed by holy objects, thinking he would never see the light of day again...

Escape! Restore his strength!

In an instant, the evil cultivator who had released the Fusang Ghost King was snatched up, tasked with guiding the way.

The two walking corpses responsible for scattering the filth paused in their steps, turned around, and headed deep into the church.

Behind them.

The monk who had been cleaning the floor collapsed backward, his face turning black and purple as he drew his final breath.

In truth, the Fusang Ghost King had no interest in attacking a mere mortal, but the mere aura of his emergence had easily scattered the man's soul into nothingness.

"My lord, we are from the Nine Chrysanthemums..."

Before the words could finish, and before the evil cultivator could complete his introduction, the Ghost King immediately caught the scent of death.

A scorching sphere was closing in.

Driven by instinct, he violently flung the junior he was holding, attempting to obstruct the attack, completely indifferent to the fact that the man had just rescued him.

As for the Ghost King himself, he did not dare to hesitate, instantly splitting into several parts and fleeing in every direction at extreme speed, as if using some secret technique that burned his life force; it seemed as though every one of them was the true body, yet they also appeared to be nothing more than illusions.

Rumble! The next moment, fire-attribute chakra soared into the sky, ominous and tyrannical, the towering orange-red light resembling a natural disaster as it illuminated the park.

It was fortunate that the explosion occurred in a non-residential area, otherwise, there would have been countless casualties! "I knew it... things wouldn't be that simple. Good fortune like the last trial—hitting a stationary target and taking his life while he was weak—is hard to replicate."

Fang Xiu landed on the ground.

The announcement of the Main God rang in his ears.

--Killed a Nine Chrysanthemums Sect evil cultivator, obtained 100 reward points.

Nine Chrysanthemums?

Another faction from the Hong Kong Ghost Stories!

Originating from the movie Magic Cop!--[Triggered side quest: Eradicate the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect stronghold on Hong Kong Island, time limit 12 hours.

Upon completion, participating Reincarnators will be awarded two D-rank side plots and 1000 reward points based on individual contribution.]