Cang Mo stared sharply at the hospital entrance. Everyone followed his gaze and suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Seven or eight wooden men in green clothes were seen staggering into the courtyard. The lower half of their originally smooth faces were all now gouged out with bloody gashes. They held short daggers that shone with a cold light in their hands. A creepy "gurgling" sound came from their throats, which was obviously caused by the shrill scream just now.
"That, there's one over there too!" Su Jingui screamed in horror, his whole body trembling as he pointed to the other side of the yard.
Behind the rockery and under the corridor, more than a dozen wooden figures with the same bloody smiles appeared one after another. From all directions, densely packed green-clothed puppets appeared like ghosts, holding knives and approaching them step by step with stiff but fast steps, forming a suffocating circle.
"Get back in!" Cang Mo shouted sharply.
The wooden man at the head suddenly rushed forward and stabbed with a knife. Cang Mo's eyes froze, he raised his leg and kicked him with a huge force, knocking down the people behind him. He pulled Lin Qingyang back to the room. Jian Hong and Su Jingui didn't dare to lift him up when they saw this, and retreated into the hall after rolling and crawling.
Several people hurriedly closed the heavy carved door. Just as the door was about to close, a wooden arm holding a knife suddenly got stuck in the crack of the door! Cang Mo's expression did not change, he grabbed the hard sacred wood arm with one hand and folded it mercilessly. There was a crisp "click" sound, and the wooden arm was broken off and thrown at his feet.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
There was a violent crash outside the door. Those wooden men were like mad dogs who knew no pain and had no reason to hit the door panel with their bodies. The huge impact shook the door frame and made the whole building seem to tremble. The muscles of Cang Mo's arms were knotted and the veins popped out. He was holding on to the door. The heavy door panel made an overwhelmed "crunch" under the violent impact.
"This door won't last long, we have to find another exit!" Lin Qingyang shouted.
He quickly looked around. There was no back door in the Xuanji Pavilion hall. The only sign of life was the carved wooden windows on both sides. He quickly rushed to the window and pushed hard with both hands, but found that the window sash did not move at all!
Lin Qingyang frowned and increased his strength, but the window still showed no response. When he took a closer look, his heart suddenly felt cold, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead - this was not a window at all! It was just a window shape carved out of a solid piece of sacred wood, without even a single gap for ventilation!
Obviously, when the ancestors of Tianxuan Pavilion were carving this walnut, they only carved an appearance to save trouble or for some kind of prohibition!
Unbelieving, he rushed to the window on the other side, with the same result.
"Damn! You must be sick! You have time to carve so many disgusting wooden figures, but you don't carve the windows through!" Lin Qingyang couldn't help but curse.
At this moment, Su Jingui, who was holding the door together, screamed and jumped up. A short knife pierced the door panel directly and tore through the clothes on his back. Fortunately, the soft gold armor blocked it and prevented him from being stabbed through.
When Su Jingui withdrew his force, the door was almost knocked open. Fortunately, Cang Mo gritted his teeth and pushed back with his shoulder. At the same time, another short knife suddenly pierced the thick door panel. The tip of the knife, with flying sawdust, stopped only half an inch away from Cang Mo's side face. The cold air almost touched his skin.
The punctured cracks in the door panel expanded rapidly like a spider web, and the sound of the wood breaking became more and more intense.
"This door is going to break. Think of a way!" Su Jingui shouted while holding the door.
Jian Hong had a sullen face and tightened his grip on the long sword full of gaps in his hand. He said nothing, but a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
Lin Qingyang quickly looked around. The Xuanji Pavilion seemed to have become an airtight death prison at this time, and they were trapped animals waiting to be slaughtered in the cage. In the end, his eyes were fixed on the several crane bronze lampstands with dancing flames in the corner of the room.
"Use fire! Wood is afraid of fire!" Lin Qingyang pointed at the lampstand and shouted loudly.
Before he finished speaking, there was a deafening sound of shattering, and the door panel behind him finally couldn't bear it anymore and exploded!
Cang Mo reacted very quickly and quickly dodged to avoid several short knives that were thrust in. Su Jingui also rolled and crawled to the side. The wooden men outside the door rushed in like a group of zombies, with bloody smiles on their faces.
At the critical moment, Lin Qingyang rushed to the door, kicked up and knocked down the crane lampstand that was half a man tall. The hot lamp oil in the lamp tray spilled out, accurately splashing on the wooden figures rushing in front, and the flames instantly jumped up and turned into a ball of flames with a "boom".
Jian Hong also reacted and cut off the tray of the lampstand on the other side with a sword. The burning tray flew out like a bolide and hit the pile of wooden figures that followed.
Cang Mo quickly stepped to the other side, grabbed the heavy pure copper lampstand with one hand, and smashed it directly into the dense crowd of wooden figures as if wielding a giant hammer. Several wooden figures were smashed to the ground with broken bones and tendons, and their clothes were quickly ignited. Immediately afterwards, the dry sacred wood body became the best fuel and began to burn blazingly.
When Lin Qingyang saw the fire starting, he immediately tore off the calligraphy, painting, gauze and other flammable objects in the room and threw them into the fire. The fire quickly increased and turned into a wall of fire in an instant.
Although those wooden figures were fierce, they were still wood after all, and they let out extremely sad screams when swallowed by the fire. They brandished daggers, ran rampant in the room like headless flies, and ignited each other. The "crackling" sounds of wood exploding came one after another, and the entire hall turned into a sea of fire.
Cang Mo grabbed Lin Qingyang's waist and kicked several burning wooden figures away one after another, tearing a path out of them.
Taking advantage of the chaos, several people rushed out of Xuanji Pavilion. When they rushed out of the courtyard, Lin Qingyang did not forget to lock the courtyard door tightly, completely shutting in the crazy Huo Ren.
The four of them ran all the way until they retreated to the small river outside before stopping out of breath. The four of them were all in utter embarrassment now, and they had completely lost the neat clothes they had when they first appeared. Above the Xuanji Pavilion in the distance, the originally exquisite and elegant vermilion red building was now swallowed up by the soaring flames, thick smoke billowed into the sky, and faint screams could be heard accompanied by the "crackling" sound of wood exploding.
Su Jingui sat paralyzed on the ground, his valuable clothes in tatters. He gasped and said, "He is too cruel. We are all members of the Immortal Alliance, but he actually... actually wants to kill us all! I have never offended him!"
Jian Hong looked ugly and could not speak.
Lin Qingyang frowned and was a little confused. Seeing that the wound on Cang Mo's shoulder was oozing blood again, he removed the wound and bandaged it again. While tying the knot, Cang Mo's eyes suddenly sharpened and he suddenly turned his head to stare at the path behind the people.
Seeing this, the others also became alert. Jian Hong tightened his grip on the sword, while Su Jingui hid behind Jian Hong.
The weeping willow at the end of the path was pushed aside at will, and Li Tian was seen walking out slowly holding two shiny white jade wine bottles in his hands.
Seeing the four people who were described as embarrassed, covered in blood and charred ashes, they looked stunned and asked with a strange look on their faces, "What's wrong with you?"