Jiang Nuo didn't target the two hands that were still flying around, but instead used a series of quick cuts to sever the severed limb that had automatically clenched into a fist after falling to the ground.
"Your palm is empty?" Si Yan asked, puzzled.
"The empty shape..."
Jiang Nuo tilted her head, looked at Si Yan, and then touched her own eyes. "It's the shape of my eyes."
Si Yan understood, and turned back to look at the two hands that were precisely reaching out to grab the person.
"Eye-controlled attack."
Jiang Nuo stepped onto the bamboo house window, leaped onto the roof, and looked down. Her palms were still closed, but when she reached out to grab someone, her eyes could be vaguely seen moving through the gaps.
" Zhang Quan! Poke your palm!" Jiang Nuo shouted.
Zhang Quan immediately leaped up, his pupils suddenly turning black, and amidst the pervasive Corpse Qi, an even more bizarre and immense power erupted.
"Ha!"
Zhang Quan flew above, his five fingers tracing across the trembling eyeball, then tightly gripped and pulled it out.
The eyeball was as big as a normal person's head. After Zhang Quan crushed it, a thick, fragrant liquid oozed out.
It was the fragrance of the flowers that they smelled.
Zhang Quan returned to normal and turned to look at the limp, lifeless hand that dangled limply across the cracked pavement.
Meanwhile, the flowers on the left side of the road withered rapidly, losing all their nutrients in an instant, and the hazy mist gradually dissipated.
Holy crap... Zhang Quan, are you...? Are you still the Zhang Quan I know?!
I thought Zhang Quan was just here to loaf around and maybe catch a glimpse of his idol, but I never expected him to be this strong!
"Wait... why do I feel like I've seen Zhang Quan's movement technique somewhere before?"
I agree, but he wasn't in the earlier episodes!
"So that's how it is..."
Zhou Ling murmured, and in perfect unison with Tuoba Hong, they dealt with the fleshy hand on the right, mimicking his actions by crushing the eyeball.
The flowers in Sleeping Village are gone, the ground is withered, and it is even more desolate.
Zhang Quan walked to Jiang Nuo, who had returned to the road, and whispered, "The power in this monster's eyes is somewhat similar to... your power."
Jiang Nuo nodded. "That's normal."
His eyes were also stolen from dungeon monsters. If the monsters in Sleeping Village were also deployed by System 024, they would be somewhat of the same lineage.
The monsters on the road and underground have been dealt with, but the villagers in the Sleeping Village still haven't woken up.
Feimina: "I need to cast a purification spell as soon as possible."
"Let's go, to that temple."
Perhaps infected by their sleepy expressions, Jiang Nuo also yawned and slowly walked deeper into the Sleeping Village.
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Many temples in remote villages are a mixture of Daoist and Buddhist systems, with the specific beliefs being basically the same, and the deities worshipped are all very similar.
But this was still the first time the group of guests had seen such a strange deity being worshipped.
"Who is this deity...?"
Jiang Nuo was initially speechless at the ugliness, but after a few seconds she turned to the people behind her and asked, "Has anyone seen this before?"
Everyone shook their heads in unison.
Si Yan: "It seems that this deity is not among the currently known pantheons."
Zhou Ling: "Could it be the mountain god of Feng Mountain?"
Si Yan shook his head, stating firmly, " Feng Mountain connects to the gates of the Underworld; it wouldn't allow a mountain god to exist there."
Tuoba Hong leaned closer to examine the couplet on the plaque. "What... no... is this Chinese? I can't understand it."
"Could it be that this is a minority group with its own unique language and script?"
Feimina gasped softly, took out a thick black book from her storage magic ring, flipped through the bronze pages, and found the corresponding symbol inside.
"I remember! It's a magic spell! Derived from mysterious Greek mythology, it means..."
Feimina paused, her fingertips brushing over the symbols as she silently recited them and matched them with the couplets above.
"In July... Sangyage will descend upon this place with pure... holy wine..."
"Believers water Paradise with holy wine, and amidst blooming flowers... welcome His arrival."
"People who suffer year after year, sleep peacefully in the comfort of the Nine-Headed Mountain God. The dying flames cannot extinguish the will of the believers; He is about to be reborn, or He will die..."
After translating, Feimina herself was bewildered. She looked at Jiang Nuo, "Uh... Captain, do you know what it means?"
Jiang Nuo: "..."
What a coincidence! I didn't know that.
They gathered around and began to unravel the mystery sentence by sentence.
Jiang Nuo analyzed, following Si Yan's finger.
"As can be inferred from the text, the believers used holy wine to water the flowers that grew in Paradise, the same poisonous flowers that grew from the bamboo huts to the main road."
Si Yan pointed behind him with his free hand, "This guy should be the Nine-Headed Mountain God... or Sangyage?"
Zhou Ling frowned, her white eyes sweeping over the deity statue that looked more like a standard monster than a monster itself, before she looked away.
"Then who is He?"
Tuoba Hong: "What does it mean that the dying flames cannot extinguish the believer's will?"
Silence fell, and no one knew.
[He's actually completed the guessing game!]
So why do villages nestled in the mountains of Huaxia possess magic reminiscent of ancient Greek mythology...?
Sorry... my focus is that Feng Mountain is actually the closest place to the Underworld!!
With her slender fingertips lightly tapping the corner of her left eye, Jiang Nuo frowned in thought, "Why is it July again..."
The turmoil before Feng Mountain occurred in July, and his birth also took place in July.
What does July really represent?
He turned around, picked up a stone from outside the temple, and threw it at the face of the statue.
Clatter
The stone fell to the ground; the sculpture was unharmed, but the damage was extremely significant.
After two seconds of silence, the stone eyes of the statue suddenly moved and stared straight at Jiang Nuo.
"Oh, it really is conscious."
A smile crept across Jiang Nuo's lips as she swung the red rope around her wrist, striking the statue squarely across the face with several resounding slaps.
The repeated provocations clearly angered the deity, causing turmoil to erupt inside the temple, and the main gate slammed shut with a bang.
"Careful!"
Feimina exclaimed in surprise and reached out to grab Zhou Ling, but she was half a step too slow. Vines suddenly sprouted from behind the statue and wrapped around Zhou Ling's waist.
Zhou Ling reacted immediately, spun around to dodge, and pulled out a dagger to cut the vines.
The fragrance of flowers, even stronger than that of the road surface, spread.
The statue suddenly shattered, shocking everyone. As if their consciousness had been manipulated, the entire guest group collapsed to the ground.
Holy crap???
[Holy crap, what does this mean?? Everything's gone at the start?]
Even God Nuo was affected!
[Both God Nuo and Si Jiaojiao have fallen victim to this, what's the point of playing anymore?!]