The Red Candle Ghost's Pursuit

Thick clouds obscured the sun, making it appear somewhat dim.

The area in front of the Guanlin Temple was filled with a chilling wind and an extremely somber atmosphere.

The first few men in this courtyard who raised their guns the fastest were all shot dead by Huo Ming.

The remaining men, still in shock, discovered that their superior and adjutant had turned against each other.

Zhang Yi only needed one step to go there, and only one step to come back.

He moved like a shadow, cutting through the air, and thrust his spear forward.

Adjutant Yang had no time to dodge and felt his pistol being struck by the tip of a melee weapon.

The barrel of the Mauser pistol twisted and shattered instantly at the firing pin.

Adjutant Yang dodged with all his might, but the gleaming spearhead pierced his left shoulder.

Blood gushed out.

The spearhead was thrust in and then withdrawn, instead pressing down on Adjutant Yang's shoulder, forcing him to his knees.

Zhang Yi leaned forward, veins throbbing on his temples. "Why did you betray me?"

Zhang Yi met Old Yang in his first month in the army.

Several years have passed.

Zhang Yi almost wanted to make an excuse for him after that shot, thinking he had fired the wrong shot.

But considering the location of that shot, and Old Yang's usual marksmanship and eyesight, this excuse simply doesn't hold water.

"Colonel, you won't gain true dignity that way."

Adjutant Yang winced in pain, blood trickling from between his teeth, but he laughed and said, "Only in our Great Han Military Government can you find truly like-minded people. Only there can you feel that everyone has human dignity."

Zhang Yi glared angrily, tightening his grip, and said, "So, being like-minded means like you, throwing your life away to cover for that person?"

The floor tiles, shaken by Zhang Yi's anger, developed a spiderweb-like crack and dented slightly.

He has no idea who I am.

Adjutant Yang still smiled, "Keeping him around will help me accomplish more."

Adjutant Yang chose a good position, on the side of the palace gate.

It was even just outside a pillar.

Lord Yuanli was inside the hall, but he couldn't see him anywhere. At this moment, he spoke calmly.

"These stubborn and foolish people are not fit to be kept..."

Lord Yuanli's expression suddenly changed slightly.

Just as Zhang Yi was about to deliver the fatal blow, a sense of foreboding struck him, and he tilted his head to the side.

In his field of vision, a sharp, cone-shaped bullet flew in from the side.

The warhead spirals forward at extremely high speed.

The entire edge of the brass bullet also faintly had a bluish-white sheen.

Zhang Yi had already dodged the bullet's direct trajectory.

But just as the bullet was about to pass in front of Zhang Yi, it suddenly slowed down.

BOOM!!

The warhead exploded automatically, scattering debris like dust, and a shockwave rippled outwards.

Zhang Yi closed his eyes in time, but still felt a sharp pain in both eyes.

The hand gripping the gun unconsciously loosened slightly.

Before he could make any move, he hurriedly dodged backward and moved away from his original position.

On the side wall of the courtyard, Huo Ming was half-crouched, holding a rifle in both hands.

Blood stains his battle robes, soaking through his armor; who dares to challenge him at Dangyang?

When Zhao Yun charged in and out of Changban Slope seven times, the infant he carried with him was not killed by the force of his attack.

The power of "The True Understanding of Dragon Courage" is such that extreme hardness turns into softness, and extreme speed turns into slowness.

This control over speed and trajectory can even be applied to warheads.

Huo Ming had been practicing with Chen Xuewen several times recently before he finally grasped this feeling.

One shot, one victory.

Huo Ming suddenly lunged down, his left hand already hoisting Adjutant Yang, onto his shoulder.

Without turning back, he pressed on, determined to run straight through the front of the main hall.

"How dare you!!"

Lord Yuanli inside the hall gave a low shout and was about to strike with his palm in mid-air.

Huo Ming didn't look to the side, but simply raised his right hand and fired the rifle.

The bullet flew out of the barrel, tracing a beautiful arc.

At the end of the blue-white arc was Cao Shaolin's eyeball.

Lord Yuanli's hand gesture changed, and he hurriedly intercepted the curved path ahead.

Even the old, blond-haired Daoist priest was afraid of that bullet; what other tricks could he possibly pull?

In the instant of interception, a layer of black and red light appeared on his hands as he actively grasped the bullet in his palm.

Thump!!

Lord Yuanli's palm vibrated slightly.

Huo Ming had already crossed the area in front of the main hall and escaped through the courtyard wall on the other side.

Two shots fired, in a straight line.

The person who had just escaped returned, rescued the person, and left!

"You bastard, how could I let you get away like this?"

Lord Yuanli's upper eyelids were a vivid red, as if they were burned red with anger.

With a flick of his eyelids, he reached down and pulled off the jade pendant at his waist.

"Five Rampancies Dharma Lord, in your past life a hundred years ago, the Fire Ghost chasing your soul, so be it!"

The jade pendant was originally like a half-burnt candle.

At this moment, urged on by Lord Yuanli's incantation, it actually melted into a pool of candle tears in his hand.

The candle tears tumbled twice, then sprang into the air, transforming into a streak of red light that chased after the palace.

Huo Ming carried Adjutant Yang and ran wildly across the countryside.

Adjutant Yang only saw the wild grass on the ground rushing past at high speed, and was both surprised and delighted. "You shouldn't know my identity, so why did you come to save me?"

"You helped, and besides, I guessed it."

Huo Ming was running wildly, his teeth not clenched to avoid the wind, and his reply was muffled.

Judging from their boots and saddles, you could tell they were probably from the capital.

Among the people sent from the capital to find Chen Xuewen was a master of the long spear.

There was also a member of that team who had been secretly reporting back to headquarters.

Huo Ming ran another two or three miles.

Ahead of them was an old doctor who was also running away. He deliberately slowed down and kept looking back as he ran.

Upon seeing Huo Ming, the doctor immediately said, "Let me carry it."

Huo Ming stopped, handed Adjutant Yang to the doctor, and his own chest suddenly heaved violently a few times.

Adjutant Yang was horrified to see this.

Black blood was flowing from Huo Ming's eyes, ears, and mouth.

"What's wrong with you?"

The doctor exclaimed, "He must have exerted too much force and then pulled back too quickly. I wonder what kind of technique he used to injure himself like that!"

"Just a blood clot..."

Huo Ming wiped his face, took a step forward, and hissed, "Keep running."

"Run to Luoyang Prison!"

The two started running again.

The sky was overcast, with thick clouds floating in the air.

The clouds and mist high in the sky stand opposite each other, towering like mountains.

At a height of only three or four meters above the ground, a red light was flying in pursuit.

The red light expanded as it flew.

It's as if a red flower blooms from the top, its petals layered and then gathered at the tail end, disappearing into the flames.

The red light grows larger and larger, like a skin shedding its old skin.

When the volume of the red light is approximately the size of an adult male.

A face, resembling both a lion and a man, emerged from the flames.

The red, unruly hair swirls in clusters, resembling the hairstyle of a stone lion.

However, his face was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with dark yellow eyes and protruding sharp teeth, which was quite different from the auspicious appearance of ordinary stone lions.

This is the Five Rampancies Dharma Lineage, and the leader of the sect a hundred years ago.

He fought a magical duel with someone, using evil magic to achieve a pyrrhic victory. His body was wrapped in red wax, and he was burned to death. After death, he transformed into Fire Ghost.

The descendant of the Five Rampancies took in this Fire Ghost and has been worshipping it ever since.

Ninety percent of the world's powerful and masculine objects are ineffective against this Fire Ghost.

Moreover, he was covered in fire, enough to boil iron, and could ignite anything he touched.

Compared to ordinary Evil Spirit, the efficiency of using yin energy to kill the living is immeasurably greater.

In the countryside, the Fire Ghost approached the fleeing figures several times.

Even when Huo Ming unleashed the "True Understanding of Dragon Courage," he could only force the opponent back, not kill them. It was like trying to extinguish a fire with electricity—a waste of effort.

When they reached the prison, all three of them were covered in smoke.

"Go inside, then head to the west side of the prison!"

Huo Ming was about to give directions.

A strong gust of wind suddenly surged out from the prison's main gate.

Chu Tianshu had heard something amiss earlier and had already arrived, surrounded by surging air currents, looking up at the sky.

"Fire Ghost that has gained power?"

Chu Tianshu took a step forward, his afterimage passing by Huo Ming. As he stopped, he suddenly drew his sword.

Choke!!

Chu Tianshu raised his right arm, the tip of his sword pointing to the sky.

The Fire Ghost was stunned, and its face suddenly split in two.

It roared, and the two halves of red light intertwined, attempting to escape.

The Sanqi Divine Sword pointed forward, unleashing a flurry of sword blossoms in mid-air.

The cyan suction force violently devoured the red light that resembled two intertwined snakes.

Until the red light stuck to the tip of the sword, it swirled around the blade as it moved.

Chu Tianshu held the sword sheath with his left hand and sheathed the sword with his right.

The flames that were expanding on the sword were forced back into the scabbard.

No matter how the flames struggled, the sword was eventually sheathed inch by inch.

The thick, expanding flames were completely compressed and imprisoned within the sheath.

Despair!

The scabbard was sealed tightly, and not a single spark of fire escaped.

"Little Huo."

Chu Tianshu turned around, looked at the three of them in their disheveled state, first flicked out several silver needles to relieve their pain, then frowned and asked a question.

Where did this Fire Ghost come from?

(End of this chapter)