Chapter 318 Return

Returning to the location of the stone tablet, Wu Chong covered it with his spiritual thoughts, and a kind of chaos and aura of the abyss came out of the stone tablet. This feeling is indeed not an ordinary object. This so-called stone tablet is just the projection of the twenty-eight states in the world of Daqi.

Wu Chong stretched out his hand and pressed his palm on the surface of the stone tablet.

The cold touch came back, telling him that this was an ordinary stone tablet, but the picture he saw with his spiritual consciousness was completely different. In the picture seen by the spiritual consciousness, the stone tablet is like a rotating portal, surrounded by twisted blue-gray fog spots, and a collapsed vortex in the center.

He put his palm into the center of the whirlpool and said something silently in his mind.

"Enter!"

In an instant, the body twisted, and the person was sucked in like sand.

The outside world has returned to calm again.

Only the old statues of gods are left, still sitting there quietly.

Twenty-eight states.

The glorious twenty-eight states in the past have become rumors, and are only recorded in the classics of literati. Now there is only one and a half states left in Yu State. Although this half-state area is not small, it is far less than before.

The state of Yu was founded on the principle of peace and prosperity, and the "heaven" was respected. With the help of Heaven, Yu State quickly put down the civil strife. More than twenty years later, many things have been forgotten.

The arena is still the same arena.

The imperial court also became the same imperial court.

The only difference is that the matter of night demons and pollutants has been made public. With the continuous influx of pollutants and night demons, the living space of Yu State has been greatly reduced. The border war has been shrinking again and again. Every time these things took a step forward, Yu's defense line retreated a step. Over the years, Yu Guo has never won a battle against pollutants.

In this environment, many people in the world began to pursue the ultimate lethality.

In order to have some resistance when facing the night demon.

The northwest defense line of Yu State.

The ancient city of Menglong was invaded by a night demon three years ago. After Yu State held on for three months, it was forced to retreat. Today, this place is almost completely abandoned. Only lunatics who practice 'magic skills' or some desperate people who can't survive to collect medicine will appear here.

In the abandoned alley, several men wearing animal skins and carrying swords were hiding in the corner, looking at the shrouds wandering past on the main road.

"There are more and more of these damn things!"

After the shroud was gone, a man couldn't help but curse.

"In this world, it's good to be alive."

The leader took back his saber, and there was still some blood on the blade. Not far from them, a dried corpse was floating in the wind.

This is not the first time they have done this, killing people, dumping their bodies, and using people as bait to lure away the night monsters.

These people are all herb collectors. They are said to be herb collectors. They have done all the dirty work they should do. When the visitor is strong, they are herb gatherers, but when the visitor is weak, they don't mind playing as robbers. In this kind of place where the imperial court has given up, no human morality can be used with a knife.

"There are still two streets left before we go out. I don't know if the two remaining baits will work."

As he spoke, the young man glanced at the two women behind him. His eyes were as cold as looking at pork, and there was no humanity at all.

The two women who were being watched looked frightened and shook their heads with pale faces, desperately trying to get the group of people to let them go. It's a pity that this kind of gaze has no effect on this group of herb collectors.

"Let's go and stop talking."

The leader of the herb collectors did not discuss this topic. After confirming that there was no danger, he led the people and continued walking out.

Not enough bait?

Aren't there still so many people in the team?

The leader of the herb collectors did not say this, but everyone knew it. What they earn is this desperate money. Whether they can survive or not depends entirely on their means.

Just as the two turned around the street, the green bricks on the ground in front suddenly cracked.

Dark red blood emerged from the crack like a spring. In the bloody water, some cold and decaying corpses flashed from time to time. It was obviously only a small spring the size of a palm, but I didn't know how so many things came out.

Blood fountain!

Why is there a fountain of blood coming out of this place?

The leader of the herb collectors' expression changed, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

But before he could react, a dark wind suddenly blew from behind, and two bright white lanterns swayed in the wind.

"Very good, very good. I didn't expect to encounter so many blood-eaters when I went out. This is the great achievement of this ancestor's magical power!"

The sound is erratic, making people lose their bearings.

But the moment the people collecting herbs heard the sound, their expressions changed drastically. The young man who spoke earlier exclaimed in fear.

"Ancestor of Ghost Lantern!?"

This is a peerless murderer who has been wanted by the imperial court for ten years. His demonic skills are earth-shattering. It is said that due to the absorption of "devil energy", his strength has reached the seventh level of the second realm. Apart from the emperor of heaven and the holy master of Huangquan, there are only a few in this world. master.

A group of herb collectors didn't care about the danger of entering the "Blood Spring". They ran away one by one. Even the leader leading the way climbed over the wall and escaped. There were also a few guys who ran a little slower and even lost the weapons in their hands.

Suddenly there were only two tied baits left in place.

Woohoo! !

The two women's faces turned pale, and they kept struggling to escape together. However, their hands and feet were tied, and they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

A gloomy wind came, two ghost lamps swayed in the wind, and a strange man with a withered figure slowly walked over. As the weirdo approached, the bodies of the two women lying on the ground withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something was sucking the life out of them. After a while, the two of them became two mummies without the breath of life. The quiet wind blew by, blowing the two dry corpses on the ground into dust and rolled them into the lantern.

The lights are brighter.

"They are all ancestors' lamp oil, and none of them can escape."

The withered humanoid index finger turned over, and then it was clear that there were several translucent silk threads wrapped around the old guy's index finger. The two oil lamps are connected by this silk thread, and they look like ghost lamps from a distance.

As the ancestor of the ghost lamp flipped his fingers, the silk threads flew out and soon caught up with the escaped herb collectors.

After the screams, the world suddenly became quiet.

The evil wind subsided and the ghost lantern fell down, illuminating the mummy-like face of the ghost lantern ancestor. This man had sunken cheeks, a pair of eyes that exuded a faint blue light, and his skin was like tree bark. His whole person was as lifeless as a corpse crawling out of a grave.

This is magic!

After Wu Chong left the Twenty-eight Prefectures, Tianjie and Huangquan developed a technique to resist the collapse of the front line. It is said that it was developed through the creative research of the pioneer Wu City Master's 'spiritual energy'.