"It's so lucky that we came out and didn't have to stay there to fight the devil!"
Outside Ciyun Villa, on the main road, Zhang Jingheng and the two disciples beside him drove Huang Lu through the night, and soon arrived at the place where they had separated from his subordinates, and saw the people who were waiting for them.
These are people who have not entered Ciyun Village before, because they are going to deal with strangers, and ordinary people cannot be of much help unless they are extremely skilled.
Zhang Jingheng didn't want to disturb the official business by shouting and swarming, so he asked these servants and followers to wait outside.
Seeing several servants leading horses to greet him and saluting him, Zhang Jingheng suddenly felt lucky and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Although Mr. Li has great courage, it is also his responsibility. There is no need for us to imitate him."
The two diners felt the same way.
"Sir, this person is..."
At this time, the servant looked at Huang Lu and couldn't help but ask.
"This is an imperial prisoner. You have to keep an eye on him and don't let him get away."
Zhang Jingheng remembered Li Fan's explanation and quickly gave instructions.
"My master spent a lot of money in order to get Li Ao to take action. If he lets Huang Lu escape, he will have to compensate for the losses."
When the servants heard this, they did not dare to be careless. They quickly held Huang Lu down and tied the rope several times.
Huang Lu was miserable, but due to the large number of people under Zhang Jingheng's command, there was nothing he could do.
After everyone took some precautions, they were ready to hit the road and stay away from this place.
According to what we have seen before, Ciyun Village is about to become a place of right and wrong. Zhang Jingheng is wealthy and does not want to have anything to do with things here.
Even if he has become a stranger, it is because he has to run errands for the emperor and has no choice but to do so.
He is dedicated to serving the emperor, not a Daqian demon-suppressor.
"what sound?"
Suddenly, the doorman who was about to mount his horse muttered.
Looking down, he found that the horse's neck was bulging, as if something was about to burst out.
Taking a closer look, the horse was sweating profusely, and all of it looked like blood.
He felt something was wrong, so he asked the person next to him to get a torch and get closer, only to find that a black shadow shot out and instantly broke the torch, making the light dim.
"Be careful, it's an evil spirit!"
The doorman only had time to warn him before he felt something stabbing him under the seat.
In an instant, his body tensed up, his pupils dilated, and he fell straight off the horse with an expression of shock.
"What happened?"
Zhang Jingheng and others did not see clearly and were surprised.
"Protect the young master!"
Several other people reacted and shouted quickly.
There seemed to be something coming out of the horse, and it twisted a few times under the light of the horse lantern. It was extremely evil.
Everyone's attention was quickly attracted by it, but Huang Lu looked at the man who died before and the horse under him, and said in horror: "It's the Blood Demon... The Blood Demon is here!"
"Blood Demon?" Everyone was confused.
Zhang Jingheng was shocked: "Is that the name of the evil demon before?"
"Yes, look at that horse!" Huang Lu reminded.
Everyone looked over and saw that the horse had changed from normal size to a shriveled skin in the blink of an eye.
"The Blood Demon must be nearby. He won't give up until he kills us all!"
Huang Lumao was very frightened and quickly reminded everyone.
Everyone swarmed forward and pushed back the black shadow that had just emerged. They suddenly discovered that whoever was there was clearly a twisted and changing liquid.
It was extracted from a horse, mixed with some human blood, and was changing into a human form, becoming a puppet clone.
With the torch in his hand, Zhang Jingheng's men quickly dealt with it, but at this moment, horses neighed one after another, and they fell one after another.
A new puppet emerged, still transformed from flesh and blood.
"Where is the true identity of this thing?"
Zhang Jingheng's scalp felt numb when he saw it.
At this moment, a bloody ray of light struck, piercing into the body of the guest next to him with astonishing force.
The doorman had been standing by, on high alert, but he didn't even react.
He reached out and touched his lower abdomen, only to find that there was a bloody stab the size of a dagger.
Its entire body is condensed from blood, mixed with a bit of strange power, so it becomes extremely hard.
The doorman endured the severe pain and tried to pull it out.
This is not something that ordinary people can do, because after receiving such a blow, ordinary people will already have muscle spasms and lose the ability to move.
Even if he could bear it, he knew it would be better to leave it inside his body.
If you pull it out hastily, the bleeding will stop, and the situation will only get worse.
But this thing seems to contain strange power, which remains in the body and is being continuously injected into it.
The customer could clearly feel that the blood all over his body was becoming restless.
The strange force from the outside world seemed to take over his blood, making his whole body soft and he soon lost all his strength.
He tried hard in fear, but his movements froze in place, like a frozen statue.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Jingheng yelled. He saw something was wrong and reached out to help him pull out the bloody thorn.
But the moment he pulled it out, something like a tentacle stretched out and grabbed Zhang Jingheng.
Zhang Jingheng dodged for a moment, only to avoid it with great difficulty.
He threw away the object in his hand as if he was electrocuted, and then became a little scared, realizing how dangerous it was to hold the object with his hands.
But he saw that the blood thorn that fell on the ground turned into a pool of liquid and flowed towards the doorman's wound.
In this scene, which was like going back in time, the wound on the doorman's body was torn open, and the other hand was pulled out from inside.
A figure came out of his belly alive, like a caesarean section.
"ah!"
The screams of the doorman became weaker and weaker, and soon changed from the initial heartbreaking to weak, and then fell silent.
As the figure completely emerged, his body also became shriveled and decayed, and like those before, he completely lost the breath of life.
puff!
Several torches rushed towards the figure at the same time.
By the light of the fire, Zhang Jingheng could see clearly that it was a pool of human figures made entirely of blood.
Different from the previous puppet clones, this figure was stimulated by the torch, but it was not serious.
He reached out and slapped the servants holding the torches, and then his hands turned into long vines like tentacles, entangling the servants of the Zhang family who wanted to deal with him.
The vine was overgrown with thorns, and spikes grew out one after another.
Soon, it also pierced their skin and penetrated deeply.
"Gulu...Gulu..."
There was an obviously audible sound, and amid a terrifying sound of swallowing, the tentacle-like vine swallowed up a large amount of blood in one go, and the body visibly grew. .
Perhaps, this is the true form of the "blood demon" in Huanglukou.
Zhang Jingheng gritted his teeth, stretched his hand forward, and held out a folding fan.
This is a common thing among literati and refined people, and it seems to be arty in line with his status.
But as the folding fan opened, a gust of cold wind hit, bursts of cold light, and white dew and frost began to spread.
In the biting cold, white frost like salt flowers condensed on the demon's body, and its movements visibly slowed down.
"it works!"
Zhang Jingheng was overjoyed when he saw this. He stretched out his hand to hold the folding fan and fanned it again.
An even colder air flow enveloped the evil spirit's figure, and even the corpse of the previous guest who had died miserably was completely frozen.
But at this moment, Zhang Jingheng's own arm was also stained with a layer of frost, quickly turning blue and purple, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Damn it, it's starting to bite back!"
This is why most powerful people don't like weird power.
For them, this transcendent power is too unstable and too uncontrollable.
More often than not, aristocratic families and wealthy families are more willing to control people, rather than this kind of uncertainty.
If it weren't for the fact that most of his retainers and servants had lost their fighting power, he wouldn't have wasted his own strength and risked fighting these demons.
Zhang Jingheng endured the negative impact caused by the strange power pouring in. His eyes suddenly became narrow and long, and there seemed to be many fine scales on his cheeks.
This turned out to be the same strange power as Wu Xuan, coming from the human snake Dashen God!
They both belong to the imperial party and possess the elixir given by Emperor Delong.
Ruyue in Li Chuan's mansion turned into a strange person precisely because of this!
"Exotic magic"
In an instant, Zhang Jingheng's strength, agility, and reaction increased significantly.
He instantly changed from a helpless young man to a experienced master. In the blink of an eye, he pulled out the sword of the servant beside him and chopped off the frozen blood demon's head.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
The violent movements in a short period of time consume not physical strength, but strange power.
Zhang Jingheng felt the demonic power surge inside his body, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to let it flow freely and completely transform his whole body into a human snake.
But he knew that this was caused by the strange negative influence.
That was the instinct from the human snake Osawa God, not his own will.
Therefore, he resisted the urge and continued to chop off the hands and feet of the blood demons.
After he had cut it into eight pieces and the demonic pollution on his body had almost reached its limit in a short period of time, he quickly stopped and panted to calm himself down.
But just when Zhang Jingheng thought that he had solved the opponent, the screams rang out again around him.
Each servant's face was as thick as a jujube, and blood oozed from his skin.
They seemed to be affected by a strong force, and even the blood in their bodies overflowed uncontrollably, leaking out in the form of sweat.
They all saw each other's miserable state. Some people wiped their faces and hands in disbelief, only to find that it was not ordinary sweat, but their own blood.
With an ordinary person's constitution, he would soon start to feel dizzy and feel nauseous.
Except for the few two or three long-term followers who had become tainted with strangeness and embarked on the path of strangers, everyone else began to collapse and fell to the ground.
The blood demon who was slashed by Zhang Jingheng also took advantage of this time to dissolve the ice, and his body was reassembled like liquid, turning into a bigger and taller figure and making a comeback.
Crack... crack!
The violent sound pierced the night sky, like someone swinging a whip and breaking the air.
The blood demon's arm turned into a whip and attacked at an astonishing speed.
Zhang Jingheng was as fast as lightning and twisted around like a snake.
As a result, the horse behind him howled, followed in the footsteps of his other companions, and died tragically on the spot.
If Zhang Jingheng hadn't reacted quickly, a bloody hole would have exploded in his body in just one move.
However, retreating like this is by no means a long-term solution. As Zhang Jingheng evaded, he felt that the burden on his body became more and more serious.
A gloomy and strange power is spreading, and after a strenuous exercise, I wake up with soreness all over the next day.
After a while, he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.
Fortunately, at this moment, a strange light flashed in the air.
Before Zhang Jingheng could see clearly what happened, he saw the blood demon's body being torn into pieces.
Li Fan and his group appeared out of thin air in a strange way without any warning, and landed in the open space opposite him.
"Brother Li, you came to save me!"
Zhang Jingheng couldn't help but have the urge to burst into tears.
If he continues to struggle with the devil like he just did, he won't be able to hold on anymore.
"Don't be too happy, this evil devil is not dead yet!"
Li Fan interrupted Zhang Jingheng's words and said seriously.
The moment he arrived with the escape light, he felt the power around him that could resonate with the blood demon.
Combined with his past experience in dealing with weird events, he quickly understood what was going on. He reached out and took out an object from his weirdness and nailed it to the broken pieces of the Blood Demon.
That is the rare treasure of Zhuyingtang, the Shadow-catching Nail.
"Exotic treasure"
The power contained inside took effect and began to invade the blood demon's body, continuing to affect the other party.
A full ten breaths passed before all the unusual movements gradually subsided.
