Netherworld Chapter 145: Love and Tao (6)
An hour or two has passed since the Taoist priest and I left.
In the underworld, two hours is neither long nor short, but for a corpse bearer, it seems too long.
Because the undertaker I saw was completely different from before.
In the past, he was not very tall and rather thin. Without knowing his identity, his appearance and body shape were very similar to those of a so-called literary youth. But now, he is tall, at least ten centimeters taller than before, and the modern clothes on his body have disappeared, replaced by black and red official uniforms. Overall, he looks very majestic.
The undertaker's head was lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly, as if there was an invisible mist covering it. What surprised me was that no matter how hard I tried to recall, I could not remember what he looked like.
This was not the first time I had met the undertaker. His mysteriousness, especially the fact that he plotted against the Taoist priest in Xishuangbanna, left a deep impression on me. But now, I can't remember what he looks like. This is a bit strange but also very reasonable.
The speed of the ghost messengers' resurrection is accelerating. Although the giant beast is there to support them, I am still worried. No matter how powerful the giant beast is, it is impossible for it to swallow up forty or fifty ghost messengers in an instant.
How long will it take? I asked Gamu who was standing next to me.
Not sure, maybe soon, maybe it will take some time, Gamu replied.
But the ghost messenger is about to be resurrected.
The ghost messenger cannot be compared with Yama. Gamu answered again, without too much worry in his eyes, and said: According to the previous calculation, it should take at least a quarter of an hour.
A quarter of an hour, that is, fifteen minutes. I turned my head to look at the ghost messengers. The stone layer on their bodies had basically fallen off. It was estimated that they would be resurrected in ten minutes at most.
I looked around and saw the ghost messenger fighting with many practitioners in the distance.
The distance was too far to see the battle situation clearly, but the continuous screams proved that the result was not good.
Why do you have to come back here? I looked at the old Taoist priest and asked quietly. Because I wanted to persuade him to leave here, otherwise it would be too dangerous.
That person asked me to come back, and I don’t know why, the old Taoist priest replied.
I was stunned for a moment, but then I immediately realized that the Taoist was lying!
Although he looked calm and seemed to be waiting, I knew he would not listen to that person and come back obediently. There must be something he did that I didn't understand.
What exactly is the old Taoist planning to do when he returns here?
Since he was lying, it must be because Wei Qingcang and the others were here. After realizing this, I stopped asking.
Time was still passing by minute by minute, and the stone layers on the bodies of the ghosts around had basically fallen off, which meant that their resurrection had reached the final moment and they would be able to come back to life soon.
Around the table in front of the corpse, there were three stone sculptures standing or lying. The speed of the three stone sculptures' resurrection was obviously slower, and their appearance was not as terrifying as the ghost messenger.
The one that resurrected the fastest was a strange creature with large eyes, no nose, and only a big mouth. Unlike the ghost, half of its body was black and the other half was white. And compared to the three-meter-tall ghost, it was slightly smaller, estimated to be only more than two meters tall.
The one that resurrected a little slower than the other was a ghost wearing a purple coat and green skirt. It looked more like a human, but what shocked people was that its eyes were wide open and its mouth was open as if it was laughing.
Obviously, this one has a higher status than the previous one, because most of the ghost messengers I have seen are naked, and this is the first one with clothes covering its body .
The last one looks almost like a so-called court official. It has an extraordinary bearing and is even more majestic. It is located closest to the coffin, and it is the only stone sculpture I have seen that is in a kneeling position.
Its hands are spread out and held behind its head, as if it is about to present something to someone. However, its hands are empty, and this posture is really a bit strange. I can't help but wonder, could it be that someone came to the underworld and took something from this stone sculpture?
At this moment, I suddenly felt a gust of wind behind my head. I looked back in fright and saw the beast standing next to me swallowing a ghost that was rushing towards me in one bite.
Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I heard screams in my ears.
Looking back, he saw the young man who was feeling the ghost's pulse being slaughtered by two ghost officials.
More ghost officials had already fully resurrected, and now they opened their eyes and stood there, as if they were sorting out their thoughts that had been sealed for thousands of years. Not long after, more and more ghost officials began to move.
There are only twenty disciples who can feel the ghost's veins. How can they withstand the killing of the ghost messenger?
These ghost officials were strong and powerful, and extremely brave. Moreover, their bodies seemed to have some strange features, so the attacks of Taoist spells and magic weapons could not be completely effective on them, and most of their power was inexplicably offset.
As one side gained strength while the other lost strength, more than twenty disciples of Moguimai were killed in the blink of an eye.
After seeing this scene, I finally understood why the Wei family suffered heavy losses.
The power of the ghost messenger may not be particularly strong, but the power of the practitioners cannot cause much harm to them.
The ghost messenger's attack was not brilliant, but its claws and weapons were unstoppable. All magic weapons collided with it and were destroyed. Even the sturdy magic weapons were like this, let alone the fragile human body, which would break wherever it touched...
As the blood and flesh of the disciples who were touching the ghost veins flew everywhere, Elder Shen returned to me immediately. He did not fight together with those disciples, which was despicable, but there was nothing to say. Those who knew they would die but still rushed forward were heroes, but also fools.
The pieces of flesh were scattered all over the ground, and I felt my stomach churning at the mere sight of them. This reminded me of Jiuyin Mountain, where the broken bodies of the Wei family members covered the entire mountain path.
The ghost catcher's methods are too bloody.
The top bronze-armored corpse was no longer hiding, but it did not join the battle. It was holding Gamu and retreating, aiming at the side next to me.
Not only Shen Lao and it, but even Wei Qingcang, immediately ran over here after Gamu retreated.
Everyone saw the giant beast swallowing the ghost just now. They are not fools, so they naturally understand that only where I am is the safest.
But to me, this is clearly a bad thing.
The more people come and the more concentrated they are, the more they will become the concentrated attack points of the ghost messengers in the end.
With only one giant beast... can we really survive?
I was terrified and couldn't help looking at the old Taoist priest. He was still calm, staring at the direction of the undertaker without moving, and turning a deaf ear to the noise around him.
Should we...
No, it's time to start soon, the old Taoist priest replied.
I paused. The old Taoist was very smart and understood what I meant. He still said no calmly in this situation. He must have had a plan in advance.
I hope that this time, the experienced Plan A is reliable...
As soon as the Taoist priest finished speaking, two beams of light suddenly flashed in front of him.
The half-white and half-black monster mentioned earlier suddenly had two sticks in his hands, one black and one white. The white one was very thin and extremely smooth, while the black one was very thick and had several-inch-long black thorns on it.
Mr. Shen, who had retreated to my side not long ago, suddenly pressed my shoulder hard, used the force to jump over my head, and rushed towards the monster.
Not long after he started moving, two more beams of light, one black and the other white, rose from the ground and surged endlessly.
Two beams of light fell on the hands of the ghost wearing a purple coat and green skirt, with eyes wide open but grinning. In just a blink of an eye, the light began to gradually converge, and I saw that the ghost was holding a book in his left hand and a stone platform in his right hand.
At the same time, a figure passed by me.
It’s Wei Qingcang!
Wei Qingcang, who was about to retreat to my side, suddenly turned in front of me and ran straight towards the ghost.
At this time, the last stone sculpture was completely restored, still with two beams of light.
One is blue, the other is white.
Green light gushed out from the void, and white light rose from the ground. The light fell on the hands of the third stone sculpture.
The old Taoist who had been silent all this time suddenly rushed out as if he had eaten gunpowder.
I was shocked by his action and was a little dazed.
As the Taoist priest tiptoed and flew towards the third ghost like a wild goose, I saw the third stone sculpture kneeling on the ground, holding it in both hands. The light in its palms had begun to fade. Two things appeared, one of them was a book, and the other was like a pen.
