Ch 527: A Thief Lives To A Ripe Old Age
The number of wild cats wasn’t particularly large. Although a surprise attack resulted in two of them being poisoned to death, the rest of the wild cats were dealt with.
They breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and checked their backpacks. No one noticed that the limbs of the wild cats, which had already expired, were twitching slightly, and their previously dilated pupils were contracting slightly…
Chang Yinzi took in this scene, patted the black cat beside him: “You know what to do, right?”
“Rest assured, Taoist Priest, the mission will be accomplished!”
In front of Chang Yinzi, the General was unusually well-behaved, lacking his usual arrogant and self-important demeanor. He silently blended into the night, slowly approaching the group.
Suddenly, it leaped out from the bushes!
However, its target wasn’t the humans, but the corpses of the wild cats on the ground.
“There’s another one!”
The crowd stirred again.
But the General’s target wasn’t them. It landed on a wild cat, exhaled onto its mouth and nose, and immediately jumped to the next one, repeating the same action.
By the time the people wanted to catch it, the General had already used its agile speed to jump up a tree, its unique eerie green eyes fixed on them.
“You scoundrel, when I catch you, I’ll flay you alive…” the Man grumbled, walking up the tree, taking out tools to capture the General.
A mischievous smile played on one corner of the General’s mouth.
“Meow!!!”
“Ah, Zhang… Zhang Mazi…” a companion fearfully called out the name of the Man standing beneath the tree.
“Shut your mouth, you’re summoning spirits,” Zhang Mazi said, completely unaware of the approaching danger. He held a knife, licking the bloodstains from his lips.
Behind him, several “resurrected” zombie cats stared intently at him.
The moment the General meowed, the previously silent zombie cats instantly lunged at Zhang Mazi.
“Ah!”
A scream ripped through the night.
In the distance, Jiang Nanyu lured Daoist Changhua into a pre-set trap.
Daoist Changhua struck down “Jiang Nanyu” with his sword, only to discover that he had not struck a real person, but a small paper figurine.
Simultaneously, Jiang Nanyu, hidden in the shadows, performed a spell gesture. In an instant, countless flames erupted around Daoist Changhua, forming a circle that trapped him.
The flames flickered; eerily, they did not consume the surrounding vegetation, emitting an eerie green glow like ghostly flames, and the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped considerably.
Through the Yin Fire, Jiang Nanyu stared at Daoist Changhua, trapped in the formation, quickly noticing his abnormality. She narrowed her eyes, a cold smile gradually forming: “Daoist Changhua has actually become demonic! If this gets out, the Heavenly Master Sect’s lifelong reputation will be ruined…”
Daoist Changhua looked at Jiang Nanyu, slowly removing his mask to reveal a terrifying, ferocious face, almost completely unlike what Jiang Nanyu remembered.
He looked at Jiang Nanyu, smiling viciously: “You die, and who will know I’ve become demonic? No, you can’t die. I will take you back, and before my son, I will flay you alive, and your soul will be perpetually suppressed by the Heavenly Master Sect!”
“That sounds terrifying. I’m so scared,” Jiang Nanyu hugged her arms, feigning a shiver.
Unsurprisingly, she disgusted herself.
She shuddered, continuing, “Are you sure you want to kill me now?”
Daoist Changhua stared coldly at her.
Jiang Nanyu toyed with the Demon-Slaying Sword in her hand, saying with a smirk: “Unfortunately, I’m the only one who knows the Netherworld Barrier map. Kill me, and you’ll never find the entrance. I hear the Netherworld Barrier holds countless rare treasures from ancient times, and countless Sects’ ancestral Magical Artifacts’ Spiritual Artifacts are trapped there. Let me think… what’s the Heavenly Master Sect’s ancestral treasure again…”
“Are you senile? The Heavenly Master Sect’s ancestral treasure is the Heavenly Master’s Mirror, of course,” the Demon-Slaying Sword whispered to Jiang Nanyu. “Isn’t that little thing in your bosom?”
Jiang Nanyu’s eyelids twitched violently.
Thankfully, they were far enough apart that the Demon-Slaying Sword’s voice was low and only audible to Jiang Nanyu.
Jiang Nanyu smoothly changed the subject, throwing out a talisman.
The Yin Fire met the talisman, and in an instant, the flames soared, and Daoist Changhua, who had become demonic, distinctly felt a wave of icy energy pressing down on him!
“Living too long makes you wicked. You scoundrel, die!”
Jiang Nanyu issued her threat, and taking advantage of the flames trapping Daoist Changhua, she turned and fled.
Her goal wasn’t to kill Daoist Changhua, only to trap him and stall for time. Unexpectedly, she discovered his demonic possession—a great discovery!
When she returned to meet with Chang Yinzi, she found numerous corpses scattered nearby, and the General was sitting on a fresh corpse, grooming itself…
