Chapter 261

The person in charge of the Disaster Thief Sect didn't reveal his terrifying power until he made his move. The Disaster Pouch flew in the air, and torrents of evil flames poured down. Only the Hall God Bearing Spirit could barely withstand it; everyone else was powerless.

Amidst the chaos, Erguotou's face turned green. He gritted his teeth and said, "I finally show my face, and I'm this humiliated?"

He was truly furious.

Lao Baigan had terrified him when he initially left the Townsman Book with him.

Others didn't know what it was, but he knew all too well, and he knew the importance of this thing to those who walked the ghost path.

His first thought was to bury it again and not touch it.

After all, he knew that touching it would bring big trouble.

But he was, after all, a ghost walker himself. How could he move his legs after seeing the Townsman Book?

"Just take a look!"

He consoled himself, figuring he'd just take a glance; he didn't necessarily have to castrate himself.

Then, once he looked, he couldn't stop. Inside were all the unique skills his master had taught him back then – no, it should be said, the advanced methods of the unique skills his master had taught him.

Countless methods he had struggled to understand over the past few years were explained easily in this Townsman Book. His understanding of the ghost path had soared to several levels higher.

But once he picked it up, he couldn't put it down, and his courage grew.

Erguotou had always avoided trouble, but he was the type who couldn't leave things unfinished once they were in his hands.

So, he had to come here in the identity of the eldest young master of the ghost walkers. He had originally thought that after learning the methods in the Townsman Book, borrowing ten thousand elite troops, and having so many Reincarnators to help, he could finally hold his head high.

But he didn't expect that, apart from the moment he appeared, he had been suffering, enduring, and now, his courage was about to break.

Run!

He had to run, and he had to take the Grain Protection Army with him, or he wouldn't be able to explain things when he returned to Mingzhou.

Even Little Red Lantern would look down on him.

Therefore, even amidst the chaos, he had to grit his teeth and first withdraw these Grain Protection troops.

But just as he was casting the spell, he suddenly felt a blur in his eyes. Hey...

The ox cart had already stopped at the edge of the battlefield. All he could see were people running backwards with their heads covered. Hou'er Jiu, standing in front of the ox cart, subtly used a spell to make these people unknowingly bypass him, so he wouldn't be bumped into.

But the chaotic scene still made him narrow his eyes, vaguely wanting to express his dissatisfaction, but in the end, he could only sigh softly and accept it.

...It was indeed too much to ask others to be smarter and calmer.

Since he was too lazy to get angry, he simply nodded to the ox that was pulling the cart. The ox was surprisingly perceptive and stopped obediently.

However, if one looked closely, one could see that the ox's two horns were very strange.

Moreover, the ox's body wasn't fat and sturdy but rather handsome and well-built, with a long face that looked like a horse.

But horses don't grow horns, so it must be an ox.

One could tell that this horse was really obedient, not adding to the chaos in the messy scene.

Hou'er Jiu stood before the ox cart and slowly raised the flute in his hand. He didn't know what he did, but a gust of wind stirred around, lifting the hem of his robe.

Then, wind poured into the flute's holes, and a mournful flute sound rang out, gradually becoming heavy and deep. It even suppressed the chaotic sounds on the battlefield, also making everyone in the area slightly sober.

And within this flute sound, the soldiers and various capable people who were retreating towards the outside of the battlefield suddenly stopped their chaos slightly.

At the same time, they felt the ground beneath their feet was unstable, as if the direction was changing.

Erguotou, who was setting up the altar, was the first to notice this change and immediately roared in anger, turning his head and cursing, "Who the hell is interfering with my spellcasting?"

But before he could finish cursing, he suddenly saw Hou'er Jiu beside the ox cart, and his expression froze.

He forced out an awkward smile: "Brother, you're here?"

Someone next to him, upon hearing the flute sound, even thought there were spies in the crowd, cried out, and turned around.

Then his body also trembled, and his cry was immediately swallowed back, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets: "This grandson... who is this young master?"

"Damn, look at that getup, and the flute in his hand..."

"..."

Hou'er Jiu rarely cooperated with others on a job, but his reputation was growing, and his personal appearance was the easiest to recognize.

The surrounding people immediately recognized him and fell silent.

But no matter what they did, Hou'er Jiu ignored them, only the wind blowing past him became more and more fierce, and the flute sound became higher and higher, gradually becoming shrill. Just now, only the noisy sounds of the surrounding people were suppressed, but in an instant, it had suppressed the chaotic sounds of the entire battlefield.

Everyone heard the shrill flute sound in their ears, and at the same time, they only felt dizzy, as if everything around them was reversed. This was something that often happened when people were dizzy, but this time it was different.

Soon, people with higher abilities discovered that the feeling of dizziness was real. Heaven and earth were reversing, and the direction was also changing. In the middle of the air, the Hall God Bearing Spirit could no longer hold on and closed the umbrella. Torrents of evil flames poured down, which should have been inclined towards the Grain Protection Army.

But at this moment, it turned its direction and flowed straight towards Upper Capital City.

It was as if the evil flames had really become water, and Upper Capital City had become a depression, and water naturally flows to the lower ground.

"Demon Heaven Ghost Earth?"

And at the same time, when the flute sound pierced through the entire battlefield, someone on the city wall of Upper Capital City also suddenly narrowed his eyes.

When everyone looked, they saw that the person also had disheveled hair, but was wearing blue and brown clothes, and had many ancient bone ornaments hanging on his body. It was someone from the Guanshan Zhu family. When he heard the flute sound, he was already shocked, and suddenly shouted, "Bring the drum over."

Before others could realize what was happening, an official from the Inquiry Hall personally brought over a black leather drum.

This person in charge of the Guanshan Zhu family personally held the drumstick, raised it high, and gently dropped it.

Dong!

When the drum sound started, heaven and earth were silent.

If the flute sound only made people dizzy and disoriented, this drum sound seemed to be able to make people sober.

And the evil flames also turned again in the air and burned towards the Grain Protection Army.

"Not good, hurry back..."

"San Yi, San Yi, quickly bring A Bao up to the city wall..."

"Black Ni Zi, White Ni Zi, come to Grandma's place quickly..."

"..."

Upon seeing this scene, the group of ten-surname leaders on the city wall, who had just been calm and indifferent, now changed their expressions and shouted one after another.

The ten-surname disciples who were following the Upper Capital City garrison for training hadn't yet realized the danger, but they were each called back by their adults. Not only them, but even the various hall officials and family generals and retainers in the city garrison hurriedly left.

Only the Upper Capital City garrison commander, who had received a death order, could only grit his teeth and guard the city walls.

Seeing the Guanshan Zhu family's person in charge personally take action and fight against others, they weren't stupid and immediately knew that there was a big problem.

The drum sound and the flute sound had already engaged.

The fighting methods of the witchcraft path were the most frightening. You couldn't see the specific changes, but often life and death would be decided in an instant.

Especially, their path was easy to lose control and accidentally injure others.

At this time, there were countless capable people in the area, but only a few could judge the subtle changes in this battle, and more people could only look up at the Disaster Pouch in the air, judging which side was at a disadvantage by seeing which side the evil flames were burning towards.

Thus, with the flute whistles and drum sounds, only the Disaster Pouch could be seen spinning in the air, never settling down.

"Among these evil beings, there is actually someone who is enough to match Mr. Zhu?"

On the city wall, when someone said this sentence, everyone felt a bit of chill in their hearts, and even their words carried a tone of horror.

"Hey, evil beings, truly evil beings!"

While everyone was guessing, Zhu Jingze, the head of the Guanshan Zhu family, suddenly let out a cold laugh: "My Zhu family is not like you. The methods in our family are strictly guarded and never passed on to outsiders, so few outside people can get the true inheritance."

"But this evil being can actually build a bridge himself, entering witchcraft from Gu, and within just three months, he has already stepped out of the realm of non-human and entered the realm of non-ghost..."

"If we give him more time, who knows what level these evil beings will reach?"

"I previously only thought that the national teacher was anxious, and this Dharma Assembly was held too early. The roadblocks had not yet been broken, but he was in a hurry to attack these evil beings. Now I know that he held it too late."

"..."

While saying these words, his face suddenly darkened, and without even looking, he slammed the drumstick onto the drum and threw it aside.

Only then did everyone realize that he had recognized the Reincarnator who had come from outside and wanted to test the other party's abilities.

Now that he had tested it, he directly made a final decision with one hammer.

Whoosh!

The air was filled with some kind of trembling aftersound. Along with the drum sound, suddenly fire burned in the sky, falling crazily.

Between the battle formations, a sea of fire suddenly appeared, vaguely separating the Grain Protection Army from the Upper Capital City garrison.

"Is this the level of the most powerful person in the Guanshan Zhu family?"

At the same time, the flute sound had gone silent. Hou'er Jiu took a slight step back and gently flicked his white robe.

"Brother, what's going on?"

The people next to him weren't as calm as he was. Seeing the evil flames all over the sky, their voices had already changed tone, urging:

"Don't you have a one-man-army method? Shouldn't you use it?"

"..."

"After studying it for so long, I discovered that the one-man-army method doesn't actually exist."

Hou'er Jiu slowly raised his head and said lightly, "Human power is limited, and it is impossible to incorporate all the great power into one person."

"Moreover, with Guanshan Zhu here, I am currently not as good as him."

Everyone around him was stunned. Only the one who had summoned the heavenly soldiers and generals earlier suddenly showed a happy expression, and his eyes slightly looked at everyone, as if reminding them: 'See? I told you so before, right?'

"So..."

Hou'er Jiu slowly opened his mouth at this time, turned around to the ox cart, uncovered the oilcloth covering the cart, and said softly: "I changed my thinking, and I don't plan to pursue incorporating all the great power into myself anymore, I only pursue being able to kill enough people..."

"Anyway, the effects are the same."

(End of Chapter)