Likewise, as the temple deity incense burner stepped forward to block the Old Master Yan, another transmigrator, wearing a pig-face mask, the first to discern the secrets of the Dragon Transformation Well and guess the origins of the Old Master Yan, tugged at his sleeve and rushed forward.

From his sleeve, he pulled out a piece of cyan cloth, spread it on the ground, and quickly retrieved it.

The cyan cloth vat flew into the air, and as he reached out, the vat became immensely heavy, crashing straight towards Old Master Yan.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

No one knew what material the vat was made of. Countless iron chains on Old Master Yan lashed against the vat with muffled sounds, yet the vat did not shatter, nor even leave a mark.

"Tear..."

When the vat collided with Old Master Yan, it failed to budge his strange body even slightly. Instead, the vat seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and flew back.

But he remained calm. He flew over to catch the vat, and reached into it, pulling out a handful of white rice, which he scattered over the Old Master's head, each grain landing on him.

Every grain of rice was like gunpowder, striking Old Master Yan with sparks and dissolving the corpse qi.

"No wonder he understands this trade so well; he's from the Yan family of corpse drivers..."

Someone nearby recognized him and muttered to himself, but quickly realized his mistake and didn't make too much noise about it.

That's how transmigrator gatherings were. If you had skills and used them, even if you hid yourself well, people could still see your origins from your unique skills.

The Yan family of corpse drivers, for example, combined the skills of the Performing Arts, Soul Inquisition, and Spirit Walking families, and forged their own path. This transmigrator revealed the vat, and people immediately guessed his origins.

But seeing it was one thing, saying it was another.

It was good that he was willing to help; it wouldn't be right to expose his secrets.

"That fellow is fierce..."

At that moment, Hu Ma gritted his teeth, held the Punishing Official's Great Saber, and charged towards Old Master Yan. In a flash, he saw that although many transmigrators had come, few could actually help against this kind of demon corpse monster.

The person with the pig-face mask, holding the vat, continuously used several unique skills, all of which were most effective against zombies and demons.

But despite appearing effective, they didn't have much impact on the thing.

The incense burner with the dog-face mask, on the other hand, was righteous and directly fought Old Master Yan. But despite the loud noises and fighting for over a dozen rounds, although he hadn't been injured by Old Master Yan, he clearly couldn't suppress the thing.

As for those around them casting spells, throwing charms, and shooting hidden needles at Old Master Yan, they were utterly useless.

Countless things that could easily take a person's life landed on Old Master Yan, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

If this continued, wouldn't they only meet their deaths?

In terms of skill, Hu Ma was not outstanding among the transmigrators, but now he could only grit his teeth and step forward to help. He wielded the Punishing Official's Great Saber wildly, hacking at the xingzi.

He was relying on the Steadfastness of the Watchman to force himself to help. Fortunately, the other two were holding on; otherwise, using the Watchman's skills, he probably wouldn't last long in front of this thing.

But now, relying on the unsuppressed power of the Mighty Heavenly Duke General Seal, and borrowing the sharpness and ferocity of the Punishing Official's Great Saber, he, a mere Second Door Official, forcibly entered the battle, and his rolling, hacking, and slashing performance was no weaker than the other two.

Even the transmigrators nearby showed surprise: "This Spirit Walker Hall Official isn't as useless as we thought; he has some skill after all..."

"His dharma image is powerful; he probably has some origins, but he hasn't opened the Three Doors yet, he's still a bit short..."

"..."

"..."

While this fierce battle raged, causing houses to collapse and the inner residence of the Yan family to be filled with rolling yin winds, the angry commoners in the outer residence of the Yan family were violently attacking Master Yan and the sect members who had come to help.

With Miss Red Wine nearby, there was no use even if those people wanted to act tough; they could only take the beating.

But the commoners' anger was also extinguished by the noise and eerie demonic aura emanating from the well after Old Master Yan crawled out, and the hot blood that had just rushed to their heads receded, their faces showing fear:

"Wha...what's that noise?"

"Could there be some kind of monster inside the Yan family mansion?"

"..."

Some even felt that the commotion inside might spread here at any moment, and filled with terror, they wanted to flee out of the Yan family's gate.

Miss Red Wine remained calm and waved the handkerchief in her hand gently, making the night in the Yan family mansion even darker, confusing everyone and making them unable to find the direction of the gate. Even if they wanted to escape, they couldn't.

She had no choice; if these commoners went out now, they would immediately run into the murderous Iron Cage Army.

At that time, probably none of them would survive.

Seeing the commotion inside the Yan family mansion growing louder and louder, even she felt the hairs on her arms stand up slightly. The Iron Cage Army outside the mansion was also going crazy, pushing over houses and walls, and rushing to find the hidden Yan family.

The pressure on her heart was also gradually increasing. She murmured to herself, "We can't possibly fail to solve the thing inside at this first gathering, can we?"

"The Iron Cage Army outside is about to come in..."

"..."

It was said in the jianghu that Watchmen countered the Performing Arts, because the Performing Arts sect was clever, but the Watchmen were good at using brute force. Using force to break skill often made the Performing Arts sect uncomfortable.

And now, the Iron Cage Army was unleashing a great slaughter outside, sweeping away everything, which happened to fit this point. No matter how clever their methods were, it was only a matter of time before they were found and killed their way in.

When that time came, wouldn't they be in trouble with attacks from both inside and outside?

"We people are ultimately going to pay the price for being too careful..."

While pondering, a person beside her spoke in a low voice. It was Old Sorghum from Anzhou. He had just come out of the inner residence and said in a low voice, "Old Master Yan has become a demon corpse. It's not enough to deal with this thing with human means."

"That old thing should have died but didn't, forcibly prolonging his life and swallowing too much disaster qi, which is equivalent to having endless dao power."

"But because he forcibly prolonged his life, he doesn't know what kind of debts he owes in the underworld. If we could summon the vicious dogs from Vicious Dog Village in the Eight Views of the Underworld, his old bones wouldn't be enough for them to chew on, but we can't do that."

"Most of the transmigrators are afraid to cross the bridge, and even those who have crossed the bridge don't dare to use the bridge's skills so recklessly..."

"But how can we deal with that ghost thing with just the skills of entering the mansion?"

"..."

"It's the same if the Iron Cage King kills in."

Miss Red Wine said in a low voice, "But this matter has become a trend. If it succeeds, then fine, but if it fails, I'm afraid the transmigrators will never be brave again, and it will be difficult to have another gathering."

Old Sorghum hesitated, "Then..."

Miss Red Wine suddenly made a decision and said, "Where's Shao Daozi?"

"Tell him not to hide anymore. Today, he is allowed to take action!"

Old Sorghum was shocked, but Miss Red Wine nodded heavily and said in a louder voice, "It's time to use his hand to start something."

"We must solve that xingzi before the Iron Cage Army kills in, and retreat quickly!"

"..."

"..."

"Are we still going to use the Demon Subduing Golden Mace?"

Likewise, in the front yard, amidst the chaos, Old Abacus was also listening to the commotion deep inside the Yan family mansion with great worry, his mood uneasy. He already understood something, and felt that it would be more reasonable if this matter was still to be solved with the Golden Mace.

This kind of monster was supposed to be dealt with using the Demon Subduing Golden Mace, but if it was really solved with the identity of the Spirit Walker Head Chopper...

This was too scary, and the consequences were immeasurable.

But as he pondered, he turned his head and saw that Wu Ya's expression was a little strange, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

"So, so strange..."

Wu Ya said blankly in a low voice, "The insects have been acting strangely active since just now, and now..."

"...they seem to be getting more and more excited!"

"..."

Old Abacus wasn't of the Witchcraft Gu path, but he was knowledgeable and experienced. Hearing this strangeness, his heart suddenly moved, and his voice trembled: "No..."

"...could it be?"

"..."

"..."

Outside the Yan family mansion, the Iron Cage King still couldn't understand why the huge Yan mansion could be hidden and couldn't be found. In this urgency, he went mad and ordered his men to kill indiscriminately.

No matter what was strange about this, he didn't believe that he couldn't find the Yan family by pushing down the surrounding houses and killing all the people who might be using magic...

Because of his madness, the commoners around the Yan family mansion suffered, crying and screaming, a miserable sight that was unbearable to witness.

But in this chaos, at the end of the alley, a man wearing a white robe, with his hair disheveled, and holding a flute in his hand appeared. He slowly walked along the alley.

He turned a blind eye to the crying commoners and the corpses and heads on the ground. He just walked forward slowly with a indifferent expression. When he came to the Iron Cage Army full of murderous aura blocking the entrance of the alley, he stopped, frowned slightly, and said to the tall horse blocking the alley, "Get out of the way!"

"?"

It was precisely when they were killing madly that the Iron Cage Army sat high on their horses, looked at this man, and thought they had misheard.

"Get out of the way."

The man didn't even bother to explain, his eyes filled with indifference: "People can't be stupider than insects. I don't like killing people, but..."

"...I don't hate it either!"

ps: Recommending a book: 《1879美利坚：请叫我大佬》 (1879 America: Please Call Me Big Shot)

Recommendation: It's an old friend's book, also by an old author. The quality and updates are guaranteed. It's about transmigrating to America in 1879 and how someone who was sold as a piglet becomes a godfather.

Some of the Triad jargon and rituals are quite interesting. Those who are interested can check it out.