lcionline Chapter 926 Government
Chapter 926 Government
Shrouded in the black fog, Zhao Mo and the yamen runners were in a desperate situation. They lost contact with each other and could only fight on their own. Zhao Mo knew that if they didn't break the black fog as soon as possible, they would all die here. He suppressed the fear in his heart and tried hard to recall the knowledge he had learned, trying to find a way to break it. At this time, the figure of the gray-clothed man was looming in the black fog. He stood beside the altar, continued to chant the spell, and controlled the black fog. The smile on his face became more and more ferocious...
The truth of the fog The black fog surged like a living thing, and every wisp of fog seemed to carry malice and penetrated Zhao Mo's mouth and nose. He endured the stinging pain in his throat, and his arm waving the saber gradually became heavy. The terrified shouts of the yamen runners kept coming from all around, mixed with the gloomy chanting of the black-robed man, forming a desperate sound wave in the closed cabin. Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from the fog, with half-inch-long nails on the fingertips, showing blue-black decay, and grabbed Zhao Mo's throat directly. Zhao Mo rolled sideways, and the saber chopped out, but only cut off a piece of nothingness. The cold voice sounded in his ears again, with a sticky smile: "You shouldn't come to meddle in other people's business. This is a blood sacrifice to awaken the sleeping gods!" Before the voice fell, countless twisted human faces emerged from the black fog. They opened their mouths wide, revealing rotten teeth, and rushed towards Zhao Mo. "What gods! It's just an excuse for you to kill innocent people!" Zhao Mo roared, and the badge of Kaifeng Prefecture on his waist suddenly glowed. He remembered that his master had said that this badge carried the righteousness of Bianjing and could ward off evil spirits at a critical moment. He took off the badge, raised it above his head, and shouted: "Kaifeng Prefecture is here, demons and monsters, retreat quickly!" Wherever the light reached, the black fog retreated like a tide, and those illusory faces screamed miserably and turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated. Zhao Mo could see clearly that the gray-clothed man was standing behind the altar, the talisman paper in his hand was burning with a faint blue flame, and his bamboo hat had fallen off, revealing a distorted face. The man was about forty years old, with a hollow scar on his left eye, and his right face was covered with hideous burn marks, and his eyes were full of madness and paranoia. "Take him down!" Zhao Mo waved his saber and rushed forward again with the yamen runners. The gray-robed man laughed strangely and threw out a string of bells from his sleeves. The bells made a piercing sound, and the black-robed men suddenly became extremely powerful, swinging their weapons vigorously. A yamen runner failed to dodge and was entangled by the iron chain around his neck. His face turned purple in an instant and he fell to the ground twitching. Zhao Mo was anxious. He noticed that the gray-robed man was always guarding the red puppet on the altar. "Destroy the puppet first!" He shouted to remind his companions. The two yamen runners understood and swung their knives at the puppet. However, the moment the blade touched the puppet, a black smoke burst out from the puppet, knocking the yamen runners out and hitting them heavily against the cabin wall. "Foolish mortals!" The gray-clothed man laughed wildly, "This puppet is made of the souls of ninety-nine boys and girls. How can you destroy it so easily? Twenty years ago, your ancestors blew up the ancient tomb at the ferry and released the evil creature that suppressed the river god. The blood sacrifice today is just to pay for the sins!" Zhao Mo's heart was shocked. He remembered the ferry massacre that the boatman had mentioned. Could the truth be related to the ancient tomb? But he didn't have time to think about it at this moment. The battle continued. He saw the opportunity and rushed to the gray-clothed man in one step, and his sword went straight to the other's throat. The gray-clothed man was not in a hurry. The talisman paper in his hand suddenly turned into a black chain and entangled Zhao Mo's wrist. "Do you think you can stop the river god from coming?" The gray-clothed man approached Zhao Mo, and the stench of rancidity sprayed on his face. "Li Xiuniang, Chen Shuyan, their ancestors were all tomb robbers! They blew up the ancient tomb and caused the seal of the river god to loosen. Now it is more appropriate to use their descendants for blood sacrifice!" Zhao Mo struggled hard, thinking of Li Xiuniang's mother's crying and Chen Shuyan's unfinished letter, and his anger became even worse. "Even if their ancestors are guilty, they should not implicate innocent people!" He shouted, broke the chain with a sudden force, and swung the knife at the gray-clothed man's arm. The gray-clothed man felt pain and the talisman paper in his hand fell. Zhao Mo took the opportunity to kick the altar. The huge red puppet fell to the ground with a bang, and the silver needles on his body burst out. The black-robed people screamed in fear, and the chanting sound stopped abruptly. Their strength seemed to be drained, and they collapsed to the ground one after another. Seeing that the situation was not good, the gray-clothed man turned around and wanted to escape, but Zhao Mo grabbed the back of his collar and threw him to the ground. "Tell me! How many accomplices do you have?" Zhao Mo put a knife to the other's chest. The gray-clothed man laughed with his head raised, his laughter full of despair and madness: "Accomplices? In the whole Bianjing, people who believe in the river god are everywhere! Do you think that you can stop the disaster by catching a few of us? Once the river god wakes up, the whole city of Bianjing will sink to the bottom of the river!" At this moment, the black ship suddenly shook violently, and a loud "boom" came from outside the cabin. Zhao Mo turned his head and saw a raging fire at the stern, and a huge ghost face faintly emerged in the flames. "Oh no, they are detonating explosives!" A yamen runner shouted. Zhao Mo made a prompt decision, took the gray-clothed man, and rushed to the deck with the remaining yamen runners. The black ship groaned in the flames, and the wooden boards broke one after another. As soon as Zhao Mo and others jumped off the boat, a deafening explosion came from behind them. A huge air wave overturned them to the ground. Looking back, the black ship had been blown into pieces, and the burning wreckage floated on the river, like a sea of hellfire. "Boss, look!" A yamen runner pointed at the water and exclaimed. Zhao Mo looked closely and saw a faint green light flashing in the depths of the riverbed, and a huge black shadow was vaguely swimming. Seeing this, the gray-clothed man showed a strange smile on his face: "The river god is about to wake up... You all have to die..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly broke free from his restraints, jumped into the river, and was instantly swallowed by the surging river water. Zhao Mo stood on the shore, looking at the burning black ship and the strange river surface, and knew in his heart that the truth of this case had just surfaced. Although the cult organization was temporarily defeated, the secrets at the bottom of the river, the mystery of the ancient tomb twenty years ago, and those accomplices hiding in the dark, were like a cloud of fog, shrouding the sky over Bianjing City. He clenched his sword tightly, his eyes determined - no matter how many dangers lie ahead, he will get to the bottom of the truth and give peace to the people of Bianjing. He knew that this seemingly peaceful city life could be broken by crime at any time. Just as Zhao Mo stopped in front of a noodle stall on the street and prepared to buy some pancakes for lunch, a petty official came galloping over on a fast horse, and the dust raised by the horse's hooves fell on his brand new official uniform.