AWB Chapter 956 The White Walkers (3)
Chapter 956 The White Walkers (3)
Chapter 956 The Others (Part 3)
Seeing this scene, Gao Jue was even more certain.
With the sixth-grade Ghost Willow and the powerful innate talent of Wisteria, it is possible to discover secret information without alerting outsiders.
Moreover, the other party described the details very thoroughly.
"Although those people acted discreetly, the medicinal food sent to Emperor Ding contained not only ordinary tonics, but I can guarantee that it contained potent tonics with strong toxicity, designed to give a critically ill, dying person a final push."
Wisteria looked displeased and briefly recounted what had happened that day.
"Oh?"
Han Yi remained calm and retorted, "Then what makes you think this isn't something someone deliberately staged for you? Just to let you know about this, and then think they've found important intelligence?"
"So you mean I've been scammed?" Wisteria sneered. "You don't believe this or that. If you're so capable, go and gather information yourself."
Gao Jue frowned and remained silent. He now felt that Han Yi was being a bit too sensitive and had gone too far.
He obtained medication from a pharmacy and inadvertently discovered a secret through his own efforts; the process was perfectly logical.
There aren't many people who have this ability to identify drugs; it's simply impossible for others to do it.
It's not hard to tell from Zi Teng's description that she discovered this by chance, by accident.
There were too many coincidences, making it seem less like a man-made trap.
“If this isn’t a trap…” Han Yi said calmly, “then the people outside… are they friends?” “Huh?!”
Gao Jue and Zi Teng were both taken aback.
clang…...
A crisp sound rang out.
Instantly, ripples spread through the air, and invisible sound waves, like flowing water, rapidly spread throughout the neighborhood. Centered on the shops, the surrounding bustling streets fell silent in an instant, and the crowds, like robots that had been turned off, fell into a silent slumber, frozen in place.
Pedestrians walking on the road, vendors on both sides, and diners in the restaurants all seemed to have been paralyzed, turning into wooden figures and remaining completely still.
Even inside the flower shop, the beautifully dressed women maintained a coy and inviting demeanor, though their light veils had already slipped down to their shoulders, revealing most of their smooth, milky-white skin.
dong dong dong.
Suddenly, someone gently knocked on the door. Han Yi and the other two exchanged a glance, but none of them moved.
"The door isn't locked, come in."
"Then we won't stand on ceremony..." A young man's voice came from outside the door, seemingly very polite.
boom! ! !
But as soon as he finished speaking, the door, like tofu, suddenly disintegrated and exploded, sending countless particles flying everywhere.
"I initially thought it was just a little mouse... but it turned out to be a whole mouse nest..."
A pale-faced young man appeared in front of the three of them, staring at Han Yi and his companions with great interest.
As he spoke, a hissing sound rang out, and a faintly ethereal, large, green-scaled serpent appeared, coiling around the young man's entire body.
After the giant serpent appeared, the air cooled rapidly, and a chilling, suffocating feeling pressed in from all sides, accompanied by a faint, pungent stench of snakes. "Azure Scaled Demon Serpent? You're from the Nine Yin School? Zhuo Qingyang?" Zi Teng exclaimed in surprise, clearly recognizing the other party's identity.
"The Nine Yin School?" Han Yi's heart stirred.
He had heard of this school of thought; it was one in the north, specializing in the cultivation of demonic arts and the study of demons.
Because of their constant contact with demonic energy, cultivation of demonic bodies, and dancing with demons, the members of this school of thought are all short-tempered, eccentric, and prone to fighting to the death at the slightest disagreement.
It's no wonder that Zifeng and Gaojue were so wary when they heard that the other side was from the Nine Yin School.
Either his soul self-destructs, or he experiments with various forms of human-demon fusion, or he simply engages in human-demon love affairs—it's best to avoid provoking such a madman as Jiuyin.
"Alright, Zhuo Qingyang. Stop scaring people here." At this moment, another disdainful female snort came from outside the door.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
From the shadows outside the door, a tall, slender woman clad in full black armor slowly approached.
She wore a sturdy metal skirt armor, which could not conceal her full and beautiful figure. The yellow copper bells at her waist jingled as she walked, and at this moment they were subtly exuding a captivating charm.
It's obvious that the strange things happening on the street are caused by this armored woman.
The woman raised her head, her face mask covering most of her face, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes. Although her appearance was not discernible, she exuded a heroic and unique aura, with a sharp and piercing presence.
"Women, come with me. Men, go with him. I think you two have no objections, right?"
"what?"
Gao Jue's mouth gaped open, his face filled with astonishment.
"Don't understand?" the valiant woman said impatiently. "The old man in the palace is dying. Now that you know about this, you can't remain uninvolved. Make a choice: the Cloud Wind lineage, or the Spirit Heart School?" "This..."
Gao Jue slumped down, only now realizing the truth.
A trap, a complete and utter trap…
They used information about the Ghost King as bait to lure the attention of the members of the Hundred Veins.
This clears the area and eliminates all unstable factors.
Mo Shaoming of the Yunfeng lineage and Luo Bingxianzi of the Lingxin lineage are the two strongest contenders in this ranking competition and the two most likely to win. They naturally have a lot of supporters around them.
These two individuals, after the battle officially began, did not seem to be idle, each recruiting followers and expanding their influence.
And now.
Emperor Ding was dying, and the decisive battle was imminent.
This is why we now conduct headcounts in advance to rule out any unforeseen circumstances and prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation.
After all, the biggest variable in this battle is... still the members of the Hundred Clans. This small outsider, a local, can't cause much of a stir.
"Can...no..." Gao Jue pleaded, "The three of us will absolutely not interfere in the Ghost King's competition; we only hope to secure a ranking..."
He had barely settled into his position as the leader of the three-person temporary team when he was about to relinquish power and be bossed around by others. Naturally, he was extremely unwilling.
"Discuss? Of course we can discuss it." Zhuo Qingyang smiled coldly. "If you're unwilling..."
Whoops!
The serpent clinging to him suddenly opened its massive mouth, its long tongue flicking out.
Bang! !
The shop assistant, who had been standing frozen at the door, was violently dragged over and slammed to the ground. His clothes were torn, his skin was split open, and blood streamed from his head, forming a small pool beneath him. Even so, the shop assistant remained motionless, lying stiffly on the ground.
laugh…...
At this moment, a huge suction force emanated from the demonic snake, and in the blink of an eye, a blurry grayish-white phantom floated out from the waiter's body.
The phantom was deathly pale, its appearance identical to that of the waiter, and its semi-transparent body clearly indicated it was a spiritual entity or soul.
The illusory figure swayed and floated, bobbing with the suction force, rushing straight toward the snake's mouth.
Click!
The foul-smelling, slimy snake mouth suddenly snapped shut, swallowing the phantom whole. It then let out a satisfied sigh, squinting its eyes as if it had just eaten a large piece of dessert.
"If you're unwilling... that's even better..." Zhuo Qingyang narrowed his eyes, "Perfect... it lets me eat my fill all at once..."
"A madman, a complete madman..."
Seeing this scene, Gao Jue turned pale and muttered to himself.
He knew the people of the Nine Yin School were crazy, but he didn't expect them to be this crazy.
Directly devouring the souls of other beings and fusing them with one's own can indeed rapidly strengthen one's divine soul in a very short time.
Even though everyone in the North knows this common sense, no normal person would do it.
The difference in the essence of other people's souls.
No matter how much purification is done after it has been consumed, it is impossible to completely remove the impurities.
Over time, allowing numerous impurities to remain within the soul leads to increasing mental disorder with continued cultivation. Gradually, the soul becomes infected, transforming into an evil spirit, losing its reason, and ultimately becoming an indescribable malevolent entity. Judging from Zhuo Qingyang's appearance... this shouldn't be the first time he's done this.
It's likely that it even ate its own original White Walker.
"Stop babbling. Hurry up!" the armored woman beside him urged. "We're asking you to choose a side, not sending you to your deaths. What's there to hesitate about?"
"..."
Gao Jue's face was bitter, and he was speechless.
What is the difference between this and committing suicide?
Mo Shaoming and Luo Bing are of similar status, with Mo Shaoming being a prince of Da Ning and Luo Bing being a high-ranking official of Da Ning. Their power and strength are roughly equal.
It's obvious without even thinking that getting involved in their conflict, unless you're a trusted confidant, would just mean doing the dirty work and being used as cannon fodder.
As for obtaining the Ghost King title and winning first place, that's out of the question. The first place in this ranking competition will be decided between Mo Shaoming and Luo Bing.
Although from the beginning, Gao Jue did not intend to win first place, but only planned to find a way to improve the White Walkers and get a decent ranking.
But now we can't even catch fish, and we're being forced to go and die. How could we possibly be willing to do that?
"well…..."
Gao Jue sighed deeply. He knew the situation was beyond his control, and he was prepared to give in.
They're all going to die.
But he could distinguish between dying now and dying later.
Besides, even if he were to die, he didn't want to die at the hands of the Nine Yin School.
The thought of being eaten, crunched and devoured, sent chills down Gao Jue's spine. Even if he had only lost a fragment of his soul, death wouldn't be real.
He didn't want to experience that feeling either.
“The three of us…” Gao Jue glanced at Han Yi and Zi Teng beside him and sighed helplessly.
"Wait a moment!"
Zhuo Qingyang suddenly spoke, interrupting the three of them.
“It’s the two of you. You two can come with us. He can’t go.”
He licked his lips, staring at Han Yi with a strange look in his eyes.