C288 It was another nameplate …

The Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle in his hands buzzed again. It suddenly broke free from my palm, and when it reappeared, it was already in Ksitigarbha's incomparably shriveled hand. I didn't know how to judge the back of that hand. I thought that might be the real thing. A layer of old man's skin was wrapped around the skinny bones. It was still as thin as before, as if it could be ripped off with a light stroke.

Something fell off from the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle. It was when I was holding the Demon Fighter Pestle, the top quality cinnabar that Zheng Wuxie had swiped at Ksitigarbha's eye, disappeared quickly. It was as if it was completely absorbed by the eye on the Demon Fighter Pestle.

With the opening of that eye, that seemingly real Kitigarbha's figure became more real, and the eyes on the back of his head began to glow with a golden light, sweeping back and forth on the rusted mirror as if communicating on another level with it.

Zheng Wuxie and I could only watch helplessly as the mirror once again emitted light. It was just that this time, there was no vortex formed, as though it was only responding to the golden light that was cast on it.

The disappeared seventh hall Yama King appeared behind the judge's platform once again. He slapped the table, causing the entire hall to shake. Countless dust began to fall, but before it could fall, it had already disappeared.

"Yes!" The voice of the Hades of the seventh hall seemed to echo out from the darkness, bringing with it a sense of chilliness as well as some other inexplicable feelings. It seemed to be a kind of law. He took out an arrow with a black background and white letters from the command box on the table, and threw it on the ground in front of him.

Thus, in this kind of environment that simply shouldn't have appeared, Zheng Wuxie and I, as the only two witnesses, once again saw a bizarre scene. Although this kind of scene wasn't that grand, it was extremely strange.

First, Kitigarbha's skin suddenly turned black. Then, his head rotated 180 degrees before turning back and disappearing. With a clang, the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle fell onto the seventh step and appeared in my hands.

On the seventh step, the rusty mirror flashed smooth, but the whirlpool once again directly pulled Zheng Wuxie and I in front of it. Once again, I saw those seven blood-colored words — — There was no good person in front of the sinful looking mirror.

The two of us were pulled into the whirlpool without any ability to resist. In that short moment, it seemed as though several years had passed. The two of us passed through many story scenes! When I settled down and looked at my surroundings once again, Zheng Wuxie and I were already standing at the starting point, the spot where we took our tenth step.

My right hand still held onto the Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle steadily. The cinnabar powder on its Ksitigarbha eye had completely disappeared, and in my left hand, there was an additional small mirror. Maybe it's a little inappropriate to call it a mirror. It's just a thin piece of metal the size of my palm, thin as a cicada's wing and the color of rotten bronze.

Zheng Wuxie and I looked at each other, and then placed the thing inside my pocket along with the small black cloth. The distance between us and the small black cloth coughed and cursed immediately rang beside my ears, as though it was extremely fearful of the mirror, and continued to shout at me to take the thing away and not put it together with it, saying that it was too scary.

"Zheng!" Fan Cunhu, who was standing still, immediately called out to me. He frowned, the black Pu Dao in his hand was still dripping blood all the way down, but that half of the blade seemed to be filled with countless blood.

The grandma didn't look too well either. Her originally healthy face now looked extremely listless. Between her fingers, blood was slowly seeping out and dripping to the ground. Xiao Ya's face was pale white, her eyes were filled with the kind of fear and dread that would only appear after being frightened. microintercalated soil, on the other hand, stubbornly pursed his lips, looked at the dead bodies of the beasts around them, as well as the dead bodies of the few people around them.

In the pile of corpses, two tigers and a giant panda stood out. However, at this moment, the panda did not look very cute, its white fur was tainted with dirty blood and mixed with earthy filth, and its pair of large eyes that did not even close were completely blood-red, as if it had lost its mind.

Looking at that blood-red color, my heart skipped a beat. I seem to have seen this kind of strange situation somewhere before … After thinking about it carefully, I was so angry that my scalp almost exploded. I believe that if I did not have sufficient mental fortitude, it would be difficult for my anger to burn down this Zheng Valley.

"Zheng Qiqiao, how can you not be angry? People are easily bullied! " How could I not know, I wondered to myself, that even in death I would be able to recognize this masterpiece. Back then, when we met that group of crazy beasts in the Great Qin Mountain, wasn't it because they used this kind of method to control their minds that made them come and attack me, Fan Cunlong, and Huang San Huang Si at that time? At that time, I was just a little bit away from being buried in the Great Qin River, which spans eight hundred kilometers.

"The Zheng Family!" I gnashed my teeth. In my heart, I had an answer that was 99% accurate. This definitely came from the arm of Zheng Jiantang's bloodline.

Zheng Jiantang was the person who casually walked into the store and offered a high price to ask for the map fragment. He was also the one who offered the most to me, Little Black, a piece of rag that had no ornamental value. At that time, the speed at which my words came out of my mouth was not light, and in the end, they repeatedly suppressed my shop. From his performance at that time, it was very likely that the danger that I had encountered in Great Qin Mountain was caused by them.

Boil the beans and burn them. Sobbing in the pot. They were originally born from the same root, so why rush? In my heart, I couldn't help but remember the poem that was written by Cao Zijian, the genius of Luo Shen. However, it didn't seem appropriate to have the same origin.

"Cun Hu, what's going on?" I looked at the corpses and asked Fan Cunhu, in my heart I quietly recorded this debt onto the branch of the Zheng Clan that Zheng Jiantang was at, the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range. When I finally leave this Hundred Thousand Mountain Range, perhaps it might really be time to collect the debt, if not, everyone would think that I was a soft persimmon that anyone could pinch.

"I don't know. Zheng, you guys just disappeared. We didn't move from here, but a lot of big guys immediately came in from outside …" Fan Cunhu's words weren't really complicated, but they told us a thrilling and deadly scene that happened not long ago. Fan Cunhu carried the ferocious beasts alone, while the old granny protected Xiao Ya and Qi Tu.

I focused on the loss of those who fell down and killed them all with a single slash of my blade. Maybe some of them had struggled before they died, and the place where the body had fallen was a mess.

"Then these people came in. They were very hostile towards us, and it seems like they were the ones controlling these things to attack us. I'll go and kill them." Fan Cunhu's voice was extremely calm, and the few people who fell either had their necks broken, or their hearts shattered by Fan Cunhu's blade. "After they died, those big fellows all left. Else, we would not be able to stop so many of them."

"Are there any problems now?" Zheng Wuxie looked at the canyon entrance that was close to us once again and asked me softly.

"What do you want to do?" I nodded my head. I hadn't finished walking through that illusion, but after that unbelievable scene, we crossed over the rest of it at almost the same time.

Zheng Wuxie did not say anything, he stared at the few dead men and walked over, squatting and feeling around on their bodies. The atmosphere was a little tense, I shook my shoulders and said to Fan Cunhu: "Cun Hu, you are too much. You have even killed a panda, but we are level 1 protected animals, so we don't even know how many times more valuable we are."

"Ugh …" "It's a panda, not a human …" Fan Cunhu's explanation made people at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but when I thought about how the steak he made for me was just like a pile of sh * t theory, I felt that it was really nothing. At least it wouldn't affect my appetite at all, and that would be great enough.

Zheng Wuxie walked to my side while grabbing onto the three thumb sized nameplates, and he handed them over to me. I gave them a rough glance, and saw the word "Zheng" on the front of all three nameplates, but without paying close attention, I simply couldn't identify what was inscribed on the back. However, it was definitely related to animals, which I was sure.

"People from the 12th room." Zheng Wuxie reminded me: "Only they can control beasts, moreover, they only have twelve rooms worth of nameplates on them. Hey! "The hearts of people have changed. The Second Branch is becoming more and more powerful. I was really afraid that they would suppress you to the point where you couldn't even lift your head."

"It's alright. When we get out of here, we'll think of a way to deal with them one by one." In the previous few times, I had the thought of settling this issue peacefully, but this time, I decided to take the tit for tat. There was a saying, 'good people are bullied,' and 'good horses are ridden by people.' Besides, the teacher had also said it before, to avenge himself.

"You have to do this, I can't stop you!" I don't think my mother would let me get involved, but... It feels so contradictory. "