Chapter 108 The lingering shadow
The mountain god trembled subconsciously, as if this dagger made him have an innate fear, even greater than Minghong.
The vine that was holding Zhao Yushu loosened immediately, and the mountain god flew backwards as if floating. However, it was too late. He was no longer faster than Zhao Yushu who was blessed by the fleeting light.
Madam Xu stabbed fiercely, and a sharp scream was heard.
The mountain god turned around in disbelief. Zhao Yushu jumped back several meters, and Madam Xu disappeared from his palm again.
"Is it a surprise? What should I call you? The messenger from the underworld?" A black shadow appeared and disappeared, uttering intermittent and extremely resentful screams. Finally, a figure shrouded in a black robe completely emerged.
Zhao Yushu stared at the man in black robe in front of him. That black robe had appeared in his dreams countless times.
The man in black must be dead, but he might be organized, and the members of this organization finally appeared in front of him again.
The mountain god's faceless head turned around. Even though he had no facial features, Zhao Yushu could still feel that the mountain god's gaze on him was filled with unfathomable malice.
"You seem unhappy. Didn't you want to kill the messenger from the underworld? I killed him for you. How do you thank me?" Zhao Yushu sneered, but he couldn't lift the corners of his mouth. Half of his face was numb and stiff.
"Ah, I understand," Zhao Yushu pretended to be enlightened. "You lied to me. You are not crazy at all. You cooperated with the people in the underworld and wanted to take advantage of the chaos in the world to break away from the constraints of the Tang Emperor's edict and no longer be just a local mountain spirit. Maybe you can even break through the restrictions of the inner scene. Am I right?"
Of course, Zhao Yushu was talking nonsense. These words were purely to stimulate the Mountain God. If one wanted to win in an unfavorable situation, the most important thing was not to go all in and gamble, but to calm down and induce the opponent to make a mistake.
"You ignorant boy, what do you know!" The mountain god was indeed angry, but his anger was mixed with unconcealable fear.
Zhao Yushu's fingers moved slightly, and an invisible silk thread quickly straightened. After stabbing the black-clothed shadow with a sword, Old Zhao casually inserted Chengying on the altar, which was now at the feet of the mountain god.
"Hey, your breath is dropping!" The black shadow behind the mountain god kept twisting after being stabbed, and it even began to become vague, as if it was about to disappear.
This is different from the man in black whom he killed in the secret passage.
As the black shadow struggled, the mountain god's majestic aura declined visibly, branches began to break, and leaves began to fall, as if the mountain god's sixth-level cultivation was brought about by this black shadow.
Parasitism! Zhao Yushu suddenly understood, no, it should be symbiosis. I don’t know what kind of agreement the mountain god has reached with the black-clothed organization. Is the black-clothed organization the underworld?
A series of questions arose, and Zhao Yushu knew that given his current relationship with the mountain god, he would probably never get the answers from the mountain god.
"Mountain God, you are weaker than I thought. If you don't show your trump card, you will die here today."
Although Zhao Yushu sounded confident, he was actually very panicked inside. Just now, he relied on the mountain god's mindset to launch a sneak attack and successfully killed the black shadow behind the mountain god. If he had stabbed the mountain god that time, it might have been successful, but the psychological pressure that Black Clothes brought to Lao Zhao was too great. He could slowly find a way to kill the mountain god, but as long as Black Clothes didn't die, Zhao Yushu was unsure.
Zhao Yushu was on full alert, ready to deal with the mountain god's furious counterattack at any time. He had no plan as to what to do next.
But something happened that made him drop his jaw;
The mountain god lowered his head and crouched down, as if he was kneeling.
Admit defeat? A thought flashed through Zhao Yushu's mind, and he disappeared into the sky in an instant. Are you kidding me? Even if his shadow was destroyed by a sword, even if his cultivation level declined, the Mountain God is still at least at the level of the fourth heaven, and there is also Zhang Chun who is eyeing him covetously.
Two fourth-level heavens against one second-level peak, the advantage is on him.
By the way, where is Zhang Chun?
Zhang Chun was in front and to the side. The branches and leaves were flying around, and Zhang Chun didn't know how to dodge, so he was pulled into the corner. At this time, Zhao Yushu looked over and felt a chill in his heart.
Zhang Chun half-knelt on the ground, saying nothing.
How does that sentence go? There is someone behind me, right?
Zhao Yushu turned around stiffly, his whole body cold.
"Little god, I am here to meet the messenger from the underworld." The mountain god's trembling voice came from behind.
"One of my souls was destroyed, so I came here to see what happened, Mountain God?"
Zhao Yushu looked at the tall shadow in front of him, wearing a black robe that almost took up the entire hall. An overwhelming sense of oppression came towards him. A pair of shining eyes under the black hood passed over him and looked at the mountain god behind the altar.
It was a projection, but this mere projection actually suppressed him to the point where he could not move.
interior!
Is this the real messenger from the underworld?
"Report to the messenger, this boy killed your soul with a sword."
"Oh, Second Heaven? Is it this sword?"
With a ding, Chengying popped out from the altar without any warning, revealing the sword body, floating in front of the phantom: "Interesting, but this sword won't work. Who is he?"
"I learned from two outsiders that he was a scholar from the Eastern Capital. As soon as he entered the mountain, I sensed a breath and tried to ask the witch to lure him here. Unexpectedly, he had a sharp weapon and killed your soul. Messenger, please give me another soul. I can't hold on any longer."
Aura? What aura? What aura could I have? Madam Xu only showed up last night, but she had been following me since I entered the mountain.
It was not accidental that the witch escaped from the mountain temple. The mountain god deliberately asked her to do so. Even if I couldn't find any clues, the mountain god would leave clues for me.
Although the black deer happened to stop me once, its ultimate goal was to bring me here.
Zhao Yushu was confused and wanted to ask a few questions, but he couldn't open his mouth.
However, the messenger from the underworld did not know Madam Xu, which means that his soul was only responsible for providing spiritual power or other purposes, and could not see or know what was happening here.
Zhao Yushu moved his wrist, not because he regained his mobility, but because of an invisible force pulling him. The Buddhist beads fell off automatically, slowly floated upwards, and floated in front of the phantom. At the same time, his own fire-patterned sword and heavenly silk shadow also appeared.
"Without a storage bag, where is your sword hidden?" The messenger's calm voice sounded, and Zhao Yushu felt the muscles in his mouth relax, as if he could speak.
Faced with an inner scene, Zhao Yushu felt that lying was not a wise thing to do, especially since this inner scene was his mortal enemy.
"Guess." As expected, I still love to commit suicide. Zhao Yushu wanted to slap himself in the face, but his hands could not move.
"I like young people with character. This reminds me of my youth. But little guy, this love can only be exchanged for one chance. You just used it. Where is your sword hidden?"
You old ghost are quite easy to talk to.
Although the messenger did not say anything harsh, Zhao Yushu knew that if he continued to act like this, death would be a luxury for him.
"Let me move my hands to get it out."
As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand could move again.
Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand, and a stream of light appeared...