Chapter 2136: Chapter 1995: Helai?
"I eat three ginseng roots a day." Mr. Zhao extended three fingers towards Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong thought for a moment and said, "Since the yin-yang harmony doesn’t work, we can only restore the body."
After speaking, Song Xiaodong took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Mr. Zhao, saying, "This bottle contains Fire Origin Pills, a blend of Jia and Yi, to replenish the Yuan Yang and help regulate the body."
Mr. Zhao glanced at Song Xiaodong and said, "Then I won’t stand on ceremony."
The first half of the night passed without incident.
Just after midnight, Mr. Zhao, Young Taoist, Old Taoist, Nestorianism representatives, Our Religion representatives, Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, and others gathered at the center of the camp, guarded by warriors.
A bonfire was lit in the middle of the camp, and the Young Taoist threw a Jade Bracelet into the fire.
The Jade Bracelet wasn’t damaged by the fire, and the flames dimmed slightly.
That night, the moon was no longer full, missing one side.
A missing moon is hard to round.
"If only my ancestor were still here, this unreasonable performer would be reduced to ashes with one seal!" the Young Taoist said.
No one replied.
"Now, we have to let religious representatives wait here to die and rely on the army for guard duty—it’s shameful," the Young Taoist said while shaking his head.
"Let’s formulate a combat strategy," Mr. Zhao looked around and said.
"Alright."
The group agreed.
"My Ruler can strike three times at most," Mr. Zhao said.
"My seal is broken and useless," the Young Taoist shrugged.
The Nestorianism representative showed everyone his Sheepskin Scroll, Crucifix Sword, Holy Water, and crossbow.
Our Religion representative took out the Tibetan Bowl, Skull Bowl, Prayer beads, and Human Skin Drum.
Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, and Chu Xianling didn’t take anything out.
The Young Taoist laughed, "I’ve lived to ninety-three, it’s not a loss for me, but it’s a pity for you youngsters, hahaha..."
Just then, the surrounding warriors noticed something.
Zhao Ruonan rushed over and saw silhouettes charging over from the horizon in the distance, mighty and menacing.
"Open fire!"
This time it was in General Zhao’s main camp. General Zhao was secure, and bullets were fired as if they were free at the silhouettes, kicking up dust in the desert.
The group made out, it was humanoid figures made of sand, shattered by bullets, with yellow sand flying everywhere.
Three thousand wandering souls, shaped by sand.
More sand creatures surrounded from all directions, gunfire erupted, yellow sand filled the air.
Song Xiaodong and others calmly stood in the center.
Magazine after magazine of bullets tilted onto the sand, sand creatures shattered, then re-emerged from the ground.
General Zhao’s warriors were well-trained, continuously firing to keep the sand creatures locked outside the camp.
Our Religion representative couldn’t sit still, picked up the Tibetan Bowl, gently struck it with a bone mallet, sending a prolonged chime beyond the camp.
Our Religion revered nature and skillfully utilized natural elements, according to Central Plains Taoist Arts, it was mastery of the Five Elements.
The sand creatures rushing up started to struggle to maintain human shape, with gravel falling everywhere, yellow sand scattered, turning back to dunes.
The Mages expressed their respect to the Our Religion representative.
Then, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the camp.
Our Religion representative picked up the Human Skin Drum, gently tapped, the drumbeat seemed filled with crying wandering souls, the whirlwind ceased instantly.
Soon after, the sound of opera singing began to echo throughout the camp.
Our Religion representative took out the Skull Bowl, poured a cup of wine inside, placed it on the ground, and kowtowed rhythmically.
The opera singing intensified, appearing distant then near, the direction constantly changing, making everyone on edge.
After a while of kowtowing, a "kacha" sounded, the Skull Bowl cracked in two, the wine inside turned blood red, seeping into the yellow sand.
Our Religion representative froze, his face even redder.
At this time, the emerald gemstone inlaid in the Nestorianism representative’s Sheepskin Scroll began to emit a faint green glow.
The Nestorianism representative also became tense; it was a sign of the demon’s arrival.
He abruptly stood up, took out his water bottle from his waist, and poured water into the bonfire at the camp’s center, and began chanting a curse.
He was chanting from the Classical Chinese version of the Bible’s "Old Testament."
Each time a little water was poured onto the bonfire, it blazed up sharply, the flames growing larger and brighter.
Then the Nestorianism representative put the Crucifix Sword he carried on his back to roast in the fire, soon turning a glowing red.
The opera singing abruptly stopped.
This silence was even more terrifying than the opera sound.
With the singing, one could at least determine the direction of these monsters.
Without it, nothing was certain, they could only huddle around the bonfire, waiting for the monsters to appear.
The performer would certainly come for his bracelet, so the Young Taoist threw the bracelet right in the fire, waiting for the performer to come for it.
"Behind!"
Warriors on the perimeter saw shadows behind the group and shouted; the warriors fired in that direction, sending sand flying around Song Xiaodong and others, but the shadows had already disappeared.
"What are you shooting at? Trying to kill us?" the Old Taoist berated the warriors.
"Everyone back into the tents, do not open them no matter what happens!" the Young Taoist commanded.
Zhao Ruonan arranged for the warriors to retreat into the four large tents.
Outside, a silence fell, only the camp’s bonfire crackled, and a bright mercury lamp hung from the antenna in the camp’s center, casting ghastly pale light on everyone’s faces.
Chapter 1999: This is the Result of Urination
