Chapter 2137: Chapter 1995: Helai? (6)
The night wind whistled, the temperature was very low, and the representative of Our Religion, needing to urinate, went to the edge of the camp to relieve himself.
Ten minutes passed, and the representative of Our Religion still had not returned.
The Old Taoist went to find him and saw the representative standing in the sand, maintaining a urinating posture, blood flowing from his eyes, already dead.
"Humph, see that? That’s the consequence of urinating," the Young Taoist said to those around.
Chu Xianling and Sun Yiyi lowered their heads.
Due to the special physiological structure of women, they cannot hold their urine.
"Master, it seems she intends to make us hold it in until we die," Song Xiaodong whispered to the Young Taoist.
"Exactly, well then, let’s be proactive, take care of this Fierce Ghost, and relieve ourselves with peace of mind."
The Young Taoist took out the Soul-Attracting Bell and hung it above the entrance of the tent, where it jingled in the wind.
Everyone except Mr. Zhao instinctively covered their ears.
Sure enough, the sound of opera singing reappeared.
A brilliant illumination could suddenly be seen on the western sand dunes, a shimmering Dragon Boat slowly descending from the dunes, with the same people from last night aboard.
Mr. Zhao squinted and noticed a change.
Yesterday, the opera members were shrouded in sinister energy, but now only resentment and anger remained.
In fact, there was an overwhelming resentment piercing the sky, overshadowing the stars and moon above.
It was unclear what great grievances these opera members had suffered in their former lives.
"Using every method today, it’s either your death or my survival!" the Young Taoist declared, stepping toward the Dragon Boat. Though he only took one step, his entire body turned into an elongated shadow, swiftly flying to the front of the Dragon Boat.
"You’ve been performing opera for six hundred years, today I’ll dismantle your stage!"
After speaking, the Young Taoist took a deep breath and exclaimed, exhaling a fireball that ignited the Dragon Boat.
There were twelve members in the opera troupe on the Dragon Boat. Seeing the boat catch fire, they hurried to the backstage to fetch water to douse the flames.
But no matter how much water they poured, they couldn’t extinguish the flames burning on the dragon’s head.
"Humph, you think you can put out my lingering fire?" the Young Taoist sneered.
The Qingyi woman singing in the opera suddenly leaped onto the burning dragon’s head, using her body to smother the flames.
The Qingyi woman appeared as if she were a popsicle thrown into the fire, her skin severely charred, white smoke rising as she barely managed to extinguish the flames.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" the Young Taoist asked the Qingyi woman, perplexed.
The Qingyi woman did not respond; she climbed up. Her face, body, and thighs were all burned, revealing charred skin. Scabs formed by the burns continually peeled away, exposing the cooked flesh inside.
The Qingyi woman glanced at the Young Taoist, tilted her head, and the skin all over her body started to crack like a snake shedding its skin, large patches of skin and flesh falling away, revealing new flesh and clothing that had regrown.
Even her clothes could regrow from within her flesh.
In an instant, the Qingyi woman restored her original appearance amid the scattered pieces of flesh.
On top of the Qingyi woman’s head was still Song Xiaodong’s silver needle, and through Mr. Zhao’s third eye, he saw Yin energy still leaking out continuously.
However, the Qingyi woman’s cultivation was not diminished at all; her resentment was even heavier.
The Qingyi woman still did not speak, but pointed a finger at the Young Taoist.
The other members of the opera troupe, with sharp cries, rushed toward the Young Taoist. The Young Taoist stepped back to dodge ten meters, but the apparitions persisted in chasing him. The Young Taoist pulled out a cloth bag from his sack, and scattered a bright red powder towards the apparitions.
The red powder landed on the faces of the opera troupe members, and they began to scream in agony. The powder seemed highly corrosive, burning them until their clothes were ragged, and they used their hands desperately to shake off the red powder clinging to them.
The Young Taoist had thrown a bag of Cinnabar.
Seizing the opportunity, the Young Taoist drew his Golden Sword and launched a wide slash, cutting the opera troupe members in half, reducing many to ashes.
"Now is the time."
The Nestorian representative saw that only the Qingyi woman remained on the Dragon Boat and took the chance to rush forward, as fast as the Young Taoist, loading the crossbow as he ran. Once loaded, he fired relentlessly at the Qingyi woman on the Dragon Boat. The Qingyi woman waved her hand, causing a pile of sand to rise out of nowhere and block the arrows one by one.
The Nestorian representative took a broken spearhead from his wide robe and charged towards the Qingyi woman.
The Qingyi woman flicked her sleeve, and a long white water sleeve flicked out, flinging the Nestorian representative away. But while being flung away, he managed to fire another round from his crossbow, pinning the Qingyi woman’s water sleeve to the Dragon Boat.
The Qingyi woman tugged her sleeve, found it immovable, then reached to pull the arrows, realizing they were not arrows but nails. As soon as her hand touched the black nails, they emitted Golden Light, burning two deep scars into her hand.
Nails that crucified Jesus are considered Sacred Objects in Nestorianism, and naturally, a Yin Body like the Qingyi woman cannot touch them.
The Young Taoist broke through the attack of the opera troupe, took another step, and reached the Qingyi woman, brandishing the Golden Sword deep into her chest.
The Qingyi woman let out another scream, but instead of disintegrating as expected, she continued glaring at the Young Taoist with eyes full of hatred, making the Young Taoist uneasy.
The Young Taoist had forgotten that the Qingyi woman’s heart was in the place where Master Benwu had become one with the desert.
While the Young Taoist was momentarily stunned, a gust of wind blew, and the Qingyi woman’s hair suddenly surged, quickly wrapping around the Young Taoist’s head.
At this moment, the Nestorian representative climbed back up, holding the spearhead, and charged at the Qingyi woman, thrusting the spearhead fiercely into her abdomen.
The seemingly ordinary spearhead pierced into the Qingyi woman’s belly, and she let out an even more heart-wrenching scream. Golden Light emanated from the spearhead, burning a hole in her body.
The Qingyi woman groaned in pain, the force of her hair lessening, allowing the Young Taoist to twist his head free, his mouth filled with hair.
The Nestorian representative seized the opportunity, took out the crossbow, and grabbed one of the Qingyi woman’s arms, shooting a nail from the crossbow to pin that arm to the Dragon Boat’s side.
The Young Taoist spat out the hair and hurriedly stepped forward to help the Nestorian representative grab the Qingyi woman’s other hand, also nailing it to the Dragon Boat’s side.
Both her feet were firmly pinned down as well.
The other members of the opera troupe rushed over again.
The Young Taoist brandished the Golden Sword, slashing several times, burning the apparitions to ash like paper.
The Nestorian representative picked up the water bottle from his waist and poured Holy Water over the Qingyi woman’s body.
Cold air constantly emitted from the top of the Qingyi woman’s head, while the spots on her body doused by the Holy Water corroded and steamed.
