Chapter 1947: Attack_3 Chapter 1947: Attack_3 Everyone’s hearts tightened when the woman on the bull appeared. The old Daoist saw the woman getting closer and closer, and he imdiately raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t care which demon you are, I won’t allow you to run amuck!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the talismans in his hands shot out together with his incantation.
The rune light turned into a bolt of lightning and struck down on the woman’s head!
BOOM! BOOM!
With the sound of thunder, a bolt of lightning as thick as a person’s wrist pierced through the red mist and fell on the woman’s head.
‘Squeak-‘
The woman’s wail turned into a long, sharp screech, sowhat like the scream of an animal after being attacked.
“Ah?”
Everyone in the carriage heard the scream and looked over.
The mont the lightning touched the woman’s head, a large cloud of smoke spread.
The lightning tore apart the top of ‘her’ head, as if it was tearing apart a painted skin that was wrapped around ‘her’!
‘Her’ straight body went limp, and sothing rolled out of the loose robe.
The battle that everyone had expected did not happen. The ‘woman’ was shattered in one strike!
The mont the thing inside her body rolled out, the ‘woman’s’ body quickly shriveled up.
At the sa ti, sothing started to drill into the stomach of the old bull, who was barely standing.
With a squeaking sound, large piles of things fell from its stomach to the ground like dumplings.
Those things were like curled up furballs. Their bodies were ginger-yellow and stained with blood. After they fell to the ground, they imdiately spread out, their heads and tails coming out, turning into weasels.
“Yellow skin!”
When the people in the car saw this scene, they scread in horror.
As these things ca out one after another, yellow ox’s stomach was hollowed out, and he turned into a skeleton that was only skin and bones. His four hooves bent, and he fell to the ground with a ‘bang’, turning into an unmoving corpse.
A large number of weasels that had been killed by the lightning talismans rolled out, and their fluttering clothes touched the corpses of the cows. The ‘woman’s’ head tilted and drooped onto the back of the cow.
‘Squeak, squeak, squeak-‘
The weasels that crawled out of the dead cow’s stomach were like ghosts, quickly traversing the ground.
“These bastards!”
When the crowd saw that it was only the weasels ‘fault, although they felt their scalps go numb, they also heaved a sigh of relief.
“Let’s get off the car and clean them up!”
Although no one was willing to provoke these things that had turned into spirits, now that they had provoked them, since there was no way to avoid it, they naturally had to think of ways to clean it up.
The people on the carriage had been frightened by the strange sound. The old bull’s screams, the woman’s wails, and the figure that appeared on the back of the bull had frightened everyone. Now that they saw this scene, they felt that they had been fooled by this strange thing. Each of them clenched their fists in anger, wishing they could kill these weasels themselves.
“Don’t move!”
In the midst of the crowd’s anger, the old Daoist suddenly raised his hand and stopped everyone.
“There’s more,”
As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound ca from the grass around them.
Song Changqing, who was sitting at the outermost part of the carriage, poked his head out and saw that the grass was shaking. Under the red mist, a large number of yellow shadows were moving through, as dense as a sweeping tide, surrounding the Ox-cart from all directions.
“So many weasels!”
Even song Changqing, who was not afraid of ghosts or gods, could not help but shout in horror when he saw the mountain full of weasels.
Daoist priest song’s expression changed when he saw the weasels surrounding him. He took out sothing from his pocket and threw it into the sky.
“The heavens have blessed with divine might, turning beans into soldiers!”
The things that were thrown out instantly turned into soldiers in iron armor after they landed on the ground. There were about ten of them.
These people had brass-colored faces, wooden expressions, and stiff movents.
The pack of weasels that were sweeping over from the distance had already arrived in front of them in just a short mont.
Amidst the squeaking, a large number of rats rushed up the car.
The dozen or so copper-armored n summoned by Daoist priest song clumsily punched and grabbed the weasels, while the old Daoist used talismans to attack them with wind, fire, and lightning at the sa ti.
For a mont, the sound of thunder and lightning, as well as the sound of ‘creak’, was endless.
The several talismans stuck on the carriage took effect, turning into a layer of golden light that firmly protected the carriage.
However, the weasel pack was endless, and their numbers were terrifying.
It was as if all the weasels and wolves on the mountain had co out of their nests and gathered here.
Although the car had a protective shield, it was still attacked by a large number of weasels. With a squeaking sound, the car shook violently and was dragged forward.
‘Squeak!’
‘Giggle!’
Rustle rustle rustle!
The grass was separated, and the weasels seed to be possessed, not afraid of death.
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