Chapter Fifty-Seven: In the Hall of Demons Dancing indiscriminately
Ma Xiaoling, who is accustomed to using soft whips, quickly mastered the use of the nine-section whip.
Ma Xiaolin could only accept the weapon given by Yuan Si, an unreliable guy, with the mentality that something is better than nothing.
After skillfully attaching the buckles on the nine small sticks one by one, Ma Xiaoling wrapped the nine-section whip around her waist.
"Um...Sister Xiaoling, you have to pay attention to one thing! You can't input any spiritual power into this nine-section whip easily, otherwise it will discharge!"
Yuan Si felt a little guilty. Looking at Ma Xiaolin's trembling body, he spoke cautiously.
"Yuan...Yuan...Yuanji! You...you...bastard! You didn't tell me such...such important news earlier!"
Da...da...Sister Danako, help me beat him up!"
Under the influence of the electric current released by the nine-section whip, Ma Xiaoling became a little incoherent. She danced and pointed at Yuan Si and let out an angry roar.
Wan Qi couldn't stand it anymore, so he gently touched the nine-section whip, and then Ma Xiaoling was freed from the electric shock.
Afterwards, Wan Qi ignored him and Danaiko and Ma Xiaoling brutally and inhumanely beat Yuan Si.
Looking at this hall, since they entered this four-story building.
The Japanese Japanese soldiers from Japan who originally besieged them had already retreated one after another.
"Danako! Do you feel familiar with the portrait hanging in this hall?"
Wan Qi looked at the portraits hanging in the hall, dragged Danai who was beating Yuanji to his side and asked.
"These portraits... seem to be legendary monsters from the Eastern Kingdom! This wheel has a head embedded in it and is surrounded by flames. Isn't it the wheel?
And this one! It’s Inugami and Nekomata! It’s also available here at Luo Xinfu! There’s even a portrait of Yuki Onna!”
Danako looked at these portraits with both kindness and confusion in her eyes.
She didn't understand why there were pictures of these monsters hanging in this hall.
Whether it is in China or Japan, it is not auspicious to hang such a portrait in the hall.
After hearing what Danako said, Wan Qi didn't say much. After lighting a cigarette for himself, he led everyone towards a staircase.
However, when this group of people just walked to the center of the hall, they heard cold laughter, strange calls, and some creepy and weird noises.
There was an inexplicable sound from the scrolls, and then, ghostly figures floated down from the scrolls into the hall.
In an instant, a gust of wind and snow blew out of thin air in the entire hall, causing everyone to squint their eyes.
When I looked at the hall clearly again, the corners of the entire hall were already covered with cobwebs.
A flaming wheel kept rolling back and forth on the ground. A huge vicious dog and a giant cat with two tails looked at everyone with fierce eyes.
A girl with a human face and a spider body was hanging upside down at the intersection of the corridor stairs. Next to her, a beautiful woman in white Oriental clothing looked at everyone with a cold smile.
"No! All the ghosts and monsters on those scrolls have actually come back to life!"
Yuan Si looked at the many ghosts and monsters that suddenly appeared in the hall with their mouths wide open.
Ma Xiaoling held the nine-section whip she took from Yuan Temple and looked around with a wary expression.
But this time she learned the lesson and found it from somewhere. A piece of rag was wrapped around a nine-section whip stick to prevent it from conducting electricity due to her input of spiritual power.
The long snake on Danako raised its head and kept spitting out snake messages all around.
Uncle Ying had already stood beside Wan Qi, consciously blocking the way of everyone.
"Ma Xiaoling! Yuanji! Danako! I leave the wheel, dog and cat to you!
Uncle Ying! You and I will deal with the woman in white and the spider monster first!"
With a cigarette hanging from his mouth, Wan Qi began to arrange their respective tasks for everyone.
After saying that, Wan Qi walked straight towards the woman in white, because Wan Qi could feel that among these monsters, this woman in white was the strongest.
King against king, general against general, small soldiers against small soldiers, this is Wan Qi's favorite way of fighting.
So Wan Qi chose to deal with the strongest one by himself. After all, the team members he had still needed to practice their business abilities!
"Uncle Ying! If my prediction is correct, that spider is earthy like you!
You can try more spells when fighting! Don't just attack with brute force!"
Seeing that Uncle Ying was already approaching the human-faced spider whom Danaiko called the new bride, Wan Qi reminded her with a smile.
"Don't worry, the young master has been following you for so long. I will not embarrass you, old servant!"
Upon hearing Wan Qi's reminder, Uncle Ying's dull and rigid old face showed a rare smile and nodded gently.
"Come on, Uncle Ying! You'd better stop laughing! Your smile is a bit charming! Face the enemy seriously!"
When Wan Qi saw Uncle Ying's smile, he always felt very awkward.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! The little guy is facing me, how dare you be distracted? It seems you really think your life is too long!"
As soon as Wan Qi finished speaking, the voice of the snow girl in white rang in his ears.
At the same time, a burst of ice-cold air directly enveloped Wan Qi's entire body.
In an instant, a thin layer of ice completely covered Wan Qi's body.
"You look pretty good! I wonder what your soul tastes like!"
Let this body of yours be my collection!"
Looking at Wan Qi who seemed to be sealed in an ice coffin, Xue Nu said to herself with a smile on her face.
However, in the heart of the snow girl, she felt very strange. The man sealed in the ice coffin must be the partner of these people.
But why didn't anyone want to come over and lend a helping hand when they saw him sealed in ice?
Of course, this doubt only flashed through her mind, because the reason she gave herself was human selfishness.
However, Xue Nu did not notice that Wan Qi, who was sealed in the ice coffin, was looking at the half-smoked cigarette butts falling on the ground with a look of regret.