Chapter 348: Chapter 312: Water Wraith Siege

Sang Que and Qiao Ling approached the pass, and immediately an arrow shot down from the city wall, embedding itself dozens of meters ahead of them.

“Halt!”

Sang Que and Qiao Ling stopped in their tracks, both looked up toward the city wall.

Every ten meters along the wall was a brazier, with a row of guards holding longbows standing there. Cannons were also mounted between the guards, their dark muzzles aimed at the open space below.

Directly above the city gate, stood a person in armor different from the other guards, holding a monocular and looking in their direction.

Sang Que took a closer look at the cannons, noting their old design, and recalled that she had never seen cannons in Wangshan City or during her trip to Xunzhou, implying they must have been kept in storage, only brought out for real battles.

If the Xuan Dynasty has already started using cannons widely and firearms become common in the future, then Bright Moon Mountain must also prepare.

Coming out to take a look was the right decision, at least to know what to prepare for next.

Qiao Ling cleared her throat and shouted toward the wall, “Nine Songs Bell Doctor, something important to report!”

The commander on the wall, seeing clearly Qiao Ling’s mask, and staring at Sang Que for a while, didn’t directly let them into the city but lowered the commander from the wall.

That person, carrying a broadsword, quickly ran over and stood five steps away, craning his neck to observe.

“Please don’t blame us, lately many have been impersonating Bell Doctors to deceive us into opening the gate, so we must be cautious. May I know what this important matter is?”

Qiao Ling’s lips under the mask pursed into a line, somewhat speechless, she took a breath and said, “The Qianshou Army has dispatched a scout team to infiltrate the upper reaches of the Three Rivers, sacrificing people to summon Water Ghosts. If successful, the Water Ghosts will attack the city around 3 a.m.”

Hearing this, the commander’s pupils dilated, “Please find a safe place to take shelter. If Water Ghosts attack tonight, wait until we defeat them, then I will invite you into the city.”

After speaking, the commander remained vigilant and turned to run back.

Sang Que looked at Qiao Ling, “Didn’t you say it wouldn’t be hard to enter the city with your identity?”

Qiao Ling’s fists clenched, “How is this my fault?”

With no other choice, Sang Que summoned the flower sedan again, carrying her and Qiao Ling to a higher small hill nearby for temporary shelter.

On the way here, Sang Que collected some corpses. She wondered if the Qianshou Army could still gather enough sacrifices as they neared the city by the river, yet no corpses were visible in the riverbed.

At 4 a.m., a sudden thunderclap sounded in the sky, large dark clouds rolled in, gathering precisely over Sancha River Pass. The clouds were thick and low, with blood-colored lightning silently flashing through.

Ferocious winds howled over the Three Rivers, like ghosts wailing, while whirlpools emerged all over the river, with corpses submerging and emerging within them, all of which were sacrifices.

Boom!

The fierce wind and rain came without warning, pouring down solely on the city. From the great rivers on three sides of the city, bizarrely swelling water surfaces emerged, with gigantic dark shadows rapidly surfacing from the riverbed.

Boom!

The ground quaked as enormous arms composed of pale, decayed corpses burst from the river, slamming heavily onto the ground.

Those corpses were pale, greasy, and swollen, entangled with underwater weeds, some even covered with shell creatures, presenting a horrifying sight.

They struggled to rise, making hoarse sounds, with water pouring from various parts of their bodies, advancing toward the city wall.

“Fire!”

A loud shout echoed through the dark night, and the cannons on the wall roared to life, blasting those riverside corpses into pieces.

The vermillion in the shells formed red smoke, scorching any corpses touching it into blackness, slowing their advance.

The first wave of Water Ghost slaves was flattened by cannon fire, but the three-sided river stirred violently like untamed horses, roaring and surging. Gigantic waves rose one after another, colliding with each other and splashing waters up to several meters high, continuously crashing against the riverbank.

The fierce wind churned with bean-sized raindrops, pounding onto the river surface, creating ripples. The waves roared, the ground trembled, and the turbid river water, filled with silt, branches, and debris, surged forward irresistibly.

Once again, gigantic arms formed from corpses surged from the river, crashing heavily onto the ground, this time much closer to the city wall.

Boom boom boom!

The cannon roar resounded again, constantly blasting the emerging corpses, shattering them instantaneously into water that converged and flowed toward the wall.

At the same time, the torrential rain formed puddles on the wall and within the city, with pale, swollen corpses crawling out of them, attacking nearby soldiers.

The soldiers wore red cloth around their heads, with Eight Diagrams Mirrors embedded in their armor’s chest and back, using peach wood spears engraved with runes to fend off the corpses.

On the battlefield, the soldiers’ morale and killing intent converged into an invincible Evil Qi capable of slaying ghosts.

Amid the shouts of battle, soldiers thrust their spears, causing the corpses to explode into water, with the fierce rain continuing the carnage.

Initially, the defenders of Sancha River Pass held the upper hand, but the Water Ghosts kept coming endlessly, rendering their efforts futile, only tiring them.

As the river’s water level rose, nearing the walls, huge arms burst once more from the river, violently striking the eastern wall.

A deafening crash resounded, flinging the defenders and cannons from the battlements, with terrifying cracks spreading along the wall; just one more heavy strike would topple it.

On the wall, exhausted soldiers could accidentally get embraced by corpses and swiftly dragged into the water beneath, drowning them alive.

The rain clouds above grew thicker, hanging lower, as the torrential rain poured down, threatening to engulf the entire Sancha River Pass with floodwaters.

Standing on the unscathed small hill nearby, Qiao Ling nervously clenched her fists. She could save lives, even resurrect the dead, but faced with this situation, she was helpless.

Just as Qiao Ling was about to ask Sang Que to do something, Sang Que pulled out a scroll from her back, shaking Xia Chan and Xuan Yu out of it.

Xia Chan landed with an “Ouch” on the ground, swallowing a mouthful of grass.

Sang Que quickly said, “Little Chan, come with sister to slay Water Ghosts! Xuan Yu, you stay here.”

After speaking, Sang Que nodded at Qiao Ling, grabbing Xia Chan’s arm, and the two of them headed toward the battlefield. Sang Que had been observing and contemplating how to drive away the Water Ghosts, and now she had a method to try.

Braving the heavy rain, Sang Que brought Xia Chan directly through instant teleportation to the pagoda above the city gate, startling the defending commander upon seeing them suddenly appear.

Sang Que ignored him, instructing Little Chan, “Use your hair to stabilize the three-sided walls, first holding off the Water Ghosts’ impact, as the walls collapsing would drown everyone when the river water floods in!”

Xia Chan nodded seriously, and her thick black hair quickly spread from the pagoda underfoot to the three walls like a dark river, covering the outer walls rapidly, weaving into a net on the outside, while penetrating the wall cracks like roots to secure it.

The city bricks contained something to ward off evil spirits, which burned Xia Chan’s hair, causing her to frown in pain, clenching her skirt tightly, cheeks puffed as she persisted, and growing new hair as it was burned away.

Now already at a Ghost Level, Xia Chan’s hair had fully enhanced in quantity and strength, capable of resisting the damage from the bricks.

Gigantic arms emerged once more from the river, striking against Xia Chan’s hair. Xia Chan grunted but did not retreat, her hair entwining around the massive corpse-filled arms upon contact.

Using the method Sang Que taught her, she infiltrated the corpses’ interior, destroying the internal structure of those corpses and gigantic arms, causing them to collapse.

This step required detailed and complex maneuvers, and during this period, Qiao Ling had taught Xia Chan a lot, making her adept at it.

In the eyes of others, they only saw the massive corpse arms slam onto the black hair, causing it to sink and reflect, and all the corpses exploded into water.

The soldiers battling on the wall were dumbfounded by this spectacle.

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