Chapter 349: Chapter 313: Expelling the Water Demon

Puddles were everywhere on the city walls, and inside the city, a large number of Water Ghost slaves wreaked havoc, screams echoing incessantly.

As soon as Sang Que ascended the city wall, she utilized the effect of the Dui Trigram from the Mountain Ghost Coin to open the Shock Gate, simulating the aura of a powerful Evil Ghost, intimidating the Water Ghost slaves nearby.

The Water Ghost itself is an Evil Ghost above the Sixth Level but not yet at the Seventh Level; its true form never appears in the real world, only its slaves do.

These slaves were utterly incapable of resisting the power Sang Que simulated, and in an instant, all the slaves on the city wall burst into mist and vanished without a trace.

The defending general and the soldiers were first shocked by Xia Chan, and now they were awed by Sang Que.

The nearby slaves were only temporarily dispelled; when five minutes were up, and the Shock Gate closed, they would reappear. In the puddles on the ground, pale shadows of corpses still loomed, ready to strike.

“If you want to drive away the Water Ghosts, listen to me. Aim all cannons at that rain cloud in the sky and break it up!”

Under normal circumstances, rain clouds are very high up, and these ancient cannons wouldn’t have the range, but the cloud was now almost overhead, within three hundred meters, allowing the cannonballs to reach it.

Moreover, their cannonballs were specially made to dispel the Water Ghost slaves, and they should be able to disperse this special rain cloud overhead as well.

Sang Que and Xia Chan came to help them in such a critical situation, and the general on the city wall, treating a dead horse as if it were alive, waved his hand to give the order.

“Aim the cannons at the sky, load the ammunition!”

The artillerymen quickly returned to their positions, pulled off the rainproof coverings, and took out pitch-black cannonballs to load and ignite them.

“Fire!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cannons roared again, all firing into the dark rain cloud overhead, the fire and vermillion smoke lighting up the whole sky in a blood-red hue; the rain cloud seemed to disperse a bit, but maybe it didn’t.

The crowd felt a bit uneasy, Sang Que shouted, “Continue! Fire all the cannonballs!”

The general wiped his face, thinking that if these two heroic women hadn’t appeared tonight, they wouldn’t have held this pass, so he decided to listen to them and give it all they got!

The cannonballs were reloaded into the barrels; without orders, the artillerymen loaded, ignited, and fired on their own accord.

The cannon fire was incessant, continuously bombarding the rain cloud overhead.

Outside, the floodwaters were rampant, and the gigantic arm of the Water Ghost kept slapping the city wall, with Xia Chan using all her strength to resist; the situation was extremely dire.

Sang Que looked at the river water, then at the rain cloud overhead, still feeling the key was with the rain cloud.

She decisively used the Qian Trigram Eye Opening, looking up.

A blood-red, bizarre totem gradually appeared in Sang Que’s sight, buried deep within the center of that rain cloud, resembling somewhat the totem on a human face.

Under the bombardment of the cannonballs, the rain cloud was indeed gradually dispersing, but that totem was still gathering power, maintaining the rain cloud.

After three seconds, Sang Que’s eyes stung; she turned her head and closed her eyes, pulling an arrow from her back.

While closing her eyes for recovery, she felt out a generously filled bamboo firecracker from her pack and quickly tied it to the arrow.

Opening her eyes, Sang Que instantly teleported to a cannon crewman, borrowing his fire to ignite the firecracker.

Amidst the torrential rain, the world was blurred; Sang Que, in her black combat attire, was soaked. She drew her bow to the sky, her gaze sharp, drawing the bowstring to a full moon, aiming at the center of the rain cloud.

Buzz!

Releasing the string, the bowstring vibrated with a buzzing sound, and the arrow shot out fiercely, whistling through the air.

The instant the arrow pierced the rain cloud, there was a loud explosion, brilliant light surged out, closely followed by a series of cannonballs exploding within the rain cloud one after another.

The world shook, and the originally turbulent rain cloud was instantly shattered, dissipating into wisps of mist, vanishing swiftly to the naked eye.

The rain stopped, the wind ceased.

The bright moon hung high, leaving everyone staring at the sky in a daze, thinking that if not for their soaking clothes, the storm just now would seem like a hallucination.

They had actually driven the Water Ghost away, something almost unbelievable.

The crowd came back to their senses and all turned to Sang Que, watching as rainwater dripped from her longbow. Her posture was upright; they ’couldn’t’ see her features clearly but felt a vibrant, heroic spirit emanating from her, inspiring awe.

After the rain stopped, the rushing river carried away the floodwaters outside the city, lowering the water level, leaving behind dead trees and some shattered corpses.

Sang Que returned to Xia Chan’s side, praising her with a comment that she should tie back her hair.

As Xia Chan gathered her hair, her stomach rumbled thunderously, having consumed much energy again and needing a hearty meal to replenish.

“I am Zhang the Fourth, the defending general of Sancha River Pass. Thanks to both of you ladies for your assistance,” Zhang the Fourth said.

This Zhang the Fourth wasn’t the one they met in the afternoon; that one was his deputy general.

Sang Que coughed lightly, “Acting on orders.”

Zhang the Fourth then remembered Qiao Ling and hastily asked, “Where might Lord Bell Doctor have taken refuge? I’ll send someone to invite them.”

“On that hillside,” Sang Que pointed in a direction.

Zhang the Fourth immediately called his deputy general, leading a small team to invite Qiao Ling. Now they finally believed Qiao Ling was indeed the true Bell Doctor; only the genuine Bell Doctor would have such formidable experts accompany them.

Yet, the more Zhang the Fourth looked, the more Sang Que resembled that Female Night Wanderer from Wangshan City, with tales of her exploits spreading everywhere, mentioning her skill with a longbow.

Examining Xia Chan beside Sang Que, Zhang the Fourth thought carefully, then suddenly widened his eyes.

“Are you perhaps the adopted sister of Lord He, the Night Travel Captain of Qinzhou?”

After the incident at Wangshan City, He Buning frequently accompanied Xia Chan, caring for her in all aspects because Xia Chan was an Evil Person. During the search and rescue process in Wangshan City, this couldn’t be hidden, so He Buning simply announced that Xia Chan was his adopted sister.

He Buning was very protective, anyone trying to scheme against Xia Chan would have to think twice.

Sang Que looked at Xia Chan, who widened her eyes, unsure what Sang Que meant, “Little Chan… is it Little Chan?”

Sang Que nodded slightly, putting Xia Chan at ease, “Yes, it’s Little Chan!”

“Do you know where Lord He is now? I’ve been tasked to escort his sister to find him,” Sang Que said.

Zhang the Fourth replied hesitantly, “I don’t know either, he’s somewhere in the central part of Qinzhou, where the fighting is fiercest, with the main forces of the Gu Masters and Ghost Witches from Yunzhou over there, requiring Captain He and the Evil Suppression Bureau to personally oversee.”

“If you two aren’t in a hurry, why not come with me to the city to rest for a while? When dawn breaks, I’ll show you a route to the central battlefield, how about it?”

Xia Chan looked at Sang Que, who gestured with her eyes, and Xia Chan nodded, “Alright, lead Little Chan quickly! And prepare a good meal, no, no, not wine, not vegetables, I want meat!”

Zhang the Fourth’s mouth twitched; he thought Sang Que beside Xia Chan was the real leader. This lady was definitely not a simple escort.

*

At the same moment, outside the Qianshou Army camp on the opposite riverbank, a large number of Qianshou soldiers waited vigilantly by the river, ready with tools to cross the river, intending to charge to Sancha River Pass at dawn.

Across the river, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and shouts and screams resounded deafeningly, boosting the Qianshou Army’s confidence.

They knew this must be the Water Ghost attacking the city, and once they crossed, they would just need to clean up the aftermath.

Just then, the commotion across the river suddenly quieted down, and before the Qianshou soldiers understood what happened, the Ghost Witch hosting the ritual by the river suddenly spat blood and collapsed.

Dark shadows quickly surfaced in the river.

The water splashed vigorously, and a gigantic arm made of numerous pale corpses burst from the surface, crashing down hard on the most crowded part of the Qianshou camp.

Blood flowed like rivers, and the screams were endless, turning the entire military formation into chaos instantly.

The Water Ghost’s backlash continued the slaughter!

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