Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

Chapter 413

The enhanced convoy was incredibly fast. Fortunately, all the Yinchas who came this time were above C-level, otherwise they would be easily injured if they had a car accident at this speed.

On the way, Jiang Chen received news that the six giants who came to participate in the suppression of the ghost sacrifice were confirmed.

It was the Lingbao Sect, the leader of the weapon path. King Pingdeng also specifically said that he could spend the points of the underworld to ask them to help repair, refine, and strengthen the weapons in his hands.

This is a good opportunity, don't miss it.

The only thing to note is that this is a group of profiteers. They rely on their good technology and charge very high fees. Even a certain Yama Luo has been ripped off.

Hearing this news, a group of Yinchas got excited.

They had naturally heard of the name of Lingbao Sect. It is said that even many top masters of foreign official forces have to travel across the ocean just to ask the weapon refining masters of Lingbao Sect to help forge or strengthen a weapon.

However, Yinchas are usually busy with official duties, and the famous masters of Lingbao Sect are often in seclusion to study the weapon path, so it is difficult to have such an opportunity.

This time, we are all comrades-in-arms.

The Yinchai's combat power is high enough. If he helps more, he may be able to strengthen his weapons at a suitable price with this friendship.

Jiang Chen also looked thoughtful.

His idea is different from everyone else's.

What he is thinking is that since Lingbao Sect is a well-known profiteer in the world of strange people, they must have saved a lot, right?

"But will it be too high-profile to help a group of the most powerful weapon refiners in Jiuzhou or even the world to make money..."

This is the only place where he hesitated.

"Maybe we can trade secretly and target big customers at the level of elders, and then threaten them to keep it secret. Yes, this should be feasible..."

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The convoy arrived at another relatively large tributary of the Changhe River in a few minutes.

Jiang Chen saw a village by the river with bright lights from a distance.

This is very strange. People in the countryside usually go to bed very early, and often after eight o'clock, you can only hear dogs barking.

"Go and have a look."

As the group approached, they saw the village decorated with lanterns, red banners and red flowers. A group of men were still killing pigs and washing, while women were plucking the feathers of chickens and ducks, busy as hell.

Everyone's faces darkened.

They didn't need to look down to know what was about to happen.

It seemed that although the agreement between the Dark Alliance and the Ghost Sacrifice had not yet been implemented, the river gods of these tributaries were a little impatient. Since they were suppressed by the underworld, they had not enjoyed a decent offering for many years.

The villagers also discovered this group of outsiders.

An old man came over with the support of several young men, bowed his hands, and said politely: "The old man is the village chief of this village. Friends, you are passing by late at night. It happens to be a happy event. Please come in and have a drink."

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person.

But Jiang Chen just squinted his eyes at him: "Old man, who is your friend?"

Hearing this, some young men looked unhappy, and some even took out sickles and hoes and looked at the group of people coldly.

But the old man quickly stretched out his hand to stop them and scolded them: "What are you doing! What era is it now? Put your things down."

He was old and shrewd, and he could see at a glance that these people had extraordinary temperaments.

After saying that, he turned around and smiled: "The guest is a distinguished person, and it is reasonable to call the old man an old man. If you don't drink, do you want to stay overnight? The village will vacate a room for you immediately."

The other party had such an attitude, but Jiang Chen still looked indifferent: "Old man, stop talking nonsense, I know what you want to do, taking human lives lightly, if this matter is reported, what will be the consequences? Do you need me to teach you?"

After this, the expressions of a group of villagers were as cold as ice, and the pig-killing man suddenly stood up and walked over with a bloody pig-killing knife.

The villagers also gathered around with sickles and hoes.

"Pa"

A loud slap, followed by several kicks.

The old man blushed and yelled: "What are you doing! Are you all thinking of rebelling? Get out! Get out, I'll tell them!"

The young men didn't dare to fight back, and stepped back awkwardly.

The old man turned his head and could be seen trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something: "You guests are much more distinguished than I thought."

"To be honest, we had no choice but to do this."

"At night, the river god appeared, and Zhang Erwa, who had drowned for many years, suddenly ran back and said that as long as a sacrifice was made immediately and a river goddess was sent, all the people who had drowned in the village would come back alive."

"And if it is not sent, after twelve o'clock, the river god will be angry and flood all the surrounding villages."

"Erwa also took the initiative to offer his daughter. The girl was crazy since she was a child. After Erwa drowned, she picked up things in the village and lived on food from hundreds of families. No one loved her."

"Her father came back and wanted to send her to be the river goddess., everyone naturally acquiesced. "

"Are you from above?"

"I am an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years and doesn't know much, but since you are here, the so-called river god should not be able to make any waves."

"As for the responsibility of this matter, the villagers are ignorant and can't distinguish between good and evil. I have read a few years of books, but I didn't stop it. This crime is mine, and I will be punished."

The old man stretched out his hands.

Jiang Chen ignored him, stepped forward, and shouted: "Which one is Erwa?"

A figure in the crowd was still hesitating before, but now he seemed to be sure of something and turned around and ran.

Jiang Chen raised his hand and shot, and the other party flew directly over, and the strong wind knocked over several villagers.

He pinched the other party's neck.

The man's death was revealed little by little, his body was soaked and white, his lips were purple, his limbs were rotten, and maggots were crawling around, looking extremely disgusting.

A group of villagers screamed in fear.

"Did the river god ask you to come? "

Jiang Chen asked calmly.

The water ghost glanced at the river bank, hesitant.

"Kacha"

His neck was directly broken, his head fell to the ground, and rolled in front of the dead pig, scaring the butchers so much that their faces turned pale.

"Forget it, you don't need to say it, it's not important. "

Jiang Chen shook his head, looked at the panicked villagers, grinned, suddenly threw up the water ghost's body, and then punched it.

"Boom"

The ghost body exploded.

Meat and black blood splashed and fell on every villager, and they screamed even louder.

Polluted by Yin Qi, these people are not in danger of life, but they will at least get a serious illness.

This is what Jiang Chen did on purpose.

He always felt that exorcising ghosts is sometimes not just exorcising ghosts, but also punishing and changing the filth in some people's hearts.

The devil in the heart of a person is sometimes more terrifying than a real ghost.

Turning his head, he pondered for two seconds, and then he threw the Yin Shen hammer directly, and the river exploded into a huge wave.

"Where is the river god here?"

"Get out!"

Jiang Chen's voice spread out.

The Yin Qi in the river gathered, and a figure with red and black clothes slowly emerged from the water, with a gloomy face, staring at the young man on the shore.

"What do you want? "

"It's nothing. I dropped something. Why did you come just now? You, the river god, are not dedicated at all."

"Why don't you pick up my hammer...quickly?!"

Jiang Chen took two steps forward, looking down at the figure under the water with a cold and playful expression.