Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 905 905: (4)

Yu Zichuan: "They're coming."

Meng Lang jumped three feet high: "Where!"

Yu Zichuan: "Just kidding you."

Meng Lang: "...!!"

Yu Zichuan: "They're coming."

Meng Lang snorted: "Trying to trick me again? Do I look that easy to deceive?"

Yu Zichuan: "This time it's real."

Meng Lang waved his hand: "Tch, I'm not falling for it..."

Just as the words left his mouth, a dark shadow descended from the sky, swinging a gigantic axe viciously towards the two of them.

Meng Lang and Yu Zichuan quickly darted to the sides, each rolling on the ground before barely managing to stabilize themselves.

Looking at the spot they were just in, a long trench was carved by the giant axe.

Meng Lang looked up at the opponent with lingering fear.

It was a man, eight feet tall, so bulky that he seemed about to burst.

Looking at his arm, as thick as a bowl, and veins crawling like earthworms, Meng Lang felt a shiver of discomfort and eeriness.

"Is this the Ghost Army refined by Xu Dog? What kind of monstrosities are they?"

The reason he said a group was because Meng Lang noticed the ferocious Ghost Army surging from all directions.

The Ghost Army soon surrounded the two of them.

As Meng Lang tangled with them, he deeply realized something: "No, this Ghost Army is clearly being controlled by Xu Dog, he's trying to kill all who enter the town!"

"The inn is in danger."

Yu Zichuan said.

Meng Lang gritted his teeth, shedding his carefree demeanor, and a fierce killing intent rose between the young man's brows.

He drew the long sword from his back: "Then, prepare to die!"

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Inn.

Meng Qianqian had just fallen asleep when she was jolted awake by the sound of rushing footsteps.

She opened her eyes.

"Sister!"

Tan'er, who also heard the commotion, got up nimbly, opened the window, and saw a large group of strong fighters rushing towards the inn.

Each was carrying a big axe.

She instantly thought of Lei Qianfu from Fengshui Alley.

"Is this... the Axe Gang? Why are there so many big axes?"

Meng Qianqian walked to the window and took a closer look, also finding it very strange.

The expressions of these people were like puppets, their aura similar to Medicine Men, but what caught her attention was their extraordinary build, and their weapon of choice - a large axe.

She knew this axe all too well.

No wonder Tan'er said that.

Could Lei Qianfu be related to this group?

Meng Qianqian was absolutely sure that Lei Qianfu was normal, and this group was not.

Lu Yuan and Chen Long made their move.

The two fought against the Ghost Army outside the inn.

In one-on-one combat, the Ghost Army was no match for them.

However, the Ghost Army seemed endless, constantly surging forward.

This was not a sustainable situation.

The two would be worn out by the endless waves.

In a flash of inspiration, Meng Qianqian threw out a brocade box.

With a clatter, the box landed in the midst of the Ghost Army.

When the lid was jolted open, it revealed something sinister inside.

The entire Ghost Army, as if seeing King Yan, turned and fled.

Watching the retreating Ghost Army, Chen Long was incredulous.

Lu Yuan also showed a hint of confusion on his face.

He looked at the brocade box on the ground.

At this moment, Meng Qianqian stepped out of the inn.

She bent down, picked up the brocade box, and carefully wiped it: "Luckily it wasn't broken."

Chen Long frowned: "This is..."

Meng Qianqian said nonchalantly: "Oh, it's Granny Feng's late husband's hand bones."

Chen Long: "..."

Chen Long was puzzled: "Why would that group fear some remains? How did you come up with this method?"

Meng Qianqian said: "Before we set off, I went to Fengshui Alley, and Granny Feng asked me to take her husband's hand bones with me, without saying anything else. Just now, it was a quick idea, a desperate measure, and unexpectedly it worked."

Chen Long thoughtfully said: "It seems Granny Feng and her late husband's identities are not simple either."

"It's more than that," Lu Yuan looked toward the direction the Ghost Army fled, "Didn't you notice how much that group looked like Lei Qianfu?"

Chen Long furrowed his brows: "Could it be... they are from the same Sect?"

Lu Yuan said: "Lei Qianfu is full of righteousness, unlike the ghostly army, but there must be some connection."

Meanwhile, Meng Lang and Yu Zichuan were also fighting the terrifying Ghost Army with all their might.

Both were nearly exhausted and thought their lives would end here when unexpectedly, the Ghost Army suddenly withdrew.

Meng Lang was bewildered: "What's going on? Finally witnessed my might?"

Yu Zichuan put away his blood-stained long sword: "They seem to be afraid of something."

Meng Lang pointed to himself and boastfully said: "Naturally, they're afraid of my divine power!"

Yu Zichuan took out a cloth to wipe his sword.

This habit was exactly the same as Lu Yuan's.

Meng Lang, breathing heavily, said: "I didn't expect your Swordsmanship to be much better than your Archery, so why even learn archery? Isn't wielding a sword more delightful?"

"No."

Yu Zichuan curtly refused.

He was also panting heavily, but his expressionless face made him seem calmer than Meng Lang.

Meng Lang, knowing his stubborn nature, didn't persuade further.

When the two returned to the inn, they saw the bodies of the Ghost Army lying in disarray.

"Hey! Meng Qianqian!"

Meng Lang kicked open the door.

The three people sitting inside the hall, quietly drinking tea and having a late-night snack, all looked at him simultaneously.

Meng Qianqian swallowed the noodles in her mouth: "You call me Meng Qianqian?"

Meng Lang's expression relaxed: "You... all are fine?"

Meng Qianqian said calmly: "If you're fine, why would we be in trouble?"

Meng Lang's mouth twitched, muttering: "I even went through all that trouble rushing back to save you, humph."

All four were hurt to varying degrees, especially Meng Lang and Yu Zichuan, as they had taken a hit from Xu Dog before fighting the Ghost Army.

Meng Qianqian returned to the inn hall to treat the two's injuries.

When she detected a familiar Inner Strength in their bodies, she furrowed her brows: "Did you encounter Xu Dog?"

Yu Zichuan had passed out.

Meng Lang was shocked: "How did you know?"

Meng Qianqian said: "His Inner Strength is a blend of yin and yang, very easy to identify. Hang in there, you both might suffer a bit in a moment."

Meng Lang's face changed: "Hey, what do you mean?"

Meng Qianqian did not explain to him but took out a silver needle and pricked his Heavenly Pool Acupoint.

Meng Lang fainted from the pain on the spot.

Chen Long, disdainfully, said: "So weak, still too little practice."

Meng Qianqian: "... It really hurts a lot."

If others' Inner Strength was like a blade, then Xu Dog's Inner Strength was like a barbed arrow, and the pain during the expulsion process increased exponentially.

Many injured by Xu Dog's Inner Strength died from the subsequent torment.

Fortunately, Meng Qianqian's Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles had been mastered to perfection.

After healing the two, Meng Qianqian also bandaged the wounds of Chen Long and Lu Yuan.

As dawn broke, Si Snake returned to the inn.

"Did you meet Xu Dog?"

Chen Long asked coldly.