Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1197 Goodbye Barrier!

"Third brother, I think this cave is quite clean. Let's smoke a cigarette, drink some water, and rest our legs before continuing on our journey."

Du Weiguo did not answer Hu San immediately, but took out a cigarette box and handed him a cigarette.

"That's fine. We don't know what's going on ahead. We can't say when a fight might break out. We should conserve our energy and stay in top condition at all times."

Hu San took the cigarette, lit it, and sat down against the rock wall.

Just now, they followed the smell and marched nearly 20 kilometers without stopping, which took them more than 60 minutes.

It sounds sloppy, but it is not. This is a dense forest with various cliffs and steep slopes, but most importantly, there is no road.

This speed is already a miracle.

So, even though Hu San seemed energetic on the surface, he was actually extremely tired. His calves were cramped and his entire back was soaked with sweat.

Yuan Qianye's condition was even worse than his. He was already out of breath, which seriously affected his subsequent combat effectiveness.

Only Yuan Ying, who specialized in speed, performed relatively easily. This girl must have been training very hard recently and her endurance has improved a lot.

After smoking most of a cigarette, Hu San's breathing became noticeably longer, and Qian Ye stopped panting. Their physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people, and they recovered very quickly.

"Brother-in-law, tell me, what exactly is that evil temple you encountered before?" Hu San became excited.

Du Weiguo shook his head: "I know nothing about these mysterious things, like the temple in Aman~~"

  He recounted his experiences in the evil temple in Muscat:

"That's about it. After I killed that old blind man who was playing tricks on me, I burned the whole temple to the ground."

  After listening to Du Weiguo, Hu San raised his eyebrows and smacked his lips:

"Tsk, from what you said, the behavior of this evil temple is a bit like those crazy people in the Black Cult."

"Black Cult?" This term was so unfamiliar that Du Weiguo had never even heard of it.

"Well, the Black Sect is the Bon religion from the Tubo period in Tibet. It is treacherous, cruel, and insane. It advocates living sacrifices and treats people like livestock.

However, the Black Sect was abolished as early as the end of the Tang Dynasty. By the Song Dynasty, Tibetans were already dominated by Tantric lamas, and the Black Sect was completely extinct. "

Flicking away the cigarette butt, Hu San frowned and deduced:

"Could it be that, during the chaotic sixty years between the Tang and Song dynasties, this group of lunatics crossed the snow-capped mountains to India, and then sailed across the ocean to Oman? Hiss, that's not right, Is~~"

Between the two unified dynasties of Tang and Song was the darkest period of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms in Chinese history, which lasted for nearly 60 years.

  This is all old news from more than a thousand years ago. It was the religion he hated the most. Du Weiguo was filled with lawsuits and interrupted quickly:

"Forget it, Third Brother. Forget about it. Just do it. Whoever loves you can do it. I don't care if he is from the Black Sect or the White Sect. If he dares to mess with me, I will kill him again."

"Hahaha, I love hearing this!"

Hu San laughed loudly:

"To be honest, when we first met, you said you wanted to cut down mountains and destroy temples. I laughed at you for bragging. Now it seems that you were just kidding."

"Third brother, please don't embarrass me. At that time, I was just bragging. Yiwulv Mountain is a famous and upright sect, and the third master and the third mistress are both great immortals. How could I afford to offend them?"

Du Weiguo smiled modestly and even gave a little flattery.

However, upon hearing this, Hu San's face suddenly darkened, as if he had thought of something. His eyes became a little sad and he stopped talking.

Du Weiguo didn't want to explore why his mood suddenly changed, so he simply lit a cigarette and said nothing. The cave suddenly became quiet.

"Sir, I see you don't have any supplies. Have a drink of water."

A moment later, Yuan Ying handed over a military stainless steel kettle.

"Thank you."

  Du Weiguo did not refuse. He did not have any supplies with him. He unscrewed the lid of the kettle, took a few sips, and handed the kettle back to her.

Seeing Du Weiguo's actions, a hint of shy joy flashed across Yuan Ying's eyes. After taking the kettle, she did not leave, but sat down next to him.

"Sir, I heard that you asked a master to reforge the Kusanagi sword? Is the new sword in this box?"

The Floating Sword is much longer than the original Kusanagi sword, and it is impossible to take it out from the arms like before.

In order to conceal the secret of the space, Du Weiguo basically carries a knife box with him when he is in public.

At this moment, the knife box made of titanium alloy steel stood quietly on the rock wall beside him. There were some mottled scratches on the surface, and there were two charred holes, which were shot by the black woman of the God of Light.

Du Weiguo nodded: "Yes, that's right, the new forged one is not a sword, but a knife, called Fuchen."

"Ups and downs." Yuan Ying repeated, and then asked tentatively:

"Excuse me, sir, can I see it?"

Her tone was cautious and serious, completely devoid of the agility she had previously had.

"Of course!" Du Weiguo agreed readily. He pulled the knife box beside him, lightly clicked his fingers, and turned the hinge with a click.

His movements may seem simple and casual, but in fact they are not at all, and they are very valuable.

Just to open the hinge of the knife switch, you need a full 200 pounds of force, which is almost 180 kilograms, the weight of a large adult.

Moreover, the switch has been specially designed. It cannot be opened by force with any equipment. It can only be opened with one finger, and the finger cannot be thicker than Du Weiguo's.

Just such a switch is enough to stump 99.99% of the people in the world. Not to mention ordinary people, even most people with special abilities can't do it.

The knife gate opened, and a slender, black, seedling-leaf-shaped floating knife with strange dark patterns and flickering light came into view.

You can feel the bone-chilling chill from a long distance away. If you stare at it for too long, it feels like your vision is being cut and your eyes are hurting.

When the precious sword came out of the sheath, Yuan Ying was stunned for a moment, her eyes became a little dazed. Yuan Qianye also walked over quickly, and even Hu San came over to take a closer look.

The Yuan siblings pursed their lips, not daring to breathe. They just stared blankly at the floating knife with dark eyes. However, Hu San reached out to try the blade.

"Be careful!" Du Weiguo hurriedly reminded, but he was a beat too late.

"hiss!"

Hu San let out a cold breath. Although he quickly withdrew his arm, a streak of bright red still flew out from his middle finger.

He quickly stretched out his finger and saw that it had penetrated very deeply into the flesh, almost touching the bone.

  He put his finger into his mouth and sucked it, and the bleeding stopped immediately. Hu San glanced at the floating knife again, and muttered with lingering fear:

"Fuck! This knife is too sharp! And it's so fierce! Looking at the situation, blood will be drawn when it is unsheathed, right?"

  Du Weiguo nodded and said affirmatively:

"Well, that's about right. Whenever I use it, someone's head will fall to the ground. It has to be the head of a top master."

Patting the knife box, Du Weiguo said with a slightly teasing tone:

"Third brother, you don't know that I spent a lot of money to make this knife. I almost went bankrupt."

Although his words were obviously exaggerated, they were not completely groundless nonsense.

In order to ask Master Du Tiechui from the Brotherhood to help him make a knife, Du Weiguo spent a full $3000 in cash, including labor and materials.

  What exactly does this amount mean?

It is now 1968, and the annual fiscal revenue of more than one-third of the countries on the planet does not reach this amount.

This is not an exaggeration. For example, the fiscal revenue of the original Guyana was just over 2000 million US dollars.

Africa is even worse. Except for a few countries such as South Africa, Egypt, Morocco, the remaining 50 or so countries have been basically wiped out.

Not to mention the present, even in the future, when every self-media person has a Cullinan and everyone is setting small goals, it will be an evil era.

3000 million US dollars is an astronomical figure. Damn, it’s enough to buy more than a dozen Patriot missiles.

Therefore, the original sharp invisible force field of the Kusanagi sword was perfectly inherited by the Floating and Sinking Sword. As long as it gets within 2 cm of the blade, nothing can be cut off.

"Sir, the original Kusanagi sword became the blade of this sword and was wrapped inside, right?"

Yuan Qianye stared at the slender dark golden blade of the Fuchen Knife without blinking, his voice trembling violently.

It’s no wonder that he was so excited. To Du Weiguo, the Kusanagi sword was just an extremely useful magic weapon.

But for him, who came from a family of Onmyoji, it had extraordinary meaning. This sword was the object of worship by their Fujiwara family for thousands of years.

In addition, this sword previously sealed the remaining soul of the demon god Xiangpan, torturing his best friend Abe Sosuke into a half-human, half-ghost, and finally turning him into a monster that was neither human nor ghost.

Therefore, Qianye's feelings towards this sword are very complicated. Even he himself can't tell whether it is love or hate.

"Yes, but it's not that simple. The original Kusanagi sword has been twisted, stretched, and reorganized, and now it has merged with the Fuchen Sword."

  Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, remained silent for a few seconds, and suddenly changed the subject:

"Qianye, in other words, now there is only the Fuchen Sword, and the Kusanagi Sword no longer exists."

Upon hearing this, the Yuan siblings trembled almost at the same time, with a look of confusion in their eyes.

"Hu~" Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, suddenly pulled out the Fuchen Knife from the knife case, and then waved it casually.

Not far from his side, there was a stone pillar protruding from the ground. It was about as thick as a person could hug and more than two meters high.

As he swung the knife, a thin diagonal mark suddenly appeared on the thick stone pillar.

A few seconds later, under the influence of gravity, the upper half of the stone pillar slowly slid down and hit the ground heavily with a loud bang.

  Du Weiguo stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the mirror-smooth incision, saying in a faint voice:

"A weapon is just a weapon. There is no need to give it any special meaning. The Kusanagi sword is nothing more than an advanced weapon made by high-dimensional creatures.

Just like the submachine gun in your hand now, if it was obtained hundreds of years ago, it would certainly be regarded as a sacred object by the ancients. "

At this point, Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt, drew his sword, patted Yuan Qianye on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

“Qian Ye, times have changed. You must also break free from these illusory so-called fate and constraints and learn to live for yourself.” “Live for yourself?” Yuan Qianye muttered to himself with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Yeah." Du Weiguo nodded and turned to look at Yuan Ying.

"Yuan Ying did a great job in this matter. She refused to accept her fate. Otherwise, she would still be sitting stupidly in Atsuta Shrine as a mascot."

It was rare for Du Weiguo to praise her so positively in public. Yuan Ying's neck turned red with excitement:

"Yes, brother, what the gentleman said is right. We should live for ourselves. I don't want to be a mascot. I want to do whatever I want, and then~~"

She suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly held back the second half of the sentence, but everyone present knew what she wanted to say.

Love who you want to love.

"Sir, I understand. I was too pedantic before."

Yuan Qianye bowed to Du Weiguo, his tone sincere and with a hint of relief.

Du Weiguo knew in his heart that Qian Ye was giving him a way out. How could he let go of such a deep-rooted thought so easily?

But he was not in a hurry. With the Kusanagi sword gone, Qianye's thoughts were gone.

Leave the rest to time. Time, this unrivaled millstone, can wear away all obsessions.

"Okay, it's enough time to rest. It's almost dawn, let's continue!" Du Weiguo ended the topic.

At dawn, on the southern ridge of Mount Bilecik.

"There's something strange about this fog!" Hu San frowned and spoke in a serious tone.

About a quarter of an hour ago, a thick fog suddenly appeared in the mountains. The fog was very strange and rose very quickly, from nothing to cover the sky and the sun in just a few minutes.

The fog on the southern slope is particularly thick and sticky, like layer upon layer of thick white gauze covering the eyes, reducing visibility to the limit.

With Du Weiguo's extraordinary eyesight, he could only barely see a few hundred meters.

"It's really weird, Third Brother, it's not just fog, there's smoke inside."

With his eyesight, he could distinguish countless milky white particles mixed in the water vapor. The scientific name of this thing is aerosol particles.

"Smoke? You mean, this fog is man-made?" Hu San frowned even more tightly.

"Yeah, that should be it. Let's all put on our gas masks to avoid getting into trouble with others."

Du Weiguo nodded, took out the secret black technology made by MI6 from his arms, and put on a half-face gas mask.

Not only him, Hu San and the Yuan brothers and sisters also quickly took out half-face masks and put them on. Now, this thing has become standard equipment for the core members of the Demon Gods, and basically everyone has one.

The original price of this mask was 3 pounds, but because of Du Weiguo's identity, the Sixth Department gave him an internal discount price of 2.

Isn't it said that raising troops is the most expensive thing since ancient times? Just equipping the dozens of core members of the Demon God with gas masks would cost nearly a million pounds.

However, Du Weiguo is now very wealthy, and every piece of land he acquires brings in a lot of income. This little bit of money is just a drop in the bucket.

"Sir, what should we do next? How about I go up and take a look?"

After putting on the mask, Yuan Ying spoke in a muffled voice, which made her seem a lot more mature.

She is an Onmyoji, and her symbiotic shikigami is Aokiji. According to the ability user's calculation, she is an expert in wind attribute. Not only is she extremely fast, she can also glide short distances.

If she could fly into the air, using the treetops for support, her maximum height would probably be nearly 100 meters.

Du Weiguo shook his head: "No, the fog is very thick, more than a hundred meters."

"Sir, fog is not afraid of small fires, but it is afraid of big fires. How about we set fire to the mountain and break the fog directly?"

Yuan Qianye also suggested that his symbiotic shikigami was a fire frog, an expert in playing with fire.

  Without waiting for Du Weiguo to speak, Hu San angrily scolded:

"Qian Ye, are you fucking stupid? We are deep in the mountains now, we can't tell east from west, and you want to set the mountain on fire. We will be buried before the fog clears. What? Have you had enough of living? Do you want to burn yourself?"

"Uh~"

Qianye was so ashamed by the insult. He had a preconceived notion that he was not afraid of fire and subconsciously forgot that others were afraid of fire.

"Haha, it's not impossible to set a fire."

Du Weiguo helped him out with a smile, and before Hu San could refute, he pointed to a tall purple fir tree more than ten meters away.

"Qianye, go light up the crown of that fir tree. Remember, you can only light up this one tree, don't really roast ourselves."

"Yes!"

Qian Ye was a little confused about Du Weiguo's order, but he was very obedient and had an even stronger execution ability, so he rushed towards the purple-shirted man without saying a word.

After a moment, the umbrella-like crown of the purple tree turned into a huge torch. Due to the high humidity, the smoke was very heavy, and the thick black smoke rushed straight into the sky.

  Du Weiguo squinted his eyes and glanced at the sky, and ordered in a deep voice:

"Okay, you guys wait for me near this purple shirt. If the fire goes out, light another one nearby."

After saying that, Du Weiguo was about to leave. Hu San and the others were all stunned. Hu San quickly grabbed him.

"Where are you going?"

"Third brother, let me check around to see who set off the smoke. What kind of ghost is hiding in the dark and causing trouble?"

"Are you going alone?" Hu San raised his eyebrows and questioned. The Yuan brothers and sisters also gathered around, their eyes full of anxiety.

Du Weiguo nodded: "Well, I'll go by myself."

  Before Hu San could say anything, Du Weiguo interrupted:

"Third brother, I will go by myself and my movements will be quicker and even if we encounter any situation, I will be able to escape unscathed.

Besides, I am going out this time mainly to scout the enemy situation. If a fight really comes, I will definitely need your help."

"Really?" Hu San's expression relaxed a little, but he was still a little hesitant and didn't let go.

  Du Weiguo promised with a firm tone:

"Of course, Third Brother, I can't fool you. Don't worry, I'll come back once I find an idea. We'll rush over together and kill him without leaving a single piece of armor."

"Okay, you remember~"

Hu San was persuaded by his words, but the moment he let go, Du Weiguo disappeared before his eyes.

"This, this~"

Hu San was dumbfounded. Although the thick fog obscured his vision, Du Weiguo's lightning speed still shocked him.

"Sir, you were too fast! I, I only saw a shadow."

Yuan Ying was also extremely surprised. She specialized in speed and had fought and cooperated with Du Weiguo before, so she knew him inside and out.

I never expected that after not seeing him for a few months, his speed would surge to such an astonishing level.

"As expected sir, you are worthy of being the master of Kusanagi Sword Selection. Even gods and demons are no better than this."

Yuan Qianye did not show much surprise, as if Du Weiguoqiang was just as expected, he was just dazzled and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Not to mention that they were stunned, Du Weiguo was also shocked at this moment.

After disappearing into the thick smoke, Du Weiguo planned to teleport directly towards the sky. Yuan Ying's suggestion was right, and he also wanted to look down from a high vantage point.

The result surprised him. He actually lost his spatial anchor!

This feeling was extremely similar to when he was on Skull Island. He could teleport at will within the range of the white fog, but the space outside the white fog seemed to be separated by a layer of blurry frosted glass and he lost his sensitivity.

"Fuck you! Space barrier, is it that the Iron Blood Warrior is here to seek revenge on me?"

Du Weiguo panicked and broke out in a cold sweat.

"No! Impossible! The Iron-Blooded Warriors are all idiots, they don't have the ability to control minds, and this is not their style of doing things. They went through so much trouble to lure me into the game."

Du Weiguo’s mind raced and he instantly denied this hypothesis.

"Damn it! You're playing tricks on me. This isn't an isolated island. Do you still want to trap me? You're just daydreaming!"

Du Weiguo cursed, but before he finished his words, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Swish!" A shrill gunshot suddenly rang out in the fog.

"Third Master, that was the sound of the gentleman's gunshot. This is his custom-made pistol. It's very close to us! In that direction!"

Hearing the gunshots, Yuan Qianye's eyes suddenly turned cold and pointed in a direction in the white fog.

His symbiotic shikigami is a fire frog. In addition to playing with fire, it also has an additional little ability, which is to locate positions by sound.

"Third Master, let's go over and help!" Yuan Ying subconsciously drew out the long red whip and urged anxiously.

"Don't panic, wait~"

"call out!"

At this moment, gunshots rang out again, but this time they were much farther away and blurry, at least a few hundred meters away.

Several people looked at each other, all dumbfounded.