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

Chapter 1201 I just want to send them to the west!

Dawn, Bilecik Mountains, northwestern Persia.

It started raining in the mountains since it got light. It was just a drizzle at first, but then it got heavier and heavier until it finally turned into a heavy downpour.

It was as if God finally couldn't stand the filthiness of this world anymore and wanted to wash away all the sins.

As the rain fell, the white fog that filled the mountains seemed to have encountered some natural enemy and dissipated almost visibly to the naked eye.

As for the condensation effect, even if it is created by high-dimensional creatures and can even confine space, the cowhide smoke must obey the laws of physics on Earth.

Maybe this is what they call "one thing conquers another."

To be honest, after this battle, Du Weiguo also became a little interested and was trying to find a subordinate who could play in the water as soon as possible.

The ability to control water, especially the ability to control the transformation of liquid forms, is very practical.

It can attack when advancing and defend when retreating, and it is not afraid of fighting alone or in a group. It can even change the local climate environment. The legendary ability to call the wind and rain is probably like this.

For example, the Snow Demon, the pillar of the Mitsui family.

This guy can change the weather conditions within a dozen miles. The density of the icy rain is like a Gatling gun. One person can block at least one regiment.

Before, the ocean god among the three holy spirits was looked down upon like a rookie with no sense of existence, and was picked up by Du Weiguo without a single word.

That's because he was incompetent and stood on the wrong side. If he had been on Du Weiguo's side, it would have been a different story.

Anyway, with Du Weiguo as the meat shield in front, he is safe and can output as much as he wants.

I heard from Lao Lei that although the situation in the north has been special in recent years, they have begun to consciously gather the strange people scattered among the people, and have even set up a special 7*9 bureau.

There is a water expert among them. It is said that he can freeze an entire river in the hottest days of summer. His ability is quite amazing.

Du Weiguo was very attracted to this person.

He planned to wait until the matter of the national treasure was settled, and then keep quiet on his side, and then negotiate with the north through Hu Fei to see if he could transfer the treasure to his side at a high price.

If you want it, there is definitely no hope, but if you buy it, there might be a chance.

After all, no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot solve the problem of food and clothing for millions of people, but Du Weiguo can.

He now has the money, and money can make anything possible, not to mention that he has enough connections and power.

He could spend hundreds of millions of dollars to openly purchase grain from South Asia, West Asia and even East Asia, and then transport it to the north. I believe no one would dare to stop him.

This amount of food is enough to feed everyone in the north for most of the year. If people tighten their belts, it would even be enough for a year.

I believe the North cannot refuse this bargaining chip.

After all, Du Weiguo is not an enemy anyway. Why not let someone in and put a needle in the way?

This is a bit off topic, let’s stop here.

The rain was pouring down, covering the sky and the earth.

In the area that was previously covered by smoke, a layer of white grease condensed on the trees, grass, and soil, like frost. It was all solidified corpse oil.

Countless corpses were lying in the mountains and forests.

The smoke dissipated, the faceless man ran away, and these zombies lost control and turned into real corpses. Perhaps this was a relief for them.

But these corpses were not at peace. Many were headless, beheaded, and some had their heads smashed.

The blood, like ink splashes, along with the human head, various unrecognizable organs, and the white fat, were all mixed together.

The scene was so horrific that it was beyond description. The air was filled with a strong stench that even heavy rain could not wash away.

This situation is like hell on earth.

"Baji~baji~"

In the rain, Du Weiguo walked out with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

At this moment, he was in tattered clothes, his steps were staggering, his head and face were covered with blood stains caused by grease, and he no longer looked like a human.

Seeing him in such a horrible state, Hu San and the others who were hiding from the rain were stunned and hurried over to him.

The three of them are all masters with a sense of smell far superior to that of ordinary people. They can easily tell where the bloodstains on Du Weiguo's body came from.

"Sir, why is there so much blood? Are you okay?"

Yuan Ying was the fastest and appeared the most anxious. She rushed over like lightning and held onto Du Weiguo, her voice so anxious that she was crying.

Du Weiguo forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's okay, I can still breathe."

"Is the point so hard? Even you are injured like this?"

Hu San reached out and held Du Weiguo's other arm, his tone extremely solemn.

  Du Weiguo was supported by them and slowly sat down on a wooden stake. He took a few deep breaths and nodded.

"Yeah, it's really hard, harder than I imagined. Third brother, I almost capsized in the gutter this time. I'm still scared when I think about it now."

What he said was really not nonsense.

The projection of the high-dimensional creature that had intruded into his consciousness before was indescribable and impossible to resist. Thinking about it now, he still felt a lingering fear.

If the will of the system father had not arrived in time, Du Weiguo would have become an idiot even if he had not died.

The immortal body can repair any injuries on the body, but it cannot repair the damage suffered at the spiritual level.

Hu San narrowed his eyes, looked him up and down, and looked at him carefully. After a while, he smiled and said:

"Haha, it's okay. Everything is intact. No matter how powerful the idea was, it was destroyed by you, right? After all, you are still the most awesome!"

Although he was smiling, there was a hint of something else in his tone, as if he was secretly hinting at something.

Of course Du Weiguo understood what Hu San meant. He was simply complaining that he was eating alone again and pretending to be miserable.

But this time he was really wronged.

As for the terrifying existence that just broke into his consciousness, it was a good thing that Hu San and the others did not follow, otherwise he would have been a dead end and would have been wiped out without any chance at all.

And Du Weiguo was not acting. At this moment, his head was aching so much that it was about to split. To use the words in the immortal cultivation literature, his soul had suffered a serious damage.

Enduring the headache, Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly:

"Third brother, please stop humiliating me. What are you trying to destroy? The idea is gone."

"What? You're injured like this, and you still run away? Is this true?"

Upon hearing this, Hu San's eyes widened instantly, and the Yuan brothers and sisters were also dumbfounded.

Who is Du Weiguo? He is the invincible evil spirit in the world. Since his debut, he has killed tens of thousands of people and never lost.

"Really, Third Brother, this is a very weird idea. I failed this time."

Du Weiguo admitted his failure without hesitation.

After regaining his mobility, he struggled to jump onto a big tree, overlooking the terrain. He found the mountain village where the Faceless Man and his men had performed the ritual, and teleported over to check it out.

When he arrived, the faceless man had already run far away, disappearing without a trace. Judging from the terrain, he was at least 10 kilometers away from him.

To put it another way, Du Weiguo suffered a huge setback this time. He didn't even see the enemy and was almost killed.

There was no doubt that it was a complete failure.

"Break, break, you, you are the god of evil, the world~~" Hu San was confused and even stuttered.

"Heh~" Du Weiguo chuckled and interrupted him:

"Third brother, how can anyone be truly invincible? If it's broken, it's broken. Am I not still intact? Our capital is still there, and we can get it back next time."

"Yes, sir, I'll go with you next time, and I'll skin anyone alive who hurts you!"

Yuan Ying's eyes were red as she tightly grasped the handle of the red whip and gritted her teeth. Her attitude towards Du Weiguo was mindless support.

"As expected of a gentleman, he has an open mind and a heart as solid as a rock. He is neither arrogant when he wins nor discouraged when he loses!"

Yuan Qianye admired sincerely. It must be said that this guy with thick eyebrows, big eyes and an upright face also has the potential to flatter others.

"No, who on earth is Dian Zi? What methods do they have? I really can't imagine what kind of existence can seriously injure you and still escape unscathed."

Although Hu San usually seems to be a loud talker, he always sticks to the point at critical moments.

They are now under a large banyan tree with lush branches and leaves.

By now, the blood on Du Weiguo's face had dried, and his skin was uncomfortable from being torn. He stretched his hand out from the shade of the tree to catch some rain water, wiped his face, and then used his sleeve to wipe off the grease.

  Then he said quietly:

"I haven't seen Dian Zi's true appearance, but their methods are really awesome, and they are somewhat similar to your Hu family." "What? Similar to our Hu family? What methods are they?" Hu Sangeng was confused and asked anxiously.

Du Weiguo did not answer immediately, but stretched out his hand to him: "Third brother, do you have any cigarettes?"

"It's really a lazy donkey grinding shit and piss. Here, here."

Hu San was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. He hurriedly took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette and handed it to him. He also helped him light it diligently and urged him anxiously:

"That's enough now, hurry up and tell me! What methods do they have?"

Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath of smoke and said two words calmly: "Please the gods."

  Upon hearing this, Hu San was stunned, but he quickly reacted and blurted out:

“Bullshit! Who the hell are you trying to scare? Even if they can really get the old man out, they can’t possibly hurt you like this.”

The Northeastern Ma family's specialty is summoning gods. Among the five major immortal families, Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu and Hui, the most powerful one is the Hu family.

Master Hu San and Grandma Hu San are the best among all the immortals and can be said to be the ceiling of combat power. They are also the leaders of the spirit world and their abilities are unrivaled in the world.

But he knew his own business best. Hu San was very clear about his father's abilities. He was powerful, but he could never get away with it after hurting Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo shook his head:

"Third brother, I'm not kidding you. They can really summon gods. Real gods."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

Hu San was completely confused. His eyes were wide open and he stared at Du Weiguo with a dull expression as if to say, "Have you ever had your brains beaten up?"

If there are no ghosts in the world, there are naturally no gods. As a spirit that has lived for hundreds of years, Hu San, who has always been revered as an immortal, is extremely sure of this.

Du Weiguo stopped joking and said seriously:

"Third brother, these guys can communicate with higher-dimensional beings through special and extreme means and send down spiritual projections."

This passage contained a lot of information, and it took Hu San a long time to digest it.

"High-dimensional existence, spiritual projection, do you mean alien?"

Du Weiguo nodded and said:

“Well, you can understand it that way. Anyway, it is certain that the things they summoned must not exist on Earth.

Third brother, I was careless this time. I didn't expect that these bastards from the Slant Sect actually have some real skills hidden in their chests."

Hu San was silent. He also lit a cigarette and smoked it. After a long while, he asked:

"The special, extreme means you mentioned, is it a sacrifice?"

  Du Weiguo sighed:

"It should be. I'm not sure. There's a village not far ahead. I just took a quick look and it was horrible."

  Hu San also sighed, his eyes were far away, and his tone was sad:

"Alas, damn it! It's been thousands of years, and humans have even landed on the moon, but I didn't expect that using sacrifice to communicate with gods and ghosts, this unscrupulous method still exists."

  Hey, Du Weiguo is now interested:

"Third brother, do you know the methods of these guys? Can you tell me in detail?"

Hu San shook his head.

"I don't know, but I have read some fragmentary records in ancient books before."

  He also lit a cigarette, and his tone became very distant:

“As early as in ancient times, people used extremely cruel sacrificial rituals to communicate with gods and ghosts in order to gain incredible powers.

However, this extreme method was basically eliminated in China during the Qin Dynasty. It is said that Zulong played an indispensable role in achieving this result. "

  After a pause, Hu San frowned and said to himself:

"Could it be that these evil ways have spread to the Snowy Plateau as early as the Pre-Qin Period, or even earlier in the Warring States Period~~"

Damn, even Zulong and the Warring States Period were brought up, and they are going to talk about the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors soon.

Du Weiguo secretly complained that he was just an illiterate and had no interest in these trivial things from ancient times.

At this moment, his temples were throbbing with pain, and his vision was a little black. He interrupted directly:

"Forget it, Third Brother, don't think about it. I don't care how they got here. I just want to send them to hell!"

"I love whoever I want. Even if Zulong is resurrected or Buddha comes in person, if he dares to provoke me, I will still beat him to death!"

"Hahaha!"

  Hu Sanda laughed. He was naturally carefree and could easily take things and put them down. He was soon relieved.

"I love him for what he said. No matter who offends us, even if they are the illegitimate children of Tathagata Buddha, we must send them back to the Western Paradise."

At this time, the rain had gradually subsided, and Yuan Qianye asked in a deep voice:

"Sir, the rain is about to stop. What should we do next? Should we continue tracking?"

Du Weiguo flicked his cigarette butt and said, "Forget it. The enemy situation is unclear. Let's not chase them for now."

  Then, he glanced at the mess around and whispered:

“Qianye, when the rain stops, let’s burn down this forest. This will help these poor people rest in peace.”

"Yes, sir." Qian Ye answered solemnly, and there was an extra layer of respect in his eyes when he looked at Du Weiguo.

A few hours later, an extremely huge wildfire broke out near the ridge on the southern foot of Mount Bilecik, and thick, inky black smoke rose into the sky.

It had just rained heavily, so the fire should not have been so fierce, but the burning jungle was covered with a thick layer of corpse oil.

With these natural combustible materials, the wildfire naturally became more raging, but the strange white smoke that had been seen before did not rise.

"Wesley, how did you get into this state? Where are you hurt? Is it serious?"

At the foot of the mountain, seeing Du Weiguo, who was covered in battle damage, Reina hurried over.

"It's okay, just some superficial injuries." Du Weiguo waved his hands, his voice listless and unhappy.

At this moment, his condition was a little better than before, but only to a limited extent. He still had a splitting headache, his feet felt dizzy, and he had a drowsy and tired feeling.

This kind of mental damage is not easy to recover from.

"Wesley, I see you don't look very well. Do you want to go to the hospital? I have a military doctor here, and we can also contact the hospital in Bursa, which is only a few dozen kilometers away."

When Du Weiguo and the others left, Reina was accompanied by only two of her trusted followers who had descended with her.

However, at this time, there were already 7 or 8 more military vehicles at the foot of the mountain, and 4 fully armed field teams from the six departments gathered there, along with communications soldiers and medical soldiers.

These people rushed over from Istanbul overnight to support Reina.

She is now a junior cabinet minister and is considered a big shot in England.

Especially since she and Du Weiguo have a bound relationship, as Du Weiguo's power grows, her voice in the Sixth Department also increases.

Within the internal system of MI6, Reina now also has a code name, L.

Right now, the head of MI3 is Mr. J. If calculated alphabetically, Reina is already the third person.

Du Weiguo pinched his brows and said, "No, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine after a nap."

"Okay." Reina turned her head to look at the billowing smoke that had already blackened half the sky, and asked tentatively:

"What about this way?"

Reina is not here for a picnic, she is here with a mission. No matter what, there must be an explanation for the assassination in Istanbul.

  Du Weiguo's voice was muffled:

"Several villages in the mountains were massacred by those beasts. They were the Clairvoyants. They also set the forest fire. They also murdered the Governor of Istanbul and the commander of the garrison."

  "Massacre of the whole village? Cult?" Reina was furious and asked a series of questions in one breath:

"What religion? What was their motive for assassinating Governor Ingram? Have you shot the murderer dead?"

  Du Weiguo's tone became obviously impatient:

"I don't know what religion it is, and I can't guess the motives of the madmen. Besides, I didn't kill them, but they ran away."

"What? They ran away? How is this possible?" Reina said in an incredible tone.

"Believe it or not, we didn't kill him anyway, so I have no obligation to clean up your mess."

Du Weiguo's headache was getting worse and his patience was running out.

"After the fire is out, there should still be some traces left on the mountain. You, the British Empire, are so powerful that you can track them down yourself."

After saying that, Du Weiguo was ready to leave, but fortunately, Reina's brain and hands were not slow either. She put her arm around his arm and spoke softly in a gentle voice.

"Wesley, you know that's not what I mean. Let me take you back to the city to have a good rest. We'll talk after you've had enough sleep."

"What else are you talking about? I won't care about your mess anymore." Du Weiguo's face was dark, and he looked like a bad guy.

"Okay, whatever, whatever."

Seeing that Du Weiguo was rarely acting like a spoiled brat, Reina felt helpless and amused, and coaxed him like a child.

(End of this chapter)