Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 155: Using Bait to Gather Three Parties

After three hours of decision-making, Chen Ningan was also getting angry, as his paper figures were getting fewer and fewer.

Mr. Liao's followers were also greatly reduced in number after being bombarded by him, and now he has no time or energy to disturb them.

He was thinking about what choice to make now. Both the [Gods] and [Ghosts] had obviously discovered a large number of deaths and were becoming increasingly crazy.

They began to speed up, obviously wanting to harvest something.

"Master, our numbers are dwindling."

In the pitch darkness, the leaders reported the situation: "If everyone continues to die inexplicably, the coming of the [ghosts] will be severely damaged."

Su Mei nodded slightly. This was not the first person to report to her. Many leaders had said the same thing to her.

"where is the problem?"

He asked in a calm voice, but the leader hesitated and could not answer.

"I understand, please step back first."

Su Mei moved, and the yellow paper mark on her palm was sending a message.

Soon the five leaders gathered together, and after a brief discussion an order was issued.

"Everyone, speed up as much as possible!"

[Ghosts] were already fast enough, but now they are even faster. They are racing against time with the short-lived people who are dying of exhaustion.

When an object is about to die, it will often burst into a final burst of brilliance. The clock city is having its last burst of glory, and they are also having their last burst of glory.

[God]'s movements remain stable, and all the core personnel are in order. Most of them have been brainwashed.

The microphone in the Zhenhai Building is bleeding because of the madness of the [Gods] and [Ghosts]. The images being spoken out can no longer be suppressed, and large areas of illusion are quickly becoming ineffective.

The cleanliness and tidiness of the streets were quickly fading away, and the bloody words "ghost" and "god" kept appearing, covering the walls, floors, streets and alleys.

Blood gushed out like a waterfall from the building where the man was using the microphone.

If you look closely, you can see a section of the building foot in the waterfall.

The Zhenhai Building is among them. This terrifying building appeared with the stimulation of the out-of-control object.

The aura of [God] and [Ghost] is constantly increasing, and the red color that Chen Ning'an sees in his eyes is becoming more and more intense.

He always had a bad premonition lingering in his heart.

We can't let them go on. There are not many people left. If they are snatched away and harvested again, what will be the role for them?
"It's time to start the final confrontation."

He came to Fuchun Road with a lantern to make final preparations.

One paper man after another followed behind him, from one person at the beginning, to ten people, a hundred people, and then to ten thousand people. All the paper people nearby who could come had already arrived.

He took out an oil lamp, which was the eternal lamp that imprisoned and restricted the young people. Now he used it to lead the way and open a path to the Red Candle Cemetery for tens of thousands of paper people.

The Red Candle Cemetery is the source of red candles for the entire Zhongcheng. There are always inexplicably more old graves, as well as more red candles, incense, wax, and paper money here.

Chen Ning'an did not come here for the red candle today. He led the paper people deeper into the city. If he wanted to deal with the out-of-control [ghosts] and [gods], he must have something that could hurt them.

"boom!"

Thunder continued to strike, and a half-dead lightning-struck tree was bathed in the thunder, and the lightning rods he had placed around it had all been melted.

It's unknown how long this lightning-struck wood had been bathed in lightning. When Chen Ning'an was still an ordinary person, he used some wood powder to severely injure the Dharma King Anjiang.

Any weirdness cut by the lightning-struck wooden sword has no power to contend with, regardless of level.

There used to be too much thunder and he was always afraid to get it, but now he has a large number of paper figures.

Most of the paper people showed signs of exhaustion, and some even stopped to breathe on the way.

Now, they are good consumables, and one by one the paper people are walking towards the minefield under Chen Ning'an's control.

"Boom!"

Thunder fell instantly, one after another, and the paper people became the best targets.

However, there were too many paper people, and no matter how strong the thunder was, it could not kill them all. Also, because many of the paper people were made of paper, the lightning could not spread at all.

In an instant, the paper people advanced to the foot of the lightning-struck tree. Thunder continued to strike, but the paper people began to build a "human wall" to allow Chen Ning'an to walk through it.

He walked step by step to the front of the lightning-struck wood. This hard tree seemed fragile in front of his tremendous strength.

"Crack!"

The trunk was broken and Chen Ningan dragged it away.

He used the dagger that could cut through iron like mud to trim a lightning-struck wooden sword that was as tall as a person, and twelve small swords that were about the same size as the dagger. This was the right number, neither too many nor too few.

"Hold it for me."

He moved his arm slightly, and Gao Xun had left. Now the most powerful paper figures here were Lu Shang and Huang Yue, who were instigated by him from the [ghost] side.

Two of them carried the tall wooden sword, and the remaining twelve were held by twelve paper figures he had made himself.

[Ghosts][Gods], it's time to get rid of them. After knowing their background, Chen Ningan realized that he could not bring these things into the world.

He is not strong enough now. It is unknown how long the [Gods] and [Ghosts] have existed, so long that perhaps they existed before the New Qin Dynasty.

Ordinary people can't even imagine how powerful it is. Now just a single blood tendon can control half of Yadong's body, which is the last one of the previous batch.

This resulted in countless people in Zhongcheng going out to kowtow.

The [Ghost] was divided into five, and just by leaking some special "things", it caused a lot of trouble, allowing an ordinary person like Su Mei to compete with the [God] for a short time and become an out-of-control existence.

If they come completely, the end of the world will probably come, and Chen Ningan will have no place to hide.

For this battle, Chen Ning'an made almost all preparations.

It was not only about preventing them from coming, but also about catching the remaining paper figures. The number of paper figures decreased sharply, and the speed at which he recovered his "Qi" also began to weaken.

At that time, we can only replenish fresh blood from places outside Zhongcheng.

When he arrived at Wang Jian’s home, which is the Yinque Community, Chen Ning’an opened the coffin and found that the person inside was not dead yet.

He is still making different noises and is also an out-of-control object.

Chen Ning'an imprisoned it again, then picked up the three pieces of clothing and the flashlight obtained from South Cinema City.

These things are actually not very useful anymore. Chen Ningan can now withstand the flashlight or even destroy it.

But sometimes, it may be this little deviation that will make you win in the end.

Everything is ready. Chen Ningan pondered for a moment and said, "Let's tell a fortune."

Just at this moment, the voice of an old woman hawking her wares reached his ears.

"I collect old TVs, old refrigerators, and mahjong machines and sell them~"

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old woman who collected scrap. She was hunched over and pushing a small tricycle with difficulty. The sound came from the tricycle.

Although she looked very old, there was no sign of organ failure on her body. This person should be the real person who survived when the Zhenhai Building was photographed.

Her eyes were blurry due to old age, and she did not see the reality that was constantly breaking apart, and she still thought she was living in a peaceful era.

Chen Ningan saw that she was constantly praying to God, but she still did not stop what she was doing. "The old woman is Kun Gua, which is in the southwest direction. Kun and Kun meeting is Chong Kun."

The hexagram is complete. The number for noon is seven, and the number for double Kun is sixteen, a total of twenty-three numbers. When the line is divided by six, the remainder is five, and the fifth line moves.

The resulting hexagram: Kun.

Chen Ning'an looked at the hexagram. The fire of noon gives birth to the body, and today is the year of Mao and the month of Chou, and there are two woods that restrain the body.

As the hexagrams played out in his eyes, Chen Ning'an's heart became calmer and calmer. The fourteen thunder-struck wooden sword paper figures behind him said nothing.

First look at the hexagram qi. Kun earth is the body. It is auspicious to use the body in harmony. If the hexagram changes and the body overcomes the use, it is consumption. However, if the body is strong, it is also auspicious.

Let’s look at Chong Ke:

In the year of Mao, wood is defeated in terms of year, month, day and hour. This year represents the ancestor, the greatest, and the one that coordinates everything. Using it in this clock city will bring the greatest danger.

Chen Ning'an thought it was a [God] and a [Ghost], but then he thought again, there were two of them, not one.

If it is not shown in the hexagram, then it is not a [god] or a [ghost].

Combined with Kun Earth, the main hexagram of disaster is Kun Earth, maybe it is related to this land?

Land...land?
Chen Ning'an paid attention in his heart and looked at the monthly order. Chou Earth is in winter, and the Earth will be consumed. This is his consumption, but Chou Earth is the same as Kun Earth after all. It seems that the consumption will not hurt the foundation.

The day stem is Yin, which means that the impulse is fast and it is related to him. Yin wood is restraining Kun earth, which is bad!
It is noon, and noon fire produces earth. His energy is already strong, so he has a great chance of winning this last wave.

Generally speaking, there are two evil things in the hexagram. One is related to the size of the land, and the other must be [god] or [ghost].

Chen Ning'an put down the hexagram. Qian and Kun had no interaction, so he had no help. So he had to choose a place that was beneficial to him to fight.

South belongs to fire, so he should have gone to the south, but Chen Ningan's fate favors metal and not fire, so he chose the southwest.

southwest……

Dense footsteps were heard. At this moment, all the paper figures in various places in Zhongcheng broke away from the control of the [ghosts] and [gods] and quickly gathered towards the southwest!

Chen Ning'an didn't know that the blood from the microphone in the northeast direction had completely submerged the building when he just decided to go southwest.

Gradually, the name of the building in the blood began to change, and the four words [Zhenhai Building] became clear.

Someone looked at Zhong Cheng through the blood-red window of the building, with a smile on his face...

A large number of believers suddenly rebelled.

This was unbelievable to the higher-ups of the [Gods] and [Ghosts]. They stopped chanting prayers and started running without any hesitation.

Chen Ning'an arrived at the edge of the southwest city. He looked quietly into the distance. Everything seemed very slow, but in fact it was only about three hours.

After three hours, Mucheng made the final decision.

The person in charge sitting at the head of the conference room said calmly: "The higher-ups have made a decision. The stability of Mucheng is more important than any other interests. Therefore, we have permission to destroy all the weapons depots in Zhongcheng."

As soon as the decision was made, the leaders were shocked and began to discuss it.

There is no way, this decision is really too important and it must be executed very quickly.

Almost as soon as the meeting started, someone informed them that the permission order had been signed, and they all signed to confirm.

Afterwards, many patios outside the city were opened, and a deafening roar resounded throughout the city.

[Hello, audience friends, Mucheng is carrying out the destruction of old weapons. Please don't panic and stay calm. ]

The news was also pushed out as soon as possible, calming the originally panicked people.

"I was shocked. I thought it was coming from the other side of the sea. It turned out to be destroying old weapons."

"Don't tell me, if it wasn't for the news, I would have been hiding by now."

"There is nothing scary in peacetime. This is normal. I thought it was an earthquake."

Amidst the discussion, everyone in Zhongcheng raised their heads.

First, stars appeared in the distance, then they became brighter and brighter and turned into the sun.

Chen Ningan could see clearly from the west side of Nancheng District that the stars whizzed past fell into the other three urban areas. The nearest one fell 60 kilometers away from the South Cinema in Nancheng District.

The place where he was was relatively safe because it was in the old town, but the shock wave also caused the glass everywhere to shatter.

"The year branch is against the body, and the land is in trouble. So this is how it is?"

Chen Ning'an watched the explosion of falling stars in the air wave, and his mind suddenly became clear, with a sense of joy that came from his accurate calculations.

Land plus annual expenditure is the largest, isn't this the "big official" of Xin Qin? In this way, everything is settled.

Explosions occurred everywhere, which caused Zhongcheng, which had already seen a sharp decline in population, to be wiped out again.

Such an explosion impact might not cause any harm to him as long as it was not in the center, but it was fatal to all the consumables. Chen Ning'an was very glad that he had made a divination in advance.

When you tell fortunes, you must base it on what is happening around you, as that is the most direct hint from God to you.

When his paper figures came to the southwest, it can be said that most of them were preserved. Even though some were constantly depleting, they were still more than the [ghosts] and [gods].

Xicheng District has received special attention, so I guess Mr. Liao will not have an easy time.

Now, it is time for Chen Ningan to take the initiative.

There are basically only a few people who survived in Zhongcheng here. The [Gods] and [Ghosts], Mr. Liao, will definitely smell the smell and pounce on them.

Chen Ning'an did not hesitate and began to draw talismans non-stop. He was already very proficient in the method of consuming blood and air, which basically did not consume his mental energy.

Only when using cinnabar brush and ink to draw regular Taoist talismans will it consume a huge amount of mental energy.

A papermaker ground it for him, mixing in the powder from all the leftover wood scraps struck by lightning.

"Today, if you come, don't even think about running away."

He was calculating in his mind and could already feel the ground shaking.

"crunch~"

There was the harsh sound of a wooden door opening and closing in the sky; God was coming.

Before he got close, Chen Ning'an heard the sound of chanting spreading out.

"Wherever I look upon, all living things exist. I am here to punish evil and promote good."

He came so quickly that the believers couldn't keep up. Such an arrogant performance made Chen Ning'an even more delighted.

"Come on, come on, I have been coveting your body for a long time."

But... he still needs to wait.

The hexagram Kun represents earth, and there is a lot of earth...of course it has to be hidden.

Chen Ning'an waved his arms, "All paper figures that are not transformed by the yellow talisman, follow me into the sewer."

The remaining paper figures are of course baits. Even if he has the advantage, he still has to be cautious.

What do you think will happen when the three parties, Mr. [God], Mr. [Ghost] and Mr. Liao, meet?

(End of this chapter)