Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 45: Eastern Terrace
In an instant, the offense and defense switched. Chen Ning'an held the big mouth with one hand and picked up the wood sculpture on the ground with the other hand.

This hexagram does not look bad, does it?
Suddenly, the hexagram he had divined flashed through his mind, but soon he shook his head.

I am different today than before. I am just a wooden sculpture, only the size of a palm. How can I pose a threat?

He was about to pick it up, but suddenly, a cold light came from the side.

Chen Ning'an felt a sharp pain in his wrist when he tried to grab the wood sculpture. He quickly turned his gaze and saw a long sword with a cold glow stuck on his wrist.

It's already halfway stuck in, firmly lodged on the bone.

A huge force came from the cold sword, trying to pull the sword back, but Chen Ning'an clamped it with his backhand, holding the blade tightly, and with his other hand, he grabbed the big mouth and threw it into the darkness.

"what!"

There was a scream in the darkness, and the pulling force on the blade became stronger. The other party seemed unwilling to give up the sword.

But Chen Ning'an was so strong that he didn't move at all. Instead, he endured the severe pain and pulled the cold sword.

The scream in the darkness became louder, and then a person stumbled into Chen Ningan's sight.

His arms were bitten by the big mouth, but the clothes he was wearing were quite defensive and were not bitten for the time being.

But the severe pain from his teeth clenching made him miserable, and his other hand still held the cold sword tightly, preventing Chen Ningan from taking it away.

"let me go!"

The man roared, waved his fist, and hit Chen Ningan in the chest with his raised fingertips.

Judging from the force with which he swung the sword, this punch would be enough to explode the heart if it hit an ordinary person.

Chen Ning'an just slightly turned his body to the side, using his hard sternum to block in front of him. The man's fist landed on his chest and it was dull at first, followed by a miserable howl.

"Ouch...my hand!"

His protruding fingertips had already tilted irregularly to one side, but his other hand was still frantically pulling at the cold sword.

Chen Ningan frowned. He was unwilling to give up in this situation. Is this sword very precious?
Looking at the long sword stuck in his bones, he realized that this sword was indeed very valuable. It broke through the defense of the Vajra Talisman and finally got stuck in his bones.

Ordinary swords cannot achieve this level.

He raised his other hand, grabbed the wrist holding the sword, lifted it, and twisted it.

The sword did not fall. Chen Ning'an took a closer look and found that the man's fingers had twisted like tree roots and were completely attached to the hilt.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to let go, but that he can’t let go.

This is easy. Chen Ningan grabbed the branches, pressed them down, bent them, and picked them up.

With a crisp cracking sound, all the tree roots in the man's hand fell off, his flesh was torn and broken, and he could no longer hold the sword.

"Ah! My fingers... How is this possible!"

He backed away repeatedly on the ground, wailing and covering his right hand.

"How many missions have you completed to have this kind of strength?"

Mission? Strength?
Chen Ning'an looked at the sword in his hand, pulled away the branches on it, and was about to grasp the hilt of the sword when he suddenly realized that his fingers were beginning to deform under the pull of the hilt.

This sword will turn his hand into that of the sneak attacker?
He threw the sword with his backhand, and the sword found the slowly moving wooden sculpture behind him, penetrated it and nailed it to the ground.

The wood sculpture actually came to life, crying "wa wa" in a hoarse voice like a baby.

Chen Ning'an stopped looking and moved forward, quickly stepping on the heel of the fleeing man.

He fell to the ground with a thud, his head hitting the ground hard and blood immediately flowing out.

Chen Ning'an looked at his wrist. There was no blood flowing out of it and the blood vessels were empty.

Got to eat again.

"Brother, please spare me, I didn't mean it!"

The man on the ground struggled, clasped his hands together and prayed repeatedly, not caring about the blood that kept flowing from his body.

"What mission?"

Chen Ningan looked at him and said, "How dare you walk around without a lantern? Why are you still fine?"

"Brother, you don't know?"

The man was shocked: "Then how come you are so powerful?" "Bang!"

Chen Ning'an stepped hard and crushed the former's heel. The man gritted his teeth in pain and blood spurted out from his head almost at the same time.

"Brother, I say, I say, go east and there is a tree and a dirt platform. There is a task on the tree. After completing the task, place the item on the dirt platform and you will get a reward!"

After being stepped on, the man quickly became obedient. Chen Ningan snorted coldly and bent down to take off his clothes.

"Brother, don't. My clothes are worthless and I don't like them."

The man on the ground struggled and tried to cover up, but Chen Ningan grabbed his neck with his backhand and lifted him up like a chicken.

The clothes fell into his hands before they went straight.

"roll."

Letting go of the man, Chen Ning'an turned around to get the sword.

"No, brother, don't go, give me my clothes, give...ah!"

The man let out a short scream, and then something heavy fell to the ground and a dragging sound was heard in the darkness.

Chen Ning'an looked at the clothes in his hand, and it turned out that this thing was working. It seemed to be able to hide his body and not be found by the monster.

He pulled out the cold sword from the ground, and his fingers continued to grow towards the hilt.

Chen Ning'an looked at the wood carving; the size seemed just right.

So Chen Ning'an turned the wooden carving around and stabbed the tip of the sword, using the wooden carving as a handle and holding the cold light sword in reverse.

"Wow!"

The wood sculpture kept screaming, but the sound suddenly became smaller after he held it.

Chen Ning'an walked into the darkness with sword in hand.

Following the direction of the sound of the heavy object being dragged, he saw bloodstains on the ground.

Following the bloodstains, there was more and more bloodstains, and soon we arrived in front of a wooden building.

This should be one of the buildings used for movie filming. Blood is still dripping from the wooden building.

"Go north, there is indeed wealth."

Chen Ning'an chuckled and walked into the wooden building, with the light shining directly inside.

His attacker lay on the ground with his stomach completely ripped open, nothing inside visible.

He was still alive, staring at Chen Ning'an, but he didn't have the strength to say anything.

How can I speak without lungs and larynx?
So...where is the ferocious beast?

Chen Ning'an shone the light on the bloodstains on the ground and gradually walked forward. The bloodstains continued to move up the wall.

He also looked up, and the next second, a highly decayed face that looked like a skeleton appeared in front of him.

My heart stopped.

The monster opened its bony mouth, and blood and internal organs flowed out.

Chen Ning'an took a half step back to avoid being contaminated, then swung his sword backhandedly, hitting the bone monster's head hard.

However, the sharp sword and his great strength could not cut the monster's bones.

Chen Ning'an withdrew without saying a word and quickly returned to the wooden building.

The power of this monster was beyond his expectations, and it seemed impossible to defeat it at the moment.

He retreated, and the monster chased him forward, but its speed was obviously not as fast as his.

Chen Ning'an was about to walk away with the lantern in his hand when he suddenly saw the candle burning fiercely.

The next second, he walked towards the bone monster uncontrollably.

Spell?

Chen Ningan was overjoyed!
(End of this chapter)