Patrol Captain

The night was as dark as ink, and the mist shrouded the rolling mountains and forests.

In the northwest, deep within the forest, a figure swiftly moved through the dense forest.

Heavy breathing filled the air.

Under the pale moonlight, the figure of Long Wanyue, the holy maiden of the Western Regions, darted through the forest. Her skirt swept across the dewy branches, splashing water droplets that soaked her clothes and left a trail of blood.

Her clothes were soaked in blood, her face was pale and filled with resentment in the moonlight, and her figure moved as if by teleportation, covering dozens of feet in an instant, quickly traversing through the mountains and forests.

She was seriously injured, but she dared not pause for a moment. The faint sound of bells behind her was like a death knell, striking her taut nerves again and again.

But the long run aggravated her internal injuries and made her breathing disordered. After a while, a metallic taste rose in her throat, and she stopped and landed between thick branches, holding onto the tree trunk with both hands.

"puff"

She spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with bits of flesh, which fell onto the tree trunk.

The blood was highly corrosive and immediately burned a large hole in the tree trunk.

Long Wanyue looked back and saw a flame piercing through the forest mist in the distance, like a greedy beast in the night, unwilling to give up its prey.

Long Wanyue's red eyes were like needle points, containing a trace of fear and resentment.

The Musashi General of the Ninth Mountain was exceptionally powerful. His methods were mysterious, and with the golden bell protecting him, he locked onto him. Despite carrying the sacred artifact, he was injured and forced to flee.

I absolutely cannot fail here!

Her bloodshot, needle-like eyes revealed a fierce and eccentric look, creating a stark contrast with her delicate and pretty face.

Then she took out a finger that looked like it had just been cut off from a corpse. Then, she continued to move and fly away, and at the same time, a murderous look appeared in her eyes. She put the dead man's finger into her mouth and then bit it down.

"Gao"

The eerie sound of bones being chewed filled the air.

The woman bit off a piece of the finger with her teeth, her teeth stained with bright red blood. Then, she chewed between her teeth, and her bright red tongue swallowed the ground-up flesh and bone.

This horrifying scene made it appear particularly grotesque.

Soon, the bloodshot area in the woman's eyes expanded, her pupils dilated, and she let out a painful groan. Something seemed to break free from under her clothes, but her originally weak aura suddenly surged.

His speed increased dramatically, covering a distance of over a hundred feet in an instant. Then, black energy billowed from his body, and black lines transformed into octopus-like tentacles, disappearing into the surrounding mountains and forests.

And its figure disappeared into the fleeing black mist.

A few breaths later, the sound of bells reached the forest, and a fiery red horse galloped through the air, skimming over the treetops, neighing as it tried to rush forward.

From the forest below, black tentacles suddenly shot out like arrows, aiming at Gongsun Yang on horseback.

Intertwined into a vast net!
On horseback, Gongsun Yang's gaze remained unchanged. He snorted coldly, spurred his horse into the air, and unleashed a storm of wind and thunder with his long sword.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

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A series of explosions.

One by one, the black tentacles that shot towards them were severed by the blade.

As a result, wood chips exploded and leaves flew everywhere.

In three or four breaths, Gongsun Yang completely shattered the tentacles blocking his way.

Amidst the swirling leaves, the golden bell at his waist fell silent.

Gongsun Yang's eyes, hidden in the darkness, followed the direction in which the other had disappeared. He leaped onto his horse and, without hesitation, chased after the darkness ahead.

"drive!"

Soon, the fiery red horse transformed into a streak of fire and disappeared into the mountains and forests, vanishing into the distance.

And this shattered forest has become so quiet.

After a while, a pale-faced woman emerged from the shadows of a large tree that would take several people to encircle.

He raised his hand, pinching a leaf that was slowly drifting down from the sky between two fingers. His gaze was fixed on the direction where the fiery red horse had disappeared, and a cold and mocking glint appeared in his scarlet pupils.

Soldiers never tire of deceit!

She will remember this grudge.

Soon, she stopped and moved, changing direction and becoming a blur as she swiftly crept southward through the mountains and forests.

She flew south for several miles, thinking that after running for hundreds of miles in one breath, she would find a safe place to heal her wounds and then take revenge for today's humiliation.

Lujiang, the ninth mountain!

The last time I was in such a sorry state was at the hands of that Ninth Mountain General.

Once she recovered, madness flickered in the scarlet eyes of this Western Region saintess.

At this moment, the mountains and forests rushed past her, and a steep cliff appeared in front of her.

Just as Long Wanyue was about to take off and soar over, a piercing bell sound suddenly rang out on the cliff in front of her.

The familiar voice startled her like a frightened bird; she stopped in her tracks, and her scarlet pupils trembled.

Misheard?
Just as she was wondering, a fiery red horse appeared on the cliff in front of her, its hooves moving leisurely with small, quick steps, letting out a soft neigh and a snort.

On horseback, Gongsun Yang held the reins tightly with one hand, his eyes indifferently watching the Western Regions Saintess below, whose face was filled with shock and anger.

"You clearly chased after them in the northwest direction!"

"how is this possible?"

Long Wanyue's scarlet pupils widened in shock and anger, and her voice began to distort, producing a mixed male and female noise that was extremely jarring.

Seeing Gongsun Yang's indifferent expression, she let out a vicious shriek, as if she had figured something out.
"Are you kidding me?"

The martial arts expert from the Ninth Mountain was clearly waiting for her here, and seemed to have known her intentions all along.

On the cliff, Gongsun Yang watched as the Western Regions saintess gradually became hysterical. Without even blinking, he leaped forward, drew his sword, and charged at her like lightning.

The glint of swords illuminated the night, their cold light piercing the sky.

"This is outrageous!" Long Wanyue shrieked, "Black Prison Suppresses Evil!"

Suddenly, the forest beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar, and a dense darkness engulfed the surrounding area, swallowing his figure completely and causing him to disappear without a trace.

Gongsun Yang charged into the fray, accompanied by a dazzling flash of sword light.

After a short while, a silver light sliced ​​through the black night sky.

Then the dark prison shattered.

Gongsun Yang rushed out, a golden bell hanging on his head, his blue armor gilded with gold, exuding a sacred and majestic aura. The night wind ruffled his gray sideburns, and his eyes reflected a dazzling golden light. Blood dripped from the long sword in his right hand.

Even in my old age, I still have lofty ambitions, as steadfast as the pine and cypress!

He looked down, and in the shattered land below, the Western Regions Saintess had vanished without a trace.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law!"

Gongsun Yang's brows furrowed in anger. He let out a sharp shout, then raised his other hand, forming a sword-like finger, and slashed it across his brow. A golden vertical mark instantly appeared between his brows.

The next moment, the vertical mark between his eyebrows suddenly opened, and a beam of divine light shot out from it, heading straight for a pile of rubble below.

"boom"

A deafening roar followed, then a piercing scream that sounded neither male nor female.

A streak of blood-red light shot up.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-red light shot off haphazardly to the north.

Gongsun Yang watched the bloody light disappear into the distance, and the golden marks on his eyebrows and eyes gradually faded, but he did not rush to chase after it.

The night is still long!
Gongsun Yang blew a whistle, and the large horse on the cliff came galloping over with a neigh.

Then, they mounted their horses and headed north.

That night, in the desolate mountains outside Chengdu, a woman with delicate features, her body soaked in blood, fled through the forest.

She hid and fled, she resisted stubbornly, even to the point of hysteria, using every trick in the book.

That old general from the Ninth Mountain was like a persistent ghost; he clearly had the chance to kill her, but instead, he seemed to be toying with his prey, and the bell rang all night long.

"Choo choo hoo"

As dawn approached, under a grey-blue sky, in a stream, Long Wanyue hurriedly waded through a shallow pool. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were tattered, and one hand was clutching her chest. Veins bulged beneath her battered skin, spreading to her face, with black energy writhing within them, as if some monster was trying to break free.

She had already consumed most of the sacred relic and was about to collapse.

Finally, exhausted, she stumbled and fell into the water with a splash.

The icy stream water filled her mouth and nose, causing her to cough violently.

As she struggled to her feet, the deadly sound of a bell rang in her ears.

A burst of hysterical, mournful laughter came from the mouth of this holy woman from the Western Regions.

"Hehehe"

She tilted her head back, her wet hair dripping water, and her blood-stained clothes staining the water beneath her feet red, making her look exactly like a female ghost crawling out of the water.

Her scarlet pupils, hidden beneath her hair, filled most of her eye sockets as she watched the fiery red horse fall from the sky, letting out a hysterical laugh.

"It seems I won't be getting out of here alive today."

"You clearly had the chance to kill me, but you kept delaying and toying with me. You people of the Ninth Mountain have such vicious intentions."

Despite her efforts to maintain the dignity of a saint, she eventually succumbed to hysteria.

Like a trapped beast!
Gongsun Yang simply watched coldly, not speaking to the witch at all. The knife in his hand rubbed against the iron armor on his wrist, making a metallic scraping sound, as he sharpened his knife, ready to strike the pigs and sheep.

Seeing that he hadn't said a word and had transformed himself into this state, Long Wanyue's resentment and venom in her eyes seemed to materialize.

"Ahhh"

"If I can't live, then nobody can live either."

Finally, Long Wanyue took the last step, made up her mind, and bit the last part of the dead man's finger into her mouth.

That was a sacred object, brought out from the Ruins of Gods.

She swallowed the whole thing and will not survive. Everything she has will be sacrificed to the "god" parasitizing her body, and the god within her will be revived.

She actually prefers to call it a "vengeful ghost"!
She was originally a princess of the Yanqi Kingdom in the Western Regions. The day she was chosen as a saintess by the Holy Church, everything changed. Her body became neither human nor ghost, and she had to serve those old monsters of the Holy Church.

She hates!

With a piercing scream, her mouth gaped open, her pupils bulged from the intense pain, and she tried to shout out, but something blocked her throat.

"Uh uh uh"

Her mouth seemed to be slowly torn open by an invisible force, the bloody crack at the corner of her mouth connected with the torn flesh, making it look particularly gruesome.

Something was rolling up from its throat, trying to come out of its mouth!
Not far away, Gongsun Yang raised his eyebrows, leaped off his horse, and his figure became a blur as he swiftly passed by the Western Region Saintess who was unable to move.

In an instant, a flash of cold light, like lightning, passed through his throat.

The woman's head suddenly flew off.

But strangely, no blood flowed from the wound.

Then, the head fell back onto the headless body intact, only the head was on backwards. A pair of blood-red, inhuman eyes stared like a demon at Gongsun Yang, who was turning around with his sword drawn.

At that moment, Gongsun Yang felt a chilling sensation, as if he were being targeted by some kind of malice.

Then, he suddenly felt a stinging pain all over his body, from his hands to his face, like being pricked by needles. When he looked down, he could see red hair growing on his hands.

Just as he frowned, the void between the two rippled, and then a figure in a green robe stepped out.

The next moment, the newcomer teleported directly to the Western Region Saintess who had been resurrected as a "vengeful ghost," grabbed her neck with one hand, and then his hand trembled.

A sharp, inhuman cry rang out, and then the saintess's throat rolled down, and the voice that came out of her mouth became Long Wanyue's.

The Western Regions saintess was pulled back from the brink of death, but when she saw who it was, her sense of relief was immediately replaced by an even stronger fear.

Even the "deity" within her body is the same.

"It was you!"

She managed to squeeze out a sound, the pain from the tearing at the corner of her mouth paling in comparison to the panic in her heart.

She is truly terrified now!

Falling into this person's hands is even more terrifying than the resurgence of the vengeful spirit within them.

"Heh, I won't let you die so easily." Chen Yuan grabbed the other man and lifted him up like a chick, revealing a cruel and cold smile.

This guy actually dared to scheme against him twice at Ninth Mountain.

The only way to deal with this kind of person is to be more ruthless and cold-blooded than they are.

He had Gongsun Yang torture his opponent little by little, like a cat playing with a mouse, gradually driving him into a desperate situation and making him suffer endless torment.

He tossed the creature aside, and in the icy stream at sunset, he looked down, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.
"If you tell me the headquarters of your Holy Church, I might consider letting you die a quicker death!"

"Otherwise, I would strip you naked and parade you through the streets of Chengdu for three days, so that the world can see what the Holy Maiden of the Western Regions looks like."

It has been almost a month since the Ninth Mountain troops left the mountain, searching everywhere for and killing these Holy Sect disciples. Some have been captured alive, but the Holy Sect's headquarters is still nowhere to be found.

Chen Yuan's words were like demons from hell, making Long Wanyue, who was immersed in the stream, tremble all over.

This wasn't a sarcastic remark; she believed he would actually do it.

Her face turned an unnatural red, and she desperately tried to destroy her own primordial spirit.

The other person's next words chilled her to the bone.

Even if you die, I will still hang your corpse outside the city gate to expose it to the elements!

The psychological defenses of this holy woman from the Western Regions have finally been broken down.

Like a dog, it waded through the water and crawled to Chen Yuan's feet.

"This woman deserves to die, this woman deserves to die."

"I said it, I said it!"

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, when the first light of dawn appeared in the distance,

A heart-wrenching scream startled countless birds in the forest, their fluttering sounds filling the air.

"You, surnamed Chen, are lying to me!"

"Ahhh!" (End of Chapter)