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Chapter 144: Martyrdom (asking for monthly ticket)

As soon as the calligraphy was completed, Fifth Aunt felt as if she had a serious illness and became completely weak.

The copybook flew into the air, and when it reached the top of the black and yellow mud river, it suddenly rolled up into a scroll, and fell down with a "snatch", and was deeply embedded in the mud river.

Rumble…

The surging righteous energy condensed into a giant stone pillar a hundred feet high, firmly fixed in the middle of the river!
The surging and turbulent waves suddenly subsided.

The countless ghost soldiers who were ready to move in the river also roared, and were pressed into the mud by some force, never to emerge again.

On the hundred-foot black cliff, the master roared, his pitch-black snake tongue flickering rapidly: "Master wants to see how long you can hold on!"

The hundred-foot-high black cliff slowly moved and crashed into the stone pillar.

Without the push of the black and yellow mud river, Black Cliff's speed was slow, but no one could stop it!

Fifth Aunt sighed helplessly and said, "I have tried my best."

If we really can't stop this evil spirit, I'll take a few of the little ones with me and escape as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, there was the sound of horse hooves, and Zhou Leizi shouted from his horse: "The mother-and-child iron cannon is coming!"

He was riding a horse, followed by two carriages, galloping all the way.

A double-barreled iron cannon was chained to a carriage.

Another one was loaded with several boxes of cannons.

This type of double-barreled iron cannon was not large, the main cannon weighing about 100 jin (approximately 100 kg) and the secondary cannon 8 jin (approximately 100 catties). It was forged by the Beidu Artisan Workshop after learning from the red-haired barbarian's rapid-fire cannon and improving it with new craftsmanship.

Most of the ghost soldiers on the riverbank had been killed, so the captain led his men down to support Zhou Leizi. A martial arts captain carried the main cannon, and the others dragged the cart loaded with the sub-cannon up to the riverbank.

"Set up the guns! Bomb it!"

A captain of the craftsmen, his face filled with disdain, but with no one else around, he had no choice but to step forward and manipulate the gun himself, adjusting the angle, loading the sub-cannon, and firing—

boom!
One shot hit the target.

It would be difficult to miss a target as big as the Hundred-foot Black Cliff.

There was an explosion on the black cliff, and when the smoke cleared, a shallow pit was revealed on the black cliff.

The master laughed, "It's a little itchy. Come on a few more times."

The captains were stunned.

The power of the mother-and-child iron cannon is still weak. If it were replaced with a cannon made by a bronzesmith, it might really pose a threat to Black Cliff.

Xu Yuan's eyes lit up when he saw the boxes of cannons, and he quietly pulled two boxes over.

The ten human skins had been blown up, and Xu Yuan was ready to take action, but when he saw the sub-cannon, he became more confident.

Zhu Sili personally stood beside the mother-and-child cannon, using his mace as a baton, and roared, "Just keep firing!"

The captains regained their confidence and loaded the cannons again.

boom!
boom!
boom!
After several consecutive shots, a captain untied the water bag on his waist and poured it on the cannon, and a cloud of white smoke rose up with a hiss.

This would cool down the injured cannon, but it was no longer possible at this point.

"Let me do it." Suddenly a voice sounded from behind the crowd, and Lin Zijin walked up.

Everyone in the Champa Office, including Zhu Sili, was silent.

Ever since Lin Zijin's "law" was broken, no one has spoken to the Lord Lawyer again.

The "law" could have firmly suppressed the master.

It is the most appropriate way to deal with this kind of evil spirit.

But once the law was broken, the Champa Office immediately fell into an extremely passive position.

The hunt for evil spirits has even turned into a fight against them in order to save one's life.

Why would a sixth-rate practitioner of "law" be defeated by an evil spirit? Everyone knew the reason. So, at this point in the battle, no one approached Lin Zijin and said, "Sir, please take action."

Everyone in the Champa Office was extremely disappointed.

Lin Zijin walked to Xu Yuan, but was shocked to find that Xu Yuan was hiding behind Fu Jingyu and Song Lu, baiting the sub-cannon!
"Xu Xun..."

As soon as Lin Zijin opened his mouth, Xu Yuan waved his hand and signaled him to go away.

Do whatever you want.

Don't act like you're regretting your actions in front of me. If you'd known what to do, why did you do it in the first place? At your age, do you really need a young man like me to teach you these things?

Don’t expect that I will forgive you just by saying a few so-called heartfelt words or doing some “reconciliation” things. My forgiveness is not that cheap!

Lin Zijin's face was bitter, but he had no right to blame others for anything.

He walked to the edge of the black and yellow mud river, took a deep breath, and waved the magic weapon in his hand. Countless black filaments spread out, as if endless, covering the entire sky above the mud river, and then fell down and sank into the mud river.

On the hundred-foot black cliff, the master's face suddenly twisted: "How shallow and arrogant!"

"You think you can control me with just your mediocre 'female weaving skills'?"

In the black and yellow mud river, the mud and black filaments constantly dissolve and entangle with each other.

Although the master was full of confidence, his main focus was on the battle with Lin Zijin, and the hundred-foot black cliff stopped.

"Dissolve Lin Zijin first!"

"After all, he was once a sixth-rate official, and the highest official in the Champa Department!"

"This is a powerful medicine, delivered to my door for my nourishment."

Lin Zijin suddenly took out a cannonball from the carriage beside him, stuffed it into his arms, and then jumped into the mud river!

"Sir!" Zhu Sili finally couldn't help but shout. Lin Zijin turned around in surprise in the mud, glanced at Zhu Sili, nodded slightly, and said, "I didn't kill Lao Lu."

This was explained specifically to Zhu Sili, and the seventh-rate martial artist almost burst into tears.

He was able to achieve what he has today thanks to Lin Zijin's support when he was young.

It would be difficult for him to repay Lin Zijin's kindness in this lifetime, so when he discovered some secrets, he struggled in his heart... but in the end he chose to turn a deaf and dumb.

Lin Zijin calmed down and stopped forcing himself to do anything else. He half-sank in the mud, swung the magic ox-horn mosquito net hook in his hand, and hooked out a ghost soldier from the mud.

With a pinch of his left hand, the ghost soldier turned into a ball of ghost silk.

Lin Zijin continued to weave the ghost gauze tent using the "female weaving method".

The black and yellow mud river kept melting the ghost tent, but there were countless ghost soldiers in the mud river, and any ghost soldiers Lin Zijin caught were just "materials".

It depends on whether you melt faster or I weave faster.

While Xu Yuan was baiting the sub-cannon, he injected all the newly added inner elixir properties into the sword pill.

The whole process must be done with great caution!

Xu Yuan is already a seventh-rate alchemy practitioner, with a strong fire in his belly. If he is not careful, he will explode first.

Fortunately, the heat in my stomach has been greatly dissipated.

The reason why the sword pill was used directly was because the other gold pills carried with him were of poor quality and could not accommodate so many inner elixir properties.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Zijin's weaving speed had obviously slowed down by three points.

Quarter of an hour later, Lin Zijin's lower body had been completely melted by the mud river. His body was sinking, and every inch he sank, the mud river dissolved him.

But there was no trace of pain on Lin Zijin's face. He was still weaving with all his strength, trying to delay it as long as possible.

Finally, his body sank to his chest. Lin Zijin bit the sub-cannon with his mouth. When his arms were about to sink into the mud, he suddenly rubbed his hands together to produce a flame and ignited the sub-cannon!

boom!
Lin Zijin's head was blown to pieces!

(End of this chapter)