Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 28: Hijacking an Escort

The biting mountain wind whistled past, carrying the smell of rotten leaves and damp soil, and slapped Chu Ning's cheek hard.

The night poured down like thick ink, shrouding Eagle's Beak Cliff in dead silence. The rugged rocks glowed coldly in the moonlight, like the bared fangs of a giant beast, ready to devour any intruders at any time.

Chu Ning lay in the shadow of the cliff top, stroking the night dew condensed on the arrow with his fingertips.

Below, a long winding dragon of torches was passing through the narrowest bend of the snake-slough passage, and the dark iron cage cast a spider-web-like shadow in the firelight.

The sound of clanking chains was mixed with the suppressed sobs of a young child.

"The Wang family actually treats living people as 'commodity'?"

He stared coldly at the escort convoy winding below.

"At three quarters past ten, the first car enters the bend."

Chu Ning slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and the Xu Ling Bell in his palm emitted a cold blue light, strangely distorting the surrounding air.

His rapid breathing seemed to be filtered out, leaving only the distant sound of the bell.

What was even more bizarre was that when he stepped onto the rock wall, gravel fell from the soles of his boots, but not even a speck of dust was stirred up, as if he was walking in the reflected void.

The three gold-inlaid carriages were like lambs to be slaughtered, slowly squeezing into the eagle's beak crack that was only wide enough for one carriage to pass through.

"Crack!"

The moment the bowstring snapped, the bowl-thick vines clinging to the eastern rock face snapped. The arrow, soaked in thunder, exploded with a blinding purple light, and the heavy rock dormant behind the vines crashed down with a thunderous thud.

Arrows were shot, rocks collapsed, horses neighed, and people died.

The leading driver didn't even have time to scream before he and his horse were crushed into a bloody pancake.

"Enemy attack! Protect the car!"

The convoy was in chaos in an instant, with screams and the sounds of unsheathed weapons mixed together, and the atmosphere was instantly tense.

The guard leader's roar tore through the night sky, and more than twenty warriors drew their swords at the same time.

Without waiting for the team to stop completely, Chu Ning took decisive action.

The second arrow had penetrated the crevice on the west side and was accurately nailed into a weathered load-bearing stone.

The entire mountain groaned like a dying beast, and the collapsed rock layers completely blocked the escape route.

Chu Ning floated down to the top of the cliff like a ghost, and the cold light of the unsheathed rusty knife reflected the curled up child in the cage.

Those pale little faces were embedded with numbness that was inconsistent with their age. The youngest girl even took the initiative to stretch her wrist towards the iron bars, which were covered with needle holes for drawing blood.

"Wang family." A beast-like roar rolled out of Chu Ning's throat, and the lightning pattern on the blade suddenly increased.

"boom!"

The thunder force tore through the blood mist like a silver snake. The violent lightning, with its terrifying impact force, directly overturned the first carriage, breaking the wheels and causing the horses to scream and scatter.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A bloody figure rushed out from the collapsed carriage.

Wang Zhe's face was distorted in the blood mist, and spider-web-like red lines were crawling under his skin like a poisonous snake.

His eyes were completely devoured by crimson blood, and his nails grew into pitch-black blades, each strike carrying the stench of rotting flesh. "You think... you can save them?"

His voice seemed to be squeezed out from the abyss, hoarse with a crazy smile, 'These children... have long been sacrificed by the ancestors!

The spider-web-like red lines on Wang Zhe's face were wriggling like a living thing, his flesh seemed soaked in blood, and his hands were shining with a cold light, bringing with them a fishy wind as they went straight for Chu Ning's throat.

"Wang Zhe? Blood Puppet?" Chu Ning's heart was shocked, but the power of his sword increased instead of decreasing.

The thunder force exploded along the point of collision, burning the rotten flesh on Wang Zhe's right arm with a sizzling sound.

"How dare you rob the Wang family's silver carriage?" Wang Zhe's vocal cords seemed to have been burned by a branding iron. "The ancestor wants your eyeballs soaked in wine."

He was answered by three volleys of arrows, which pierced the blood mist and pierced the rock wall, forming a lightning cage in the night sky.

Unexpectedly, "Hundred Steps to Hit the Target" and "Thunderbolt Sword Technique" were combined to form a new move. The jumping electric light locked Wang Zhe firmly in a small space.

"Tell me! Where are these children being sent?" Chu Ning pressed the tip of his knife against the Blood Puppet's brow.

Wang Zhe grinned with his mouth oozing with black blood, and suddenly reached out to tear open his clothes.

There were nine bronze nails stuck in his chest, three of which had rusted into his bones: "Blood Refining Hall. Grant me immortality." Before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly swelled up like a ball.

Chu Ning retreated violently on tiptoe, and the place where he had stood had been corroded by the poisonous blood, leaving a deep pit about a foot deep.

Wang Zhe's body expanded to its limit, as if inflated. The moment his skin burst, countless blood bats, wrapped in a foul-smelling black mist, gushed out. On the back of each bat, a distorted human face emerged - the very image of the refined children.

The scarlet eyes locked onto the children in the prison van. They screamed and rushed towards the van, their cries and laughter blending into a harsh demonic sound.

Chu Ning's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Shhhhhh!"

His arrow pierced through the bat in front, but the human face turned into blood foam, splashing on the iron bars and corroding into hissing white smoke.

Seven iron arrows pierced the air and nailed the bat to death three feet in front of the cage.

Chu Ning took the opportunity to jump onto the last carriage, but sparks flew when the blade cut through the black iron chain.

He sneaked under the car like a ghost. He stretched out his hand slightly, groping in the secret compartment under the car. His fingertips touched a raised mechanism, and with a light press, the secret compartment quietly opened.

"Boom!"

The entire carriage suddenly sank three feet, and the moment the secret compartment popped open, nine bronze nails shot out.

Chu Ning swung his sword to block, but saw that the nails formed a strange formation in the air, and the birth characters on the nails were oozing blood in the moonlight.

The arrangement of the stems and branches and the name of one of them made his blood freeze - it was clearly Wang Lin!
"The ancestor of the Wang family... actually wants to turn himself into a zombie!" Chu Ning's heart was filled with shock.

The ancestor of the Wang family did not prolong his life at all, but divided his soul and placed it in nine living corpses. Each corpse needed to be nurtured with the blood of his closest relatives!
The secret techniques of the Blood Refining Hall are so terrifying. How many dirty secrets does the Wang family hide?
“Crack.”

The sound of a mechanism turning came from deep in the secret compartment, and Chu Ning suddenly turned around and chopped.

The moment the sword energy blew away the roof of the car, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

Nine similar-looking corpses lay in a pool of blood, each with a bronze nail inscribed with their birth date pierced through their chest. The "corpse" in the center suddenly opened its eyes, grinning from ear to ear: "Boy, your blood smells delicious!"

"boom!"

The rusty knife chopped down with rage, but was blocked by the blood shield that appeared out of nowhere.

Chu Ning's knuckles cracked, and he saw the "corpse" raise its hand and summon a bloody rain. The raindrops corroded his skin and turned it into bones. Even the barrier of the Void Spirit Bell began to tremble.

Wang Zhe took the opportunity to pounce on him, his nails growing three feet long, as if he was going to gouge out his heart.

At the critical moment of life and death, a ball of snow-colored lightning shot out from Chu Ning's collar.

"Qiang!"

Amid the sound of metal clashing, the little white fox's eyes flashed with green light, and its petite body struggled against the poisonous claws. Most of its snow-white fur was instantly corroded by the black blood.

It turned around and whimpered at Chu Ning, and the golden hoop pattern on its left front paw suddenly lit up like the scorching sun.

"No!" Chu Ning's eyes were bloodshot. The little white fox had already transformed into a stream of green fire, and its nine illusory fox tails were like chains that wrapped around the blood puppet.

The golden hoop curse pattern spread from its brow to the entire body of the blood puppet, and the bronze nails shattered wherever it passed.

The blood puppet let out an inhuman howl, its body twisted into charcoal in the fox fire.

When the last bronze nail broke out of the body, the little white fox fell like a kite with a broken string.

Chu Ning flew over to catch it, but what his palm touched was no longer warm and soft fur, but carbonized flesh and blood.

"cough"

The little white fox lightly hooked his collar with its claws, and its cyan pupils gradually blurred.

The proud spirit beast that had refused to surrender in the cave that day was now curled up in his arms like a kitten.

A fishy-sweet taste surged into Chu Ning's throat, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he was completely unaware.

The little white fox in his arms was losing body temperature rapidly, and his originally bright blue pupils were gradually covered with a layer of gray.

Its claws weakly hooked onto his collar, as if confirming his presence one last time.

"Hold on..." Chu Ning's voice was hoarse and almost broken, and his fingertips trembled as he stroked its charred fur, where the pungent smell of burning still remained.

Chu Ning staggered back to the edge of the cliff, with a bottomless black abyss behind him.

He stared at the intact gold-inlaid carriage and suddenly chopped the chain of the shaft with the rusty knife.

The carriage tilted and overturned under the pull of gravity, and gold poured down like a waterfall.

At the moment of falling, he hugged the dying little white fox tightly, allowing the feeling of weightlessness to engulf his whole body.

(End of this chapter)