Comprehensive Network: Starting with Martial Artists to Stack Passive Skills

Chapter 82 Chasing the Fox Under the Moon (Seeking First Subscription)

"The Great Chu will rise, and Chen Sheng will be king!"

No, what kind of fox call is that?

As soon as the strange fox cry outside the gate faded, Lu Qingfeng was startled. From this, one can infer that this wandering instance might not be so proper either.

"However—it's fine this way. Within the limits, I am your father. Let me see what you're really made of."

The crimson moon mark appeared in Lu Qingfeng's eyes, but he was too lazy to distinguish what was outside playing tricks.

Find, kill, get clues—that's the process.

With his internal energy and blood mobilized, his right fist was already launched like a cannonball from a distance without him moving!

"BOOM!!!"

Bricks, stones, and wood chips exploded like pieces of paper, and the entire courtyard wall, along with half of the door frame, was blasted into countless fragments by the domineering fist force!

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, a dark red afterimage darted out from the breach; it was Lu Qingfeng, who had released some of his vital energy.

The streets and alleys outside the courtyard were deserted, and the moonlight was pale.

But the moment he stepped into the alley, the eerie fox cry rang out again:

This time, the voices seemed to surge in from all directions simultaneously, sharp and distorted, drilling straight into the skull: "The Great Chu will rise—King Chen She—The Great Chu will rise—King Chen She—"

[You are experiencing mental interference: Ghostly and Illusory Sounds]

[Effect: Confusion, disorientation, and continuous minor mental damage]

[The Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Bell has activated on its own, reducing its interference effect by 50%]

[Wraith resistance activated, battle intent activated, interference effects further weakened]

[Iron Will activated; interference effects have been blocked]

"Can you please stop yelling? Just tell me if you have any clues. It's already 2000 years into the Eastern Xuan era. Ancient swords can't kill officials of the present dynasty."

Lu Qingfeng altered the flow of some of his qi and blood to protect his ears. At the same time, the Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Bell at his waist moved automatically without wind, emitting a series of clear "ding-ling" sounds.

The clear sound cleansed away most of the noise in my mind, but not all of it disappeared, because there might still be clues.

However, it seemed unnecessary. He continuously scanned the abnormal aura around him and instantly locked onto an unidentified shadowy figure wriggling in the corner of the alley.

Although there was no life force or vitality that living things should have there, there was a cold, decaying resentment swirling around.

"Found you!"

Lu Qingfeng stomped his foot, causing the ground bricks to crack, and he rushed to the end of the alley like a blood-red meteor.

The shadow seemed to sense the danger, letting out an even more shrill shriek before suddenly scattering into seven or eight white afterimages that darted off in different directions!

Illusion? A clone?

Lu Qingfeng completely ignored these tricks, and the blood moon phantom above his head flashed by.

Blood Moon Territory, open!

hum!

Centered on him, a dim, blood-red halo with a radius of ten meters suddenly unfolded, and a thin blood mist filled the air.

The seven or eight white figures that had scattered and fled seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and they all paused, their movements visibly slowing down.

Six of them slowly dissipated in the white mist, while only one, the most solid one, was firmly "nailed" to its original position by the Blood Moon Territory.

Only then did Lu Qingfeng see the true appearance of this thing:

It was indeed a fox, but its fur and flesh had long since rotted away, leaving only a skeleton on the rocky shore.

Two clusters of eerie green soul fire flickered in the empty eye sockets, and the jaw opened and closed, making a teeth-grinding grinding sound. The eerie "The Great Chu will rise, Chen Sheng will be king" was said to have originated from this place.

The ghost fox seemed to realize that it could not escape. Its soul fire suddenly surged, and its skeletal body was engulfed in pale green phosphorescent flames. It turned around and pounced on Lu Qingfeng!

Wherever it passed, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground, and a pungent, acrid smell filled the air.

"You still dare to resist."

Lu Qingfeng was immediately amused. It seemed that he had been dead for too long and had lost the vigilance and alertness that a living being should have.

"Snap!"

He precisely gripped the white bone's neck, his finger strength penetrating it, causing the two clusters of eerie green soul flames to sway violently.

The fox demon struggled frantically, its bone claws scratching at his arm, but it couldn't even leave a mark on his skin. Instead, the force of the recoil broke several of its finger bones.

"You think you can cause trouble with such limited skills?"

Lu Qingfeng exerted a little force, and the skeletal body immediately made a creaking sound as it could not bear the weight.

With his other hand, he took the Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Bell from his waist and shook it at a bizarre speed next to the fox spirit's skull.

"Ding-a-ling—ding-a-ling ding-a-ling ding-a-ling ding-a-ling!"

The pure sound that should have cleansed the soul was turned into a noise-generating machine by Lu Qingfeng. Fortunately, the effect was significant. After this noise, the soul fire in the eyes of the ghost fox dimmed suddenly like a candle in the wind, and its struggling strength weakened instantly.

As the phosphorescent flames died down, the chilling resentment clinging to the bones receded like a tide, eventually leaving them completely limp, turning them into ordinary animal bones that no longer moved.

You have subdued the "Ghost Fox (A Collection of Resentful Spirits)".

The special event "Fox Cry" has been completed.

[Limit event in progress — Limit event not yet complete — Limit will continue]

[Initial clues being processed —]

Lu Qingfeng released his grip, and the white bones scattered on the ground with a clatter.

No, how could he die? He thought that if he could trigger a special event, he wouldn't be weak, and wouldn't be unable to withstand the power of a purple equipment.

Lu Qingfeng looked at the pile of bones on the ground with a headache, then glanced at the Nine Nether Soul-Suppressing Bell in his hand, its faint light still lingering. He had used too much force; he should be more careful next time.

But he was still not giving up, and he poked at the pile of bones a couple more times.

"Brother, brother, get up! You're scaring me. Tell me who's behind this. Tell your mastermind to send someone with flesh and blood, instead of an old man like you having to work."

After fiddling with it for a while, Lu Qingfeng recalled what he had learned. Since he didn't have the ability to summon souls, he had to give up. However, he still stored the bones in his inventory in the network, just in case they came in handy later.

As the moonlight faded, the crimson domain in the alley slowly dissipated. Although the domain was useful, keeping it running for a long time consumed a lot of energy. We had already used up a lot of the energy stored from the last buffet, so we couldn't waste it any more.

Within the boundary, the city he was currently in was also very strange. He had just scanned it with his senses, and at least for now, there was not a trace of living people.

Then it became clear what to do. He looked at the faint gray mist in his hand, which was a clue from the unknown instance.

According to the Nine Netherworld Fate Seal, there are two clues that have not been unlocked. I already have one, so I just need to take the remaining one.

Moreover, based on Lu Qingfeng's preconceived notions about the unknown will mentioned in the network's hints, the limit wouldn't be opened for nothing. The Wandering Dungeon might already be waiting for him, just waiting for him to gather all the clues before kicking him straight in.

While she was still thinking about it, the wisp of gray energy in her hand started to move, trying to break free from Lu Qingfeng's restraints and go somewhere.