Chapter 145

Zhou Ze didn't choose to rashly enter the area encompassed by the banner, because he wasn't sure if the banner would have a special effect on him as well.

However, it wasn't as if there was absolutely no way to deal with it without going in.

At this moment, Boss Zhou was waving his fingernails outside the circle, intimidating the wandering souls attracted from outside, preventing them from entering the banner's range.

These three sets of armor were awakened and acted upon by the baleful aura provided by the entrance of these wandering souls. Cutting off their entry was like removing the firewood from under the cauldron.

The Japanese girl stood beside Zhou Ze, her eyes red, her body twisting in various places, emitting her own aura to help Zhou Ze intimidate these wandering souls.

In fact, most of the wandering souls here could only be called "wandering souls," not even "ghosts," because they were supposed to go to hell, but after death, they were "detained" by the special magnetic field environment of General Mountain and gathered here.

The Japanese girl was a genuine ghost, with a deep obsession for revenge, which allowed her to maintain her own clarity in this environment.

She didn't have any other thoughts because the layout inside was by the Japanese. For her, her good life was ruined by her own "compatriots," and all she wanted now was revenge!

Zhou Ze also thought he was being quite foolish, like an adult holding a knife and scaring a bunch of kindergarten children to not move. It was a very distasteful thing, but it was the only thing Zhou Ze could do at the moment.

Zhou Ze didn't dare to take risks. If he rushed in and was affected by the strange banner, things would really be troublesome.

He had to know that he was different from these wandering souls. If they were like individual batteries, then he was a nuclear power plant.

Zhou Ze also tried to open the Gates of Hell to take away these wandering souls, but he guessed it was because they were in the mirror world that the Gates of Hell couldn't be opened. However, Zhou Ze could at least be clear about one thing: the outside world must be a mess right now, and he didn't know if Bai Yingying and the little loli could hold on.

In fact, if it hadn't been for Zhou Ze's timely intervention, which caused one of the awakened armors to lose its continuous source of baleful aura, the situation outside might have already deteriorated extremely.

And the roller coaster changes in the samurai's power earlier were precisely because of this reason.

While Zhou Ze was paying attention to the wandering souls in front of him, who were only instinctively trying to walk here, he was also paying attention to the situation behind him. He found that the floating black armor was already broken into pieces, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. He estimated that the situation outside shouldn't be completely out of control, right?

However, at this moment, the three men who had been wearing Japanese military uniforms, singing and dancing around the flagpole to help attract wandering souls, all charged towards Zhou Ze with their swords in hand, shouting something.

Zhou Ze didn't care about the swords in their hands. When the first person rushed over, he directly grabbed the hilt of the sword with his fingernails, and then lifted it. The other person, due to the inertia of the charge, actively fell towards Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze directly grabbed the other person's neck, and his five fingernails ruthlessly pierced into the other person's neck!

"You're so crazy to be a Japanese devil, huh?" Zhou Ze said in a deep voice.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

The man let out a miserable scream. At this moment, he seemed to have gained a moment of clarity because of it.

Basic "survival" instincts were at play. At this time, he actually looked at Zhou Ze and begged:

"I'm not Japanese, I'm Chinese, I'm Chinese..."

Zhou Ze didn't have the slightest bit of politeness and directly snapped his neck. At the same time, the black mist on his fingernails turned into the sharpest "blades," instantly shattering his wandering soul!

There was no need to show any mercy to such scum. To be scattered to the winds, never to be reincarnated, was their proper fate.

However, perhaps it was because Zhou Ze simply and crudely killed one of their companions that the other two felt extremely terrified. They didn't dare to continue forward, didn't dare to leave the area defined by the banner, and instead directly walked towards the two sets of armor that hadn't yet awakened and began to put on the armor.

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The old Taoist held a katana.

His legs were slightly splayed, turned outwards.

Originally, his appearance was actually quite good, with an air of immortality. But now, he exuded a kind of simplicity and austerity.

A man,

A sword,

Five hundred years ago, when wokou (Japanese pirates) ravaged Tongcheng, the defending soldiers scattered, and the garrison soldiers were useless. He had gone against the tide many times, actively facing the areas where wokou were wreaking havoc.

At the age of forty-four, already old (ancient people aged quickly and didn't live long), after hearing the warning, he still didn't hesitate to get on his horse, take his sword, and actively rush over. The local history of Tongcheng has detailed records of that battle. He killed his way in and out three times, leading the local villagers of Tongcheng to repel the wokou. He himself died in battle during the pursuit.

There are many statues of Cao Ding in Tongcheng. If you observe carefully, you can find that Cao Ding's left hand is missing two fingers.

The reason was that when he heard that the wokou were coming, Cao Ding began to sharpen his knife and personally used his fingers to test the sharpness of the blade. As a result, two of his fingers were directly cut off. Cao Ding laughed loudly, took his sword, and rode his horse to kill the wokou.

At that time, Cao Ding had already left the army. His identity at that time was just the owner of a noodle restaurant in Tongcheng.

The old Taoist had never felt so good!

First-person perspective!

First-hand experience!

First-hand observer!

Although his body wasn't controlled by himself and was obviously controlled by an external will, the old Taoist felt very satisfied.

The only regret might be that no one had the time to take a video of himself to commemorate it.

It wasn't easy to find an opportunity to show off!

Cao Ding didn't talk much, which made the old Taoist very dissatisfied. Say a few more words! Give me more spotlights! If it wasn't enough to instantly cause sand to fly, rocks to shatter, and a blood moon to break through the clouds, at least help him make this show more perfect, right?

Of course, these were just the old Taoist's own complaints in his heart.

In fact, before Cao Ding died in battle that year, he only bandaged his finger wounds and shouted:

"Kill wokou."

Until he died in battle, he said nothing else, but he used his whole life, and even promised his next five hundred years, to always practice these two words.

The old Taoist walked over directly. The samurai began to retreat, but in the next moment, the old Taoist began to speed up. God knows how the old Taoist could run so fast.

The samurai had no choice but to meet him head-on. His aura had weakened a lot, because he knew that he was facing not just this old Taoist, but an existence that had given him five hundred years of fear.

One sword,

Only one sword,

Without any fancy moves,

Without the slightest bit of dragging,

Everything seemed so easy, revealing a relaxed and carefree feeling that was surprising and even a little unsatisfying.

The samurai's helmet was pierced and directly shattered. The armor that had long been on the verge of breaking also shattered.

This sword was just the last bit of force pushing the samurai off the cliff. Bai Yingying, Xu Qinglang, and the little loli had already exhausted this samurai to the point where he was just a spent force.

But,

This wasn't over yet.

The armor that had been quietly placed in the rotten box was now slowly filling up, as if someone had put it on.

The old Taoist continued to walk towards it, still walking very fast.

There are wokou,

Just kill them,

No need to say more.

The two newly appeared samurai seemed to be not fully adapted to the situation, but they instinctively sensed the danger. One samurai immediately raised his katana and slashed at the old Taoist.

"Clang!"

The swords collided with each other.

The old Taoist's knees weakened, and he directly knelt on one knee on the ground.

The old Taoist felt ashamed. He knew that his old bones and legs weren't strong enough for the heroic soul to display its power, and that he was holding back.

But at the moment of kneeling, the katana in the old Taoist's hand was lifted from the bottom up in an extremely smooth manner!

"Puff..."

The sword energy deeply pierced into the armor, leaving an extremely deep mark there.

The old Taoist slapped the ground with one hand, quickly got up, and then bent his arm, thrusting the blade from back to front. At the same time, his shoulder and thigh violently bumped into the samurai's body one after another, forcing the samurai to be unable to maintain his balance for a moment.

"Scratch..."

A harsh rubbing sound came.

The katana in the old Taoist's hand was already placed on the samurai's neck. Of course, the samurai didn't have a neck, but the blade of the katana was against the bottom of his helmet.

Easily,

He had the situation under control!

However, at this moment, a face appeared under the helmet, a distorted and panicked face. At the same time, this face shouted:

"I'm Chinese, I'm Chinese, I'm not Japanese, I'm not wokou, not wokou, I'm Chinese! Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I'm Chinese!!!"

The old Taoist felt anxious!

It was a pity that the old Taoist didn't have the power to control his body, at least not now.

Generally speaking, in the old Taoist's view, this kind of heroic figure often had a high degree of spiritual cleanliness. He was really worried that Cao Ding would hesitate or let the other person go because the other person had a Chinese soul in his body, based on the idea of not killing his own compatriots.

In fact, the old Taoist had already sensed that the consciousness controlling his body was becoming weaker and weaker, and might have to leave in the next moment!

At this time, he couldn't hesitate, and even more so, he couldn't be soft-hearted!

Bro,

Buddy,

Old senior,

Don't talk about principles, don't talk about principles, kill him, kill him!

Fortunately,

The old Taoist's worries were superfluous, really, very, very superfluous.

At the moment when the other person revealed his Chinese identity and just begged,

The blade went in directly,

Directly shattering the helmet of the armor.

Extremely refreshing,

Extremely simple and crude,

That person's pleas and cries were really of no use at all.

It was so fast that the old Taoist felt a little unaccustomed to it.

Cao Ding glanced at the shattered armor at his feet, which had turned into a puddle,

And said in a deep voice:

"Most of the wokou back then were also Chinese."

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ps: According to the " Jiajing Records": "In the coastal defense of Jiangnan, wokou accounted for thirteen, while Chinese traitors accounted for seventeen."