The cold wind was like a roaring beast, carrying snow particles as fine as needles, and fiercely smashed at Lin Feng. Every snowflake that hit his face was like a steel needle piercing him, causing him to frown slightly in pain. He subconsciously wrapped his worn but specially treated black robe tightly, deliberately making his movements appear timid, like an ordinary down-and-out Taoist priest. The Jin soldiers had fierce faces, and unceremoniously pressed the tips of their spears against his back, pushing him forward roughly. The frozen soil under Lin Feng's feet made a tooth-grinding "crackling" sound under the crushing of his boots. The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent and depressing atmosphere, as if the land also sensed the dark secret that was about to be revealed and was groaning in pain.
This Jin army camp, located thirty miles outside of Bianjing, was like a demon cave from the edge of hell. All around the camp, military flags fluttered in the strong wind, and the ferocious beast patterns painted on the flags, under the weak light of the blood moon, seemed to be alive and waving their claws. At the entrance of the camp, several deadly lanterns flickered with dim light, but they could not dispel the thick darkness around them, but instead made everything around them even more gloomy and terrifying. The air was filled with a sickening sweet smell, the smell was so strong that it seemed as if countless rotten and smelly organs were soaked in blood water with the smell of rust, and after a long period of fermentation, it went straight into people's noses, making Lin Feng almost retching.
"Tell me your name!" The centurion guarding the camp rushed over like a vicious dog, grabbing Lin Feng's collar with his sturdy hands. The bloodshot eyes under the iron mask showed the alertness and ferocity of a wild beast. Lin Feng's heart tightened, but he remained humble on the surface. He quickly glanced at the other party's waist without making a sound. There was a half fox-shaped jade pendant hanging there. The jade pendant was warm in texture, but it exuded a strange luster. It was the key clue he had collected from the clues after going through twists and turns in the city of Bianjing. "Little Taoist Lin Qingyun, I have heard for a long time that your army is recruiting talented people. I have great ambitions and come here to offer my exorcism skills to serve your army." Lin Feng deliberately lowered his voice, which was low and steady, trying his best to make himself sound like a Taoist who was devoted to seeking the truth and eager to find shelter. As he spoke, a talisman of invisibility quietly slipped out from his palm. Taking advantage of the moment when the centurion pushed him, he quickly attached the talisman to the inside of the opponent's armor like a magic trick. As soon as the talisman was attached, it disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.
From deep in the camp, there were strange chants. The voice was low and hoarse, like the whispers of evil spirits from the Netherworld, and it entered Lin Feng's ears with a creepy magic. He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw an altar made of piles of skulls standing in the center of the camp. The bone tower was three feet high, and dark red cloth strips were wrapped around each finger bone. The cloth strips fluttered gently in the howling cold wind, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in the wind. In the empty eye sockets of the skull on the top of the tower, dark green flames jumped and flickered, like the eyes of a demon, staring at everyone who stepped into the camp, as if to see through their souls. Below the altar, a huge pool of blood was boiling violently, bubbling, and thick blood plasma kept splashing, falling on the bronze tripods around it, and quickly condensed into a strange and twisted spell, exuding a palpitating evil breath. Three Jin generals dressed in luxurious clothes were kneeling devoutly in front of the altar, their arms were pierced by thick iron chains, and blood flowed slowly into the blood pool along the grooves of the iron chains. The three men's faces were as pale as paper, without any blood color, but their lips kept opening and closing, mumbling to themselves, and they had fallen into some kind of crazy and evil ritual, unable to extricate themselves.
"These mortals are so stupid." A cold female voice sounded in Lin Feng's ears without any warning. The voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with a hint of chill. Lin Feng's whole body tensed up instantly, and his muscles contracted subconsciously, like a cheetah ready to go, looking around vigilantly. In the blood mist, a red shadow floated in like a ghost. Lin Wanqiu stood barefoot at the edge of the blood pool quietly. Her red clothes fluttered in the wind, like a blazing fire, illuminating the surrounding darkness red. The dragon horn on her forehead emitted a faint blue light, which flickered and illuminated the entire altar, adding a bit of mystery and weirdness. Her eyes were as sharp as cold stars. She coldly swept across the altar and the crazy Jin generals in front of her. A mocking sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she whispered: "Using your own blood as a contract, conspiring with such an evil fox demon is simply digging your own grave and seeking your own death."
Before he finished speaking, the blood pool in the center of the altar suddenly made a dull noise, as if something broke through the confinement at the bottom of the pool. Then, a huge impact force set off a blood wave all over the sky, and the blood wave swept around like a surging tide. A giant fox with a snow-white body broke out of the water, and its nine tails danced wantonly in the air, drawing a gorgeous arc of light. Each tail tip burned with a dark blue flame, like nine burning galaxies, exuding a powerful and evil aura. The eyes of the fox demon leader were like two huge lanterns, and the flames of anger and unwillingness burned in the scarlet vertical pupils. He stared at Lin Wanqiu, as if he wanted to eat her alive with his eyes. "Lord Long Ling, are you here to ruin my plans?" The fox demon leader said, his voice sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping across a bronze mirror, making people's scalps numb. "The power of the Jin army's blood sacrifice is enough to help me break through this damn barrier and gain freedom. If you insist on intervening, don't regret it!"
Lin Feng took advantage of the chaos and quickly retreated into the shadows, his movements as agile as a cat walking at night. His fingertips quickly flipped, quickly forming complex hand seals, and muttering something. The invisible talisman he had planted on the centurion before began to take effect. The power of the talisman was like an invisible barrier, quietly hiding his breath. He cleverly blended into the surrounding Jin soldiers, his steps were slow and his expression was natural, not attracting the attention of others. At this time, his sharp eyes noticed that there was a parchment scroll on the stone table in the corner of the altar. The parchment scroll was slightly yellowed, and it was densely covered with strange spells. In the corner, a familiar symbol came into his eyes - it was his birth date. Lin Feng's heart was shocked, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, but years of experience in the martial arts world and crisis response made him calm down quickly. On the surface, he remained calm, as if he had not discovered anything, but continued to observe everything around him calmly.
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Lin Wanqiu heard this and snorted coldly. The dragon horn on her forehead shone brightly. She seemed to have instantly turned into an active volcano about to erupt, and her whole body exuded a strong and dangerous aura. She raised her hand and waved it. A dazzling green light shot out from her palm. The green light was like an indestructible sword, with the momentum of destroying the world, and shot straight at the altar. In an instant, the skull tower collapsed under the impact of the green light, and countless bones fell like raindrops, just like a rainstorm of death. The blood plasma in the blood pool was pulled by the force, roaring like boiling water, and rushed towards the fox demon leader. Seeing this, the fox demon leader let out a deafening roar, and his nine tails swung wildly. The blue flames collided violently with the green light emitted by Lin Wanqiu, and countless sparks exploded in the air. Sparks splashed everywhere, illuminating the entire camp as bright as day. The explosions and whistling sounds intertwined together, deafening, as if to shatter the world.
"Want to kill me? Humph, it's not that easy!" The fox demon leader suddenly turned into a thick white mist in the fire and smoke, and cleverly avoided Lin Wanqiu's fatal blow. The white mist quickly condensed in the air and turned into a human form. In his hand, he had a bone fan. The fan was engraved with strange runes, and it flickered under the reflection of the blood moon. The fox demon leader sneered, and his voice echoed in the night sky: "See you later, Lord Long Ling. We will slowly settle this account later." After that, it turned around and rushed towards the north of the camp. It was as fast as lightning and disappeared in the darkness in the blink of an eye, leaving only a string of strange laughter, which echoed in the sky above the camp for a long time, making people shudder. Lin Wanqiu looked at the direction where the fox demon left, and stood quietly in place, with a complex and incomprehensible look in his eyes. That look was both helpless about the fox demon's escape, and seemed to hide a deeper plan, which was hard to figure out.
Lin Feng took advantage of the chaos at the scene and the panic of the soldiers who were frightened by the scene before him, and quietly approached the stone table. He walked lightly and carefully, like a fox sneaking into a chicken coop. When he came to the stone table, he quickly stuffed the sheepskin roll into his arms, and his movements were done in one go without any drag. However, just as he turned to leave, a sharp-eyed general noticed his unusual behavior and shouted loudly: "There is a spy! Quick, catch him!" This shout instantly broke the chaos and noise in the camp. The Jin soldiers woke up as if from a dream, raised their torches, and shouted to gather around Lin Feng. The light of the torches illuminated the surroundings, reflecting the fierce faces of the Jin soldiers.
Lin Feng cursed inwardly, turned around and ran away. As he ran, he took out the talisman from his arms, muttered something, and threw it behind him. As soon as the talisman landed on the ground, it exploded instantly, and a thick smoke rose up. The smoke was filled, completely blocking the sight of the pursuers. With his agility and wit, he hid in the intricate tents and passages of the camp. Sometimes he climbed over the wall, sometimes he got into a narrow gap, and each time he cleverly avoided the capture of the pursuers.
After finally getting rid of the pursuers, Lin Feng hid behind a tent, panting. Just when he wanted to take a breath, he suddenly found that Lin Wanqiu was standing quietly under the moonlight. Her red dress fluttered in the wind, like a burning flag, exuding a fascinating charm. The moonlight sprinkled on her, outlining her graceful figure, but also making her face look even colder. Her eyes were as calm as water, and she looked at Lin Feng quietly, as if her eyes could see through his soul and understand every thought in his heart. "You shouldn't come here." Lin Wanqiu spoke first, her voice was cold, but with a hint of imperceptible concern.
Lin Feng pretended to be calm and smiled, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. He said, "I just came here to join in the fun and see what secrets are hidden in the Golden Camp. But girl, why did you let the fox demon go so easily? It is a dangerous threat."
Lin Wanqiu's eyes fell on the bulge in his arms, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly: "Some causes and effects are complicated. You can't interfere with them, nor can you understand them." She paused, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, as if she was thinking about whether to tell Lin Feng the truth, "The parchment scroll says that your life is connected with mine. If I die, you can't live; vice versa. This is the shackles of fate, and it is also a fetter that you and I cannot escape."
Lin Feng's heart was shocked, like a thunderclap in his ears. He never thought that he and Lin Wanqiu had such a close and mysterious connection. Before he could respond, the shouts of the Jin soldiers came again from afar, and the sound was getting closer and closer. It was obvious that there were more pursuers. Lin Wanqiu looked at him deeply, with a complex emotion in her eyes, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the night, leaving Lin Feng standing alone, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
Lin Feng tightly grasped the parchment scroll in his arms, knowing that he had accidentally discovered a shocking secret that could change the entire situation. At this moment, he was unconscious in Bianjing City, and the fox demon who would appear again and make a comeback at any time indicated that a more terrible storm was coming. This storm might sweep across the world and involve the fate of countless people.
The cold wind was still howling in the camp, making a shrill sound, as if wailing for the impending disaster. The Jin camp was in a mess, with collapsed tents, broken weapons, and soldiers running around in panic, as if they had just experienced a tragic catastrophe.
