I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 541: Chapter 359: Points Soaring!

A series of terrifying wails echoed like funeral bells from the Nine Nether Hell.

They resonated throughout the entire Mo Gui Lane.

At times, the sound was like ten thousand ghosts weeping, other times like the sharp wails of vengeful spirits, mixed with some kind of creepy gnawing sound.

It seemed as if countless unspeakable things were struggling in the dark, wanting to escape but unable to break free.

At the alley entrance, a group of burly men and carriage guards were already pale with terror.

The branches and leaves of the ancient hundred-year-old locust tree trembled violently amidst the sound waves, its falling leaves turned to dust by an invisible force before touching the ground.

The gaps between the tree trunk and the wall had long been tightly sealed by crimson energy, as red as blood.

Not even a fly could hope to escape from Mo Gui Lane.

"Boss... this is..." a black-clad burly man’s voice trembled, and he unconsciously stepped back half a pace.

They had been ordered to lay in ambush here for over a month, never having heard such terrifying noises from the alley before.

The burly man’s Adam’s apple rolled continuously, cold sweat as large as beans kept seeping from his forehead.

He knew better than anyone what was really hidden in this seemingly ordinary alley.

It was something even their influential master feared to a degree.

Just last week, twelve skilled men were lost just clearing the rotting corpses spilling out from the alley entrance...

At this moment, behind the thick trunk of the ancient locust tree, faint alternating flashes of golden and red light could be seen.

With each surge of the golden-red light, those ghostly wails became even more piercing.

A burly man suddenly let out a muffled grunt, clutching his ears and falling to his knees, with traces of fresh blood seeping from between his fingers.

"Everyone back up... retreat another thirty steps!"

The burly man shouted hoarsely as he saw this.

On the empty street, the burly man paced back and forth anxiously.

The heavy soles of his boots crunched the gravel beneath him.

From time to time, he looked up towards the depths of the alley, then turned to glance towards the end of the street.

Finally, the veins popping from the burly man’s forehead writhed like earthworms.

"Damn it! Are those useless guys dead on the way?"

He suddenly punched the dirt wall beside him, shaking loose the wall’s crust.

At this time, the burly man’s voice carried an unnoticeable tremor, "It’s been three incense sticks’ time already and not even a ghost’s shadow has been seen!"

The underlings behind him were silent as cicadas in winter, none daring to respond.

The burly man could feel his back drenched in cold sweat, sticking clammy against his skin.

He wiped his face harshly, rough palms full of icy sweat.

"It’s over... all over..." he wailed in his heart.

He had witnessed their master’s methods.

The last time a brother failed a task, he was thrown directly into the Ten Thousand Snakes Cave.

If the master knew they let the Crown Prince into Mo Gui Lane...

At the thought, the burly man couldn’t help but shiver all over.

He stared at that luxurious carriage, the gilded hubs stinging his eyes under sunlight.

If it were an ordinary person brazenly barging in, he would have taken his men to chop them into minced meat long ago.

But that was the Crown Prince, heir of the Wenjing Dynasty!

If he had such a thought, punishing his entire family would be a light sentence, it might even implicate his entire sect...

"Boss... should we..."

One bold subordinate just leaned in and got slapped to the ground by the burly man.

"Shut up!"

He roared, his voice tinged with sobs, "Stay here and guard honestly!"

"Even if King Yama himself comes today, we have to wait for the master to make the decision!"

Running wasn’t an option; most of those in this world have something held over them.

Time passed quickly, dusk settled, the last remnants of sunlight on the horizon casting a yellow glow over the long street.

From afar came the rhythmic sound of horse hooves, like thunder, approaching from a distance!

At the end of the street, a carriage pulled by four snow-white horses slowly came into view, with a golden four-clawed python motif embroidered on the curtain.

This was the emblem of the current Prince.

Around the carriage clustered three hundred white-armored guards, their scale armor forged from fine iron gleaming with intertwined hues of gold and white in the dim twilight.

Their steps were uniform, the sabers at their waists swaying slightly as they walked.

The moonstones embedded in their sheaths refracted a cold, eerie gleam.

"It’s the master... the master is here!"

One of the underlings suddenly cried out, his voice a mix of fear and hope.

The burly man trembled all over, spinning around.

Upon seeing the four-clawed python motif on the carriage curtain, his knees went weak, and he knelt heavily on the ground, his forehead thudding against the bluestone slab.

Following suit, dozens of robust men behind him also knelt in unison, black-haired heads bobbing up and down on the street.

"Subordinate respectfully welcomes Your Highness!"

The burly man’s voice trembled fiercely.

He pressed his forehead tightly to the ground, catching out of the corner of his eye the cold face of the guard commander beside the carriage.

That gaze was unmistakably that of looking at a group of the doomed.

Upon seeing this, the corner of the burly man’s eye twitched, his jaws clenching with a grinding sound.

This bastard maintained such a superior demeanor, eyeing them like livestock ready for the slaughter.

An unnamed anger surged in his chest.

Pah! What a bastard! Lily-white face!

The burly man cursed incessantly in his heart, his ten rough fingers unconsciously digging into the grooves of the bluestone slab.

This "Hua" fellow merely got lucky, winning the prince’s favor with that pretty face.

Everyone is a Martial Arts Grandmaster’s martial artist!

In real combat skills, his thirty years trained in Golden Bell Shield wouldn’t fear that embroidered silk pillow!

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