I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 547: Chapter 362: The Entire Ghost Town! (Part 2)

This eerie feeling was even detected by the accompanying Chief Constable.

Every steel knife in the hands of each government official trembled slightly.

Even though Wei Yuanlang tried to maintain his composure, he couldn’t stop the cold sweat seeping from his back.

As a powerful Martial Arts Grandmaster, his martial intuition was frantically warning him.

The dead silence ahead in Qianfu Town seemed like a giant mouth ready to devour anyone.

Even under the blazing midday sun, he could feel the piercing cold.

It wasn’t the usual chill, but some... sinister presence lurking in the shadows.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"

Wei Yuanlang decided swiftly, ordering everyone to withdraw three miles away.

This decision ultimately saved many lives.

In the days following, not a single martial artist who rashly entered Qianfu Town survived the night.

Most terrifying was that the corpses of these people turned to decayed ashes.

On the official road, an imposing procession was slowly advancing.

At the front, three hundred armored riders cleared the way, their horses’ hooves thundered in a neat rhythm upon the cobblestones.

Trailing behind were several thousand government soldiers, spears like a forest, flags blocking out the sky.

And at the very center of the procession, a gilded carriage pulled by eight purebred white horses glimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

"Brother! Look over there!"

In the dense forest on the mountainside beside the road, over a hundred mountain bandits with knives were lurking in the shadows.

The scar-faced leader squinted greedily at the procession below: "What an impressive display... the one in that carriage must be a prime target!"

"But this parade..."

Despite his greed, the scar-faced leader had no intention of making a move.

With so many in their ranks, even if each one spat, they’d drown our meager force!

These mountain bandits led by the scar-faced man roamed the deep forests at the borders of Jinming State’s various regions for years.

Shoot and relocate.

"These people are terrifying!"

The bandits hid deeper within the forest, each one watching the imposing procession with fear.

Those riders wore Fine Steel Chain Armor, their standardized sabers at their waists glinted coldly in the sunlight.

The thousands of government soldiers were well-equipped, their spears forming a forest, bows strung, appearing like an army seasoned in battle.

"Damn..."

The scar-faced leader wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice trembling constantly, "Just those three hundred riders in front are enough to take our lives.

Even more frightening were the powerful warriors within the procession.

Any of the leading officers emitted an aura that inspired fear in these bandits.

Especially those armored guards riding tall horses, their eyes sharp as knives, all clearly hardened by the battlefield.

"Boss, this formation..."

The one-eyed minion gulped, "Probably enough to siege a state’s capital?"

The scar-faced leader didn’t respond, merely keeping his gaze fixed on the golden carriage.

As the carriage curtain seemingly shifted, he glimpsed eyes as deep as an abyss.

The scar-faced leader shuddered, his trousers embarrassingly soaked...

"Boss, something’s off..." A one-eyed minion suddenly whispered.

"That carriage... seems to be drawn by eight horses..."

Hearing this, the scar-faced leader paused, then his expression changed rapidly.

"Retreat! Quickly retreat!"

The scar-faced leader’s voice altered in pitch, scrambling to escape deeper into the forest, "That... that’s the Crown Prince’s procession!"

The other bandits, seeing this, scattered like frightened animals.

Moments ago, these predators eyed the procession like prey, now they wished to grow extra legs, fearing the swirling force below would discover their presence.

An hour later, the grand procession slowly halted.

Wei Yuanlang hurriedly dismounted, running anxiously to the gilded carriage, cautiously bowing low to report, "Your Highness, we’ve reached Qianfu Town."

His voice unintentionally trembled, yet his gaze couldn’t resist looking toward the towering town gate five hundred meters away.

Two towering two-meter stone lions glared fiercely, seemingly warning newcomers to halt.

On a tall stone monument at the center, the three blood-red words "Qianfu Town" were vivid as blood.

Under the scorching sunlight, it shimmered with an eerie luster.

Looking through the gate of Qianfu Town, inside were rows upon rows of buildings.

Courtyards with blue bricks and black tiles, teahouses with upturned eaves, shops with faded signs...

If it weren’t deserted, it should be a bustling town.

However, it was frighteningly silent, not even the bark of a dog was heard, only the wailing of the wind passing through the empty streets.

Wei Yuanlang’s back was already soaked through.

He clearly remembered, the last time he came, there were no blood-red patterns on that stone tablet...

And now, those eerie symbols seemed to be alive, slowly writhing on the surface of the stone tablet...

Huh...

Suddenly, a bone-chilling wind swept in from Qianfu Town five hundred meters away, causing the feathers on Wei Yuanlang’s official hat to flutter wildly.

He instinctively raised his hand to hold down the brim of his hat, only to see the soldiers behind him looking deathly pale.

Some even had trembling legs, almost kneeling to the ground.

"Lord... Governor..."

A young soldier’s teeth chattered, and the spear in his hand clattered as it fell to the ground, "Look, those... those windows..."

Following his gaze, Wei Yuanlang felt a chill run down his spine—countless twisted human shadows were clearly reflected on the paper windows of the street-side shops.

Those shadows either sat or stood, some seemed to be drinking and making merry, others appeared to be haggling, a lively scene of ordinary city life.

Yet strangely... the entire street was empty!

Whoosh!!!!

The lanterns in front of the teahouse suddenly lit up, casting an eerie green glow along the entire street.

Even more terrifying was the hundred-year-old locust tree in the center of the town, the copper bells hanging on its withered branches swung without wind, emitting a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

At first, the sound was pleasant, but upon closer listening, it seemed to be... like countless people whispering!

Wei Yuanlang turned his head with difficulty to look at the carriage, through the gap in the swaying curtain.

Seeing Lu Xuan still calm, even with a faint, elusive smile at the corners of his mouth...

Very well!

It’s those ghostly things again!

Moreover, the ghostly things here were obviously much stronger than those in Mo Gui Lane.

Lu Xuan wasn’t afraid of these strong ghostly things, he was just afraid they wouldn’t appear.

Lu Xuan slowly stepped down from the gilded carriage, standing with hands behind his back, his deep eyes quietly gazing ahead at Qianfu Town.

The three guards of the Wei from Emperor Wenjing, surrounding him silently like ghosts.

They stood in a staggered formation, guarding Lu Xuan in the center, evidently ready to accompany him.

Lu Xuan glanced sideways at these three human-shaped weapons, though they appeared to protect, they were more like... monitoring.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince! Absolutely not!"

Wei Yuanlang almost stumbled forward, knelt with a heavy thud against the bluestone pavement, making a dull "thud" sound.

His voice trembled, almost breaking, "This Qianfu Town is extremely strange, if anything happens to you... I... I..."

At this point, Wei Yuanlang, the governor of a state, was already pale.

Images of horror flashed through his mind—if the Crown Prince were harmed even a little.

Not to mention his own life would be forfeit, the entire Wei clan might be erased from history by the palace.

The mere thought of it nearly made him faint.

"I am willing to enter the town in place of His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Wei Yuanlang suddenly raised his head, a resolute light in his eyes, "Even if it’s a mountain of swords and a sea of flames, I..."

Lu Xuan naturally understood his thoughts.

Wei Yuanlang would rather go alone to this ghost town to die than let the Crown Prince risk himself.

After all, for this governor, dying heroically could still win him a reputation for loyalty.

But if anything happened to the Crown Prince, what awaited him was a disaster a thousand times worse than death.

"I know what I’m doing, stand down!"

This cold shout was so loud it hurt Wei Yuanlang’s eardrums.

When he came back to his senses, all that was left in place was a slowly fading afterimage.

Lu Xuan’s figure had already appeared in front of the gate of Qianfu Town five hundred meters away!

Lu Yi and the others were briefly stunned, then quickly transformed into three shadows, appearing by Lu Xuan’s side.

Their iron armor was menacing, following him like a shadow.

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