activa-t Chapter 29 Rampaging Through the Ghost Market, I Am a Madman
Chapter 29 Rampaging Through the Ghost Market, I Am a Madman
Zhou Xing led the river demon to wreak havoc in the ghost market.
Some roommates are quick-witted; they sense something is wrong, grab the treasure, and run.
Some homeowners were aggressive and resisted with angry words, but Zhou Xing cleanly and decisively killed them.
Some knelt down and begged for mercy, but were still killed with a single blow.
Zhou Xing asked only one question: "Where is Tao Zhugong?"
The answer was either "I don't know" or a vague, evasive answer.
He wouldn't listen to the second sentence.
After killing someone, he would always loot the place, taking a few silver dollars, a small stack of banknotes, and a jade pendant of decent quality.
It was just a casual thing.
With the help of the River Demon brothers, these are all spoils of war.
In the sixth room, Zhou Xing, carrying a small cloth bag, kicked the door open and went inside.
The room was slightly more spacious, but the smell of blood was overwhelming.
The owner had already run away, leaving only a bald man, who was holding a boning knife and cutting something from a still convulsing corpse.
Two strong men with blank stares stood beside him.
He looks simple-minded.
Upon seeing Zhou Xing burst in, the burly man's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he grabbed a ghost-head knife and began to slash.
Zhou Xing dodged to the side, and his short knife slashed upwards, cutting open the burly man's wrist.
As the knife fell, Zhou Xing stepped forward and delivered a powerful elbow strike to Zhou Xing's Adam's apple.
The burly man collapsed to the ground with a groan.
Two strong men pounced on him, and Zhou Xing used both fists and feet to finish the fight quickly.
He pulled out a few gold rings from the man's pocket and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a muffled "whooshing" sound coming from the corner.
A burlap sack was wriggling on the ground.
He walked over, and with a swift motion of his dagger, cut open the sack.
Inside was a young man in his early twenties, tightly bound, with a rag stuffed in his mouth. His clothes, though made of fine material, were now covered in filth.
When he saw Zhou Xing, he was startled at first, then struggled desperately, his eyes filled with urgency.
Zhou Xing ripped the gag out of his mouth.
The young man immediately shouted:
"Help me! Hero, help me! I'm from General Zhang's household! I'm his nephew! Save me, and I'll reward you handsomely!"
Marshal Zhang? A warlord's nephew?
Zhou Xing's eyes flickered slightly.
Without saying much, he cut the rope with his dagger.
"Find a place to hide. If I come back, you might survive. If I don't, good luck to you."
After saying that, without waiting for the young man to speak again, he turned and rushed out of the room.
Outside the door, the tentacles of the river demon were tearing apart the eaves of the neighboring house.
The young man scrambled to the bottom of the shrine, trembling with fear.
Zhou Xing continued the "cleaning up".
Like the passing of death, it stormed into the rooms draped with red curtains.
Interrogation, murder, looting.
His movements became more and more practiced, and his eyes grew colder and colder.
The red-light district is in complete chaos.
The river demon's tentacles raged wildly through the alley, smashing down several doors.
Many of the guests, some hiding in long gowns, some in black robes, and some wearing masks, fled in panic from the house, scattering and running away, crying and cursing.
Some even took advantage of the chaos and committed acts of sabotage everywhere.
The ghost market guards and a few skilled sorcerers were putting up a fierce fight, with flaming spells, flashing blades, and gunshots erupting as they battled the tentacles.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhou Xing broke into another room.
The room is elegantly furnished, resembling a study.
The owner, a middle-aged man dressed like a pale-faced scholar, was frantically packing his valuables, preparing to flee.
Seeing Zhou Xing enter with a knife, he knelt down with a thud and repeatedly said:
"Don't kill me! My goodness, what do you want? I'll give you anything!"
Zhou Xing asked, "Where is Tao Zhugong?" and was about to stab him with a knife.
"Tao Zhugong? I know Tao Zhugong! I saw Tao Zhugong! He ran towards the white-light district!"
Turn right at the next intersection, there's a small door at the end; go out through it and you'll be at the bus stop!
He spoke very quickly, pointed in one direction, and looked pleading.
Zhou Xing stopped, having gotten so used to poking that he almost forgot about the important matter.
He nodded and asked a few more simple questions.
The scholar answered fluently, breathed a sigh of relief, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to collapse.
But then a flash of white light appeared.
The dagger pierced through his jaw and went straight to the back of his head.
The scholar stared wide-eyed, uttered no sound, and fell backward.
A red wooden plaque fell from his arms and landed right on his face. It read: "Steal three years of Yang luck from the youngest son."
Zhou Xing glanced at it, then turned and rushed out of the room.
Following the direction the scholar pointed out, they ran swiftly through the chaotic alleyways.
Avoiding several battles along the way, the outline of a relatively open "platform" can be vaguely seen ahead, which is the junction of the red-light district and the white-light district.
Zhou Xing caught a glimpse of a fat figure staggering along the other side of the platform, about to climb the train stairs in the white-light zone.
Tao Zhugong!
Zhou Xing was about to give chase when he saw that the car door had already closed.
Too late.
His mind raced; one person wasn't enough, he needed an accomplice, and it had been a while since he'd been whipped by tentacles.
He looked around and spotted a pile of ruins not far away.
The largest one, "Liang Mancang River Demon," was currently being besieged by a dozen black-robed guards and four or five sorcerers.
Liang Mancang had sustained new injuries, and his movements were noticeably sluggish, lacking the fierce agility he once possessed, imbued with the discipline of martial arts.
Driven by sheer instinct and immense strength, it frantically swung its tentacles, yet it was overwhelmed and faced constant danger.
There were already more than a dozen corpses lying around, but the remaining attackers were gradually getting along better.
Various talismanic fires, filthy blood, and specially crafted swords were poured onto its wounds, seemingly about to trap and kill it completely.
Zhou Xing's mind raced.
He abruptly changed direction and charged towards the battle group, moving swiftly through the streets.
Approaching the ruins, he took out the armband from his pocket.
"Liang Mancang!"
Zhou Xing roared and, with all his might, hurled the arm ring at the still-unhealed hole he had dug in the river demon's torso!
The armband drew a dark arc in the air.
A thinner tentacle coiled in mid-air, caught it precisely, and then "pressed" it back into the empty wound.
It's as if the key has been put back in its place.
"roar!!!"
The massive body of the River Demon "Liang Mancang" shuddered violently, letting out a deafening roar!
Aquatic plants grew wildly all over its body, fleshy buds writhed at the wound, and the tentacles suddenly grew larger. The arm ring was firmly embedded in the flesh, emitting a faint, dark light.
The martial arts are back.
Its strength and speed increased dramatically, its tentacles swung, and more than a dozen "whips" swept outwards!
"not good!"
"Retreat now!"
The attackers' expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated to block.
But it was too late.
"Bang! Bang! Crack!"
The tentacles moved with devastating force, instantly tearing the three guards nearby in two and draining a sorcerer dry.
The battle group immediately collapsed, with men and horses falling to the ground.
Zhou Xing raised his hand and fired a shot with a "bang".
The bullet struck the river demon's body, which was covered with aquatic plants, causing no pain or itch, but successfully attracting its attention.
"Liang Mancang! I've come to kill you!"
Zhou Xing shouted again, swung the Gong family dagger in the air, and then turned and ran.
This time, however, his target was a place near another platform, a spot he had noticed while crossing the train tracks.
Listening closely, the faint "buzzing" sound coming from there was a discrepancy that seemed out of place in the scene.
The river demon did indeed remember him.
Having abandoned the remaining attackers, it roared and chased after Zhou Xing at an even faster pace.
Zhou Xing rushed to that spot, stood still, and turned to face the pursuing river demon.
A gigantic tentacle, accompanied by a foul stench, crashed down upon them!
Zhou Xing twisted his body to dodge, the tentacle grazed past him, and crashed to the ground, shattering the bricks and stones.
Flying pebbles hit his cheek.
He kept maneuvering, occasionally using his knife to leave shallow marks on the tentacles, provoking them to attack the area frantically.
But with too many tentacles and too wide an area, the tentacles that had regained the arm rings lashed out in a crisscrossing motion, like a dozen skilled whip-wielders attacking from all sides.
Zhou Xing listened to the sound and pinpointed the location, his footsteps darting around, but he was still occasionally hit on the edge, his blood surging and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The tentacles slammed down repeatedly, cracking the ground and causing the walls to tremble violently.
Finally, under a powerful, all-out blow...
"Bang!!!"
A dull, loud thud, as if some internal structure had broken.
In front of the platform, the air, which had been empty, suddenly rippled like water.
Immediately afterwards, a phantom image of a rusty iron gate appeared and then quickly solidified!
Traces of some painted designs remain on the iron gate, vaguely resembling train carriages.
Zhou Xing flashed by again.
Liang Mancang slammed one of his tentacles against the iron gate.
"clang!!!"
The deafening clang of metal clashing together was deafening.
The iron gate shook violently, and the gate body dented slightly inward.
"Clang clang clang!"
Several tentacles struck the iron gate repeatedly, leaving it deeply dented, and the hinges groaned under the strain.
Seeing this, Zhou Xing dodged the tentacles and exhaled.
With a firm stance, power rises from the ground, gathering all the strength in the body and channeling it into the right leg, delivering a fierce side kick, the heel slamming into the deformed part of the iron gate!
"Bang!!"
The loud noise was deep and solid, a genuine sound of metal twisting.
The heavy iron door was kicked off its deformed frame and flew inward with a thud, crashing heavily to the ground, raising clouds of dust.
Behind the door lies the interior of the carriages in the white-light district, the "Yongfeng Train" that was once bustling with people and filled with eerie stalls.