EFB Chapter 2272 Resting Pavilion
Chapter 2272 Resting Pavilion
Chapter 2272 Resting Pavilion
If the enemy is an individual, they will be surrounded and attacked during the battle.
However, Elder Xu had already suffered severe injuries. Not only was his chest cavity opened up by himself, but the monster in his lungs had not yet been burned to death. How could he have the mind to control the ethereal spirit?
Now that things had come to this, Liu Qingdao knew that further negotiation was useless, so he waved his hand:
"Go! Capture these demons!"
We'll have to finish the game first and then figure it out.
Before he could finish speaking, the Angry Sea Yaksha King was besieged by a group of immortals. Because its master was seriously injured, the Angry Sea Yaksha King's attack power was far less than usual. It barely managed to block a few attacks, but was hit more than ten times. Finally, it was smashed in the lower back by the giant of Maoling with an axe. Although it was not cut in two, its body was weak and its size was greatly reduced.
Although ethereal beings can materialize, they are different from flesh and blood creatures. They do not bleed when injured, but they lose power when damaged. The weaker their power, the more ethereal their bodies become.
When the physical form can no longer be maintained, the ethereal spirit will be forced into a deep sleep, slowly accumulating power.
Elder Xu had no intention of fighting now and only wanted to leave as soon as possible, so the other ethereal spirit he summoned was a large antlered deer, which was to carry Elder Xu and the others away from the scene.
However, before the great elk could leap, a large net, double-layered with hooked silk, sprayed down on its head.
How could Aunt Zhu let them leave so easily?
Elder Xu, who was on the deer's back, was severely injured and exhausted. He could no longer hold on and coughed several times. The fragments he spat out were covered with white mycelium, which would wriggle and move when the rain poured on them.
What kind of monster invaded my body? Why can't I be burned to death by real fire?
……
Wei'an City, northeastern suburbs.
Twenty-five li from the city, there is a post station on the official road halfway up the mountain, which the locals call the Resting Pavilion.
Once you cross this mountain, you'll be out of Weian City's territory.
This official road was originally busy, with a constant stream of travelers, but the anomaly in Luohe suddenly disrupted the city's normal rhythm. Coupled with the heavy rain, there were only two tables of customers in this shop.
Five guests were chatting around the table, but they only ordered a few bowls of water.
At the other table sat a handsome man in a red robe and white clothes. He had a face like jade, fair skin, and his brocade robe was adorned with plum blossom patterns. Below his phoenix eyes was a red tear mole.
The rough bowl on the table was half-filled with tea, and there were a few red-skinned peanuts and dried fruit on the saucer.
He would stare blankly at the raindrops under the eaves for a long time before picking up a peanut. The tea drinkers next to him were making some noise, but he pretended not to hear them.
A woman's voice came from the back of the kitchen: "Where's Xiaoyu?"
Another man said, "Uh, it was just here a moment ago."
The man in the red robe knew from the slightly guilty voice that this was the shop owner.
"I just went out to fill the water tank, and she's gone again!" the woman's voice boomed. "You don't take care of your child; she'll be snatched away by wolves or monsters sooner or later!"
"Pah! Pah!" the shopkeeper retorted, displeased. "Can't you, as a mother, say a few nice things about your daughter?"
The man in the red robe raised an eyebrow and suddenly looked down under the table.
A little girl, no more than three or four years old, was lying under the table, grinning at him. She had very white teeth, but one was missing.
The gap is uneven, so it was most likely knocked off by a collision.
The little girl's fingers were black, and her clothes were covered in mud. Seeing him lower his head, she raised her hand and offered him a small purple violet flower:
"I'll send it to you!"
The petals were wet, and the roots were still covered in mud; they were undoubtedly freshly picked.
The man in the red robe took it from her and asked, "Why are you giving it to me?"
"You're beautiful! More beautiful than Fafa."
The man in the red robe smiled.
His smile is like a spring breeze blowing through a peach blossom forest.
Backstage, the shop owner and his wife continued their argument: "You can't take good care of the children, and you can't do any work well. The authorities have come to warn us several times that the geology of this hill behind our house is unstable, and it might collapse if there's another heavy rain, but you just won't move. You yourself said you were almost knocked down by falling rocks several times?"
"Oh dear, this isn't the first time they've spread alarmist rumors," the shopkeeper said casually. "I've spent most of my life in the mountains and forests, do you think they have more experience than me? Do you think I can't tell if this mountain is going to collapse? Do I need their advice?"
"Stubborn! If your eyes were any good, why are one of them blind?" his wife scolded him. "We're all going to be in big trouble if we follow you!"
The shop owner couldn't hold out any longer and fled. He lifted the curtain to go outside, and immediately spotted his daughter there.
He quickly came over, dragged the child out from under the table in red, pressed him down on a stool, and spanked his bottom with a loud thud.
The little girl didn't cry; bright tears welled up in her eyes.
The man in the red robe gave her two dried apricots, which the girl took and ate while tears streamed down her face.
The shop owner laughed and scolded, "That brat is so greedy!"
After carrying her backstage, the shop owner came out with a large teapot to refill the red-robed guest's tea.
"I forgot to ask earlier, where are the guests going in this torrential rain?"
The man in the red robe casually replied, "Xunyang Mountain."
"Are you also looking for the entrance to Qixia Sect?" The shopkeeper was taken aback and looked him up and down. "Doesn't seem like it."
"Why doesn't it look like it?"
"Anyone who dares to go looking for a celestial sect's mountain gate is either a fool or risking their life," the shopkeeper said. "You're neither."
The man in the red robe casually asked, "Then what do I look like?"
"They're either sons of officials or talented young men from prominent families." The shopkeeper grinned, a gesture very similar to his daughter's. "I've spent most of my life in the countryside; I can't be wrong."
At this point, the customers left, leaving behind their money before departing the shop.
Before leaving, they glanced at the man in the red robe.
After they had walked a dozen or so feet, the shopkeeper said, "These people are no good. They think you're easy prey. They just won't dare to do anything in my shop. They'll probably be lying in ambush at the crossroads of the mountain road a mile and a half away. Things have been a bit chaotic in and around the city these days, and these scoundrels are trying to take advantage of the situation."
The man in the red robe glanced out the window again; the view from here was directly opposite the back mountain.
"What should I do?"
"Either you go back the way you came and let them find nothing; or if you trust me, you can stay here overnight. I'll only charge you twenty-five coins, and I'll even include breakfast for tomorrow."
"So affordable?"
The shop owner grinned again: "Let's be friends."
The red-robed man's gaze then returned to the shopkeeper:
"If you only look at your appearance, you look more like a ruthless bandit than they do."
The shop owner was a one-eyed man, rough and dark-skinned, with an eyepatch over his left eye of an unknown color, and a scar on his neck. Customers who came in and looked up at him always felt like they'd entered a shady business.
"I am naturally capable of recognizing their true colors at a glance," the shopkeeper said without hesitation. "I originally lived as an outlaw in Tushan, but was later recruited by the Dragon God Army. After the Dragon God War ended, I didn't want to farm or go back to my old profession, so I simply opened a small shop to make a living."
The man in the red robe took a sip of tea: "Running a rest pavilion here is hardly a livelihood for ordinary people."
Opening a business on a main road and having no shortage of customers is something not everyone can do.
(End of this chapter)