Chapter 18: Five Thunders thod, A Single Finger of Thunder Breaks the Evil Formation
"If he gets angry, what does that have to do with this Daoist?"
Zhang Xuanyao swept a cold glance at Jiang Yuanshan.
"Once the Ten Thousand Corpse Pit is opened, half of Heng City will turn into a ghost realm. By then, you, the 'Half-City Jiang', will likely beco 'Half-Ghost Jiang'."
Jiang Yuanshan shuddered, not daring to spout any more nonsense.
"Yes! I will arrange the car right now!"
"Take my car." Su Qingge spoke up first, her eyes determined. "This matter started because of the Su Group, and I also want to see with my own eyes what exactly is going on with that land."
Zhang Xuanyao gave her a deep look.
"President Su, curiosity killed the cat. When we get there, don't run around, don't look at things indiscriminately, and definitely don't speak indiscriminately."
"Understood!" Su Qingge nodded heavily.
The black Rolls-Royce started up again, like a bolt of black lightning, speeding towards the southern suburbs of the city.
...
Southern part of the city, the construction site of the Qin Group.
It had already been sealed off by high hoardings, and dozens of bodyguards in black stood at the entrance, each with a serious expression.
The air at the construction site was perated with a nauseating, rotten stench.
Even though it was midsumr, as soon as they entered this area, everyone felt a bone-chilling cold.
"Stop! What are you doing?" Before the Rolls-Royce could even get close to the gate, it was stopped by several bodyguards.
Jiang Yuanshan rolled down the window, revealing his old face. "I am Jiang Yuanshan, I'm looking for your President Qin."
The bodyguards clearly recognized Jiang Yuanshan, and their attitudes softened slightly, but they still did not move aside.
"Great Master Jiang, President Qin has given orders that he is not seeing anyone today. There was an accident at the construction site, and it is currently being handled, so please return."
Just as Jiang Yuanshan was about to speak, Zhang Xuanyao in the back seat suddenly spoke up.
"Tell President Qin Hu, if he doesn't want his three-year-old son to die at ho, let this Daoist in imdiately."
The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every bodyguard.
The lead bodyguard's expression changed drastically.
President Qin Hu had a child in his old age whom he treasured like a precious jewel; this was no secret in the circle.
However, that child had suddenly developed a high fever that wouldn't subside this morning, and doctors couldn't find the cause—that was top secret!
"Who... who are you?" The lead bodyguard looked at Zhang Xuanyao with suspicion and uncertainty.
"A fortune teller." Zhang Xuanyao leaned lazily against the seat back. "One minute left. In one minute, your little young master's breathing will stop."
The lead bodyguard dared not delay and imdiately picked up the walkie-talkie to report.
Less than thirty seconds later.
The construction site gate swung open with a bang.
A middle-aged man wearing a designer suit, but with a face full of stubble and bloodshot eyes, rushed out.
It was the chairman of the Qin Group, President Qin Hu.
"Who? Who said my son is not going to make it?!"
President Qin Hu rushed to the car window and roared with a ferocious expression.
Zhang Xuanyao pushed open the car door and got out, looking at the black mist above President Qin Hu's head that was almost solidifying into an entity.
"You carry the scent of that blood well on you." Zhang Xuanyao extended a finger and pointed at President Qin Hu's chest. "Did you touch sothing from inside that well with your own hands just now?"
President Qin Hu was stunned.
He had indeed touched it.
After the workers went missing, he had picked up a dark red jade pendant by the well, thinking it was a treasure, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"How did you know?"
"Throw the jade pendant away." Zhang Xuanyao's tone was cold. "That is a Soul-Suppressing Nail ground from human bone. By carrying it on you, you are equivalent to bringing the trigger of the Ten Thousand Corpse Pit into your ho. Your son is blocking the disaster for you."
President Qin Hu subconsciously took the jade pendant out of his pocket.
Under the sunlight, the jade pendant had no luster at all; instead, it exuded a cold, chilling aura.
"This... is this really bone?"
President Qin Hu's hand shook, and the jade pendant fell to the ground.
"Enough nonsense, take to the well." Zhang Xuanyao didn't look at the jade pendant and walked straight towards the depths of the construction site.
President Qin Hu was now completely intimidated by Zhang Xuanyao's aura. Although he was a rough man, he knew that soone who could see through these secrets at a glance was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Quick! Lead the Great Master!"
The group walked through the muddy construction site and arrived at the center.
There was a huge deep pit there.
In the center of the pit bottom, an ancient well about two ters in diater stood quietly.
The soil around the wellhead presented a strange, dark purple color.
Before they even got close, a strong, bloody stench rushed towards them.
Su Qingge couldn't help but dry heave, while Jiang Yuanshan took out a few Talismanic Incantations, clutching them tightly in his hand.
Zhang Xuanyao walked to the edge of the pit, his eyes slightly closed.
【Heavenly Eye】, fully activated!
In his vision, what kind of construction site was this?
Beneath the ground for thousands of miles, it was densely packed with overlapping corpses.
And this well was the exit for the resentnt of all the corpses.
At this mont, the wellhead was continuously spewing out thick black fog. This black fog condensed in mid-air, vaguely forming twisted human faces, emitting silent wails.
And deep at the bottom of the well.
A pair of huge, blood-red eyes were coldly staring upwards.
"What a grand setup." Zhang Xuanyao snorted coldly.
"President Qin Hu, did that 'expert' you invited tell you that as long as you build a high-rise building over this well, it would allow your Qin family to have continuous wealth and prosperity for generations?"
President Qin Hu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! That is exactly what Master Ye said! He said it was called 'Blood Dragon Spitting the Pearl', and it was a sign of great fortune!"
"Great fortune?" Zhang Xuanyao turned his head abruptly, his eyes shooting towards President Qin Hu like sharp blades.
"He is intending to use your entire Qin family, as well as the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in this Heng City, to raise that thing in his well!"
"What?!" President Qin Hu was so scared that he collapsed onto the muddy ground.
Just at this mont.
A cold, eerie laughter ca from a nearby construction shed.
"Hehehe..."
"Where did this wild Daoist co from, daring to ruin this old man's good deed?"
An old man wearing a black robe and as thin as a stick walked out slowly.
His eyes were sunken, revealing a faint green light.
It was indeed the "Master Ye" from President Qin Hu's mouth.
"Junior Martial Uncle, that's him!" Jiang Yuanshan exclaid.
Zhang Xuanyao looked at the black-robed old man, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful arc.
"An evil cultivator?"
"Using the resentnt of ten thousand corpses to perform Alchemy, are you not afraid of incurring divine retribution?"
The black-robed old man laughed sinisterly: "Divine retribution? As long as this 'Dragon' succeeds, this old man will be the god of this Heng City! Who can punish ?"
He waved the bone staff in his hand and pointed it at Zhang Xuanyao.
"Go to hell!"
In an instant, the black mist at the wellhead seed to have received an order, transforming into a huge black snake, opening its bloodthirsty maw, and lunging fiercely at Zhang Xuanyao.
Su Qingge scread in terror, and President Qin Hu fainted directly.
The Talismanic Incantation in Jiang Yuanshan's hand was blown away by the cold wind before he could even throw it.
Zhang Xuanyao stood in place, motionless.
He looked at the black snake and sighed helplessly.
"Why do modern evil cultivators have absolutely no creativity?"
He raised his hand and grasped into the Void Realm.
"Thunder, co!"
Boom!!
From the originally gloomy sky, a golden-purple bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket suddenly descended.
The lightning struck the black snake's head with precision.
The black snake didn't even have ti to let out a scream before it instantly vanished into ashes.
The remaining power of the thunder didn't diminish, directly striking the ancient well.
Crack!
The stones on the surface of the ancient well shattered one after another.
"Pfft!"
The black-robed old man was struck as if by a heavy blow, spraying a mouthful of blood as he flew backward, crashing into the periter wall.
He looked at Zhang Xuanyao in terror.
"Five Thunders thod!?"
"You... who exactly are you?!"
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