The night wind howled, dispersing the sll of smoke.
The bodies on the hillside were already cold, with scattered limbs and broken walls mixed with soil, and the scent of blood still lingered heavily.
"Hey, hey, slow down!"
Sha Lifei held up a torch, continuously urging.
Beside him, Wu Ba was carrying a cannon up the slope.
This cannon was the very one from the Longxiang Army, which had rolled down the hillside and was found by Sha Lifei in the night.
The cannon’s design was sowhat peculiar, with a thick and short barrel of bronze color, its muzzle engraved with a relief of a fierce tiger’s mouth, and two tiger paw supports in front.
This piece was forged with mixed spiritual materials and was extrely heavy, yet Wu Ba, with his brute strength, carried the tiger paw supports effortlessly.
Li Yan was also tidying up the battlefield.
This battle yielded extrely rich spoils.
The Longxiang Army was defeated, with their helts and armor abandoned, and many firearms dropped. Besides ordinary muskets, there were two Fire God Guns, several new gunpowder packages, and even two Netherworld Fire Pistols that hadn’t been fired.
In comparison, the scraps on the magicians seed completely insignificant.
Seeing Wu Ba carrying up the cannon, Li Yan frowned, "Weren’t there wheels, why remove them?"
"That thing was unnecessary!"
Sha Lifei shook his head and said, "This is called a ’Tiger Squat Cannon,’ with its front paws fixed, it sits like a crouching tiger, suitable for mountainous and forest warfare."
"Originally, its power was average and didn’t shoot far, but those Longxiang Army guys, with spiritual materials and new gunpowder added, increased its power imdiately."
"The cannon originally didn’t have wheels. The soldiers of the Longxiang Army added them haphazardly because they couldn’t carry it, but with Brother Wu Ba, it’s not a problem!"
Hearing this, Li Yan beca interested, "How much ammunition is there?"
Sha Lifei waved his hand and said, "Only found five powder bags, not many bullets either, I’ll think of a way to get more. With this thing to guard the mountain, let’s see who dares to co up!"
He was full of excitent, letting Wu Ba set down the ’Tiger Squat Cannon,’ and then eagerly went to search for new gunpowder packages.
With the two of them taking over, Li Yan gave up searching, went to the side of the battlefield, and gathered so soil, burned incense, then took out the Hook Paper, held it in his hand, and chanted, "Heavens, guide man, strictly govern Beifeng, Divine, receive the command, sweep away unluckiness, Eight Might Vomiting Poison, Fierce Horses Four Directions..."
Battlegrounds have long been breeding grounds for vengeful spirits. If not handled, they can often generate disasters. During the Tang Dynasty, the poet Li Hua docunted: This is an ancient battlefield, often where armies are covered. Ghosts often cry, heard when skies are overcast.
Although they were enemies, Li Yan, as a mber of the Mystical Sect, could not ignore it and had to conduct rituals for the souls.
Usually, these matters were handled by Wang Daoxuan, but he had to oversee the magic platform, and climbing back and forth was laborious, so Li Yan handled it himself.
What he used was the ’Northern Emperor Exorcism Technique,’ which could not only break spells and remove evil but also use the Hook Paper to transcend spirits.
Whoosh~
As the spell was perford, yin winds arose around imdiately.
Li Yan could sll a cold aura emanating from near the corpses, swirling rapidly around.
At the sa ti, he also heard wailing voices:
"I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!"
"Where is this, so cold..."
"Mother, I miss you..."
In death, all affairs cease, leaving only a lingering thought.
At the mont of death, one often leaves behind the most intense obsession from life. So are scattered by the night wind, disappearing into the world, while others condense into yin sha, forming vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts.
After awakening the ear divine power, he could hear these cries.
Then, Li Yan felt a cold aura rising from the ground, and the souls also quieted down, sinking into the earth, disappearing.
The evening wind blew, and the scent of blood seed to fade significantly.
Li Yan paused in silence, shook his head slightly, and returned to the mountaintop.
The wind was stronger at the top of the mountain at night. Sha Lifei had already lit a bonfire under a huge rock at the cave entrance, with the flas flickering in the wind.
That old fellow had a pot hanging, simring at soup, and was roasting several pancakes nearby, with an aroma wafting in the air.
"This thing isn’t easy to handle... Wu Ba, seeing you can lift it with one hand, how about I modify it for you, make it a hand cannon?"
Sha Lifei mused while touching the Tiger Squat Cannon.
As for Wu Ba, he didn’t bother to respond, squatting by the fire, gazing at the pot of at soup, with drool dripping down to his chest.
Seeing Li Yan return, Sha Lifei quickly looked up, excitedly saying, "Brother Yan, Old Sha just had a great idea..."
"Shh!"
Before he could finish, Li Yan gestured for silence, then nodded towards the side.
A person lay there, it was the captured Ei disciple.
Sha Lifei spat, "Hey, over there, stop pretending to be dead if you’re awake, and stop that little hand movent."
The man lying on the ground stiffened all over, then slowly opened his eyes, staring at the bonfire, silent.
Li Yan just glanced at him, not in a hurry to question, instead stirred the at soup in the pot with an iron ladle, and seeing the at was tender, he nodded at Wu Ba.
Wu Ba imdiately got up, hastily holding his large bowl, and after Li Yan filled it, he enjoyed it with the hot pancakes.
Li Yan chuckled quietly, handed the ladle to Sha Lifei, then stepped forward, drawing a Soul-breaking Flying Blade, and stabbed down abruptly.
The man was about to close his eyes and await death when he felt a relief in his hands; the leather rope binding him was cut.
Seeing his puzzled expression, Li Yan shook his head and said, "Co and eat sothing. Even if you’re going to die, don’t be a hungry ghost on the Huangquan Road."
The man gritted his teeth, got up directly, ca to the fire, received the at soup and pancakes from Sha Lifei, and began eating and drinking heartily, under Wu Ba’s dissatisfied gaze.
For a mont, everyone was silent, only the sounds of eating and drinking.
After he finished eating, Li Yan asked, "I’m curious, you’re a disciple of Ei, from the orthodox sect and a direct practitioner of the Magic Sword, why did you end up with the Longxiang Army?"
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