Chapter 451 All dead

 The rocket cannot hit the inn.

Xiahou asked people to pour kerosene on the wall of the inn, and the archers shot arrows at the wall. In a blink of an eye, the fire burst into flames.

In order to ensure that Ning Chuyi and others could be burned to death, Xiahou's staff specially found a Taoist priest, promised him a huge profit, and asked him to come and help.

 Just setting the walls on fire is not enough.

Zhang Daozhang raised his hand to make a seal. As long as he summoned a strong wind and the wind helped the fire, the people in the inn would be burned to death.

 Zhang Daochang was reciting the incantation while looking at the woman standing on the wall.

The wall was doused with kerosene, and there were countless archers outside. If anyone in the inn came out to put out the fire, they would definitely be shot dead by the archers.

But if the fire is allowed to burn down, the people inside will not escape death.

 Unless it rains heavily and puts out the fire.

Xiahou and the people he brought were full of confidence and waited to see the people in the inn burned to death with their own eyes.

 In the inn, everyone from the shopkeeper to the waiters looked at the blazing fire and were frightened to death.

Lingchu stood on the wall, first looked around Xiahou and the archers, and then glanced at the Taoist priests hiding outside the crowd before raising his hand to seal the seal.

 Taoist Zhang saw her gesture with contempt on his face.

 He knew that Ling Chu was a disciple of Master Xuan Yi, and he also heard that she was good at magic.

 No matter how good it is, can it still be better than his magic?

This girl has just reached the age of hairpins. Even if she has been learning spells since she was sensible, she has only been studying for ten or eight years at most. And he has learned magic for twenty-seven years.

What's more, when Xiahou ordered the fire oil to be poured on him, he had already started casting the spell first.

No matter how skilled Xuanyizhenren's disciple is in spells, she can't compare to him. She just started chanting the spell now, so she is already much slower than him.

What’s more, the spell to pray for rain is more difficult and longer than praying for wind.

By the time she finished reciting the spell, the day lilies were already cold.

Taoist Zhang glanced disdainfully and then withdrew his gaze, speeding up the speed of reciting the incantation.

Looking up to the sky with an arrogant face, he closed his palms, crossed his fingers, and made a few gestures, then opened his hands and pushed towards the sky.

 “The emperor slashes, thunder and lightning explode, storms and clouds gather, rise!”

Seeing the strong wind blowing in, the disciples who had not yet heard Master Xuan Yi began to recite the incantation. Zhang Daozhang snorted disdainfully. She was indeed a yellow-haired girl who had never seen the world. She was so frightened that she had forgotten how to recite the incantation.

“From all over the world, water comes and rain falls!”

 Taoist Zhang's disdain was even more sarcastic when he heard Ling Chu's spell.

 There is no spell that is so simple. I thought it was just a child playing house.

“The little girl has really insulted the reputation of Master Xuan Yi. She hasn’t even learned the most basic spell to pray for rain, and yet she dares to show her disgrace.”

  Wow!

As soon as Daozhang Zhang finished his mocking words, there was a sudden crack of thunder in the sky, and countless heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky.

This heavy rain came quickly and urgently, without any prelude, as if someone suddenly poured a large basin of water from the sky.

Not only did the fire on the wall be extinguished in one go, but Xiahou and the people he brought with him were all given a chill.

Even Daozhang Zhang was knocked down by the heavy rain brought by the wind and fell heavily to the ground.

Taoist Zhang fell to the ground with a look of shock and anger.

That spell was obviously not a spell to pray for rain, so how could it bring such a heavy rain?

 But he no longer wanted to believe it, the facts were before his eyes.

The disciple of Master Xuan Yi not only prayed for rain to extinguish the fire, but even let the heavy rain use the strong wind he summoned to knock him down.

 But he had learned spells for twenty-seven years, and he had never heard of such a childish rain-making spell.

 She must have done something secretly without him knowing.

 Daozhang Zhang had an angry look on his face, and Xia Hou was even more annoyed than him. He didn't expect that the Taoist priest hired by his staff was so useless. He lost to Master Xuan Yi's disciple after just one meeting.

Xia Hou endured the embarrassment and roared at the people around him, "Kill me, I must kill all these rebellious officials and traitors."

The inn was hit by heavy rain and could not be burned, so the archers had no choice but to fire arrows again.

However, the arrows that were shot were still the same as the previous two times. They were inexplicably bounced back and injured many people.

Ling Chu stood on the wall and lowered his eyes to look at Xia Hou, "It's not you who has the final say who are the traitors and traitors. God has eyes, and you can't blind them by confusing right and wrong at will."

Ning Chuyi and the others clearly did not take action, but the people brought by Xiahou saw their bows and arrows being bounced away again and again, which made them feel uneasy.

 Hearing Ling Chu's words again, the look on his face changed even more.

Especially those who don’t know the truth, they can’t help but wonder, is it possible that General Xia is really confusing right and wrong, so that even God can’t see through it?

Seeing that the morale of the army was fluctuating, Staff Zhang quickly winked at the Taoist skills he had brought.

 Zhang Daozhang endured his anger and got up and took out a strange rattle.

 The spells he knows are not limited to making wind and rain.

 He did not believe that a little girl was more capable than him.

As the bell rang, countless ghosts were summoned by Zhang Daozhang, and they rushed toward the inn ferociously.

Xia Hou breathed a sigh of relief. As long as those ghosts swallowed Ning Chuyi and others, those who didn't know the truth would naturally believe his words without him having to say anything. Ning Guogong and his son were rebellious officials and traitors who could not tolerate even ghosts and gods.

As for those who know the truth, for the sake of their own glory and wealth, they will be convicted of the crime of Ning Guogong and his son.

 Xiahou’s abacus was very good.

But he didn't expect that before those ghosts rushed into the inn, Ling Chu waved his sleeves lightly, and the ghosts suddenly turned around and rushed towards them as if they were possessed by evil spirits.

 Kill anyone you see!

Seeing those ghosts killing many soldiers, Zhang Daozhang was frightened and shook the weird rattle in his hand desperately.

 But he soon discovered in despair that the ghosts he summoned were all out of his control.

Xiahou was even more frightened and angry, shouting repeatedly, "Fire the arrow, fast!"

Some archers were stunned by Xiahou's roar and hurriedly shot arrows at the ghosts.

 For a time, all kinds of screams, howls of ghosts and wolves, resounded throughout the small county.

In less than a quarter of an hour, countless bodies fell outside the inn door.

Xiahou brought a lot of people, except for a few who were clever and escaped quickly and saved their lives.

 Everyone else is dead.

 A small number of them were killed by ghosts summoned by Zhang Daozhang, but most of them died at the hands of their own people.

 It’s not that they are crazy and want to kill their own people.

 They all died of manslaughter.

The men Xia Hou brought were originally intended to kill the ghosts, but the ghosts were incorporeal, and ordinary swords could not hurt them at all.

The swords were obviously aimed at the ghosts, but strangely, they found that every one of them struck one of their own people.

 When they found out that they had been tricked, the soldiers were naturally frightened and angry.

 But the more they tried to kill those ghosts, the more their own people ended up being killed.

The more you panic, the more you kill. The more you kill, the more you panic, the more your own people die.

 In the chaos, no one knew whose arrow accidentally killed Xiahou.

 The staff around him did not escape the disaster.

Until his death, Taoist Zhang never thought that one day he would be killed by the ghost he summoned.

 (End of this chapter)

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