Chapter 1221 - 1112: Peerless Lantern Delivery
“Goodbye forever, sinister little mountain village!!”
At this moment, in the Kongshou Mountain Forest.
A middle-aged man is frantically escaping!
The scene of him fleeing is extremely terrifying; beneath his feet is a black hurricane, swirling through like Fuyao, simply unstoppable wherever it goes!
This spectacle is precisely what he released from the Path-Scenic Land.
Originally, the Path-Scenic Land was shrouded in darkness, with rolling grey mist. He always felt something was off, so he did not want to reveal it to others, but now, he was truly afraid, leaving him no choice but to expose it.
Moreover, he had not been running for long when he felt the thunderclouds in the sky dissipate and the Emperor’s Aura fade away, which further confirmed his belief: Damn it, the little mountain village definitely should not be provoked!
It’s too sinister. Even the highest existence of this realm, the Great Emperor… those who don’t believe in the village’s malevolence—dead.
The Thunder Emperor is likely done for…
However, just as he was madly sprinting away, suddenly, two trails of black smoke flashed across the space in front of him.
“What the hell is this… damn it…”
Ao Wushuang looked and saw two men suddenly appearing within the black smoke.
These two men were shrouded in black cloaks, only revealing two decaying eyes, staring at Ao Wushuang.
“Darkness…??”
Ao Wushuang immediately felt a surge of panic. This is terrible!
How did he get out of the tiger’s den only to encounter hungry wolves?
He had experienced it—anything related to the black qi… also very sinister.
Last time, that black smoke even tried to turn him into a Rotten Slave.
And now, they had actually come looking for him…
He looked at the two dark and unfriendly Rotten Slaves, fell silent for a moment, steeled his heart, decided to go all out, and then, began to strip off his clothes, his trousers!
Seeing his bizarre actions, the two Rotten Slaves were stunned, and hurriedly said:
“What are you doing?”
Ao Wushuang looked up, blankly replied:
“Aren’t you going to wrap me in Corpse Wrapping Cloth? I’m just putting away my clothes so as not to dirty them…”
He had previously encountered these people who wanted to turn him into a Rotten Slave, so subconsciously he thought they were going to take him back to become one…
Hearing this, the two Rotten Slaves couldn’t help but exchange glances, with a hint of confusion in their eyes…
This Ao Wushuang… acting weird…
He’s too practiced; could he have been turned into a Rotten Slave by other black smoke before?
But, how could he still… have his own consciousness if he had been turned into a Rotten Slave?
This is getting stranger and stranger…
However, the two Rotten Slaves did not think too much about it and spoke sternly:
“We are not wrapping you in Corpse Wrapping Cloth.”
“There is a lantern that’s not meant for you to keep!”
Upon hearing this, Ao Wushuang’s heart skipped a beat!
Do these two know about the black lantern?
He became even more nervous.
“Come with us, hand over the lantern to the people over there.”
Their words brooked no argument.
Upon hearing this, Ao Wushuang became afraid; how… he was supposed to go back…
Furthermore, by the sound of it, do these Rotten Slaves recognize the little mountain village?
That’s it… So they were all in cahoots??
This time, he was completely encircled by the little mountain village…
He panicked!!
…
In front of the small mountain village.
A group of people followed out, wanting to see what had happened to the Thunder Emperor.
Wang Erxiao ran the fastest; he was at the front and in no time had reached the forest ahead and then saw a huge Thunderbird struggling within it!
The Thunderbird was as big as an ostrich, not dead but its feathers were stained red with blood, clearly it had sustained serious injuries.
“Ga… gaga…”
At this moment, the Thunderbird, its Three Souls and Seven Spirits virtually annihilated by Wang Erxiao’s slingshot, could be said to have lost its mind.
Hence, it could only squawk like a normal large bird, its cries rather pitiful.
“Second Elder, he’s not dead yet. This bird is still alive, we can have fresh meat!”
Wang Xiao’er said excitedly. He firmly grasped the Thunderbird’s wing, hoisting it up, and exclaimed:
“Look how big it is!”
Dugu Yuqing, Fan Yaoyao, and others followed suit.
“Thunder Emperor… to actually be reduced to this… Is this spiritual annihilation?”
Shui Qingling murmured in horror!
This was a Great Emperor, one of the very few still alive in the Forbidden World, and among them, Thunder Emperor was the one with the most abundant vigor, having achieved enlightenment the latest. He had a promising future among the many emperors.
But now, he’s been beaten back to his original form, with even his spirit unable to be preserved, and moreover, based on what the villagers mean, he’s even going to be eaten?!
She felt like… she was almost scared enough to faint.
Even Fan Paiming couldn’t help but wear a complex expression.
The people from the old ancestor’s village are too terrifying…
He suddenly thought that the small mountain village didn’t need to do anything; just sending a few kids out to have fun might be enough to wreak havoc on the entire Forbidden World… Probably even the emperors would have to hide!
“Wow, this bird looks so plump, way better than the old one!”
“It must taste delicious!”
Fan Yaoyao praised right away.
Even Second Elder nodded and said:
“Not bad, not bad. This bird barely qualifies as good ingredients, it can make a decent soup.”
Upon hearing this, Dugu Yuqing couldn’t help but be surprised.
Second Elder, actually praising ingredients? He remembered that whether it was their hunted prey in the past or even the True Ancestor Level ingredients from the Grey Mist Sea, the villagers… actually didn’t really care for them, they were just after something fresh.
Today, this Emperor Level bird finally received the comment “barely qualifies as good ingredients”!
This was unprecedented; for Thunder Emperor to earn such a rating, he truly wasn’t living in vain.
“Let’s go, head back to the village and start the feast. With so many big birds, we can have a grand banquet today!”
Second Elder immediately said.
“Back to the village for the feast!”
“Eat bird meat!”
“Roast a whole bird!”
A bunch of kids were excitedly chiming in.
Thereupon, they returned to the village.
Shui Qingling’s heart was filled with complexity and anxiety. She had no idea how she would be treated, but for now, she could only follow beside Dugu Yuqing, waiting for what would happen next.
Just as they entered the small mountain village, Second Elder suddenly remembered something, smacked his forehead, and said:
“Ah, I’m really getting old and muddled, almost forgot about it.”
He turned to Dugu Yuqing and the others, saying: “Yu Qing, you go back first, I still have something to do.”
“The Divine Jumper said that this year, the first time it thunders, someone will bring something back for me… I’ll have to wait a little longer.”
Hearing that, Dugu Yuqing felt a stir in his heart—The Divine Jumper…
He was now aware that the Divine Jumper had left the village.
The Divine Jumper had departed before the master returned to the village.
And during his time, it seemed that he held a high status, leading the villagers to fight against many evil deeds…
Now having entered the Forbidden World, he had discovered that the fog shrouding the entire Forbidden World was inseparable from the one known as the Divine Jumper.
He was seemingly laying out dark schemes!
Could it be that the small mountain village is finally about to truly enter the game…
Yet he said nothing, merely nodding his head, and said:
“Alright, we will go ahead then.”
Immediately, he led a group of people towards the interior of the village.
Wang Erxiao and the others ran off to every household to notify everyone to prepare for the banquet.
…
“This thunderstorm came quickly, and left just as fast…”
“The Divine Jumper has been out for so many years and hasn’t returned… Sigh, he’s probably dead out there…”
Second Elder lay back down on his Taishi Chair, enjoying the cool breeze, unwittingly pulling a small blanket over himself, closing his eyes to rest, as if reminiscing about something…
…
Good night.