Chapter 93
Chapter 93
No one paid any attention to Chen Daji’s question.
Hemp-clad Grandmother looked at the Ghost Soldiers marching in circles and said calmly, “So they really are from the Yellow Turban Army. I just wonder which of the three brothers is lying in that tomb.”
Old Sixth Hui picked up the thread.
“It definitely isn’t Zhang Jiao.”
“If someone like him had managed to gather that much power, it would be an earth-shaking event!”
“The experts from the underworld would have come to investigate long ago.”
After Old Sixth Hui’s little act of revenge just now, Chen Daji had become even more cautious.
By this point, he had already hidden completely behind Hua Jiunan.
“Big Brother, who’s Zhang Jiao? And what’s the Yellow Turban Army?”
Hua Jiunan had no interest whatsoever in answering such a low-level question.
“Go read a history book yourself!”
Chen Daji gave an awkward grin.
“All my history books got used by Hu Wa to wipe his ass in the outhouse.”
“Damn it, didn’t that kid think the pages were scratchy?”
As Hua Jiunan watched, something suddenly occurred to him.
“I remember Zhao Fei saying that the ones who came for him the first time were these Ghost Soldiers. The ones who came the second time were all well-equipped. Could it be…”
Chen Daji froze. “Could it be he knocked up two women at the same time, and they both died?”
“Fatty Zhao really is a beast…”
Hua Jiunan abruptly realized that he could no longer communicate with Chen Daji like a normal person.
A sense of superiority from utterly crushing him in IQ welled up inside him.
Hemp-clad Grandmother knocked Chen Daji on the head again.
“You little brat, when you think about things, can you not always aim below the belt?”
While they were talking, a series of firm, metallic footsteps rang out.
Ten well-equipped Ghost Soldiers parted the thick fog and strode straight toward the little courtyard.
As they advanced, their movements were perfectly uniform, as if they were a single person.
Every one of these Ghost Soldiers had a broken, ruined body.
One was missing half an arm. Another had a gaping hole torn through his stomach.
One of them was missing half his face.
The most shocking one had arrows stuck all over his body. One look was enough to tell he had lived through a war of unimaginable brutality.
The ten Ghost Soldiers were divided into two groups.
One group carried sabers and shields, while the other carried long spears.
On top of that, each of them had a longbow strapped to his back and a quiver slung diagonally at his waist.
Hemp-clad Grandmother’s pupils trembled at the sight.
“Jie jie jie, now this is interesting. They’re actually Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits!”
A rare seriousness appeared on Old Sixth Hui’s somewhat lecherous face.
“Just who did the kid inside offend?!”
These ten Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits had clearly also been affected by Elder Pine and could not find the gate into the courtyard.
However, their reaction was a world apart from the Yellow Turban Army’s.
The leading soldier immediately sensed something was wrong and raised his left hand high, pale-white bone exposed.
The other nine Warrior Spirits stopped at once.
The ringing footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
The saber-and-shield soldiers formed a circular formation, half crouching as they guarded the spearmen in the center.
Then, with a thunderous boom, they planted their massive shields on the ground, took down the bows from their backs, and aimed in every direction.
The spearmen rested their long spears on the shields and gripped them firmly with both hands.
Every movement flowed smoothly, without the slightest hesitation.
A bitter, murderous aura spread outward, turning into waves of icy wind.
Just then, the Yellow Turban Ghost group that had been marching in circles discovered this squad of Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits and immediately charged over, howling like a flock of ducks.
After a brief standoff, no one knew what they said to each other, but they immediately came to blows.
Ten against a hundred-and the Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits won a complete victory.
Aside from one of them being hacked into black smoke under the Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers’ flurry of blades, the rest suffered only minor injuries.
The Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers, on the other hand, were miserable.
More than half were beaten until their souls scattered completely. The rest abandoned their helmets and armor and fled toward the ancient tomb like frightened birds.
The Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits did not pursue them. After a brief reorganization, they formed ranks again.
Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji watched with their blood surging.
This was the bearing a warrior of Shenzhou should have!
This was the undefeated army that had galloped across five thousand years, expanding borders and opening new lands!
Compared to them, what the hell did the Yellow Turban soldiers count for?
After the excitement passed, Chen Daji looked a little lost.
“Big Brother, the ones who came to catch Fatty Zhao are actually regular troops. Isn’t he done for?”
“And… and we can’t really bring ourselves to fight soldiers like these…”
Hemp-clad Grandmother still gave her soft, eerie laugh.
“Jie jie jie, what’s the hurry? Let’s just watch and see what happens first.”