94: Chapter 94 Kowloon Bridge Turns into a Gate of Hell?! It's so congested!

Boom!

The black riot control vehicle, like an iron beast, roared as it smashed through the roadblocks, speeding along the empty yet crowded street.

It was empty because the living dared not go out.

It was crowded because the streets were filled with wandering spirits and ghosts.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hideous evil ghosts kept slamming against the riot vehicle's windshield, leaving behind dark blue handprints and sticky liquid.

Damn it! There are too many! The wipers can't even clear them!

Lin Bing gripped the steering wheel tightly, her palms sweating.

Although the vehicle was plastered with special anti-evil Talismanic Incantations from the Supernatural Bureau, they were facing a city-wide Hundred Ghosts Night Parade.

The power of those Talismanic Incantations was depleting rapidly, and the temperature inside the car was dropping lower and lower.

Don't panic, stay steady.

Su Yang, sitting in the passenger seat, looked as if nothing was wrong, even commenting on the ghosts outside with interest.

Wow, that hanging ghost has a long tongue; it could double as a scarf.

How does that headless ghost see the road? It's not afraid of hitting a utility pole.

Watching Su Yang's expression, which looked like he was visiting a wildlife park, Lin Bing's tightly wound nerves inexplicably relaxed a little.

Su Yang, aren't you afraid? The Evil Qi of the entire city has erupted!

Afraid?

Su Yang chuckled.

I'm only afraid there aren't enough of them to even fill the gaps in my Black Demon Flower's teeth.

By the way, that's the Nine Dragons Bridge ahead, right?

Lin Bing nodded, her expression grave.

Two more kilometers. But the road ahead... seems to be broken.

Through the blood-stained windshield, one could see the road ahead completely engulfed by thick black fog.

The black fog was as thick as a wall, connecting heaven and earth, and deep within it, one could vaguely see the magnificent Nine Dragons Bridge, now emitting an eerie red light.

It was like a Bridge of Helplessness leading to Hell.

Stop the car.

Su Yang narrowed his eyes.

The car can't get through the road ahead.

We'll have to take the Yellow Springs Road.

Screech—

Lin Bing slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped at the edge of the black fog.

The two pushed the doors open and got out.

As soon as they landed, a bone-chilling Yin Qi wind rushed at them, as if countless ice blades were cutting their faces.

Such strong resentment!

Lin Bing shuddered, subconsciously gripping the cinnabar gun in her hand.

The Nine Dragons crouching is originally an excellent Feng Shui layout, signifying a Dragon soaring in the sky.

Su Yang looked at the bridge looming in the black fog and said indifferently:

But someone reversed the Feng Shui eye, turning the Nine Dragons into Nine Yins.

Now this bridge is the 'funnel' for the Yin Qi gathering in all of Jiangzhou.

Once the ghost gate is completely opened, this place will become a passage connecting the Yin and Yang realms.

When that happens, it won't just be these wandering ghosts coming out, but a true... Ghost Army crossing the border!

Then what are we waiting for? Hurry and stop him!

Lin Bing said anxiously.

Let's go.

Su Yang stepped into the black fog.

On the bridge deck.

What should have been a bustling traffic hub had now become a silent parking lot.

Hundreds of private cars were parked haphazardly on the bridge; some had crashed into each other, and some were still smoking.

The people in the cars hadn't disappeared, but... were slumped over the steering wheels, as if asleep.

But if you looked closely, you would find their glabella blackened, and strands of white essence energy floating from the tops of their heads, continuously gathering towards the center of the bridge.

They are having their Yang Qi drained!

Lin Bing exclaimed, If we don't save them, these people will die in less than half an hour!

This is called a toll.

Su Yang looked coldly at the center of the bridge.

There, an altar built of white bones had been erected.

Around the altar, two rows of believers in black robes knelt, devoutly kowtowing and chanting.

And on the altar stood a figure shrouded in black fog.

Holding a black bone tablet in hand, he was chanting towards the huge black vortex in the sky.

It was the Ghost Emissary who had appeared at the Chen family before!

Great Ghost Granny! Your servant has prepared the offering for you!

The Yang Qi of 9,999 living people! Plus the Evil Qi of this entire city!

Please descend! Let this human world... turn into a ghost domain!!

Rumble—!

The black vortex in the sky spun violently, emitting thunderous roars.

A giant ghost hand covered in black hair was trying to reach out from the center of the vortex, tearing through the barrier of this space!

Now!

A flash of fanaticism crossed the Ghost Emissary's eyes as he held the bone tablet high, about to complete the final ritual.

Hey, you in the black clothes.

Just at this critical moment.

An untimely voice suddenly interrupted the solemn ceremony.

The Ghost Emissary's movements stiffened, and he turned his head abruptly.

Only to see Su Yang sitting on the roof of a Porsche in the middle of the abandoned vehicles, holding a bottle of cola he had swiped from the car, drinking it while pointing at him.

Not sleeping in the middle of the night, building illegal structures here?

And blocking the road, not letting people pass?

Do you have any sense of public morality?

SU! YANG!

The Ghost Emissary's voice was hoarse and harsh, like two pieces of iron rubbing together.

You actually dared to chase me here?!

There is a path to heaven, but you don't take it; there is no door to Hell, yet you throw yourself in!

Since you're here, you might as well be a snack for Granny!

He waved the bone tablet in his hand violently.

Black Witch Guards! Kill him!

Roar—!!!

The two rows of black-robed believers kneeling around the altar suddenly tore off their black robes in unison.

Revealing bodies that looked like dried corpses underneath!

Their skin was cracked like tree bark, and there were no pupils in their eyes, only two clusters of green ghost fire.

These weren't living people; they were clearly Corpse Puppets that had long been refined!

Twenty Corpse Puppets, moving in perfect unison, stomped on the ground, making thud-thud-thud sounds, like twenty heavy tanks charging towards Su Yang!

Su Yang, be careful! These Corpse Puppets have corpse poison! Touch it and you die!

Lin Bing shouted, raising her gun to shoot.

Save your bullets.

Su Yang jumped down from the roof of the car and loosened his wrists.

I just learned a new skill, haven't tested its power yet.

Facing the twenty menacing Corpse Puppets, Su Yang didn't retreat but advanced.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm upward.

Righteousness of Heaven and Earth, long-lasting and vast.

Five Thunders Orthodox Law, execute evil and destroy demons!

Zzzzt—

A cluster of dazzling pure white thunder plasma instantly condensed in his palm!

With the appearance of this thunder light, the surrounding thick black fog melted away in a large area, as if it had encountered the scorching sun!

Even the twenty Corpse Puppets, which had no sense of pain, couldn't help but pause in the face of this extremely rigid and Yang aura.

This... what kind of thunder technique is this?!

The Ghost Emissary on the altar felt the destructive aura and his face changed drastically.

Yang Five Thunders: Thunder Plasma Cleansing the Ground!

Su Yang hooked his lips into an arrogant smile and slammed the thunder ball in his hand onto the ground!

Boom—!!!

With Su Yang as the center, countless white thunder snakes flowing like liquid instantly spread wildly along the ground!

The asphalt road on the bridge that had been eroded by Evil Qi was purified into grayish-white powder the moment the thunder snakes passed.

Roar—!!!

The twenty Corpse Puppets didn't even have time to get within three meters of Su Yang before they were completely submerged by this overwhelming thunder plasma.

There was no suspense.

They didn't even have time to scream.

In the face of that pure-to-the-extreme Yang thunder, these sinister and evil things were like ice cubes thrown into a steel furnace, instantly gasified!

In just one second.

Twenty Corpse Puppets, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

And the remaining power of the thunder plasma didn't diminish, continuing to rush towards the altar, carving a bright path through the black fog!

No! Impossible! This is the Celestial Masters Mansion's Yang Five Thunders?!

The Ghost Emissary was so frightened that he was on the verge of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, no longer caring about presiding over the ceremony, turned and prepared to jump into the vortex behind him.

Want to run?

Su Yang stepped on the thunder light, his figure like lightning, instantly appearing on the altar.

A large hand carrying thunder light grabbed the Ghost Emissary's head.

Weren't you quite arrogant just now?

Come on, give me a smile.