The God and Buddha are actually me

Yangzhou Lantern Festival.

Countless lanterns light up the night. The city of Yangzhou is brightly lit and filled with pedestrians, including many young men and women.

The ladies who used to hide in their boudoirs also stepped out of their rooms on this day, set off lanterns and enjoyed the fireworks.

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling walked side by side, getting closer and closer in the endless flow of people.

"It's so lively."

He saw a couple selling steamed buns. The husband chopped the meat fillings and the wife made the buns. They cooperated very well. They were both very young, but they were still very loving. The wife wiped her husband's sweat from time to time and whispered.

A stage was set up in the distance. Yangzhou people liked to listen to the opera, and the audience was full of cheers and cheers.

The most lively place is undoubtedly the flower boat fighting performance. Dancers dressed up in colorful clothes dance on the boat with great grace. The spectators on both sides of the river are so crowded that some people even fall into the river.

Yue Ling turned a blind eye to the excitement and said calmly: "I have sent a letter to the headquarters. The supervisor said that he will come to Yangzhou in person."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes lit up when he heard this and said: "That's great."

However, he still warned: "Things are kept secret and words are leaked. We must not leak any information about what we are going to do. People who are not close confidants must not reveal the slightest bit. Otherwise, if the owner of the painting knows about it, he may fight back desperately!"

Yue Ling nodded and said, "I only told a few people to make the necessary preparations."

Zhang Jiuyang stopped talking. He walked to the flower boat, chose a good seat, looked at the dancers on it, and said with emotion: "This dance is really big and white."

Seeing Yue Ling's suspicious look, he quickly explained: "It's the moon."

The dance ends.

The dancer on the flower boat bowed to everyone and slowly stepped back. Listening to the cheers from both sides of the Taiwan Strait, her face was full of smiles, thinking that the victory or defeat was decided.

Everyone's eyes moved to another flower boat.

I wonder who this ship will send to fight?

After a while, the flower boat fell into a strange calm. There was no music, no dancing girls, and even the lanterns were extinguished.

Just when everyone was getting impatient, the surroundings suddenly darkened.

The lights that were still bright just now were extinguished in an instant, and they fell into darkness. Only the faint moonlight was left, but it could not illuminate everything clearly.

Zhang Jiuyang began to frown and noticed something strange. If only the lanterns on the flower boat were extinguished, why would the lanterns in other places also be extinguished?

Something isn't quite right.

There began to be some commotion all around, and the darkness caused many people to panic.

"Yue Ling."

"I am here."

A warm jade hand took the initiative to hold Zhang Jiuyang, but it was not ambiguous or charming, and her voice was particularly solemn.

"Be careful, don't leave my side."

She took the Dragon Bird Knife from Zhang Jiuyang, and at the same time, she exerted force with her feet. Her beautiful long skirt made a sizzling sound, and a little cracked at the bottom of the skirt.

"It's easier to use a knife this way."

She explained, then held Zhang Jiuyang in one hand and held a knife in the other, her eyes burning as sharp as frost.

"Coming, coming!"

"Finally showed up!"

"Oh my god, it looks like she flew down!"

As exclamations rang out, I saw a beautiful woman slowly flying down from the sky. She was wearing a red dress, her long hair was untied, fluttering in the wind, and she was holding a bright lantern in her hand. Light up that charming face.

In the dark environment, the lantern was like a spotlight, attracting everyone's attention.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a fairy falling from the sky and straying into the mortal world.

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyebrows and looked at the clothes on her body.

On the red skirt, there were black lines that were difficult to discern with the naked eye. There were wisps of death and gloom lingering on the black lines.

From the outside, the red dress is exquisitely crafted and extremely gorgeous, even better than Yue Ling's Sichuan brocade dress.

He took out something from his arms, which was a strand of hair, something he found in the coffin during the old lady's birthday party.

Under the eyes of Dharma, it is as if you are observing fire.

The death energy and yin energy here are exactly the same, coming from the same origin!

A name emerged in his mind.

Embroiderer!

On the flower boat, the embroiderer looked at him from a distance. She pursed her lips, smiled, and gave her a flirtatious look, and then looked at Yue Ling beside Zhang Jiuyang.

"Shameless."

Yue Ling's cold eyes were as sharp as daggers, with murderous intent concentrated in them.

The embroiderer chuckled, and her voice spread with the wind, like a magic sound, echoing in everyone's ears.

Then she held a lantern in her hand and performed a Wanfu ceremony to Yue Ling.

"My embroidered lady, please come on behalf of my master and say hello to King Yueming."

She is indeed the embroiderer!

Zhang Jiuyang's heart sank, and he had an ominous premonition. The embroiderer's strength was definitely not as good as Yue Ling's, so why did she dare to appear here so arrogantly?

And the timing of it was too coincidental.

Just when Qin Tianjian was about to ambush the owner of the painting, she appeared in a majestic manner. There must be something fishy here!

As expected, the embroiderer smiled brightly and said: "If King Yueming really wants to investigate the case of Yama, he can go to Qingzhou. That is the territory of Yama. Don't hold on to Yangzhou anymore, otherwise..."

Yue Ling sneered and said, "How are you doing?"

"Haha, no matter what, otherwise the slave family can only give a big gift to King Yue Ming. I just don't know...if you can bear it."

"If you can't bear it, don't blame me for being cruel."

Yue Ling was calm and unperturbed, and said firmly: "Then I can tell you, Yangzhou, I will investigate it thoroughly!"

"Your master has killed countless people. Sooner or later, he will die under my knife, but don't worry, before I kill him..."

"I will kill you first, today."

After that, a knife sounded, clanging like thunder, and the bright knife light illuminated her sharp eyes. The dragon sparrow knife was only an inch out of the sheath, and the terrifying murderous intent enveloped the embroiderer. The lantern she was holding was blown out by the knife intent even though it was a hundred feet away.

The embroiderer was startled, a chill surged up, and her scalp was numb.

The next moment, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck her with a bang.

The flower boat trembled and was charred black, but the embroiderer's figure disappeared, and her voice came from all around, slightly shocked and angry.

"Since King Yue Ming is determined to be an enemy of my master, it seems that this gift must be given."

"King Yue Ming, you should take a good look at Yangzhou...whose territory is it?"

Pah! Pah!

As the applause sounded, the lanterns around lit up again, but the atmosphere had undergone some strange changes.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed, and a chill suddenly surged in his heart.

The people who were a little panicked just now became quiet at this moment. Many people slowly turned their heads and looked at them in unison, revealing a strange smile.

Some people were normal. They looked at their relatives or friends around them, wondering why the other party suddenly became so strange.

The singing disappeared, the children's playful sounds disappeared, and even the sound of chopping the meat filling for buns stopped.

It was as if the whole world was paused.

After a breath, the sound rang again.

The singer held a flower spear and sang opera to the sound of gongs and drums, and then stabbed his companion in the eye with a gun, piercing his head.

The audience screamed in horror, not because of the horrifying scene on the stage, but because someone in the stage poured kerosene on himself and others, and then set himself on fire.

The flames spread, and there were bursts of heart-wrenching screams and cries for help.

The husband who sold buns picked up the kitchen knife again, but he didn't chop the meat, but chopped it on his wife's face. Seeing the disbelief in the other's eyes, he had no expression on his face and just kept slashing.

Until his former loving wife became a pool of meat paste.

He turned and looked at Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling, and a strange smile appeared on his face splashed with blood, and then he used the kitchen knife to cut his neck.

Even until his death, his eyes were fixed on the two.

"Mom, Mom!"

A child was hit by the terrified crowd and cried for his mother.

Her mother came over and quickly held the child in her arms, protecting him with her body to prevent him from being trampled.

However, the next moment, a strange smile appeared on the little boy's face.

He opened his mouth and bit off his mother's throat.

However, even until her death, the mother did not let go of her son's hand, using her own flesh and blood to protect him from being trampled.

On the top of the tall building, young girls stood together, their braids tied together. Some of them trembled and wanted to escape, but their acupuncture points were pressed.

As one of them jumped off the building, the remaining girls also fell down. If nothing unexpected happened, these flower-like girls would turn into blood and flesh on the ground after falling from such a high place.

"Hurry up and save people!"

Yue Ling moved, her body was like thunderbolt, spanning a hundred feet, she jumped up and hugged the flower-like girls.

One of them tried to sneak attack with a knife, but she broke his neck with a click.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, the sound of plop kept ringing, as if dumplings were being cooked, and one figure after another fell from the ground and fell into blood mud on the ground.

Like blooming blood flowers.

Those painful, struggling, and longing eyes pierced her heart like a knife.

However, she was powerless.

Sons killed fathers, husbands killed wives, brothers drew their swords, brothers killed each other...

One by one, the painted skins exposed themselves, and at the cost of their lives, staged a series of human tragedies.

That night, the lanterns were still shining with blood, and the evil spirits hidden in the crowd replaced the living and messed up Yangzhou.

Yue Ling and Zhang Jiuyang had tried their best to save people, but they were also unable to do so. Too many innocent people died in this disaster.

Perhaps what hurts more than the body is the hurt from the soul.

"Big brother... Daddy... Why do you want to kill me..."

"Is it Nannan... not obedient?"

Zhang Jiuyang was in a pile of ruins, looking at the little girl who was stabbed three times and covered in blood, and was silent.

She was only four or five years old, and she couldn't understand why her dad, who had just hugged her, suddenly wanted to kill her with a knife.

Zhang Jiuyang could not answer her question, nor could he save her. Although he kept inputting his mana, he could only watch the little life gradually close its eyes.

He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to gently close her eyes, and then grabbed a handful of soil on the ground.

Even the soil was black and red, and I don’t know how much blood was mixed in it.

The Yangzhou riot lasted for a whole hour. The government sent people to come, but they couldn’t suppress it at all. Even among the people sent by the government, there were painted skins.

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling saved many people, but there were more people who died. Everywhere they looked, there were skeletons.

This was a warning from the owner of the painted skin, and also a demonstration.

“Zhang Jiuyang…”

Yue Ling was covered in blood, her makeup was gone, and her bright eyes became a little dim. For her, this experience was even more exhausting than the previous battle with the Painted Skin Master.

She entered the Imperial Observatory at the age of sixteen, and had been handling cases for many years. She had killed at least eight hundred evil spirits, if not a thousand, but what she encountered tonight was unprecedented.

Even as tough as she was, she was also greatly shocked.

The arrogance and terror of the Yellow Springs evil spirits far exceeded her imagination.

"There is a traitor among our people."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice sounded, and it was a little hoarse.

Everything was too coincidental. They had just found the important clue of Shenju Mountain and were ready to ambush and kill the Painted Skin Master, but the embroiderer immediately came to warn and protest, and she looked like a desperate dog.

You know, the Painted Skin Master's strategy in Yangzhou before was to keep a low profile as much as possible, but now he did not hesitate to expose so many painted skins and openly display them in front of the world.

This is to suppress the Imperial Observatory and save Shenju Mountain at all costs!

If Yue Ling insists on investigating, it is conceivable that they will be even crazier next time, and may even expose some high-ranking Painted Skins to cause greater damage to Daqian.

Yue Ling also thought of this. She clenched the Dragon Sparrow Knife in her hand, and said in silence for a moment: "In addition to you and me, there are Shen Tuxiong, Li Yan and Lao Gao who know the news about Shenju Mountain."

"Why is there Lao Gao?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly asked. He could understand that Shen Tuxiong and Li Yan knew the news. After all, one was the main combat force and the other was a trusted Lingtai Lang, but Lao Gao had just entered the third realm and was still Si Chen. He should not know about this.

"He is an experienced Si Chen and my trusted confidant, so I sent him to collect some information related to Shenju Mountain. I dare not go to Tianji Pavilion for this matter. After all, I don’t know if there are Painted Skins lurking there."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment. There was nothing wrong with Yue Ling’s approach, and it could even be called cautious, but even she couldn’t think that there would be a traitor among the three people.

Or, it was Painted Skin.

He sprinkled the bloody soil in his hand on the little girl, and then slowly raised his red eyes, his anger gathered uncontrollably, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

"The plan needs to change."

"Shen Tuxiong, Li Yan and Lao Gao, the devil is hiding among them, we have to find him first, and then let them..."

Zhang Jiuyang's red eyes were like fire, his anger was soaring, and he squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"