Hiding in the shadows and monitoring the official horse road, it is the ghost lady Sang Li. As for the monitoring of the waterway, a member of the Wan family guards the wind and rain covered bridge, which is also signaled by lights.

The moonlight disappeared into the thick clouds, and the ancient town was pitch black, as viscous as thick ink that could not be dissolved. The barking of dogs in the distance seems to remind people that the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, which is destined to be extraordinary!

A chaotic and turbulent sound of footsteps entered the ancient town unhindered, and before they could go far, everyone stopped in unison. The crowd moved from the left and right sides, making way for a passage, and the horses' hooves stepped on the bluestone slabs, making a 'tapping' and 'tapping' sound, and several horses walked up leisurely.

In the center are two blonde and blue-eyed Englishmen in military uniforms, and on their left hand are three people, two of whom are lamas and one is an Indian with a musket on their backs. On the right-hand side are two men, a Chinese with braided hair and a Western top hat, and an Indian with a musket on his back. The rest of the crowd was made up of Indians, British, Tibetans, lamas, monks, and a small number of Chinese with braids. It's like a ragtag army.

“The ignition！ (Ignition!) One of the Westerners waved behind him.

"Ignition!"

“The ignition！”

“इग्निशन！” (Hindi) ......"

The small leaders below have each commanded their men. There was a commotion in the rear, and some of the ragtag soldiers took out torches and lit them, and the light suddenly became bright. Suddenly, several porcelain vases or clay pots flew out of the darkness, and the person with the torch quickly jumped away, and the porcelain vases were all shattered to the ground.

The Englishman on horseback sniffed and shouted: "Is Kerosene!" Quickly put out the fire…… (It's kerosene!) Put out the fire)"

Several people with torches were about to extinguish the fire, when a noisy collision and shouting came from the darkness. Then, bricks, stones, tiles, bows and arrows, javelins, pots and pans, bottles and cans, and so on, were thrown at the crowd. The men who led the way on horseback dodged and turned their horses' heads, while the motley group of soldiers retreated and raised their muskets to fire, but many of them were still hit. Others were hit by kerosene bottles, spilled kerosene, and accidentally ignited by sparks from muskets.

The kerosene on the ground had long been ignited by the chaos of war, and in an instant, the flames were blazing. Some of the people hiding in the wooden buildings on both sides of the street were hit by muskets before they could throw out their kerosene bottles, so that the kerosene bottles were shattered and ignited. The buildings, which were made of wood, soon burst into flames, and screams were heard on both sides.

The flames caused a chain reaction, and the fire took advantage of the wind to burn bigger and bigger, and the armed men of the hidden ancient town had to take up arms and rush out. Although the miscellaneous army also suffered many casualties, they skillfully rotated to load ammunition, and those who were loaded quickly raised their guns to shoot, and the people who rushed out kept screaming and falling. However, no one flinched because of this, and still charged forward without fear of death, because they were defending their home at the moment, protecting their wives and children behind them......

There are only a few muskets in the ancient town, and they are obviously not as skilled as those used by the miscellaneous armies. The rest are knives, guns, sticks, kitchen knives, axes, wood knives, hooks, sickles, steel forks, hammers, and so on. After the hand-to-hand encounter, some of the miscellaneous troops drew their swords, and some directly smashed them with the barrels and butts of their guns.

Although the townspeople are heroic, they are not professional fighters after all, and often have to sacrifice two or three people to exchange one for the other. Just when the two sides were fighting chaotically and fiercely, there were also earth-shattering shouts, gunshots, and screams and wails from the direction of the dock. On the wind and rain covered bridge, the sentry hung on the railing on his stomach, the lantern rolled to the ground, and the blood continued to flow down the railing. The person on the high-rise building in Linjiang was leaning on the side, his face was pale, his mouth was wide open, his pupils were dilated, and he was motionless with a frightened expression.

The docks were full of dead gang members, as well as a handful of men in black, and the headquarters of the Wanjia Gang not far away was still fighting fiercely......

When the townsfolk who had not moved heard the shouts of killing, they closed the doors of their houses and trembled in terror.

On Qiao Youqing's side, a wooden table was placed with incense, candles, paper, tributes and other items as required. A simple wooden shelf behind the desk hangs a cloth curtain, and on the cloth curtain, there is a statue of the Heavenly Master. When the battle started, Qiao Youqing wanted to rush to help, but he remembered that he was the primary guardian of this central node. The reason why Mr. Cheng came to help him was because this was a simple altar, and he was also a person in this way, and it was better to have him to help than Qiao Youqing, who didn't know anything.

Helpless, Qiao Youqing had to be in a hurry. The guardians of the rest of the nodes, as soon as they heard the shouts of killing, each found a cover next to them to protect themselves. Of course, if someone wanted to destroy the place they were protecting, they would have to come out and stop it.

On the battlefield on the street, a group of lamas and monks bypassed the fierce crowd and walked away quickly, and some townspeople quickly ran after discovering it. Some of the ragtags followed and chased after them.

It didn't take long for the docks and the Wanjia Gang to regain calm, and a group of men in black scattered into twos and threes into the town. The members of the town guarding the docks and the headquarters of the Wanjia Gang were all wiped out...... In normal times, they may not be good people to Guzhen, and even occasionally bully the market; But at this moment, they are well-deserved heroes, willing to die for the sake of their homeland and fellow villagers! It seems to use their actions to tell everyone: the ancient town is our home, our family is only we can bully, outsiders want to move them, step on our corpse!

Wang Ning, who was guarding the eastern node, looked at the wooden stake nailed to the ground impatiently as soon as the sound of battle sounded, and after wandering back and forth for a few steps, he quickly ran away. He thought: It's just a stake, nailed to the ground and can't run, it doesn't hurt to go and see Huiyi and come back!

Yuan Jie in the West also seemed to be very nervous, he really didn't worry about Yuexiu being a weak woman alone. The iron nail nailed to the ground next to him was a blacksmith's chisel. Although he doesn't know much about the Tao inside, he has to keep this place by himself, and it must have a deep meaning. He used to be a person who traveled the rivers and lakes, and he can be regarded as well-informed! After thinking about it, he took out a short knife and made a cut in his arm, then smeared the chisel with blood, and found tools to drive the chisel deep into the ground, and finally covered it with dirt and compacted it......

In addition to the man guarding the south who was so frightened that he ran away directly, Yan Ling in the north also used his own methods to disguise himself. She first covered the puddle with stone slabs, and then piled up rocks, tiles, rotten wood, and all kinds of rubbish there. Eventually, she brought the night incense bucket and knocked it around, causing the stench to disperse in an instant, and then she hid nearby.

As soon as Yan Ling was hiding, a lama monk walked towards him, and when he reached the foul-smelling garbage heap, he wandered around there a few times. Several times I wanted to step into the garbage heap, but when I smelled the stench, I frowned and went back. Finally, he stopped at the edge of the garbage heap.

I saw him take out a wooden vajra of about 18 centimeters, then bend down and draw a circle on the ground with a radius of more than one meter. Next, he placed a wooden doll in the middle of the circle. He then sprinkled some white powder inside the circle, and finally took out a small bottle and dripped the liquid from the bottle into the circle. After doing this, he found a place outside the circle to sit cross-legged and chanted words into the circle.

Although Yan Ling couldn't understand what the lama monk was doing, the wooden puppet was too memorable for her. When she was in the Tianfu Official Station, the puppet that the ghost lady took when she released the ghost baby was similar in shape to that in the hands of the lama monk. She was secretly anxious, thinking of what could be done to stop the lama monk.

She moved, not expecting a piece of broken tile to be trampled under her feet. She immediately held her breath nervously, and the lama monk stood up, holding the vajra in his hand, and slowly walked towards her hiding place. Just when she was nervous and at a loss, a black cat 'meowed', Yan Ling knew that it was Lingling as soon as she heard it, and the lama monk saw the black cat running to the shadows, so he returned to the same place and sat down and continued to chant and cast spells......

The battle on the street was nearing its end after several men on horseback joined in. They drew their sabers and fell as if they were invincible. Seeing that if they continued to kill like this, they might soon be slaughtered, and the townspeople had to flee in all directions. Suddenly, there were screams, yelling, and screams from all over town! Flames also burned in several places.

The ragtag army and a few horseback leaders also scattered in pursuit, and in a dark corner, a figure flashed by. It's the ghost lady who is looking for the doll that belongs to her, and it's also her child!

At the node where Qiao Youqing and a few people were guarded, almost all the lamas and monks appeared, and Wang Ning in the east had already left, and the lama monk had a lot of strength, so he directly pulled out the stake and threw it away, and then began to do it like the monk Yan Ling saw. The lama monk who walked to the western position also went smoothly, drawing circles and placing dolls without any obstacles......

There was no one in the southern node either, just a pile of firewood blazing, crackling and exploding sparks from time to time. The lama monk found a piece of wood, and after setting aside the fire, he brought a basin of water and splashed it, and began to draw circles.

Qiao Youqing was there, and after the lama monk saw the simple altar, he rushed over directly with an angry face. Qiao Youqing stretched out his hand to stop it, and the two of them started to move without saying a word. Mr. Cheng couldn't help with the fight, so he began to burn incense and bow down at the desk. The lama monk's kung fu is average, but his strength is infinite, and he only rampages with brute force, and his fists and feet go straight to and fro. Qiao Youqing tossed and turned, flexible and changeable, sometimes fierce, sometimes cunning. After a few moves, the lama monk was knocked to the ground, and the monk stood up with a carp, folded his hands, and approached again.

As soon as they got closer, the two didn't say a word, and began to fight fiercely again. The sound of horses' hooves was heard as three figures appeared, an Englishman, two lamas and monks, and an Indian. The Indian saw the two fighting, and directly picked up the musket, but the figures of Qiao Youqing and the lama monk flashed around, and he didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately for a while.