Chapter 92

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Fu Tianqiu? Chu Ci turned his head and sized up this spirited official. From his attire and appearance, it seemed he had not yet been framed and imprisoned. He hadn't expected to meet him here.

"Chu Ci, and my sister Chu Zhen, and my junior sister Wei Lan." Chu Ci, not one to refuse a friendly gesture, especially from a high-ranking official like Fu Tianqiu, gave him a proper look and introduced himself with the fake identity he had prepared.

"Ah, it's Daoist Chu, my apologies, my apologies."

Fu Tianqiu, being a high-ranking official, was indeed eloquent. During the time Chu Ci waited for noon, he managed to change Chu Ci's initial impression of them with his words. Of course, his words were not without the intention of recruiting, but Chu Ci politely declined. After all, he was just a passing traveler and would leave this world after completing his mission.

As they spoke, two women in white descended from the convoy and approached Fu Tianqiu, addressing him as "Father."

"Oh, right, these are my daughters Qingfeng and Yuechi. They are accompanying me on this inspection tour of the border provinces. It's quite hard on them." Fu Tianqiu introduced them to Chu Ci as well.

Fu Qingfeng? Fu Yuechi? Now even the female lead from the second part of "A Chinese Ghost Story" has appeared. Chu Ci began to feel something was off. Although he hadn't yet connected it to the concept of "cause and effect," thinking about Ning, Chu Ci felt that the plot developments were indeed tightly woven and somewhat unexpectedly compact.

Both Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi were graceful and refined young ladies. Oh, no, that's not right. Judging from their shoulders and steps, they should be skilled martial artists. This was something Wei Lan told Chu Ci through telepathy; otherwise, with his own eyes, he really couldn't tell.

"Nice to meet you, Daoist." Without wielding weapons, Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi, being daughters of officials, gracefully bowed, their eyes clear and bright, like a gentle spring breeze, making it hard to associate them with the later martial demeanor of bowing and clasping fists.

"Too kind." Zhenzi, who often watched various TV dramas in her own world, was more proactive compared to Wei Lan, who was at a loss and could only passively follow Chu Ci's instructions after entering the cycle space. She stepped forward to help the two women up, complimented their beauty, and started a conversation. Being young women, they quickly hit it off.

Wei Lan, seeing this, could only feel frustrated. After all, her mixed East-West face, though beautiful and delicate, with her silver hair, made her look like a strange and unusual person, and people of this era dared not get too close.

As soon as noon arrived, Chu Ci immediately took out the magic puppets and enchanted puppets from his pocket (don't ask why he put them away after the demolition; maintaining their form doesn't consume energy!). The lifelike, human-like magic puppets, the various postures and fierce enchanted puppets, emerged from the black and white light between Chu Ci's fingers. The martial and spell officials stood in front of Chu Ci, while the large enchanted eagle, enchanted spider, and enchanted gargoyle, which were massive, stirred up strong winds. There were also over a dozen temporary puppets, which, though lacking skills, could still serve as laborers. Additionally, there were over a dozen catapults, which Chu Ci had created using the alchemical array underground as demolition tools. After all, using firearms in front of Fu Tianqiu would be hard to imagine the consequences.

Of course, to use the catapults, he needed to prepare projectiles. Chu Ci, referencing historical examples, created various types of hard stone projectiles, flammable oil projectiles, and iron-spiked projectiles. He had originally wanted to make some ballistae, but the giant corpse began to struggle and burrow underground, so he abandoned that idea.

"Transforming beans into soldiers? Creating things from nothing?" Fu Tianqiu exclaimed in surprise, his gaze toward Chu Ci becoming even more respectful. Indeed, he was a high-ranking Daoist.

"Demolish the house!" Chu Ci waved his hand, and the puppets immediately sprang into action. Some loaded the stone projectiles, others pulled the ropes. The flying enchanted eagle and enchanted gargoyle directly grabbed two barrels of oil and flew toward the main house.

"Daoist, what are you doing?" Fu Tianqiu, who had just marveled at the wonders of the "Daoist arts," was somewhat taken aback by the sudden siege-like scene.

"Oh, just being cautious. The monster in this house is a dry corpse that transformed into a giant corpse due to lingering resentment after death. It's very powerful, but no matter how strong a monster is, if it hasn't mastered the Dao of Yin and Yang, it will fear sunlight. By demolishing the house and letting sunlight in, I can easily eliminate the giant corpse."

As he spoke, a test catapult was already launched. With a loud "bang," the stone projectile flew into the sky, arced, and struck the wall of the main house. The corpse's aura could only maintain a rough outline and couldn't turn the brick walls into concrete. Moreover, the corpse's aura was corrosive, and the stone projectile immediately created a large hole.

The stone projectile seemed to hit its mark, and the giant corpse inside the house suddenly let out an angry roar, like a wailing ghost, piercing the ears and causing a headache.

"Plug your ears!" Chu Ci's expression changed, and he quickly made two cotton balls to plug his ears. The others also tore strips of cloth from their clothes to block their ears.

"How dare the monster be so audacious!" Chu Ci waved his hand again, and the catapults, now set to the correct angle, launched several stone projectiles into the sky, whistling as they flew toward the main house. The way he dealt with the monster was rare in the world.

"Boom, boom, boom~~~"

The stone projectiles almost completely demolished the walls and roof of the house. The intense sunlight shone through the roof, and Chu Ci could hear the giant corpse's roar filled with pain.

Is it done? Impossible. Chu Ci, not receiving any notification from the main god about completing a side quest, immediately waved his hand again, ordering the oil to be thrown.

Two barrels of oil were dropped into the house by the enchanted eagle and enchanted gargoyle. After the noise, the giant corpse quickly found them and destroyed them, covering its hands and feet with the black oil.

All of this was observed by a small, unassuming bird. Receiving the feedback, Chu Ci immediately had the puppets switch to special projectiles made of bamboo and cloth, each containing a jar of oil. The cloth was soaked in oil, lit, and the catapults launched them, turning them into fireballs that flew into the main house, igniting a raging fire.

Red flames began to spread along the pillars and gradually climbed the roof beams. The main house, long eroded by corpse aura, was extremely damp. The wet wood, burning, produced thick black smoke. If it were anyone else, they might not have cared. But who was Chu Ci? A meticulous person would certainly have considered this. The spell official stepped forward, chanted a spell, and a strong wind blew away the thick smoke. Even if a faint shadow remained, it could not support the giant corpse's overwhelming corpse aura. The giant corpse's large foot, which had just stepped out of the door, immediately developed blisters in the sunlight, causing it to quickly retreat.

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