Controlling the flood.

Since they had already decided on the next course of action,

Everyone did not delay any longer.

The village mentioned in the letter of entrustment was very far away from the capital,

It was a desolate place near the sea.

Although the place was not easy to find,

Fortunately, with Jinjian and Oro's abilities,

This was not a difficult task.

"It stinks!"

As they got closer and closer to their destination,

Oro could not help but pinch his nose,

The corners of his mouth curled up in disgust and disgust. "Such a strong fishy smell, I can smell it from afar,

Is there really no problem in this kind of place? "

Jinjian acted as if he did not hear the complaints of the evil spirit,

He sensed it slightly and then turned his gaze to a certain place. "It's over there."

"Ah?

How do you know? "The King of Erotica's nasal voice was heard.

"Humidity." Jinjian gestured for the other party to pay attention to his surroundings,

Then he commented, "You're too slow."

Oro finally seemed to understand and raised his hand to grab his hair.

Then, he was surprised to find that..,

The ends of his hair had become wet at some point.

Or rather..,

It was not just his hair..,

His collar and hem of his clothes were also stained with faint water stains.

"... I was wondering why I suddenly felt stuffy and heavy,

It's not refreshing at all. "

Oro waved his hand,

As if he wanted to disperse the water vapor around him. Then, he saw the exceptionally calm Fu Mourning God beside him. "Hey, let me tell you..,

Why are you completely fine? "

Not to mention that his body was clean..,

He did not seem to be bothered by the strong fishy smell at all.

"Could it be that you... temporarily isolated yourself from the outside world, just like the Yin Yang Master isolated the miasma?"

"Hmm?" Jinjian's forward steps paused slightly,

He glanced sideways and said, "It seems..,

You're not too stupid. "

It was not easy. The empty-headed evil spirit was actually smart for once. Should he be praised?

"..."

Oro did not seem to be happy at all from being "praised". He said with a sullen face, "I think cooperating with you is a mistake."

As the saying goes, if there's no comparison, there's no harm. Right now, he was so angry!

However, he couldn't beat him. His heart was stifled!

About half an hour later, Jinjian and Oro finally saw the village mentioned in the letter of entrustment.

"Hualahuala-"

Waves rose and fell on the vast surface of the sea, and the tide surged in wave after wave, slapping against the shore and leaving a dark mark.

The air was thick with water vapor, damp and cold, full of a chill.

Several fishing boats were anchored in the shallows by the sea.

Some of the fishing boats seemed to have been hit by a storm not long ago. Part of the hull was damaged, and the broken oars were lying weakly on the ground, gradually submerged in the soft sand.

On the high ground closest to the sea, several houses could be vaguely seen.

They stood low on high places, mostly crudely built with thatch, and a few of them piled up with stones.

It was a little extravagant to call such an existence a house, but it was not enough to shelter them from the wind and rain.

Seeing this, Jinjian frowned slightly, "It seems that their original village should have been destroyed by the flood."

The overly simple construction in front of them was probably done in a hurry after they fled from the sea and moved to the high ground.

"Oh, oh, oh!

Look! "

Oro on the side obviously also saw the lonely little village. As if he was enjoying an interesting play, he held his stomach and laughed, "This miserable scene of disaster is really delightful. Hahaha... Oh, puff!"

Before the King of Evil, who was as happy as a child, could finish laughing, Jin Jian knocked his head with his scabbard, "Don't forget what you're here for."

As the saying goes, if you don't beat someone, you will become a troublemaker.

A certain evil spirit seemed to be unable to forget his nature. He couldn't help but be happy when he saw others in trouble. He really needed to be taught a lesson.

Oro, who was hit on the head, seemed to have sobered up a little.

He moved his claws impatiently and resisted the desire to destroy the village like before. He gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I will bear with it for now. When the mission is over, I will..."

"Hmm?" Jinjian narrowed his eyes dangerously, and a sharp murderous aura swept past him like a blade.

Oro was startled. He immediately bit his tongue and endured the pain, "I will... will, will help them build more houses!"

Jin Jian looked at the King of Diluo quietly when he heard that. He stared at the King of Diluo until the latter's forehead was sweating. Then, he slowly shifted his gaze and said faintly, "I hope you can keep your promise."

Oro cowered instantly, "Of course, of course!"

Then, Jinjian did not delay any longer. He brought Oro, who was temporarily obedient, straight to the village.

It was rare for strangers to come to the small fishing village that was isolated from the rest of the world. Therefore, almost at the moment Jinjian and Oro stepped into the village, they successfully attracted the attention of many people.

Jinjian was keenly aware of the gazes coming from all directions. Some came from the gaps between the doors and windows, some came from the dark corners, and some came from behind the piles of debris.

However, these people only maintained an attitude of watching. They hid in the shadows far away, like snails hiding in their shells. They had no intention of showing themselves at all.

It was not until a moment later that an old man with white hair and a wrinkled face walked out in this overly strange silence with a cane.

"I am the village chief of this village," the old man mumbled incoherently and raised his trembling hand, "May I ask who you are..."

"We are from the capital," Jinjian handed over a piece of paper without changing his expression, "This is Yinyang Liao's power of attorney."

"..."

The old man was stunned at first, then hurriedly took the power of attorney. After confirming it several times, he was finally sure that this was the petition that they had spent a lot of effort to send out.

Following that, the old man's gaze paused on the clear bellflower seal at the bottom right corner of the table. After three seconds of silence, he suddenly raised his voice, and his trembling voice was filled with ecstasy, "This is indeed … everyone! Our request has been accepted! This is the lord from the Yin-Yang Hukou of the capital! We're saved!!!"

The moment the old man's voice fell, the originally silent village suddenly seemed to come alive.

Accompanied by a burst of noise, large groups of people ran out from their hiding places and gathered like waves towards Jinjian and Oro.

"Hahaha, I told you they weren't bad people!"

"Wow, as expected of a lord from the capital. His aura is so strong. I didn't even dare to make a sound just now."

"The one with silver hair is so... so beautiful. Is he really human?"

"I think they are probably the shikigami of some Yinyang Master?

After all, the one with horns on his head... I don't know why, but I feel a little scared. I was scared to death just now. I thought I was going to be eaten! "

"It doesn't matter if he is a shikigami or a Yinyang Master. For a remote and desolate place like ours... it's great that we can get help!"

...

Chattering sounds of discussion rang out incessantly. Everyone had a pleasantly surprised look on their faces after surviving a disaster. It was as if a drowning person had grabbed onto a life-saving straw. Their nerves that had been stretched taut for a long time suddenly relaxed.

Jinjian was very calm about this, but Oro was gradually getting impatient. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a big boss standing next to him, he would have shouted "these little bugs are so annoying!" while coldly and violently slaughtering them.

Fortunately, just as Oro's patience was about to reach its limit, Jinjian, who had been quiet all this time, said, "This matter should not be delayed. I hope to understand the specific situation here as soon as possible."

The village chief, who had slowly recovered from the initial excitement, heard this and hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes. The flood is more important. Please come with me, sirs."

The village chief dismissed the group of people who still wanted to continue admiring the beauty (beauty) of the (world) capital (Jian) and personally led Jinjian and Oro to the seaside.

"I remember that at the beginning, the tide didn't rise so much. Everyone thought it was just a normal tide.

But as time passed, the tide continued to rise, and there was no sign of it receding. "

The village chief sighed and pointed regretfully at a shoal in the distance that had already been submerged by the sea. "That was where our village used to be, but now it has been destroyed."

Jinjian thought for a moment, "Was it submerged by the water?"

"No.

Although according to the current situation, it was indeed submerged by the sea, but in fact, before the sea rose there, the village was destroyed in an attack by demons.

After that, in order to avoid the demons and the tide, we took the opportunity to move to the high ground now. "

"Attack by demons?"

Oro, who was bored to death, finally heard a topic that interested him. He immediately became interested, "What kind of demon was it? Was it strong?"

"Uh, this … I've never seen his real body, but he called himself Kaibō." The village chief wiped his sweat and said with a trembling voice.

"Kaibō …"

Oro went through the various demon kings and ghost kings he knew in his mind, and finally confirmed that this guy was not among them. He then looked at Jinjian, "Do you know him?"

"Haruaki Abe mentioned him before."

Haruaki Abe had traveled everywhere in his early years, and basically knew one or two of the famous demons. When he came to the Sanjō family, he often chatted with Jinjian. As for the reason — there were too many demons who spoke ill of their deeds, he was worried that Jinjian would meet one day and not recognize it, and mistakenly kill a good person.

After all, in Haruaki Abe's eyes, no matter how powerful those demons were, in front of Jinjian, they were all pitiful weaklings. → _ →

— What a worrisome thing!

"Kaibō. Although he looks like a ferocious guy, he's actually a good demon."

Jinjian recalled what Haruaki Abe had said before, "It's said that he will always raise huge waves before the storm, and drive the fishing boats back to land to prevent them from being drowned by the wind and rain."

"I think that the reason he destroyed your village is to force you to flee to the high ground to avoid the flood."

"This …" The village chief was speechless for a long time. It was probably the first time he met a demon with such a strange brain circuit.

"What is that? What a boring guy."

Oro curled his lips in disdain, "But from what you said, this flood should have nothing to do with him."

"It really has nothing to do with him.

With his ability, it's not enough to change the tides of the entire sea. "

Jinjian muttered to himself for a moment, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the sea.

"… What do you want to do?"

"Find Kaibō."

"Wait, didn't you say that this has nothing to do with him?"

"Yes, but — he's a rare clue, so I have to find him and ask."

After all, Kaibō was a demon that lived in this sea, and it was very likely that he knew some inside information.

Realizing this, the King of Cruelty hurriedly chased after him. At the same time, the corners of his mouth curled up inexplicably and he moved his fingertips eagerly. It was hard to tell if he was hinting in an evil or excited manner, "I say, a monster that lives in the sea won't come out obediently just because I yelled once or twice."

Jinjian heard this and looked at him. His golden eyes were as clear as a mirror, as if he had already seen through the demon's thoughts, "Then, what do you want to do?"

"Think of a way to make him come to us." For example, make a mess of the sea and force him to come out!

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"Not a bad idea," Jinjian nodded, then looked at Oro, "Then, I'll leave this matter to you."

"No problem, don't worry, leave it to me … Pfff!"

Before Oro could show off his strength, he was sent flying by a familiar scabbard. Then, he was sent flying and fell into the sea like a meteor.

Oro was dumbfounded: Wait, aren't we allies?!

The village chief seemed to be shocked. After a long time, he stammered, "That lord, he went to …"

"He went to find Kaibō." Jinjian's expression was normal as he answered concisely.

"Ah?

This … this big sea, I'm afraid it won't be easy to find him? "

To be honest, the village chief suspected that he would drown on the way.

Jinjian heard this and narrowed his eyes, "If he can't find him, he doesn't need to come back."

Although Oro was on the side of good and evil, it was undeniable that his strength was barely passable.

The village chief didn't seem to believe it, but he was intimidated by Jinjian's power and didn't dare to speak for a while. He just stared nervously at the sea.

Then, in the next moment, a purple-black light suddenly broke through the calm sea. The area of the light continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, it broke through the clouds and reached the sky like a pillar.

The pillar was surrounded by a dense ghostly aura, occasionally flashing with an ominous scarlet color. At the same time, there seemed to be the hoarse laughter and howls of countless evil spirits, making one's hair stand on end.

"This is …!"

The village chief was shocked speechless. In fact, if he had been to the capital, he probably would have known that this scene was exactly the same as the one at the ceremony not long ago.

The air seemed to thin all of a sudden. The originally smooth breathing became difficult, as if there was a force choking the throat.

The village chief endured and his face gradually turned from an abnormal red to a pale white.

Jinjian looked at the expanding ghost domain in the distance and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Arrogant guy."

Once the rope was released, he recklessly released his power without any restraint. He really needed to be taught a lesson.

Jinjian raised the odachi in his hand and then pushed the scabbard away.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The sea that was still surging with wind and clouds a moment ago, as if it was forcibly suppressed by some force, returned to calmness in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the ghostly aura in the air seemed to be unwilling, and the faint ghost cry became heavier and more ear-piercing.

Jinjian seemed to sneer. Then, he suddenly pulled out his body, after a little accumulation of power, he threw the odachi out.

The swords and sabers shot out like arrows.

A bright trace was left in the sky. The sharp sword aura cut through the thin air, and there was a high-pitched sound, like a white phoenix fluttering its wings.

"Buzz —"

Finally, the odachi reached the center of the ghost domain. The originally arrogant sword aura suddenly retracted and seemed to have calmed down.

However, in the next moment, the odachi that had just calmed down seemed to have finished accumulating power. It suddenly burst out with an even more terrifying power, and it suppressed the ghostly aura without allowing any resistance.

This was like a one-sided tug of war — —

The Ghost Qi below, which was originally filled with an imposing aura, fluttered a few times symbolically before dissipating as if it had no more strength to continue.

The remaining ghostly aura carefully avoided the sword in the air, with a very obvious intention of showing weakness.

However, Jinjian indicated that he did not fall for this trick at all — —

The fingertips hanging by his side moved slightly, and the odachi in his body understood and changed direction according to the will of the Fu Mourning God.

The sharp tip of the sword pointed straight at the sea. Then, with a fierceness that seemed to tear through time and space, it fell straight into the sea from the high sky, and shot toward the source of the ghostly aura — — shooting!

"Boom!"

Huge waves rose into the sky, and an unknown power surged out. The power that could topple mountains and overturn seas brewed from the deep sea.

The earth seemed to shake, but in the next second, it returned to calmness as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong, what happened?!"

The old village chief, who was dumbfounded the whole time, tried his best to stabilize himself. He held his waist and looked around in panic, "Sea, Kaibō, have you found him?"

Jinjian leaned on the scabbard, looked at the sea, and said indifferently, "Isn't he here now?"

He saw a figure walking out of the sea.

— — Actually, it was a little inappropriate to say that he walked, because it was more like he was rolling and crawling away.

The person who came was fat, his face was like a fish head, and a pair of big bulging eyes. At first glance, he did not look like a human.

And now, this guy who did not look like a human was running toward them with tears in his eyes, sobbing and wobbling.

"Kaibō?" When the other party was almost in front of him, Jinjian asked slowly.

"Yes, yes, yes, I am Kaibō."

When Kaibō saw the Fu Mourning God, he immediately burst into tears. He hugged the broken staff in his arms tightly, and his voice was choked with sobs, like a pitiful little boy who had just endured the wind and rain.

— — He really was pitiful.

After all, two big bosses had just fought in front of his house, and as a fish in the pond, Kaibō said that if he did not run fast enough, he would have died in minutes.

The scene was a little painful to the eyes, but Jinjian appeared very calm and went straight to the point, "I have something to ask you."

"Please wait a moment."

Kaibō suppressed the fear in his heart and said with a trembling voice, "Actually, before I came ashore, the red-haired lord wanted me to talk to you, said … said that he already knows his mistake, and if you can let him out."

When he thought of the evil spirit that was violently suppressed by a large katana that fell from the sky, Kaibō was terrified of the Fu Mourning God's power, but at the same time, he could not help but admire him. — — Demons all believed in the strong, and the Fu Mourning God in front of him … — — was definitely the strongest he had seen in his hundred years of life, there was no other!

Jinjian naturally knew about Oro's situation. He was most likely nailed to the bottom of the sea and could not move.

— — Forgetting the pain after the scar healed, this was definitely a true portrayal of Oro.

Since that was the case, he might as well let him stay injured.

Thus, Jinjian did not even look up and said coldly, "Don't worry about him, answer my question first."

"… Okay, okay.

Please ask. "