dmims Chapter 102: The Sea-Suppressing Iron Bullet, the Green Thread Passing Through the Wrist
Chapter 102: The Sea-Suppressing Iron Bullet, the Green Thread Passing Through the Wrist
The iron in Zhenhai rose half an inch from the bottom of the pit.
The four elm wedges split open, and the two iron nails were bent.
The copper coins that Tang Wanqing had placed outside the formation all jumped up, the red threads stretched taut, and sections of the threads turned black.
Blood lines seeped from Zhou Banxian's compass in the Heavenly Pool.
He glanced down, the cursing sound stuck in his throat.
"The energy doesn't flow like that... This is because the formation doesn't recognize its location."
Tieguai Li pounced on him and used his iron chain to bind Zhenhai Tie's lower back.
"Zhou brothers, zipper!"
Zhou's cousin rushed over, grabbed the end of the chain, and wrapped it around the wheel.
"Is this iron going to fly?"
Cheng Xiaojin's hands were still pressed on the Zhenhai Iron, and the blue color below his wrists was rising upwards.
"It can't fly."
He gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"I'm still here."
Tang Wanqing shouted, "Let go!"
"If you let go, you'll really fly."
Master Ma walked to the diagram and looked down at the three broken lines.
"Xiao Jin, explain clearly, where is it being rejected?"
"Seven steps and three inches is correct."
Cheng Xiaojin bit her tongue, and a little blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.
"Three and a half inches is also correct."
Zhou Banxian stared at the compass.
"What's still missing?"
"Primitive numbers".
The blue line on the back of Cheng Xiaojin's hand extends past his wrist.
"Someone placed a flawed base under the accurate measurements. The accuracy was seven steps and three inches, and the underwater angle was also accurate, but they all fit on that flawed base."
As Zhenhai Iron was recognizing the stakes, it was being pushed outwards by the misaligned forces.
Both forces passed through Cheng Xiaojin's palm; if he deviated even slightly, the first broken root that had just been reattached would be torn apart.
Tang Wanqing's face was deathly pale.
"The backlash will start with your hand; if you keep going, your hand will be ruined."
Cheng Xiaojin grinned.
"Miss Tang, please use a fresher term. My hand has never been in good condition since I left Panjiayuan."
Tieguai Li roared, "Stop joking! How are you going to stop?"
Cheng Xiaojin looked at the remaining iron scale fragments of the protective pile.
"Iron Scales".
Master Ma said, "Iron Scale can't hold on."
"Just one bite is enough."
Cheng Xiaojin raised his left hand, while his right hand was still pressing down on the Zhenhai Iron.
As soon as his left hand left the iron surface, Zhenhai Iron pushed upwards again, and the iron chain was pulled and made a sound.
Zhou's cousin was pulled forward half a step.
Tieguai Li lunged forward and grabbed the iron chain.
"Hurry up!"
Cheng Xiaojin picked up the remaining iron scale fragments of the protective pile with his left hand.
Tang Wanqing tried to stop her, but stopped halfway through her outstretched hand.
He stuffed the iron scales between the Zhenhai Iron and the pit entrance, wedging them on the line where the backlash was most intense.
"Brother, help me out one more time."
Iron scales clung to the iron body.
The afterimage of the stake protector floated briefly on the iron surface.
The afterimage didn't speak, but simply bowed slightly to Zhenhai Iron.
The next instant, the iron scales split in two.
The cracking sound was very crisp.
Cheng Xiaojin's yang-absorbing power was blocked, and he leaned back, only to be pulled back by the Zhenhai Iron.
Tang Wanqing's eyes were red, and the red thread in her hand dug into her palm.
"The stake protectors have left."
Zhou Banxian smashed the wine pot into the mud.
"Damn it, it guarded the pit for six hundred years, and in the end, it shielded us."
Tieguai Li's eyes turned red. "Then let's not let him block for nothing."
Cheng Xiaojin looked down at the fragments of iron scales.
"Yes."
Mr. Lin was standing on the outer edge, having already retreated to the side of the car.
His men dared not approach.
The black wooden box where the insects were released was still emitting black smoke. A gust of wind blew some of the insect ash inside and it stuck to the edge of a man in black's shoe. The man immediately kicked back.
Seeing the Zhenhai Iron rebound, Boss Lin suddenly spoke.
"Boss Cheng, if we can't get back to the factory today, there's no point in you trying to hold on any longer."
Cheng Xiaojin looked up at him.
Why are you running?
Boss Lin didn't look too good.
"I will not contend with the gate of death."
"That's a sophisticated way of putting it."
Cheng Xiaojin smiled through gritted teeth, "To translate, it means they're scared."
Boss Lin didn't take it. He looked at the Zhenhai Iron that was half-buried by the edge of the pit, and then at Cheng Xiaojin's bluish-white hands.
That moment was very short.
But the lid of the teacup in Master Ma's hand clattered again.
Mr. Lin turned and got into the car. His secretary followed with his briefcase, but slipped and the corner of the briefcase hit the car door.
The one with the nose scar last looked at Cheng Xiaojin.
Cheng Xiaojin glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and her lips moved slightly.
"Seven days."
He tightened his grip on the hand hidden in the sleeve of his nose scar, then turned and followed.
Tang Wanqing ignored Boss Lin.
She put all the remaining copper coins into the third layer of the array.
"I want to shatter the formation."
Zhou Banxian said, "If it breaks, you'll get hurt too."
"We can't worry about that now."
Master Ma said in a deep voice, "Crush."
Tang Wanqing pressed down on the red thread with both hands.
One copper coin after another cracked open, and with each crack, the ash water at the pit receded an inch.
Tieguai Li wrapped the iron chain around the wheel and then used a wrench to jam it.
"Zhou brothers, step on the brakes! Don't let the car skid!"
Zhou's cousin got into the driver's seat and pressed the brake pedal all the way down.
The old bread cart was shaking from being pulled by the iron chain, and the Zhenhai iron was still pushing it upwards.
Cheng Xiaojin lowered his right hand by half an inch.
Xin Jinqi was squeezed out of his palm and sent under the Zhenhai Iron.
Tang Wanqing said urgently, "Don't send any more!"
"A third breath."
Zhou the fortune teller shouted, "What can you do in three breaths?"
"Seal 30%."
Master Ma looked at him.
"Little Jin".
Cheng Xiaojin did not turn around.
"Uncle Ma, Aunt Zhang has already counted to one hundred and forty-six. I can't just give the pit back to it like this."
He placed both hands on the Zhenhai Iron.
The blue line crossed the wrist and climbed up the forearm by one finger.
He forcefully pushed Zhenhai Iron back to the bottom of the pit.
Take a breath.
The gray water in the old pit shrank into the soil, and the mud from the corpses at the edge of the pit stopped bubbling.
Two breaths.
The fishy smell from the overgrown slope dissipated, and the sound of water from the ditch outside the abandoned orchard subsided.
Three breaths.
At the break point of the third water vein, 30% was sealed by iron gas.
The bloodline on Zhou Banxian's compass stopped.
The last circle of Tang Wanqing's copper coin formation shattered.
Tieguai Li's iron chain was straightened, and the wheel left a deep mark in the mud.
Cheng Xiaojin exhaled a breath stained with blood.
"Alright."
The Zhenhai Iron was ejected from the bottom of the pit.
The iron chain snapped as it was pulled, and the iron body slammed into the mud at the edge of the pit, half of it still pressing against the broken end.
Cheng Xiaojin was thrown aside and fell into the wet mud. Tang Wanqing rushed over, but her hand stopped in mid-air.
He was covered in mud.
She put a dry cloth under her arm before daring to put her hand on his shoulder.
"Cheng Xiaojin".
Cheng Xiaojin did not respond.
His hands were tucked outside his sleeves, and his wrists and below were all dark blue, with no color in his fingertips.
Tieguai Li crawled over.
"Little Gold".
Zhou Banxian knelt beside him, using his compass to block the gray water crawling up from the ground.
"Don't get it wet, quickly get a dry cloth."
Master Ma squatted down and reached out to check Cheng Xiaojin's breath.
"It's still breathing."
Tieguai Li cursed, "Nonsense, he still owes me wages."
Tang Wanqing wrapped Cheng Xiaojin's hands with dry towels layer by layer.
"Return to Beijing immediately, fourth time soaking hands."
Zhou Banxian looked at the old pit.
"Zhenhai Railway didn't make it back."
Master Ma whispered, "Seal off 30%."
Tieguai Li looked up. "What's that?"
Master Ma looked at the Zhenhai Iron, which was half-buried at the edge of the pit.
"It wasn't a wasted trip."
The car headlights in the distance began to fade.
Boss Lin's men left very quickly.
As a car turned, a small bronze plaque fell into the mud.
Tieguai Li, supporting himself with his prosthetic leg, went over and used an iron hook to lift him up.
"What's this?"
One side of the bronze plaque is engraved with an ouroboros, and the other side has a single character.
Shen.
When Zhou Banxian saw the words, his face immediately darkened.
"The old man surnamed Shen from the Nanyang trade route."
Master Ma did not respond.
Tang Wanqing looked down at the unconscious Cheng Xiaojin.
"Take him away first."
From the depths of the old pit, a very faint heartbeat could be heard.
Boom!
The lightning-struck wooden abacus made a sound in the toolbox.
When Tieguai Li opened it, he saw that the three beads and the seven beads moved at the same time.