Chapter 112 Major Event : Dragon Ninja War (VI)
Three minutes ago, in a restroom inside a cinema on the fifth floor of Vientiane City.

"Are you coming?"

Bai Qiuwu heard some noises coming from the audience passage, so he covered his hair with the hood of his long metal windbreaker and quickly put on a monkey mask on his face.

Then he placed the golden cudgel diagonally behind his back, slowly raised his eyes, and a dark golden flame ignited in his pupils.

She walked out of the bathroom and walked along the edge of the audience passage.

However, just after taking two steps forward, a tall and thin figure wearing a black robe and a devil mask on his face came from the corner in front.

Van Gogh held a flute between his index and middle fingers and stopped at the end of the narrow corridor, exuding an unfriendly aura.

"Black Wukong." He said, "I didn't expect to meet this kind of person. It seems that the day set by the sect master is not very auspicious."

Black Goku pulled his phone out of the pocket of his metal windbreaker, quickly typing on a memo before lifting the screen.

"who are you?"

Van Gogh replied: "It doesn't matter who I am, but I can't let you get close to this theater."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his left index finger, middle finger and ring finger, and pressed the three holes at the front of the flute respectively, while his thumb supported the bottom of the flute. The fingering of the right hand was the same as that of the left hand, with the palm facing up and the thumb placed in the middle of the back of the flute as a fulcrum, while the other four fingers were responsible for pressing the holes at the back.

Black Monkey King rushed forward, like a silver and black lightning slashing towards Van Gogh, and the end of the golden hoop grinded a dark golden groove on the ground.

But at this moment, Van Gogh aligned the mouth of the flute with his lower lip, and then tilted the flute slightly so that the mouth of the flute touched the upper lip.

He gently pressed the different holes with his left and right fingertips and blew softly.

As the flute sounded, Black Monkey King swung his golden cudgel diagonally upwards. The powerful force created sparks in the air and set off a fierce cudgel wind. The head of the cudgel pointed directly at Van Gogh's chest.

The next moment, she only hit an illusory phantom, and the opponent turned into a puff of dust and disappeared.

Amid the leisurely sound of the flute, Black Wukong placed his stick diagonally behind him, stood at attention, turned his head and looked around, trying to use his fiery eyes to find Van Gogh's location.

However, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, as if I had suddenly arrived in another world.

She saw herself standing on the top of a tall building, walking on a tightrope that looked like a single-plank bridge.

Black Goku was stunned for a second, trying his best to keep his balance on the thin rope, and looked towards the other side.

But at that moment, the rope under her feet broke, and she fell downwards. Her long black hair and hood were blown up, and the howling wind made her fair face hurt slightly.

No matter how she called out for the Somersault Cloud, it disappeared. She could only watch the asphalt road in her pupils getting closer and closer.

But in the end, just before she was about to fall to the earth, she suddenly disappeared.

When Black Goku opened his eyes again, he looked around and found himself standing on the edge of the top of a volcano.

She walked forward along the narrow path, looking down. The volcano was about to erupt. The smoke rose into the sky like a winged demon, dyeing the world leaden.

The rock surface cracked and gradually turned red-gold, as if a giant snake that had been sleeping underground for tens of millions of years had awakened and was wriggling at the bottom of the volcano.

A loud rumbling sound came from the interior of the volcano, and the magma flowed like the Yangtze River. In an instant, it turned into a red-gold column of fire that shot straight into the sky, roaring and opening up the dark world.

Black Wukong's figure was swallowed by the flame pillar, with no place to hide. She held the golden hoop horizontally in front of her, raised her right arm to protect her face, and squinted her eyes.

When she came to her senses, she came to a snowy area.

He looked around in confusion, his legs below the knees buried deep in the snow, and he walked forward with difficulty, as if he was about to be swallowed up by the snowdrift.

She took off her monkey mask and exhaled large gulps of white air.

I turned my head and looked at the deep mountains and wild ridges covered in snow. The pine forest on the mountainside was like a white sea, and the leaves swayed gently in the wind, making rustling sounds.

Black Wukong stood in the snow, staring at the white world in a daze. But the next moment, the snow mountain collapsed and her body was swallowed by the avalanche.

She gasped for breath, raised her eyes, and found herself back in the dim audience passage.

The hidden weapon that flew towards her slashed through her metal windbreaker, tore off a corner of her monkey mask, and left a bloody mark on her fair face.

At the same time, Van Gogh once again held the flute with both hands and began to play.

Before Bai Qiuwu could recover from the shock, he was caught off guard and fell into hallucination, as if he had entered a repeating cycle. The surrounding environment changed between cities, volcanoes, and snowfields.

Finally, she closed her eyes on the top of the snowy mountain and entered the palace of consciousness in her mind.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a dark space, like a huge prison. In the shadows opposite the iron net was the strange figure of No. 1.

Yellow hair, golden hoop, golden eyes, fiery eyes, pointed mouth and monkey cheeks.

Sun Wukong slowly raised his eyes and looked at Bai Qiuwu through the iron net. He sneered and said, "I have never taught such a shameful disciple like you."

"I don't understand why the Fire Eyes and Golden Eyes can't see through his illusion?"

Bai Qiuwu approached the iron net and asked Him.

"Haha, silly girl, this little illusion is difficult for you? It is a magic in your mind, not a trick to fool people. Besides, your Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils are not practiced to the fullest, how can they compare to my magical power, Sun Wukong? You still need to practice more."

Bai Qiuwu hugged his right knee with his left hand and rested his chin with his right hand, and asked softly.

"So is there any way I can deal with it?"

"If you really want to say it... I, Old Sun, have two tricks."

"what?"

"The first method is to take advantage of the moment you are awake, stretch out your fingers and deafen your ears. Then you can't hear the flute, and you won't fall for the trick of the boy in black robe."

"I'll consider it," Bai Qiuwu sighed, "What about the second method?"

"Tightening curse."

Sun Wukong slowly uttered these three words.

Bai Qiuwu was stunned for two seconds, then tilted her head towards him: "Are you making me laugh?"

She thought, in Journey to the West, wasn't the golden hoop the means used by Tang Monk to control Sun Wukong? What use could it be at a time like this?
"No, using the golden hoop to stimulate your brain may help break his illusion." Sun Wukong said disdainfully.

"Then I'll try it, you teach me."

"It's not difficult. Listen carefully to me..." Sun Wukong grinned, "Teach that black-robed kid a lesson. Don't let me down. Do you understand?"

After a while, Black Wukong opened her eyes again and returned to the audience passage illuminated by cold lights. She raised her golden cudgel and used it to deflect a lead-gray dagger that was flying towards her.

Looking up, at the moment when Van Gogh was about to play the flute, she placed her right hand wrapped in a metal arm guard against her forehead and muttered something softly.

Then, rows of golden scriptures emerged from thin air, rotating around her head, shrinking like a circle of golden hoops, and expanding like a halo. Black Wukong held his forehead and groaned gloomily. The severe pain from her brain gradually awakened every sluggish brain nerve.

The illusion is gone.

All he had was the rage that was accumulating in his chest, like a wild beast, waiting to burst forth and be released...

"how is this possible?"

Van Gogh looked at this scene, frowned slightly, and let go of the flute in shock.

Black Goku raised his eyes that were burning with red-gold flames and stared at him deeply.

She held her forehead with one hand, maintaining the release of the tight hoop curse, while the Samadhi True Fire roared forward, burning the walls along the way. The LED light tube on the ceiling popped and splashed sparks.

The lights flickered, and eventually the entire corridor fell into darkness.

In the pitch-dark world, the only thing left was the bright red trail drawn by the Samadhi True Fire in the air.

Van Gogh put the flute into his wide sleeves and retreated to the right with agility.

At this moment, due to the dim surroundings, his attention was almost entirely focused on the flame. But he could also feel another powerful kinetic energy shooting towards him.

So at the moment when the two forces attacked him, his body turned into a puff of dust and dissipated, appearing in the distance.

However, at this moment, a dark golden stick came straight at him, pierced through his right chest, grazed his heart and nailed him to the wall.

Van Gogh lowered his head and covered his chest with his hands. The evil ghost mask on his face fell off, revealing a pale face.

"How is it possible? You are here... Then what about the two powers I just felt, one of which is the Samadhi True Fire, what is the other one?"

"Somersault Cloud." Black Wukong leaned close to his ear and answered his question, "In the dark, you couldn't tell where I was, so you mistook the Somersault Cloud for my movements."

Hearing this, Van Gogh turned his head in a daze, only to see a rolling black cloud hovering in a corner of the audience passage - Black Wukong had used this as a sleight of hand to deceive his senses in the darkness.

At this moment, his eyes were bulging, bloodshot pupils, and his lips were moving as he uttered words.

"Let me live."

"It seems that you are good for nothing except illusion."

Black Wukong sneered, then pulled out the golden cudgel from his chest and smashed it on his head, knocking him unconscious.

Then he controlled the somersault cloud to his feet, stepped on it, leaned forward slightly, and quickly rushed towards Theater No. 5.

After a moment, she used the tip of her golden cudgel to force open the door of the theater. Looking up, she saw only two figures in the desolate theater.

"You are……"

Black Goku frowned slightly and stared at the gray figure in the theater.

The strange thing spread its hands, slowly got up from the ground, twisted its head that had just been stuck with the spider web, and said without turning its head: "It's a pity that you are a step late."

"Where's my brother?"

Black Goku lowered his face and asked almost word by word.

The strange creature sighed, turned its head to look at Black Goku, and pointed at the hole in the theater.

"Ms. Son Goku, your brother was thrown into the street by those ninjas. I tried my best, but I couldn't save him. I only killed one ninja."

As it spoke, it pointed at the tattered red ninja uniform and the pool of blood on the ground: "That ninja was very strong. My head almost fell off."

The strange thing sighed, raised its head, and put it back on its neck.

"Answer me, why did those ninjas want to capture him?"

Black Goku growled coldly.

"Your brother is on the Lauderhua Commercial Street. You will know when you see him." Little Red Riding Hood said, "I advise you to move faster, otherwise he will be killed by those ninjas soon."

"You again?"

"Magical girl, Little Red Riding Hood."

"Magical girl……"

Speaking of magical girls, Bai Qiuwu immediately thought of Bai Zini who was still in Vientiane City. He knew that with her personality, she would definitely transform into the magical girl Huijin and fight against this group of ninjas. "My sisters are still there..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the strange thing: "Don't worry, my friend will help her for you, right, Little Red Riding Hood classmate?"

Upon hearing this, the magical girl Little Red Riding Hood nodded towards Black Goku.

"Who are you?"

Black Goku turned his head and stared at her, asking in a gloomy voice.

"I will help your sister. She is also my friend, please believe me." Little Red Riding Hood said calmly.

"Anyway, that's it. If I were you, I would have rushed down. You didn't make it in time once already. If you're late again this time, your brother will be a corpse."

The strange thing sat on the ground, then lay down in a spread-eagle position and continued talking.

"Oh, I'm really exhausted. I came all the way here to help you, but I still have to be questioned by you. It's really a thankless task, Miss Sun Wukong..."

Black Goku remained silent, slowly turned his head and looked at the gap on the far right side of the theater.

Her keen hearing clearly captured the roar of wild beasts and the deafening roar of bronze bells coming from the streets of Lodehua. All kinds of sounds filled her ears, causing her chest to throb.

She took a deep breath, looked up at the strange thing and said, "Thank you..."

After she finished speaking, the somersault cloud under her feet surged noisily like a steam engine, and in an instant, it carried her body toward the exit of the theater and disappeared from the sight of the strange creature.

The strange thing watched her leave out of the corner of its eye, still lying on the ground with no intention of getting up.

It stared at the ceiling, muttering to itself.

"Okay, Black Goku, Black Judge, Ninja Sect Leader, Ink Writer, Dragon of Disaster, and Ke Xiaomo are all here. The battlefield outside is not something that small characters like us can intervene in... Let's take a short break, and then we should go see our good friend... the lovely Miss Ashes."

"Then you get up."

Little Red Riding Hood said this as she injected magic power into the ruby ​​wand in her hand. Her feet floated into the air and she left the theater first.

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