Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 198 Rakshasa
There is nothing special about Wangjia Village.

This is a village built on trade routes.

The villagers provide some places to stay and board and lodging in the village, and the merchants pay the villagers some money, mutually beneficial to each other, and they can live on.

What Zhong Ci really valued about this village was that it was the shortest road from Xiaoyanggang to Suizhou. At the same time, this road was relatively safe, and there were no bandits cutting the trail, so he didn't have to worry about being robbed.

So in the current situation where money is urgently needed, in order to rush to Suizhou to earn money as soon as possible, Lang Jing will definitely choose to take this path.

In fact it is.

After Zhong Ci's avatar searched for thousands of miles around, and managed to catch dozens of Rakshasas, when they came to Wangjia Village, they happened to meet Lang Jing who was resting here.

Lang Jing is just a mortal, even if he has comprehended the power of wind, he is still just a mortal body.

How can a mortal body compare to a person who cultivates immortals like Zhong Ci, who travels across the North Sea and travels thousands of miles in an instant.

So even though in the past two days, he had just arrived at Wangjia Village and walked a hundred miles.

This is because he didn't bring many things with him, only one ancient book, otherwise the speed would be slower.

The road conditions in ancient times are really difficult to describe in words.

Life in Wangjia Village is very peaceful and peaceful.

It is close to the commercial road, and people who do business often pass by here, so the villagers opened a lot of wine shops and inns, and made some money.

Therefore, among the people walking on the street, apart from the merchants who slept in the wind and frost, they could also see those villagers with rosy faces and well-dressed clothes.

Lang Jing walked past one after another inn, went in to inquire about the price, and then came out with a disappointed face.

He touched the flat money bag in his arms, because of lack of money, he didn't bring much money with him when he went out this time, so he had to use it sparingly.

"Forget it, just sleep on the street today." Lang Jing sighed.

He is a grown man with a strong body, even if he sleeps out in the wind and frost on the street, it's okay to be blown by the wind for a night.

And most importantly.

This is in the village, not in the wild, so there is no need to worry about wild animals coming to eat him while he is asleep.

"Boss, buy two pancakes."

At a small stall on the side of the road, after buying two pancakes like an old man, Lang Jing picked up the water bag while biting the rough dry food, took a sip of clear water, and at the same time kept looking around, wanting to Find a place to stay.

Although it is said that you want to sleep on the street, even if you sleep on the street, there is always a distinction between high and low.

A location that can shelter a little from the wind and rain is a good location, and a location that is directly in the open without any cover is a bad location.

There is no doubt that Lang Jing wants to find a good place to sleep.

But his plan is destined to fail.

"Roar!"

A beast-like roar came from the edge of the village in an instant.

The sound has not completely disappeared.

Boom.

A house on the outskirts of the village collapsed suddenly, the loess adobe house was torn apart, mud and dust were splashed, and a cloud of dust spread.

Amidst a series of panicked shouts around, a huge figure slowly stepped out of the dust and mist.

This is a huge, ferocious monster.

It has blue-gray scales, four animal claws scratching the ground, a pair of horns propped on its head, thick hair growing on its back, thick and sharp fangs in its mouth with saliva dripping down, and it is on both sides. With red eyes, panting heavily, he looked at the surrounding villagers who were running for their lives in panic.

"Roar!"

There was another roar.

This monster rushed towards the street with the largest number of people in front of it. All the surrounding houses were directly knocked down by him. Some villagers in the room were crushed to death and injured.

"This... is this... Rakshasa?"

Lang Jing stood on the road blankly, looked at the monster that was rushing towards him, and murmured.

Different from those panicked villagers, as a person who wanted to become Xia Lan, he knew more about these weird stories, so he immediately recognized the monster at the first sight. The evil beast Rakshasa is in chaos everywhere.

Pong!
A sound avoided a falling animal tail, and Lang Jing quickly dodged to the side.

While he kept running, he was quickly thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

"Damn it, how could there be a Rakshasa here? I don't remember hearing any news of monsters around."

puff!
Lang Jing made a leap and dodged another beast's claw.

He glanced at the dozens of corpses lying down on the street, his eyes were already filled with anger.

"No, if this continues, more and more people will die. We must stop this Raksha Raksha."

He turned around and leaned against the wall of an alley, avoiding Luo Sha's sight, panting heavily.

He had no intention of running away.

As a person who wanted to be Xia Lan since he was a child, and has been working hard in this direction, Lang Jing's sense of justice is overwhelming.

Driven by this sense of justice, he absolutely cannot tolerate his behavior of escaping for his life and ignoring other intelligent beings.

"But I am too weak to resist that Rakshasa. I must have Xialan. Only Xialan can fight against Rakshasa. But where is Xialan? There is no Xialan here, Xialan, Xialan..."

The more Lang Jing thought about it, the more anxious he became. Finally, he punched the wall next to him. The hard wall scratched his skin, and traces of blood flowed down his joints.

Watching the bright red blood drip from his fist to the ground, and then blown to the other side by the strong wind around him.

Lang Jing's eyes lit up instantly.

"By the way, Xia Lan, I am Xia Lan. I have the power of the wind, and I can control the wind. With the power of the wind, I will definitely be able to fight against Rakshasa."

At this moment, Lang Jing seemed to have opened the door that had been closed to him for a long time.

His mind was unprecedentedly clear. He closed his eyes and quietly felt the power of the wind around him.

In this life-and-death crisis situation, when villagers are being devastated and countless people are dying, driven by a strong sense of justice in my heart.

His thoughts were unprecedentedly powerful, all the spirits in his body were integrated, and the rhythm of the wind was incomparably clear in his mind, unprecedentedly clear.

A faint breeze blew around him.

The surroundings blocked by this breeze, the strong energy blowing in this direction, and brought back the energy, brought it under Lang Jing's control.

The wind began to blow from him.

With the help of the wind, Lang Jing's body became lighter than ever.

He reached out and waved lightly.

A gust of wind blew past the thick wall next to it, directly cutting a hole in the wall.

The power of the wind, the sharp power.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Ci, who hid in the distance and secretly observed the situation here, finally showed a smile on his calm face.

Sure enough, only when they are oppressed can these protagonist-like characters unleash their potential.

(End of this chapter)