Chapter 786 - 775: Yellow Turban Army
Of course, what Dong Zhuo didn’t know, Ding Ling couldn’t find out either.
But Dong Zhuo was sure of one thing:
"Zhang Jiao died first, but he hasn’t disappeared until now, whereas Liu Hong died later yet inexplicably vanished a few years ago. So, if you want to find the answer, perhaps you can go north to find Zhang Jiao! He must know many secrets."
"You’re right."
Ding Ling nodded and pointed a finger at Dong Zhuo’s forehead:
"I should indeed go find Zhang Jiao."
Poof!
A flash of sword light disappeared in an instant.
In the next moment.
Dong Zhuo’s forehead was pierced, and his massive body fell heavily backward like a mountain, his eyes widened looking at Ding Ling, filled with frustration, depression, venomous hatred, anger, and reluctance!
As if saying, ’Brother, you don’t follow Wude! I already laid flat! And you still want to kill me!’
Having spent a lot of time with some alien guests.
It’s normal for Dong Zhuo to speak some modern language.
Cao Mengde also speaks modern language very fluently.
Ding Ling, with his full-level Observing People Skill, seemed to see through Dong Zhuo’s thoughts, but he didn’t pay much attention, merely enveloping him in the Sword Realm, starting to strip Dong Zhuo’s stream of consciousness.
Dong Zhuo and he were mortal enemies.
His previous desire and thoughts of killing him were very straightforward and clear.
Ding Ling couldn’t possibly spare him simply because Dong Zhuo temporarily admitted defeat. There’s no such good thing in this world!
To enemies.
Ding Ling was never soft-handed.
Because he deeply understood, even if he were to show mercy, most of these enemies wouldn’t be grateful, and might stab him in the back when given a chance, knowing that their enmity was irreconcilable!
Such hatred, Ding Ling could not sit and watch as Dong Zhuo kept growing stronger.
After all, who could clearly say what Dong Zhuo might become in the future?
To eliminate future troubles, the simplest way is to kill!
[Advanced Meditation Technique Full Level]
"Hmm."
Ding Ling had stripped away numerous secret manuals and secret techniques.
The most intriguing to him among these was this Advanced Meditation Technique.
With this Advanced Meditation Technique at full level.
Ding Ling slightly closed his eyes.
And his Sea of Consciousness seemed to reflect the general situation of this Netherworld.
’Where there is more ghost qi and soul qi.’
’Where there are ghost generals, ghost soldiers, strange flowers and trees.’
’It can all be perceived clearly!’
With this reflection.
Ding Ling’s perception was instantaneously enhanced by more than tenfold.
"Such a magical technique."
With the help of this Advanced Meditation Technique.
Finding resources, people, etc.
Has become so much easier.
"Dong Zhuo had such strong killing intent toward me."
Ding Ling shook his head; after stripping two-thirds of Dong Zhuo’s memories, the remaining stream of consciousness merged into this world.
And in those stripped memories.
A surge of killing intent and killing mechanisms pervaded everywhere, ubiquitous.
Ding Ling’s Sword Realm was extremely strong, automatically stripping these killing intentions and killing mechanisms, only preserving the essential memories.
Among these memories, there were quite a few worthless ones.
Also automatically discarded, only retaining some useful information points and knowledge points.
"Indeed, two-thirds of the memory points are only fragmented."
Ding Ling looked toward the north.
With the Advanced Meditation Technique at full level.
Ding Ling could now perceive the condition within a radius of thousands of miles.
This is quite astonishing!
"Seems like there are secrets within this Meditation Technique."
The more Ding Ling perceived it, the more he discovered this Meditation Technique was closely related to this Netherworld, as though it’s a part of the thoughts stripped from this Netherworld.
"Is there really such a thing?"
Ding Ling felt uncertain.
But didn’t dwell on it.
Instead, in one step, moved several hundred miles forward.
With the Advanced Meditation Technique enhancing him, Ding Ling moved more smoothly through the Netherworld.
Traveling unimpeded.
In just an instant, traversed over a thousand mountains, flew across ten thousand miles, and arrived in front of a military camp.
This military camp is more extensive and boundless than those of Yuan Shao and Dong Zhuo.
Among them, the crowd is bustling, ghostly horses darting back and forth, making this place seem akin to the earthly realm, extremely lively.
"Completely different from the dead atmosphere of the previous two camps."
Ding Ling was puzzled.
Stepped forward, arriving at the camp gate.
A ghost soldier blocked the way.
Ding Ling said:
"I’ve come to visit the Great Virtuous Master. Please help pass the message."
"Uh..."
The ghost soldier was stunned, sized Ding Ling up and down, then sneered:
"Haha, ridiculous! Where did this little ghost come from! Not a speck of ghost qi on him! And he wants to see the Great Virtuous Master?!"
He stepped forward, looked down at Ding Ling, and said coldly:
"Get lost to wherever you came from! If you dare speak nonsense before me again, I’ll tear you apart!"
Ding Ling frowned.
His visit aims to understand the situation in the Netherworld, after all, according to Dong Zhuo, the Spirit Emperor Liu Hong disappeared, but Zhang Jiao is still well, there’s surely a catch.
Aside from being curious and wanting to figure it out, the most important is an intuitive feeling he has: without clarification, there might be potential threats in the future.
This feeling came inexplicably.
But Ding Ling chose to trust it.
Better to believe it than not.
Moreover.
Investigating this can benefit the Three Kingdoms World, and it doesn’t harm him; he doesn’t wish people like Zhang Zhongjing and Hua Tuo living in Three Kingdoms World to meet untimely deaths in the future.
Therefore, it’s necessary to investigate.
But these Yellow Turban Army unexpectedly appeared to be so tough and overbearing, seeming to not welcome new ghosts like Ding Ling?
Or is it due to some other reason?
"What’s the noise about?"
A fierce general nearly two meters nine in height strolled over.
The ghost soldier turned to glance, quickly smiling obsequiously:
"Greetings to Marshal Hex!"
"Hmm."
Marshal Hex nodded, casually glanced at Ding Ling, upon seeing him, couldn’t help but shrink his pupils, instinctually feeling afraid, but soon recovered, suppressing the discomfort within, pointing at Ding Ling, chuckling :
"Stop him, don’t let this little ghost run away!"
Swish swish!
All around, the Yellow Turban Army under Marshal Hex immediately surrounded Ding Ling, sealing all escape routes.
Seeing Ding Ling couldn’t escape.
Marshal Hex then walked forth with hands on his hips, scrutinizing Ding Ling, the more he looked, the more jubilant he felt, bursting into laughter:
"It’s really you! Ding Ling!!"
"Are you Hex Yi?"
Ding Ling vaguely recalled.
"Yes. I am Hex Yi, the one you killed with a Shadow Arrow!"
Hex Yi touched the area by his heart:
"I clearly remember being shot right in the heart by your arrow, sent flying, instant death! I thought avenging myself was hopeless, never expected, I would meet you here. Even more unexpected..."
Hex Yi laughed heartily, speaking with delight:
"This fool came here willingly, delivering himself to death!"
Having said that.
He ruthlessly charged at Ding Ling, aiming a fist at Ding Ling’s face.
"This time, if I don’t properly torment you before killing you, I can’t quell the hatred in my heart!"