Purgatory

Chapter 4 White Fan Blood Bamboo

Silent Mountains.

The ear-piercing wind whistling that had been screaming like a ghost crying all year round miraculously stopped, and the entire canyon became silent.

Pang Jian, who had been here countless times, suddenly felt inexplicably unfamiliar with this place when he rode his horse into the canyon this time.

He listened carefully, and found that in the peaks on both sides, there was no sound of birds flapping their wings, and no insects were moving in low chirps.

Even the irascible bay red war horse under him suddenly became quiet the moment he entered the canyon, as if he instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Pang Jian, who was taught hunting knowledge by his father since he was a child, as a mature hunter, knows very well that a land that is too quiet is often accompanied by danger and crisis.

Keeping vigilance in secret, he took out the bow and arrow from behind, rode his horse forward slowly, and carefully observed the surrounding movement.

The canyon is still the canyon, the mountains are still those mountains.

Pang Jian, who can walk in the middle, always feels that something has changed, but he can't explain why.

After a while, the horse under Pang Jian's crotch suddenly stopped, and he saw several corpses behaving strangely among the stone piles in front of him.

The bodies were all dressed in uniform black clothes, and there was a crimson crescent moon pattern on the chest. The crescent moon seemed to float and sink in the depths of the mysterious dark world, full of evil and bloody beauty.

With just one glance, Pang Jian thought of the sailboat that fell from the upper realm a few days ago.

The crescent moon pattern on the chest of the corpse is exactly the same as the bloody crescent moon on the sailboat's black pennant.

The corpses among the jagged rocks seem to be very young. They are holding silver bells, white paper fans, or huge copper hammers, and they all make a gesture of running forward. .

Some people turned their heads and looked back, as if there was a great terror following them, which made them feel terrified and uneasy.

Strangely, there were no fatal wounds on these bodies, and there were no signs of being bombarded by rocks.

The strange corpse in a running posture gave Pang Jian the feeling that he died in an instant, and after death, he still maintained his original posture.

It was as if a gust of wind blew them away, and they were frozen in place by some kind of force that locked time.

However, the valley where the fierce wind roars all the year round is eerily quiet at this moment, without the raging evil wind that Pang Jian imagined in his mind.

What's even more strange is that the corpses in the pile of rocks have not been torn apart and eaten in this canyon where wild beasts often appear.

The scene in front of him was full of irrationality, so Pang Jian naturally would not rush forward.

He chose to stay where he was and wait for others.

"Dengdeng!"

Not long after, behind Pang Jian, there was the sound of a fierce horse's hooves stamping on the ground.

Pang Jian turned around and saw the heroic girl riding a snow-white horse, as if she had merged with the horse below her, shooting like a dazzling white rainbow.

Her skillful riding skills and exquisite control of the horse show that she is by no means a baby on the battlefield.

When she was about to rush in front of Pang Jian, the people and horses pulled behind by her began to appear one after another.

"This is?"

She reined in the reins abruptly, first stopped the snow-white war horse under her, and then looked at the corpse in the stone pile with her bright eyes.

Her bushy eyebrows, which were much thicker than those of ordinary women, slowly frowned, and her eyes suddenly became sharp, which made her look both heroic and charming.

"It's the blood moon!"

Ning Yuanshan, with a goatee beard, arrived later, his face was covered with clouds, and he said in a deep voice: "Those guys from the blood moon in the upper realm have always been brutal and bloodthirsty. What happened to them in the pile of stones? How can they die like this?" eccentric!"

On the corpse, Ning Yuanshan didn't see any fatal wounds, he sensed something was wrong and told everyone to be careful.

"Let me go check it out."

Liu Qi, who reluctantly handed over his bay red war horse to Pang Jian, fell from his companion's horse.

Seeing that Ning Yuanshan nodded slightly, he got permission and walked towards the rock pile. When he passed Pang Jian, he stopped suddenly, then drew a long spear from the belly of his war horse, and then walked quickly into the rock pile.

"The rest don't go there yet!" Ning Yuanshan turned his head coldly.

Behind him, the few people whose eyes glowed after being stimulated by the utensils in the corpse's hands tightened their reins resentfully.

If it wasn't for his scolding, these people planned to rush into the stone pile to investigate like Liu Qi.

The practitioners of the blood moon in the upper realm must carry extraordinary utensils. As long as they can get any of them, their trip will be worthwhile, so all of them were driven away by greed and almost broke in.

The few people who had no choice but to stop finally stared at Liu Qi enviously, watching him arrive in front of the first corpse.

It was a short young man with his head tied upside down and a white paper fan held high in his left hand.

His right hand is still pinching the magic formula, as if he wants to activate some kind of life-saving secret technique to escape from the terrible stone pile.

In the opened white paper fan, several green bamboos were drawn, and a line of verse was signed.

"The pines and bamboos are green and the radishes are cold, and the mountains and rivers are late."

After Liu Qi approached, he silently recited the inscribed verse, and tore open the robe of the dead young man with the tip of his gun, wanting to see if there were any fatal wounds hidden under his clothes.

Suddenly, on the white paper fan held high by the dead young man, several green bamboos were gradually surrounded by blood.

A blood-colored bamboo painted on the fan suddenly flew out, piercing Liu Qi's forehead directly.

Liu Qi fell to the ground with his back to the sky, with blood dripping from between his brows, and died.

Pang Jian was taken aback, and subconsciously clenched his usual long knife, preparing to deal with unknown changes.

The white paper fan of Xiemen and the murderous blood bamboo were anomalies that he could not have encountered in the Cenji Mountains before.

After the blood bamboo assassinated Liu Qi, it retracted back into the white paper fan, dyeing the rest of the green bamboos red.

Inside the gray and dark stone pile, in the fan with a white background, a few bright red blood-colored bamboos released bright red light, which made everyone's faces change.

Ning Yuan's mountain face sank like water, he snorted, "You almost died too."

The few people behind him who wanted to intrude were secretly afraid and lowered their heads in shame.

Zhang Heng, who came on the same horse as Liu Qi, reined in the reins tightly, fearing that the horse would lose control and move forward, he yelled strangely: "It's so evil!"

Everyone dared not take a step forward.

In their eyes, the corpses with bloody crescent moons painted on their chests among the piles of stones all turned into bloodthirsty monsters.

"Boy, go and bring me that white paper fan."

He Ziren in the white robe seemed to be spotless, his eyes lit up suddenly, he did not feel sad because of Liu Qi's death, but raised his finger to Pang Jian.

Ning Yuanshan frowned slightly, because he knew He Ziren's identity, he didn't speak out to dissuade him.

"If you want to die, go there by yourself, don't come to harm other people."

The young girl Ning Yao frowned coldly, first gave He Ziren a dissatisfied look, then looked at Pang Jian and said, "I know your name is Pang Jian, we are not familiar with the Cen Ji Mountain Range, and we need you to clarify our doubts."

She was quite calm, obviously having experienced big storms, she would not be overwhelmed by the weirdness in the stone pile.

"I'm just talking casually." He Ziren shook his head and laughed, not getting serious with her.

"Using people's money to eliminate disasters, can you tell me how this canyon is different from before?" Ning Yao still looked at Pang Jian, waiting for him to tell the strangeness of this place.

"It has become quieter. The wind whistled harshly before, but now it is silent. Also, there used to be birds on the two mountain peaks, and animals in the dark part of the canyon, but now they are all gone." Pang Jian answered truthfully.

"Quiet..." Ning Yao said thoughtfully, "What else?"

Pang Jian shook his head.

Ning Yao immediately stopped asking, and asked everyone to camp in front of the pile of rocks, saying: "Our Ning family is not the only one who came to explore the Cenji Mountains. We arrived first because we were the closest."

"Everyone, don't rush to go deep. Let's pay attention to the anomalies of those corpses first, and then wait for other teams to come over."

When she first entered the canyon, she saw a pile of rocks, and one of her capable subordinates died, which made her dare not act rashly.

"People from the other six major families will definitely come after hearing the news, so we shouldn't make us wait too long." Ning Yuanshan agreed, and said: "Let's keep an eye on the corpses of Blood Moon first, and wait for the other parties to arrive. Then decide how to act."

The stone pile is right in front of you, the bell of the blood moon, the precious fan, and the copper hammer are also close at hand, but no one dares to covet any more.

After setting up the horses, several people quickly set up camp and started to get busy one by one.

Pang Jian was expressionless, and only occasionally glanced at He Ziren, who had planned to sacrifice him earlier.

He Ziren quickly noticed his gaze, grinned silently, raised his hand and made a movement of catching his eyes.

"Uncle Yuanshan, everyone has traveled all the way and needs to stop to adjust their breath, so I will trouble you to watch outside first." Ning Yao said a little tiredly.

"Ah."

Ning Yuanshan had this intention and waved for everyone to rest in the tent, while he and Pang Jian stayed outside.

"We are the Ning family, the Ning family...have you ever heard of it?"

When Ning Yao and the others entered the tents, or sat quietly to adjust their breath, or closed their eyes for a nap, Ning Yuanshan pulled Pang Jian aside and took the initiative to ask questions.

Compared with when we first met, his attitude has obviously become much more polite, and he no longer puts on a superior posture.

"The Ning family of the seven great families?" Pang Jian was stunned.

"It seems that you don't know everything." Ning Yuanshan said proudly.

Next, he talked with Pang Jian about the abnormality of the Cenji Mountains in a gossiping tone.

He learned from Pang Jian that not long ago, a golden chariot, a huge sailboat, and the White Tower fell one after another.

"The gilded chariot of the Galaxy Alliance, the indeterminate ferry of the Blood Moon, and the Tianling Pagoda of the Yinling Temple."

Ning Yuanshan stroked his beard, and whispered softly with his brows furrowed. Through Pang Jian's description, he quickly confirmed the source of the falling object, and then asked, "Can you see someone coming out?"

Pang Jian shook his head: "No."

"Okay, you can rest too." Ning Yuanshan didn't ask any more.

After a while, he asked Pang Jian to keep an eye on the surrounding area, and he arrived in front of Ning Yao's tent.

He asked softly in front of the tent, and after getting Ning Yao's permission, he went in to discuss important matters with Ning Yao.

……

Night falls.

Because the sun, moon and stars are not visible all year round, the night sky in the Fourth Realm is extremely dark.

Without embarking on the path of practice, it is difficult for ordinary people to see the surrounding scene clearly at night in the Fourth Realm.

In the tent next to Pang Jian, the members of the Ning family were taking the time to adjust their breath, so that they could deal with the upcoming situation energetically.

In the night, Pang Jian couldn't see the corpses belonging to the blood moon practitioners clearly, but the white paper fans, bells and copper hammers emitted faint brilliance in the dark environment.

The brilliance shone on the body and cheeks of the deceased, making them look very eerie, making Pang Jian frown secretly.

He observed silently, seeing that there was nothing unusual about the body, and that the white paper fan, bell, and copper hammer remained in their original state, so he gradually felt relieved.

But every time he couldn't help but look at it, he always felt that those blood moon practitioners who died seemed to continue to run wildly forward at a certain moment.

Pang Jian, who was a little hairy in his heart, couldn't calm down no matter what. In desperation, he quietly stayed away from the camp of the Ning family and others, and found a remote place to practice the "Heaven Nourishing Qi Jue".

Pang Jian, who finally succeeded in meditation and was able to keep his mind clear, quickly entered the so-called "awakening" state when he looked at the wonders inside himself.

Almost at the moment of his "awakening" in meditation, he was aware of the existence of "Qi", and felt that there was a gentle and upright strange aura around him.

"Aura."

He suddenly knew that he was cultivating hard at home, but he was unable to feel the spiritual energy for a long time, not because there was a problem with his cultivation method.

It was because of the wilderness where his home was located, the spiritual energy was too thin, making it difficult for him to perceive it keenly.

The Cenji Mountains, which were only about ten miles away from his home, had aura that was several times stronger, and he felt the aura right away.

Secretly pleasantly surprised, Pang Jian hurriedly tried to guide the so-called spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body and sink it into his dantian spiritual sea in the way described in the "Hutian Nourishing Qi Art".

In his visualization, his dantian spiritual sea turned into a "spiritual pot", and with his breathing, the external spiritual energy of heaven and earth was sucked into the "spiritual pot".

Gradually, Pang Jian not only felt the existence of the spiritual energy, but also found that the spiritual energy did not sink into the dantian along with his breathing.

The aura of heaven and earth around him was attracted by the "spiritual pot" he visualized, and it entered the body directly from the dantian acupoint next to the navel.

——not breathing through the nose and mouth.

After a while, Pang Jian, who was practicing silently, suddenly felt another force from the pile of rocks.

This power is different from the aura of heaven and earth, it is full of mania and evil, and it is also attracted by his "spiritual pot".

Among the stone piles, the white paper fans, bells, and copper hammers held by the bones of the blood moon cultivator all shone with eye-catching brilliance.

"Hoo hoo! Hoo hoo!"

Pang Jian was familiar with the shrill wind whistling like the cry of a ghost, and suddenly came from the pile of rubble.

It seems that the ghosts and demons buried deep in the earth were suddenly awakened by some kind of force, and they wailed and screamed in the Nine Nether Lands.

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