Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 272 Remaining Fears (Two in One)

Why is this pair of maces here?
Fang Mu was shocked and puzzled in his heart, but his brain automatically connected all the memories related to Toad God and Mace. He suddenly realized that the accent of the captain of the law enforcer seemed to have a little accent from the southern Guangxi area. The other party may have worked in a foreign country for many years, but his accent is hard to change.

Therefore, the captain of the law enforcer is probably a hidden believer of Toad God himself!

However, what is the relationship between this pair of maces and Toad God, so that Toad God and his followers would have such a big reaction?

After the mace fell out of the paulownia box, the existence hidden in the darkness kept roaring to express its anger, and at the same time, it seemed quite afraid that it did not immediately attack the other wood.

Fang Mu was very puzzled by this. If this pair of hammers could make Toad God feel pressure, why was he attacked by the other party last time?

Could it be that the current mace has any other changes compared to before?
Fang Mu didn't think much, he only knew that the abnormal things around him were afraid of the hammer, so he braced himself, resisted the pressure and picked up the hammer that fell on the ground, holding the nail in one hand and the hammer in the other, his confidence suddenly doubled.

Regarding Fang Mu's practice of picking up the mace, those monsters hiding in the dark made voices of resistance and anger, as if they were complaining about Fang Mu's behavior.

Suddenly a light blue light flashed in the dark stone room, illuminating the black shadow in the stone room, and a hideous and terrifying bat-like face flashed past, and that uncoordinated ugly face had On the body of a huge toad and frog, around the edge of the stone chamber, there are a group of hideous frogmen monsters with humanoid figures staring at him, with a pair of huge black eyes full of killing desire. He wished he could swallow him alive with his eyes.

The light flashed by, and a roar sounded in the darkness, followed by the sound of swift footsteps from all directions.

Fang Mu's face changed drastically. He knew that the angry Toad God had just issued an order to make his family servants stop worrying about other things and attack him directly. Those frogmen seemed to have become extremely crazy at the moment because of the impact of the flash just now. He could imagine the exaggeration and ferocity of those frogmen's movements just by hearing the sound of breaking wind from the large and extremely fast limb swings in the darkness.

Fang Mu turned around and ran, breathing heavily.

The flash that came on just now didn't just reveal the veil of fear, but simply frightened him. Fang Mu also saw the structure of the stone chamber clearly. He saw the direction of one of the exits in the stone chamber, and he ran out in that direction. .

Just like what the old village chief said, don't look at anything, don't listen to anything, just run away.

quack!

A frog cry sounded from Fang Mu's side and rear, and a swift figure in the darkness rushed over, throwing Fang Mu to the ground.

Stimulated by the fear of death, Fang Mu erupted with a strong desire to survive. He pointed the mace in his hand at the darkness in front of him and kept poking furiously, smashing wildly. With a wailing cry, his body spurted out stinky cold body fluids, splashing Fang Mu all over his face.

"Ah!" Fang Mu felt that the mace in his hand suddenly became hot like magma, as if it was going to melt his hands. He quickly threw away the mace in his hand with a scream, and then rolled and crawled. Continue to run in the direction of escape.

Fang Mu was panting all the way, running all the way, his footsteps were always speeding up, not slowing down, he didn't know how many times he touched the wall, how many times he was hurt by the sharp objects in the dark that couldn't tell whether it was a stone or a tooth, and he also felt Feeling less than that moment of pain, she dodges and escapes completely by instinct.

It lasted until he finally collapsed from exhaustion, and Fang Mu, whose field of vision gradually became dark and narrow, looked behind him. Weak and exhausted, he realized that he had escaped from the misty forest.

When he was about to faint, he vaguely heard approaching footsteps, and a pair of bare feet walked in front of his eyes. They were a pair of seriously deformed strange feet, similar to human feet but flatter, with webbed diaphragms between the toes .

When Fang Mu woke up again, he had already returned to the room of the family where he was staying. He sat up in shock, gasping for breath, looking around nervously with his eyes full of horror, a spring of cold sweat drenched him. After seeing the surrounding scenery clearly, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Fang Mu lightly rubbed between his brows, his temples were swollen, and the nightmare-like images replayed in his mind, the shadow of the huge toad in the cave, the red eyes, the man-eating toad...and those frogmen in human clothes...

hiss……

Fang Mu's senses were slowly recovering, and there was a tingling, stiffness, and sticky feeling in his hands. He looked down, only to find that his hands were clenched very hard, probably since he was in a coma. Because he never let go of his hands, it is not easy to let go now, and at the same time, the surface of the skin was severely burned, with exaggerated scald blisters, which looked like... just like the skin of a toad.

Fang Mu recalled that when the old village head handed him the paulownia box with the mace in it, the hands of the other party became like his own, thinking that it was probably because both of them touched the mace.

That weird mace now possesses such terrifying and mysterious power that even God Toad is afraid, he dare not do anything to the man holding the mace, but let the family servants do it for him.

His sober movements attracted the attention of people nearby outside the room, and the door was soon pushed open. It was the host's daughter, and a well-behaved little girl walked in with a washbasin and towel.

Seeing Fang Mu wake up, the little girl was also very happy, "Uncle, you're awake."

"What time is it now?" Fang Mu showed an ugly smile. He still remembered the strange behavior of this little girl in his yard. The girl collected her hair and nail scraps and fed them to the toad.

Before crossing, Fang Mu heard about some ancient customs of the believers of the Toad God from Mo Guangning's uncle.

If they like a foreigner very much and have a good impression of this foreigner, they will collect things from that foreigner, preferably directly related body parts, hair, dander and nails are all fine, of course, if there are none , and can also provide the fabric of the clothes worn by the person, etc. In short, these things will be fed to the "household toads" raised in the homes of Toad God believers. Convey their wishes to Toad God, and then Toad God will provide blessings for the outsider.

But Fang Mu was overwhelmed by the inexplicable "Blessing of the Toad God", how could he afford this "Blessing of the Toad God"?

Maybe this little girl didn't realize the consequences of her behavior, but she was influenced by this culture for a long time and couldn't tell right from wrong. She simply thought that she was helping others, not hurting them.

The little girl explained: "It's already past seven o'clock in the morning, almost eight o'clock."

"How long have I slept?"

"Two days have passed since you were carried back from the forest."

"What's the date today?"

"Today is March 3."

Fang Mu was silent for a while. He entered the mountain on February 2, which means he spent three days wandering around the Nong Mountain before coming out.

"When we found you, you looked miserable. There were injuries everywhere, but fortunately, they were all skin injuries. It's nothing serious, but what's worse is that you were poisoned." The little girl put the heavy washbasin on the ground. On the stool next to the bed, I soaked the towel on the edge of the basin into the water, soaked and rubbed it skillfully.

Seeing this, Fang Mu quickly wanted to say that he would come by himself, but when he looked down at his hand, he couldn't help being dull again.

The little girl smiled sweetly: "It's okay, let me do it, Dad said let me take care of you."

While Fang Mu accepted the junior's care helplessly, he asked the little girl who wiped his face carefully, "Where's your father?"

His sensitive ears told him that there was no one else in the house. To be precise, there were very few people in the whole village, and he could hardly hear the sounds of villagers' activities.

The little girl smiled and explained: "The adults are all going to the village meeting."

"Where did you go, the village chief's house?"

"No." The little girl shook her head.

"Nongshan?" Fang Mu's eyes flickered.

The little girl who was helping Fang Mu to wipe the back of her hand raised her eyes slightly, and those eyes showed a look far beyond her age, showing a weird smile, but she didn't reply.

Seeing this, Fang Mu already had the answer in his heart.

After helping Fang Mu to wash up in the morning, Fang Mu sent the little girl away temporarily on the grounds of changing clothes. He locked the door of the room and returned to the bed.

After repeated relaxation for a period of time, Fang Mu felt his tightly clenched hands loosen. He tried to open his hands again with perseverance, and soon fine beads of sweat appeared on his freshly dried face. The feeling of this process was bitter and painful. It was also a sharp pain. The palm of the hand was the part of the skin that directly touched the mace, and the burns were the most serious here. When opening the palm of the hand, it also meant tearing the wound open.

The stinky body fluid mixed with the smell of blood flowed down from the wound. Fang Mu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.

Then he slowly dipped his hands into the washbasin just now, the warm water stimulated the wound and further stimulated the nerves of the wound, Fang Mu endured the severe pain but still remained silent.

After a period of time, Fang Mu seemed to have adapted to the pain, and took his hands out of the muddy washbasin water again. At this time, his hands had regained some flexibility, and the wound was washed clean a lot.

Fang Mu, who was checking the wound, suddenly made a new discovery. He found that the wound on the palm of his hand was stuck to a piece of dark blue cloth, and half of the cloth was stuck to the split skin. He endured the severe pain again. Tear off the black cloth.

He poured out a glass of water on the table and put the black cloth in the glass to rinse.

Re-applied the medicine to his hands and made a bandage. Fang Mu went back to look at the dark blue cloth. The dark blue cloth was almost rinsed. When he lifted it up to check, he felt that the material and color of the cloth were somewhat familiar.

It was almost twelve o'clock at noon when Fang Mu heard the sound of people's activities and exchanges in the village again, and the little girl's parents had just returned.

Seeing that Fang Mu woke up, the little girl's parents were also very happy, and said that they would kill him a chicken today, so that he, who had just recovered from his serious injury, could eat something good.

Fang Mu accepted it with a smile, but felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

They were all very kind to themselves and took good care of themselves, but... none of them asked him what happened in Nongshan.

Don't need to ask?Not curious?

Could it be that...they are accustomed to the consequences of those who enter the mountain, or...they have long been very aware of what happened to them.

In the afternoon, Fang Mu went to visit the village head again, but when he went to the village head's house, he found that the village head was not at home. The person who received him was the wife of the village head whom he had never met before. It was the old lady who received him.

Fang Mu wanted to ask where the old village chief was, but the old lady explained to him in broken Mandarin, and he listened carefully, probably understood.

It turned out that the old village chief's son died, and the old village chief went to bury his son. He is not here today, and it is not convenient to see guests these days.

Fang Mu understood, and then suggested: "The old village chief has done me a big favor this time. Your child is dead. I should offer a stick of incense to your child. Please don't refuse."

After talking about this, the old lady did not refuse, she nodded silently, and brought Fang Mu to the ancestral hall behind the house.

Stepping into the ancestral hall, when Fang Mu saw the black and white portrait illuminated by the light of a red candle in the dark room, all the muscles in Fang Mu's body tensed instantly, and then he quickly lowered his head to cover up his shock and fear. eyes.

It's him!That enforcer captain!He... he turned out to be the son of the old village chief!

Fang Mu's brain was greatly shocked at once, and his facial expressions were a little uncontrollable. He resisted his changing emotions, wondering if he knew the person in the portrait, solemnly burned a stick of incense, and then remained silent. All the way back to the place where I stayed.

It wasn't until he got back to his room and closed the door that Fang Mu collapsed against the door and sat down on the ground, his breath was heavy and his mouth was dry for a while.

He swallowed dryly, and took out the dark blue fabric stored in the hidden pocket on the inside of his coat, and flashed in his mind the scene of him fighting with a frogman who threw him down in the dark in the Nongshan cave. .

He remembered that he had poked the man full of holes with nails, and smashed the man's head into a pool of mud with a hammer. The blood and minced meat sprayed by the other party poured over his body. During this struggle, he He tore off a piece of fabric from the other party's clothes, and that fabric has been stuck to the wound since then. Because he held it tightly tightly, he never let go of it from the beginning to the end, and no one noticed.

Now looking at this familiar piece of fabric, Fang Mu felt his head was about to split open.

Isn't the fabric of this piece of cloth the same style as the uniforms of law enforcement officers in the Shenzhou area?
(End of this chapter)