Yellow River Craftsman

Chapter 104

boom!
The tranquility of Shenjianggu was shattered by sudden gunfire.

A bullet roared and fired at us who were winding forward in the canyon.

Wan Juncheng tilted his head subconsciously, and the bullet flew past his cheek, leaving a bloodstain on his left cheek.

"There is an ambush! Concealment!"

Someone yelled, and the crowd dispersed and hid behind the rocks.

"Damn it! Who is it?" Wan Juncheng cursed angrily, touching the blood on his face.

It was quiet in the canyon, and there was no response from the other party.

We are also wondering in our hearts, how can there be other people in this Valley of Gods?

It stands to reason that it is difficult for people to come to a place like the Valley of the Gods even if it is dozens or hundreds of years old.

"Agou, go ahead and have a look!" Wan Juncheng winked at Agou.

A Gou put on the wireless headset, crawled out, and walked forward cautiously against the rocks.

After a while, Agou's voice came from the communicator in Wan Juncheng's hand: "Brother, it's those poaching savages!"

"Barbarian?!" Wan Juncheng was obviously taken aback, and said to himself, "Why are they here?"

"There are more than a dozen of them, and their firepower is very strong. We can't get through!" A Gou continued to report the situation ahead.

"Damn! When I got here, I was blocked by barbarians!" Wan Juncheng cursed and wanted to poke his head out to take a look, but was forced back by a shuttle of bullets, which bounced back and forth in the rock pile, splashing Start with a fire.

"Damn you! Dare to be my way, seek death!" Wan Juncheng was completely angry this time, and shouted at those black-clothed men: "Hit me!"

Da da da!Da da da!
Fierce gunshots sounded in the valley, and the gunshots surged back and forth, like muffled thunder, which made people's ears buzz.

Lines of fire flew back and forth, causing stone chips to fly.

The two sides shot at each other for a while, and each was injured.

Those savages couldn't repel Wan Juncheng, and Wan Juncheng and his men couldn't get in. The situation was at a stalemate.

"Brother, we have to think of another way!" Han Jing said.

Wan Juncheng nodded, and asked the Thai head-subduing master named Abei: "Abe, help me find a way to kill them!"

Abe tilted his head and thought for a while: "It seems that we can only use local materials!"

Abe took out a small blood-red gourd from his bosom. This gourd was only the size of a palm, and was antique, with some strange charms carved with gold thread on it.

Abei carefully placed the blood gourd on the ground, then knelt down on the ground, put his hands together, and worshiped the blood gourd three times devoutly, chanting incantations indistinctly.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the mouth of the gourd, and a strange blood-colored smoke floated out of the gourd.

Gu Meidi and I looked at each other, thinking to ourselves: "What is this guy doing weirdly?"

After a while, I heard a strange sound coming from all around, rustling!Swish!

The sound was only a little bit at first, and then it became more and more louder, and the sound was everywhere in the mountains and plains.

We looked around in surprise, and found in horror that countless poisonous insects crawled out from all directions, gathered into an army of poisonous insects, and rushed towards the group of barbarians on the opposite side.Those poisonous insects include snakes, centipedes, scorpions, toads, etc., and they are colorful, covering the entire canyon.

Abei proudly put away the blood gourd, and sneered twice: "Let them taste the power of the five poisons!"

I asked Gu Meidi if he knew what Wudujiang was, and Gumeidi told me: "Wudujiang is an extremely powerful head-dropping technique, which can summon five kinds of poisonous insects, snakes, centipedes, scorpions, toads, and spiders to attack. opponent!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Not a moment later, there were successive screams from the opposite side.

"There are so many poisonous insects! Run away! Monsters! There are monsters!"

The dozen or so savages were routed and fled in a panic screaming and screaming.

"Nice job!" Wan Juncheng gave Abe a thumbs up.

About half an hour later, there was no sound from the opposite side, and the poisonous insects all over the mountains and plains also quickly dispersed, leaving no trace as when they appeared.

Wan Juncheng put a band-aid on his face, and walked out from behind the rock with a gun in hand.

Walking forward for tens of meters, I saw the corpses of seven or eight barbarians lying among the rocks. They were all bitten to death by the army of poisonous insects. It became minced meat.The barbarian on the farthest side was not completely dead yet, his whole body was black, foaming at the mouth, his body had more than doubled in size, and he looked like he had been poisoned.

"Damn it! Weren't you very arrogant just now? Die!" Wan Juncheng raised his foot and kicked hard, and with a click, he broke the barbarian's neck.

Looking back, I saw Abe squatting in front of a dead body, not knowing what he was doing.

"Hello! Abe, what are you doing?" Wan Juncheng asked.

"Hey! Wait for me, these corpses are very fresh. They died not long ago, and their souls can be used to refine little ghosts!" Abe turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled sinisterly. People have chills.

Abe took out a bronze mace, a black gourd, and finally a pack of silver needles from the bag.

Bang bang bang!Bang bang bang!
Abe raised the hammer and hit the corpse's Tianmen acupoint, that is, the spot in the middle of the forehead, continuously, pausing every three times, and chanting a mantra.Soon a bloody hole was dug out on the forehead of the corpse.At this time, Abe put down the hammer, turned the black gourd upside down, and the mouth of the gourd was just inserted into the blood hole.Then he unhurriedly opened the needle bag, took out one after another silver needles, and inserted the silver needles into the vital points on the corpse.

"What is he doing?" I asked Gu Meidi softly.

Gu Meidi frowned, with a disgusted expression on his face: "This bastard is taking the soul from the barbarian's body. These barbarians have just died for a while, and the soul is still in the body. He is trying to force the soul out and put it into the gourd. !"

After about half a stick of incense, Abe pulled out the gourd suddenly, and saw a black smoke-like ghost suddenly come out of the blood hole on his forehead, and was sucked into the gourd in a flash.

Abe shook the gourd, smiled, walked to the second corpse, and did the same.

I gasped, what the hell kind of magic is this!

Gu Meidi pursed his lips: "This is soul-stealing, a sorcery that steals souls. It can be used on the dead or on the living. It's very evil. I didn't expect it to spread to Thailand!"

After watching for a while, the burst of curiosity passed, and I felt bored, so I lay down on a big rock nearby and took a nap. I woke up too early in the morning, was hunted down by wolves, and experienced fierce battles with barbarians. Really sleepy.

After Abe absorbed the souls of seven or eight savages, an hour had passed.

Abe's face was full of joy, as if he had got something good.

It's hard for me to understand his perverted pleasure.

"Tuobagu, let's go!" Gu Meidi called me from the front.

A group of people started on the road again, I got up yawning, and just took two steps when I felt a hand grab my clothes from behind.

"Stop making trouble!" I subconsciously touched the back, but the tentacles were completely cold.

Not right!

Everyone is in front, so who will be behind me?

A cold chill, like a snake spitting out a letter, swished up my back.

I shivered and turned around suddenly: "Who is it?"

Then I was stunned, and there was a fair-skinned little boy standing behind me.This little boy was about five or six years old, and he looked very cute. His small arms and legs were like tender lotus root, but his face was a little pale, and he looked a little malnourished.He has bare feet, a red bellyband, and a braid on his head, like a Fuwa walking out of a New Year painting.

The kid in the red pocket quietly grabbed my clothes and wouldn't let me leave.

I scratched my head, feeling very strange, how could a little boy suddenly appear in this ghostly place in the wilderness?
On second thought, could this little boy be left behind by those barbarians?Could those savages have kidnapped or trafficked this child and kept them with them all the time, and left this child behind when they ran away in a hurry?

Otherwise, where did this kid come from?

Did it pop out from a crack in the rock?

He is not Sun Wukong.

"Kid? What's your name? Where are your parents? Do you know where you live?" A kind smile appeared on my face.

The little boy kept his mouth shut and kept silent, just nodded at me.

"Do you know where you live?" I asked.

The little boy turned and pointed.

"You live nearby? Brother, let's take you home!" I said.

"His home is underground, do you want to send him back?" Gu Meidi appeared behind me at some point.

"Underground? What do you mean?" I asked strangely.

Gu Meidi didn't look at me, but cast his eyes on the child, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Get lost!"

I looked at Gu Meidi suspiciously. Although she is not very gentle, she has a good heart. How could she be so angry with a lost child today!
The child pursed his lips tightly, holding my clothes tightly with a pair of small hands, and there were crystal tears in his eyes. He looked pitiful, and his face was full of grievances.

"I'll say it again, get out!" Gu Meidi's tone was still cold, like a sharp thorn.

Seeing the child's aggrieved look, I couldn't bear it: "Come on! Come on! Did you take the wrong medicine? Why are you so cruel to a child!"

Gu Meidi glanced at me, and a golden light suddenly appeared in the heart of his right hand, which was a sign that he was going to sacrifice the Dragon God Bow.

"If you don't leave, I'll blow you up!" Gu Meidi said sharply.

The child seemed to have been frightened by some kind of fright, let out a whistling sound, turned into a whirlwind, and disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)