dragon hunter

Chapter 28 The Demon Fox Worships the Moon
The coffin carried by the bald and triangular-eyed group was unusual. It was a rusty bronze coffin. It looked heavy. Eight strong men were carrying it, but each of them was bent over.

"Falling Coffin~" The bald man with triangular eyes was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he yelled, put down the bar on his shoulders, bent over and panted heavily, and couldn't even stand upright.

The eight coffin-carrying men were as tired as dead dogs, crouching on the ground panting for breath, followed by a group of watching villagers from a distance, pointing around.

Seeing the new changes in the field, the second uncle jumped to the side and looked around in surprise, while guarding against old lady Yu's cold hands.

Ma Huang Po was still delirious and insane, lurking aside like a snake, her eyes were cold and heartless, not human at all.

The art of summoning the gods of the Wumen, the sorceresses in our mountains basically know a little bit, but those who can really invite the gods are rare.

It is said to invite God, but in fact, most of the invited people are some strange spirits. Even if it can bring temporary help, the sequelae will be very serious.

"Fourth Yu, what do you mean?" Mrs. Yu said in a bad tone, with a pair of small mung bean eyes shining fiercely.

"We don't know who is real and who is fake for two identical old ladies, so we can only ask Mr. Hu to come out and make the decision." The bald triangular-eyed expression remained expressionless.

"Hmph! The wings are stiff." Mrs. Yu sneered a few times inexplicably.

"What evil did Fatty do in his last life? Tonight is really a bad luck for eight lifetimes..." Fatty Wang was squatting under the table, hiding well, but he didn't want to bring a bronze coffin beside him.

The fat man shivered in fright, and crawled out like a shit, his fat elephant legs moved like the wind, and "chucked" passed under another table.

Seeing that no one noticed this way, I seized the opportunity and quickly ran behind Mrs. Yu, stretching out my hand and twisting the metal cylinder.

Countless flying needles, as thin as a cow's hair, shot towards Old Madam Yu's back without making a sound.

"Old woman, look behind you." Seeing that the other party couldn't escape the flying needle, I yelled loudly.

Old Madam Yu subconsciously turned around, and then densely packed flying needles, all of which hit the opponent's old face.

I had a smug look on my face, and thought to myself, let's see how you die now, so what about the master of Xiangmen?Didn't he drink the footwashing water from my rookie physiognomist?

Old Madam Yu stared at me expressionlessly, her bun-like face was full of flying needles, she looked extremely weird.

I gradually felt uneasy in my heart. I knew something about the poison of the flying needle, and I still vividly remembered the horror of the gold-rimmed glasses.

But the old lady Yu in front of her looked scary, but she looked like a normal person, with an indifferent expression, pulling out the flying needles on her face one by one.

"Little ants, how do you want to die?" The cold male voice, shrill and piercing, sounded ghostly.

"His sister, this old thing is weird." I shuddered, ran away and hid behind my second uncle.

"Mr. Hu, please get up!" A loud shout almost startled me.

The bald, triangular-eyed group behaved strangely. They knelt on the ground one by one, surrounded the bronze coffin, and kept kowtowing.

There was a "creaking" sound from inside the bronze coffin, and the heavy coffin lid trembled slightly, as if something was about to come out of the coffin.

"Hey!" There was a sound of chattering teeth.

I turned my head to look, and at some point, Fatty Wang with a cowardly face changed to the table next to me again, his fat body shrunk into a ball.

"All evils retreat... All evils retreat..." Fatty Wang closed his eyes tightly, holding the amulet around his neck with trembling hands, and muttered in a trembling voice.

"I slept soundly this time, why wake me up?" A strange voice came from the bronze coffin.

"Bang Dang!" The bronze coffin lid fell aside, and a dry and pale hand rested on the edge of the coffin.

"Hurry up and bring the sacrifice to Mr. Hu." The bald man with triangular eyes knelt on the ground and dared not get up, twisting his neck and shouting to the villagers behind him.

There was commotion from the villagers who were watching from a distance. A young suckling pig that had just been slaughtered was placed on a wooden board and was carried over by two villagers at a trot.

"Please Mr. Hu to enjoy the sacrifice." The two villagers put the little suckling pig in front of the bronze coffin, and knelt on the ground trembling.

An arm stretched out from the coffin, and the little suckling pig actually floated up in the air, and floated unsteadily to the top of the coffin.

A pair of dry and pale hands dragged the little suckling pig into the coffin, and the creepy chewing sound came from the coffin.

"This bird place is too scary, Fatty is going home..." Fatty Wang's cheeks were trembling, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" A trace of disdain flashed in Old Madam Yu's eyes, and she deftly avoided Ma Huang Po's sneak attack. With a flick of her wrist, a slender hemp rope fell to the ground.

The hemp rope twisted like a snake, as fast as lightning, and rushed over with a "swish", tightly binding the delirious Ma Huang Po.

Others couldn't see it, but I could clearly see a ghost attached to the rope, with a long tongue sticking out, it was a hanged ghost.

The ghost of the snake demon behind Ma Huangpo was angry, twisting her body to fight with the hanged ghost, and getting rid of the ghost possessed by Ma Huangpo, her eyes gradually became clear.

"I'm full!" A contented sigh came from inside the bronze coffin.

A figure sat up slowly, wearing a robe from the Republic of China period, and walked out of the coffin unhurriedly.

"Fox face!" I was startled and subconsciously shouted.

The figure walking out of the coffin was a bit thin, wearing a blue robe, which looked empty, and had a very strange face, which turned out to be the face of a sharp-mouthed fox with fur.

There was still blood on the corner of the mouth, and the expression on his face was as vivid as a human being, as if he was reminiscing about the delicious taste of the suckling pig.

"The ancestors of the Yu family saved my life back then, and I promised to take care of their descendants for a hundred years." The demon fox's voice could not be recognized as male or female, and he continued, "I don't care who you are, if you leave the Yu family on your own initiative, I will No trouble for you."

"It's up to you? It's just a bastard with no hair off." Mrs. Yu sneered.

The demon fox was not annoyed either. The corners of his mouth pulled slightly, showing a weird smile, and then he knelt down facing Mrs. Yu.

"What's the situation?" I was at a loss. I thought that the demon fox had some powerful means, but I didn't expect to kneel when we first met.

"The fox worships the moon! Is it the story I told you when you were a child?" The second uncle said in a low voice with a solemn expression.

A memory that has been buried for a long time emerged in my mind.

It is a legend in our countryside that the fox worships the moon.It is said that a fox that has become a spirit will bow down to the moon on the night of the full moon. As long as it worships on the night of the full moon on Qiqi 49, the fox can turn into a human form.

In our hometown village, there was an experienced hunter who lived next to the second uncle’s yard. One day, he went to set a trap in the mountains. Unexpectedly, he got lucky and caught a big fox with fur as white as snow.

The hunter was overjoyed. Just looking at the color of the fox's fur, he knew it would be worth a lot of money. He hummed a ditty all the way, carried the white fox back home in a net, and planned to go to the county town to sell it the next day.

That night, the hunter had a dream. He dreamed that an old woman with gray hair kept begging him for mercy, saying that she was the fox that was caught, and if she was released, there would be a reward.

The Orion ignored it, and the old woman transformed by the white fox knelt down and bowed to Orion.

Orion died the next day, lying on the bed bleeding from Qiqiao, and was not discovered until three days later.

A big fox with snow-white fur was lying on the edge of the bed, lying motionless on all fours, and it was also utterly dead.

"Being worshiped by a fox who has become a spirit, if your fate is not hard enough, you will lose your life." The second uncle muttered to himself.

Old Madam Yu obviously knew this allusion, her face changed, but she remembered something again, and stood there confidently.

Yaohu knelt on the ground, with a malicious expression on his face, and bowed to Old Madam Yu, the surroundings were completely silent.

A black mark appeared on the Yintang between Madam Yu's eyebrows, she swayed her body, and said, "As a master of Xiangmen, I can control my own luck, and evil spirits cannot add to me."

The black mark trembled, gradually faded, and finally disappeared between Old Madam Yu's eyebrows.

"Fate words!" I was very shocked, and only a master of Xiangmen who has thoroughly understood the changes of fortunetelling can speak the Dharma and is not afraid of any evil spirits.

Yaohu's complexion changed, unwillingness appeared in his eyes, and he bowed down again.

The night was dark, a dark cloud covered the moonlight, and the full moon under the cover of the cloud was faintly bleeding.

"The demon fox worships three times, and the gods will fall into the mundane world." I remembered a sentence that was recorded in the Broken Physiotherapy without thinking.

"Smelly stinky fox, I don't need you to worship." Mrs. Yu's face was ugly, she didn't dare to force him to kneel down again, she leaned sideways to avoid it.

A strange scene happened, right in front of the demon fox, where old lady Yu was standing just now, a phantom appeared, whose figure and appearance were exactly the same as old lady Yu.

The phantom floated up, and was about to chase after Mrs. Yu, but it fluctuated violently, and finally dissipated into a wisp of green smoke.

"How is it possible, why don't you have a soul?" Yaohu screamed, his eyes full of disbelief.

My heart tightened, and I felt that things were a little weird. Everyone has three souls and seven souls, and fate soul is one of them.

If a person does not have a soul, he will only become an unconscious walking dead, then old lady Yu is definitely not normal.

Old Madam Yu smiled coldly, and pointed at the demon fox, "You are full of evil spirits, you cannot be tolerated in the world, and you are destined to die tonight."

"Order!" I widened my eyes, staring at the scene in front of me.

Master Xiangmen can not only give orders to people, but also give orders to demons and ghosts. I don't know if the fox demon can resist it.

The demon fox realized that something was wrong when Mrs. Yu was halfway through her speech, and opened her pointed mouth to let out a snarl.

Vague transparent figures emerged from the darkness, all fours on the ground, they were wild fox ghosts.

The moment Old Madam Yu's voice fell, a transparent figure jumped up, stood in front of the demon fox, let out a scream, turned into black smoke, and disappeared.

The wild fox ghosts all around screamed in unison. It is not easy for other species to cultivate, and it is difficult to find a place to live in these days. If one companion dies, one will be lost forever.

(End of this chapter)