dragon hunter

Chapter 37
The rotten strange fish came rushing in like a tide, Li Xiaolei's pretty face paled, hesitated for a moment, took out an embroidered purse, poured out a handful of soybean-like things, and ran to the bamboo forest behind her.

"If you plant melons, you will reap melons, if you sow beans, you will reap beans. Let the Bamboo Fairy appear." Li Xiaolei sprinkled the beans into the bamboo forest, twisting her body strangely, chanting non-stop.

Li Xiaolei's voice had a peculiar rhythm, and it seemed to be able to resonate with the bamboo forest in that side. The bamboos in the forest rustled, as if they were alive.

There was a sound of soil turning in the bamboo grove, and half a foot tall villains emerged from the soil. These villains were wearing bamboo armor, holding bamboo knives and bamboo guns, and rushed towards the group of rotten fish.

At first, a little man rode a bamboo horse, ran fast, rushed past my feet, brought a large group of bamboo soldiers and generals behind him, and fought with the group of rotten monster fish.

"Scattering beans into soldiers, does this kind of magic really exist?" My face was full of surprise, and I looked at Li Xiaolei with admiration.

"The Wuding Wujia of the Wumen, it is said that when Liu Bowen defended the city, he recruited the heavenly soldiers and generals with a wave of his hand, relying on this secret technique." The second uncle narrated the past allusions.

"Witches are ghosts and gods" records in the Broken Anecdote that people in the Wumen are very good at communicating with the spirits of heaven and earth. That bamboo forest was born with different species, and Li Xiaolei just awakened the sleeping power of that bamboo forest.

"What is that bean? It's amazing." Fatty Wang asked curiously.

"This is some Luo Xiandou that Granny Ma spent most of her life collecting from deep mountains and old forests, and they will be gone after they are used up." Li Xiaolei looked regretful.

The rotten strange fish jumping out of the river was temporarily entangled by bamboo soldiers and bamboo generals, but the swollen corpse still crawled towards us.

"Everyone, be careful, this is the corpse of a hundred resentments, don't let her touch your body." The second uncle reminded solemnly.

"Widow He was mean and vicious when she was alive, but she didn't expect to be so harmful after death." The old villager seemed to have old grudges with Widow He.

The second uncle took out a small flag from the slanted shoulder cloth bag, handed it to me, and said in a hurried tone, "Put these flags into the ground according to the position of the Tiangang Suppression Formation."

I turned around and ran with a small flag. The array that my second uncle mentioned just now, I read the introduction in Broken Xiangjing, so I know how to plant the flag.

The second uncle threw out a piece of yellow talisman paper, and held a mahogany sword to fight with the hundred resentful corpses.

Fatty Wang, the coward, hid behind Li Xiaolei in a very shameful manner, muttering with his eyes closed, begging for some kind of god to bless him.

I nervously followed the situation on my second uncle's side, and kept moving, inserting small flags into the ground one by one.

When the last small flag was planted, a bony arm suddenly stretched out from the ground and grabbed my wrist.

I was shocked in my heart, I didn't expect that at the last moment, a moth appeared, stood up in a hurry, and stepped on the bone arm.

Unexpectedly, the broken bone was not crushed, but lifted my foot aside, causing me to almost fall down.

Another bone arm protruded from the mud, and then a wobbly skeleton crawled out covered in mud.

"What the hell?" I turned around and ran back.

The flag is still short of the last one to be planted. I plan to lure the weird skeleton away first, and then go back to plant the flag.

Unexpectedly, the skeleton moved like the wind, chasing after me, with its arms on my shoulders, its empty eyes flickering with will-o'-the-wisps.

"Be careful, it's the wreckage of someone who died in a foreign land. The resentment is the heaviest. Don't let it lie on your back." The second uncle looked anxious. He was fighting with a hundred resentful corpses and couldn't help me.

Corpse-bearer!I am reminded of an old profession from the past.

Some people die in a foreign land, and with persistent resentment in their hearts, they will crawl out of the mud and lie on the backs of passers-by at night, unable to get them off no matter what. Come here, carry it back to the hometown of the dead and bury it.

I don't dare to let that skeleton lie on my back. This kind of thing is very evil. Once possessed, even if the flesh is torn, I can't get it off.

"Nanwu Miaofa Lianhua..." Fatty Wang slapped the skeleton Tianling Gai with a solemn treasure face.

I turned around with lingering fear in my heart, and saw a layer of faint golden light covering the fat man's hand. After touching the skull cap, the will-o'-the-wisp in the eyes of the evil thing suddenly weakened a lot.

Fatty Wang chanted the "Lianhua Sutra of the Miaofa" in a low voice, and the skeleton actually knelt down, with soft will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes, and let the fat man put his hands on the skull without moving.

After the fat man finished reading a passage, the skeleton bowed to the fat man, the ghost fire in his eyes was extinguished, and then scattered into a pile of broken bones, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"I didn't expect this fat man to be a little capable." Li Xiaolei walked over and said in a complicated tone.

"Fatty, thank you!" I patted the other person on the shoulder, this coward was very powerful at the critical moment.

"Ah, why did the fat man come here? Damn, there's a skull under his feet." Fatty Wang ran back, completely unimpressed with the scene just now.

Li Xiaolei and I looked at each other, staring at each other, both a little speechless.

After calming down a bit, I hurried over and planted the last flag. The dark clouds in the sky receded, and a ray of sunlight shone on the dead corpses.

The Hundred Resentment Corpse let out a miserable scream, thick black smoke came out of its body, and the faces hidden in the mist all looked peaceful, with expressions of relief.

The second uncle seized the opportunity, raised the mahogany sword, and stabbed the brows of the corpse with one sword.

A woman with a transparent figure floated out from Baiyuan's corpse, knelt on the ground with a respectful expression, her figure trembling.

"Widow He, you are dead, why do you want to harm the villagers?" The old villager rushed over with an angry expression.

"I... I don't want to do this either, but there was a terrifying voice in the upper reaches of this river. I jumped into the river to commit suicide when I heard that voice calling at night." Widow He trembled and defended.

"What did that voice say?" I asked urgently.

"It's vague, I can't hear clearly." A ray of sunlight fell on Widow He, and the widow showed a relieved expression. After saying something, she was finally relieved, and then turned into green smoke and dissipated.

The rotten strange fish fighting with the bamboo soldiers and bamboo generals on the riverside, after encountering the sun, is like meeting a natural enemy. Under the sunlight, the carrion on the body quickly falls off, and finally turns into fish bones, densely packed in the river. One layer was laid on the side.

The bamboo soldiers and generals who had completed their mission ran back to the bamboo forest one after another, and then burrowed into the soil. The bamboo forest was peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

We found new clues on Widow He, and we searched upstream of the river. Along the way, we saw dead fish and shrimps everywhere in the river, as if the whole river had been polluted.

"It's so cold, why does it get colder the further you go?" Li Xiaolei shuddered.

"It's so dark and evil, I feel that there is something very evil in front of me." I had a bad premonition in my heart.

"Don't...don't leave, there are a lot of ghosts gathered over there, like dead villagers in the village." Fatty Wang said with chattering teeth.

"Those ghosts seem to be attracted by something." The second uncle's back was tense, and he was holding the mahogany sword in his hand.

Our group walked over cautiously, the temperature around suddenly dropped a lot, the surrounding light was a bit dark and ghostly.

I saw that figure wandering by the river, it was hard to tell what it was, but it felt very strange.

"I am destined to live forever...Hate...Hate..." A voice rang directly in my head.

"It's a strong resentment, everyone be careful!" The second uncle also heard the voice and reminded in a deep voice.

That figure wandered around blankly, a strong resentment radiated to the surroundings, when we came into contact with that resentment, the voice with monstrous hatred rang out in our minds.

"Then... isn't that guy out of his wits? Why did he appear again?" Fatty Wang asked with a trembling voice, his face pale.

"That's a 魑, it's a deep and evil resentment, without consciousness." The second uncle looked at the figure carefully, with a solemn tone.

"The ghosts of those villagers were all melted into their bodies by it. It's so scary." Fatty Wang's calf trembled, and he took a few steps back.

The figure of that man became clearer and more materialized every time it merged with the ghost of a villager.

"Not good, if Chi completely turns into a physical body, all of us will die." The second uncle said nervously.

"Then go up and kill it?" I was a little confused, after all, that thing is too evil.

"Chil is transformed by resentment, and it is immortal. Only when the source of resentment is eliminated, will it disappear." The second uncle frowned.

"It's over, we're dead, the ghost knows what the source of resentment is." Fatty Wang's face was ashen.

The river on the side was bursting with large bubbles, and our hearts were suddenly lifted, wondering what the hell would come out of the river again.

The first thing to come out of the river was a huge tortoise's head, and then a giant tortoise the size of a millstone carrying a stone tablet staggered to the shore.

The skin and flesh on the giant tortoise were all rotten, and the stone tablet on its back was covered with water plants. The handwriting on the stone tablet was completely covered by water plants, making it difficult to see clearly.

"What a big tortoise, has it turned into a spirit?" Fatty Wang shrank his head, fearing that the giant tortoise would explode and hurt people.

"This... Isn't this the stone tortoise that the old village chief threw in the river to suppress luck? How did it come back to life?" The voice of the old villager trembled, his face full of disbelief.

"You said it was a stone turtle?" I couldn't believe it, the giant turtle had flesh and blood, and it was clearly a living thing.

"No mistake, the shape of the stone tablet on the turtle's back is exactly the same as that of the past." The old villager's tone was affirmative.

We stared nervously at the giant tortoise, wondering what the purpose of this living stone turtle was.

The giant tortoise wobbled, crawled up to us with great difficulty, and nodded to us, as if saying hello.

"What does this big turtle want to do?" Fatty Wang poked out half of his head behind me.

The giant tortoise prostrated itself on the ground, stretched its neck, twisted its head vigorously, tapped the stone tablet on its back, and then remained motionless, as if dead.

"Look, that tortoise really turned into a stone." I was surprised and stared at the giant tortoise in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)