vampire

Chapter 7 Introduction (2) ([-])
After a while, when they came to the burning place of the cemetery, they saw such a sight before their eyes: those pale flames burning, they were horrified.King Wickram and his son saw that this was not a good place.Surrounding the dreadful burning place were ferocious wild beasts, the angry growls of tigers and the trumpet-like roars of elephants, jackals with their glistening phosphorescent pelts chewing on the carcasses of the dead; foxes, jackals and hyenas. Desperately tearing at the prey; at the same time, the bear is eating the liver of the child.At the far end of the burning place was the place where some of his familiar friends lived (dead corpses, not living people). Most of their corpses had been reduced to ashes, or had been scattered in the air, as if they were waiting to be reborn, waiting to be reincarnated.These mutilated souls wander about with deep wounds; moldy skeletons held together by tendons that are slightly blackened.The vicious witch was wrinkled, her eyes gleamed fiercely, and her deformed body was curled up and crouched there; the old ghosts and imps stood quietly, their towering figures as proud as palm trees. Jumping up and down and somersaulting in front of the soul-caller seemed to be filled with incomparable joy.The surrounding area was filled with all kinds of piercing screams, mixed with the howling of gusts of wind, the tragic hooting of owls, the long howling of jackals and the gurgling of the river, playing an extremely evil and terrifying song. Symphony, chilling.

Shanda Hill sat in the center near the fire, and by the light of the flames he could see evil written all over his face.On the pole behind him were writings, full of the names of those he had invited and his sorcery.He wore a waist-length tunic of the ocher color common to wizards; a matted lock of hair on his forehead, like a horse's mane; A layer of ashes, eyes open and still, like a statue, gleaming in the evil light.Apparently, he had shaved and had religious marks painted on his face.Wickram stepped forward to have a look, he was beating a skull with two leg bones, and with each beating, there was a horrible music sound.

Now King Wickram, because he once defeated the mighty giant, is already a brave man.This place, which seemed ghastly and sinister, gave him courage; he was determined to prove himself a blameless hero once more.At the same time, he also felt that the decisive battle was coming soon.He hoped that with this battle, the curse that would befall him, his kingdom, and his family would be removed forever.

At this time, he thought of the words of the giant again: "Kill the person who intends to murder you, yes. This is legal and just." He supported his sword with his hand, ignoring the danger ahead, determined to move forward .But at the same time, he thought about what the demon said that night.He thought, he must make sure he doesn't get hurt.

All these thoughts just flashed by.Wickram saluted Shanda Hill politely.Shanda Hill said indifferently: "Please sit down." The king and the second prince found a seat and sat down.The demon danced around, but they felt no fear.After a while the gallant king remembered his promise, and at last he asked, "What instruction have we come for?"

George, who was Shanda Hill, said, "Oh King, here you come, go do something. About four miles away, due south, there's another cemetery. A dead body hangs there. a mimosa tree, go and bring him back at once."

King Wickram was with his son, and he didn't want the second prince left here alone.Holding a torch in his hand, he ran quickly to where the demon said.He knew that Shanda Hill was the hermit George who wanted revenge on him.There is only one thought in his mind: we must resist to the end.

The night was terribly dark, and it was almost impossible to see.The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the heavy rain poured down, as if it was going to finish all the rain.Lightning illuminates the world as if it were daytime.The rumbling thunder seemed to shake the whole world.In this open wilderness, the sound of frightened animals running intermittently came to my ears.Dirty little devils like to play tricks on passers-by, always making some sudden movements to frighten passers-by.The huge boa constrictor sticks out its tongue stained with extremely stinky venom, and crawls forward on the muddy road, until it is threatened with a sharp sword or a spell, it will retract that terrible tongue.All in all, under such conditions, even the most brave people would be at a loss, but the king and his son still walked forward with great strides.

Finally, they crossed the road and came to the cemetery, which is the burning place that George said.Suddenly, he saw the tree with a red flame burning on it.He walked straight to the big tree without any fear.The cries continued, "Kill 'em! Kill 'em! Catch 'em! Catch 'em! Don't let 'em get away! Burn 'em! Let them feel Patra too (a hot zone) pain!"

The terrifying cry did not frighten the king, but doubled his courage.When he came under the big tree, he felt that the flames hadn't burned him, so he sat for a while, carefully looking at the corpse with its head down.

The corpse was slightly green, with brown eyes wide open, but without light; brown hair, and a slightly brown face; the body was thin and flat, and the ribs were clearly visible, almost like a bamboo pole; he hung upside down on the It looked like a flying fox on the trunk, a larger bat; there was no blood on the body; the king felt his skin with his hands, it was very cold and sticky, and it felt like the skin of a snake.His goatee beard was still twitching, and it was only then that he realized that he was still alive.

After careful observation, the brave king immediately judged that it was a betal—a vampire.He hesitated for a moment, perplexed as he thought of what the Giant had said.The giant told him that the hermit had hung the oilman's son on a tree.He realized that things didn't seem so simple, and he thought of those George figures as cunning as foxes and other priests, and he had a vague sense that his enemies might be deceiving him.Therefore, he decided to move the "corpse" of the oilman's son.

Thinking of this, Wickram said happily: "I'm in trouble." He would keep his promise to the hermit and take the vampire back to Shanda Hill.The king took his sword and bravely climbed the tree.He asked the second prince to grab the vampire's hair from a distance with one hand, and cut off the branches hanging from the tree with the sword in the other hand.With a loud bang, the guy fell heavily to the ground.It immediately roared loudly, as piercing as a baby's scream.Wickram was very happy, and said: "This demon is not dead yet." Then, he slid down from the big tree, looked at the behemoth he had captured, and asked, "Who are you?"

However, at the moment when the king asked the question, the vampire laughed harshly, and hung himself upside down from another tree.The body is still dangling to and fro.

"The son of an oil merchant?!" the king said in amazement, and looked up at it, not knowing what it would do next.He told his son that the rope holding the vampire in his hand must not be loosened to prevent the vampire from falling to the ground again, and then he climbed up the big tree again.Climbing to the previous position, he grabbed Bertal's hair again, and with all his strength—he was a little frightened, threw it to the ground again, and said to him: "Oh, you poor fellow, tell me ,Who are you?"

Then, as before, the King slid down from the tree nimbly, and ran to his son, who obeyed his orders, and held fast to the rope around the vampire's neck, and did not move.However, as before, the vampire laughed wildly, moved, and hung upside down from the tree again.

Failed twice, King Wickram was irritated, and he seemed a little restless.This time, he asked the second prince to chop Betal's head with a sword.Then, like a wounded bear in the Himalayas, he hurried up the tree again, drew his sword, and slashed at the vampire's lean calf.The heavy blow this time made it leave the big tree, and just as it was about to fall to the ground, the second prince Dihavashi's sword slashed at its brown head.However, this time, the strength was too weak to split.King Wickram asked again: "Oh, you poor fellow, say, who are you?" At this moment, the vampire laughed again, and hung himself upside down from the tree again.

This was repeated five times, each time ending in failure.But he did not lose heart, but was determined to defeat this cunning guy.He climbed up the big tree again, trying to tear the zombie down. ...

Things seem to be turning around.When Betal fell to the ground for the seventh time, he no longer evaded, and his expression seemed to say: "Even God can't do anything to a strong-willed man like you." Looking at this person with a noble status.The vampire said to the conqueror: "Who are you? What do you want?"

Vikram said out of breath, "You hateful and pitiful fellow, I am King Vikram of Ujain, and now I want you to meet a devil who entertains himself by knocking on skulls."

"Remember this, King Wickram!" Betal said sarcastically, "spit can drown a man. I admit that I am defeated by you, and I can make you carry me like a beggar's beggar bag." Come to the place you said. But before we go, listen to me. It is an hour's journey from this big tree to the place you said. I am a person who talks a lot, so I The purpose is to distract you, I will tell you some fairy tales and good stories to listen to. Those who are sensitive characters like to live in the night life and read 'heavy literature'; while some fools and fools sleep and fantasize I've wasted a lot of time. I'll ask you some questions, and if you find it acceptable, we'll make a covenant.

"You have to answer my questions in a timely manner, whether you have to do this, or you are deceived by me, or you are brave and conceited, you must do this; otherwise, I will not go with you, I will go back to My favorite place to stay - the Hiras tree. Otherwise, you admit that you are ignorant, or your IQ is too low, and you need to think. If so, then I will go to see your master with you. It sounds like I'm threatening you, but listen to me, don't put on your kingly airs, and don't be so arrogant. In this way, I will give you everything you want."

Hearing these ugly words, King Wickram couldn't help shrinking back a little.He looked again at his son, Dihavashi, who was twisting the monster's leg to get it in the bag.Wickram also grabbed the end of the bag, twisted it into a shape suitable for carrying on his back, then bent down, carried the bag on his shoulders, and told the second prince not to follow behind, step by step. Walk to the west end of the cemetery.

The showers stopped by this time and the sky gradually cleared up.

The vampire asked Vikram some questions about wind, rain, and mud, but was not satisfied with the answers, so he was dissatisfied and shouted: "Well, Wickram, listen, now I want to tell you A true story."

(End of this chapter)