Chapter 18 Holding the thigh to death
Cailian Town was shrouded in darkness, but there were only a few candles lit, and soon the streets and alleys were dead silent.
Every household has a red rope tied in front of the door, and the windows are sealed with wooden strips and rivets.
The government office, which is supposed to maintain order, has been closed for several days. You can see that the walls are covered with yellow symbols and there are traces of black dog blood splattered everywhere.
The yamen was busy taking care of itself, and from time to time a baby would cry in the backyard.
The mountain wind blew, and paper money scattered all over the sky.
Boom.
The watchman rings the gong to remind people that night is coming.
"The day goes by and midnight comes."
Wu Hong has been working as a watchdog for thirty-six years. He is now over fifty, has no children and has white hair on his head, but his body is still strong.
"Everyone alive has returned home, and I have to patrol the streets as soon as possible. Hey, day by day, I don't know which day I will die on the roadside."
He knew that the night in Cailian Town was becoming more and more dangerous, so he had to go out.
Originally there were two watchmen in the town.
Just three days ago, because the coffins made people panic, another person stopped patrolling the streets, but Wu Hong still abided by his duties.
As a result, the man died from a punctured intestine and a gong appeared in his stomach for no apparent reason.
Wu Hong was always on tenterhooks every night, bracing himself to watch on the streets, fearing that he would follow in the same footsteps, but fortunately, he was not in danger.
"Boom."
He shuttled through the city according to the established route.
Wu Hong walked forward by the moonlight, beating the drums every half street. As a habit developed over decades, Wu Hong seldom beat the drums at the wrong time.
After walking to the west of Cailian Town, he had just a quarter of an hour to rest.
Wu Hong stood at the intersection of the east and west city districts, eating his dry food. When he regained his strength, he planned to go to the next street.
at this time.
Wu Hong felt inexplicably flustered, as if someone was peering at him.
He suddenly looked back and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old Taoist boy squatting on the side of the road, looking closely at the Earth Temple on the corner of the street.
The Earth Temple is only half a meter in size, with clay statues of gods placed inside.
"Little Taoist Master, you..."
Yang He did not look back. Instead, the statue in the temple raised its head, the incense was lit without warning, and the floating smoke was extremely smelly.
Wu Hong was so frightened that he almost fainted, and the gong in his hand fell to the ground.
Is it a human or a ghost? !
Yang He seemed to be able to see through Wu Hong's thoughts and murmured: "I am a Taoist priest from Qianyuan Mountain, and I came to Cailian Town on the order of my master."
As he spoke, he tore off the incense in the earth temple.
【Earthbound Ghost Incense Candle】
[The yin objects derived from earth-bound ghosts can be refined through the "Earth-binding Way" and are one of the yin objects needed for earth-bound ghosts to advance to evil spirits. Grinding it into powder can refine the quality of the vagina. 】
Wu Hong had never heard of Qianyuan Mountain and repeatedly confirmed that Yang He was a human and not a ghost.
"Little Taoist Priest, put the incense candle back to the Tudiya Temple quickly!"
"It's okay."
Yang He glanced at the Earth Temple and saw that the Earth-bound ghost inside had disappeared. The black cat in his arms was tearing his clothes to warn of danger.
He shook his head slightly, noticing that the Yang Fire on his left shoulder was almost extinguished.
Yang Heneng was sure that he couldn't wait for Master Taiyi to come, so he might as well take the opportunity to get some benefits. Yin weapons must be valuable in the main world.
Wu Hong was trembling, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the statue in the shadow half a meter away.
"There is a ghost..."
"There's more, coming soon."
Wu Hong was stunned, "Little Taoist Priest, what did you say is coming soon?"
"Ghost."
"Don't be joking, little Taoist priest, where...where did the ghost come from."
Wu Hong was at a loss and wanted to pick up the gong and stay away from Yang He.
Because of Yang He's delay, he was supposed to be beating the gong at the other end of the street, but now it was too late to rush hundreds of meters away.
Boom!
The crisp sound of gongs echoed.
Wu Hong froze in place and saw a figure standing there at the end of the street.
He recognized at a glance that the figure was clearly another watchman who had just died in Cailian Town, but the other person's figure was twisted and no longer human.
It's a ghost! Watch more ghosts! !
The night watch ghost stared at Wu Hong, licking his lips with his long and narrow tongue.
Boom, boom, boom. The gongs sounded again and again.
The ghost watcher moved closer to Wu Hong's location step by step.
"Little...little Taoist priest, help, it's a ghost!!"
At this time, Wu Hong had pinned all his hopes on Yang He, who still had no expression on his face and picked up the gong stick that fell to the ground.
Boom.
Yang He knocked the gong hard, and the watchman's eyes couldn't help but change.
【The gong stained with resentment】
[Inferior vaginas derived from ghost blood. After a living person hears percussion, the heart beat frequency will gradually become consistent with the percussion sound. 】
Yang He stuffed two treasures into his arms, especially the incense candles, which were stored close to his body in the lining.
"Let's go."
"Little Taoist Priest, have you saved...the ghost?"
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"It's not that simple."
Yang He turned into a remote alley, Wu Hong followed closely behind.
"I just let the ghost put the idea in my head."
Wu Hong looked back and saw that although the ghost was no longer there, the sound of gongs ringing from time to time showed that the ghost had been approaching.
"Old man, are there any vendors in Cailian Town who make clay figurines?"
"There is..."
"Take me to the place where he usually sets up his stall."
"Huh?"
"Go quickly."
Wu Hong didn't dare to neglect him. It was obvious that Yang He was only half his age and his clothes were sloppy, but his words seemed to be full of doubts.
The two soon arrived at the street corner near the teahouse.
Wu Hong gasped, Yang He tried his best to cover his chest, the Yang fire on his left shoulder went out, and the Yin energy began to seep into the flesh and bones.
"Little Taoist Priest, has clay figurine Zhang turned evil?"
The stalls on the street corner were placed in the dark, the light emitted by the lanterns was dim, and a middle-aged man kept holding various clay figurines in a daze.
"Well, what I'm looking for is a ghost."
Wu Hong's eyes widened and his legs became weak and he collapsed to the ground.
When Yang closed his eyes, the middle-aged man stretched his neck to half a meter to greet him. He stared at the former with shuddering eyes and murmured vaguely.
"Here comes a clay figurine."
"You...who are you going to pinch?"
"Pinch myself, as soon as possible." Yang He glanced into the distance, and saw that the late-night ghost was quietly at the corner of the street, and the ground-bound ghost was also ready to move.
"Okay."
The clay figures were divided into three and five, and the lifelike clay sculpture gradually took shape.
At the same time, Yang He heard the sound of bones colliding all over his body, his skin was bruised, and the clay sculptures also had corresponding scars.
"Are you ready?"
Clay figurine Zhang grinned, as if he had a premonition of Yang He's death.
【The clay figure of the scapegoat】
[The yin objects derived from the scapegoat can be refined through the "Substitution Path". They are one of the yin objects required for the scapegoat to be promoted to an evil ghost. They can also be used to refine the "Corpse Puppet". 】
"Enough is enough."
Yang He was satisfied with obtaining three Yin objects and Yin instruments, and the Yang fire on his right shoulder was extinguished.
Three ghosts overlapped each other, and at the same time they were preparing to share the delicious Taoist food. Wu Hong covered his eyes and did not dare to face the fear in his heart.
The Yang Fire above Yang He's head went out, and the remaining vitality of the Taoist boy vanished into thin air.
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The moment his consciousness returned.
The third arm stretched out from his chest, and under Wu Zhong's astonished gaze, he squeezed the three weak ghosts to death, and then turned into a sixth finger.
Wu Hong said tremblingly: "Immortal! Immortal is here to save us!!!"
[Thanks to Detective Pikachu, Jiongtu, and Liqiong for the reward]
(End of chapter)