The fruit of killing life

Chapter 13 This meal is my request!

Wang Yuan's foot force suddenly accelerated, causing the pack of wild dogs behind him to catch up hurriedly.

But I saw him rising and falling as deftly as an ape, clinging to a thick branch, his body swung completely out of the mountain forest, and he turned around in the air and landed easily.

By the way, it also crossed a broken black tombstone, and set foot on a gloomy mass burial mound full of thorns and strange trees.

The tombstone is covered with blue-black hair-like slender moss, with pits and pits on the surface, and the recognizable parts are engraved with patterns of gods and beasts to ward off evil spirits.

In the middle is a short and badly weathered incantation:
"The living are Yang, the dead are Yin; the living are high, and the dead are deep.

The sky is blue, the earth is vast, the dead return to Yin, the living return to Yang, the living have their li, and the dead have their hometown. "

Judging by the ancient shape, it is at least 1000 years old.

However, there are not many other things on Beiman Mountain, except that there are so many old tombstones, most people would not take that broken stone seriously.

Pass the town tombstone.

In the grotesque forest that grew exceptionally luxuriantly because of its abundance of fertility, large and small earth-sealed tombs stretched all the way into the dark depths, with exposed coffins, dead bones, and phosphorous fire everywhere.

It was desolate and desolate.

It should be known that after thousands of years of continuous accumulation, there are at least thousands of large earthen tombs that are more than ten feet high on Beiman Mountain.

There are more than 30 unnamed solitary graves, and there are countless mass graves dug and buried on the spot.

So that ordinary people may not find a suitable place to stay when they walk in it.

This place seems to be just one corner, and it seems to be no different from other places.

If I have to say something different, it may be that there are so many pagoda trees here, and the large and small dragon claws stretch out wantonly, like ghost claws.

woof woof.
Sensing that Wang Yuan's speed had finally slowed down, under the command of the wild dog Taoist, the group of huge and hideous wild dogs immediately surrounded him.

Seeing this scene, the ugly Taoist was not only not happy, but rather disappointed:
"A fool who can practice [Tao Chuan Art of War] to the level of [flesh and bone fur] is not inferior to me, and can escape the guards and escape from the royal tomb by himself.

I thought you could bring me more surprises, at least you should try to fight back against Daoist Master before your physical strength is exhausted, so you are going to catch me without a fight?
This group of wild dogs came at the call, and the hunting instinct hadn't had time to vent yet. "

Hearing this, Wang Yuan understood.

Sure enough, this kind of hunting game of chasing prey is probably the [discipline and taboo] that he needs to abide by in practicing another divine channel method.

It is very likely that it is the ability to control this group of wild dogs.

Isn't the wild dog's hunting method just to chase the prey in groups, and don't attack until the opponent is exhausted?
It can hunt without damaging the skin, and it is a perfect match with the [Human Face Painting Skin Method].

And the [Human Face Painting Method] commandments and taboos revealed by the wild dog Taoist just now are harmless at all, and will not provide Wang Yuan with the slightest chance to discover the flaws in the Taoism.

It's a pity that he didn't expect the enemy to make mistakes on his own initiative.

Turning around to face the ugly Taoist who had crossed the tombstone, he stood with his saber in his arms, his posture tall and straight, like a javelin.

"No!
Just by listening to the accent, you who followed that Ge Daoye to Beimang Mountain are probably not from Luoyang City at the foot of the mountain, or even a native of Junzhou, right?
Have you never heard of it?"

At this moment, Wang Yuan put away all his foolishness, his eyes were sharp, his tone was cold, and he said every word:
"At the bottom of the mountain, there are hundreds of thousands of high tombs with no owner; in the mountain's "Land of the Dead", wild ghosts feast guests at midnight; on the mountain's "Cliff of No Return", is it difficult for strangers to turn back here?"

The voice just fell.

Woo-!
With the dilapidated town tombstone as the boundary, a biting wind suddenly blows in the mass grave.

This night has just arrived at the time of human decision, and it is also the last of the twelve hours of the day and night: Haishi (21:23-[-]:[-]).

Although the place where the two stood could not reach the "Cliff of No Return", after crossing the town tombstone, they had firmly stepped into the boundary of the "Village of the Dead".

In an instant, the world around them changed.

The rain had stopped completely at some point, and even the cumulus clouds all over the sky had quietly dissipated, revealing a brilliant starry sky that seemed to have been washed by water.

Under the silvery moonlight, a layer of mist gradually grew between the tombs, engulfing the confronting two people and the pack of dogs in the blink of an eye.

Wait until they reopen their eyes.

It has turned into a brightly lit night market street.

The bright candlelight illuminates the night sky above the head as if free of money, and the air is filled with the aroma of wine, meat, and sweet and greasy powder.

Noisy hawking, silk and bamboo sounds, Yingge Yanyu, occasional laughter, shouting, quarrels, and countryman's vulgar slang, an extremely lively atmosphere of the world of mortals rushed to the face.

On the stage not far away, a beautiful actress is babbling and singing, and what she sings is:

"The apricot blossoms bloom in Jiujinchun, the swan goose flies to the purple swallow. Butterflies fly across the wall, remembering the long-lost servant Zhang Cai"

This is a famous play in Junzhou, "Miaoyu Peach Blossom Temple", which tells the love story between scholar Zhang Cai and a... er, nun.

If it was placed elsewhere, the young and old who couldn't afford to go to Goulan would have pricked up their ears, opened their eyes wide, and sang two obscene lines, and by the way, gave a thumbs up to praise:
"So wet, so good, so good!"

However, the night market is full of lights and the peach blossom show is lively, but the peddlers, pawns, sisters, and actors all over the street are like paper dolls, and they don't seem to be angry at all.

hiss!
The wild dog Taoist and the group of dogs shrank subconsciously as if they had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

Although this sorcerer has not entered the Tao, he has already set foot on the threshold of practice, and he can tell at a glance that "they" are not human at all!
The invisible cold breath continuously poured into the neck of the wild dog Taoist, making him feel chills from the depths of his bones, his face turned pale and he muttered to himself:
"Is this a ghost realm made up of thousands of yin creatures? There is such a big ghost realm hidden in Beiman Mountain?"

Although [Taoist Art of War] pays attention to swallowing mountains and rivers, spitting out stars, breathing heaven and earth, and accepting all rivers with a smile.

Practicing to the depths, the whole body is almost as bright as the sun, and the flames are scorching. No matter what kind of evil spirits approach, they will immediately be wiped out.

But no matter whether it is Wang Yuan, who is a master of [flesh and flesh], or the wild dog Taoist who is almost the same in martial arts, they can't reach the state of being invulnerable to evil spirits.

Trapped in this "Land of the Dead" surrounded by countless ghosts, it is not much better than ordinary people.

As the 200-year festival is approaching, the wild dog Taoist who came to Beimang Mountain to help his uncle three days ago really did not have time to hear the local legend of the "Land of the Dead".

Of course, even if you have heard of it, you have no idea where the "Land of the Dead" is hidden on the Beiman Mountain hundreds of miles away.

Because even the mausoleum guards in Daling Village didn't know about it.

"A fool would know? He deliberately ran into this ghost nest to escape!

wrong! "

The wild dog Taoist with a chill on his back suddenly realized that Wang Yuan was articulate and coherent, and he was not the fool Wang said at all.

I was going to play a hunting game in accordance with the precepts and taboos of [Beast Gathering Thaumaturgy], but I was clearly taken for a walk by this kid as a fool.

That "foolishness" can be retracted freely, and it is difficult for others to guard against it.If I can act so well with him, why worry about [Human Face Painting] not being successful?
Mrs. Wang misunderstood me!
However, when he looked at Wang Yuan viciously, he saw that the young man seemed to be looking for death on purpose, suddenly exerted force on his feet, and took the initiative to throw himself into the "lively" market.

At the same time, he yelled strangely:
"Grandpas, grandmas, elder brothers, elder sisters, uncles, grandpas. I treat you to this meal today. Everyone eat and drink well!"

The figure flashed twice in the crowd of "people", as if they had arrived at their own home, and ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Strangely, those wild ghosts turned a blind eye to this fragrant and big living man, allowing him to break into the depths of the ghost street.

But also because of Wang Yuan's actions, all the wild ghosts around turned their faces to the wild dog Taoist and the group of wild dogs who were still there, and even the noise in the night market fell silent.

Even a fool can see the emotion in those ghost eyes that are starting to turn green - naked appetite!
Daoist Wild Dog's scalp exploded.

(End of this chapter)