Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 117
Somewhere along the river in Jingjiang Town.

The two-meter-high Hebo stone statue stands on the shore, and its strange toad-like shape is carved into the appearance of a blessed middle-aged man, wearing a crown and a delicate robe, standing upright.

The crowd gathered in front of the statue, each holding a lotus lantern in their hands.

It has been a long-standing custom in Jingjiang Town to release river lanterns on the Ghost Festival.

The so-called man is yang, ghosts are yin, land is yang, and water is yin. In the eyes of the public, underwater is like a nether world. Wronged souls who are difficult to get rid of or wandering wild ghosts can go to reincarnation with just a lamp.

Those who put the lanterns can also use this to accumulate Yin virtue.

Therefore, even though the sky was still gloomy and the rain was growing, the townspeople remained enthusiastic and lined up to walk down the stone steps in turn.

People who finished setting off the river lanterns were not in a hurry to leave, but held umbrellas on the bank or on the bridge to watch the lotus lanterns in the river, praying that their own lanterns would shine brighter in the rain for a while, that is, they are guiding the ghosts. proof.

Yan Jing stood on the edge of the crowd, watching the situation everywhere, especially his eyes stopped for a while on the statue of He Bo, thinking about it, when a timid voice suddenly came from beside him,

"Big brother, are you also here to give the river lanterns?"

Turning her head and looking down, it was the little girl she had seen in the restaurant the night before, and she was also holding a river lantern in her hand.

Her parents were nearby, and they also noticed Yan Jing's existence.

The woman was a little surprised, she didn't come over, she just greeted her child from a few meters away, then sneaked a little timidly at Yan Jing, and the man bent over to laugh with a little fear.

Yan Jing didn't like these two people, but just rubbed the little girl's forehead. This little girl always reminded him of his own sister, and she always looked carefree and happy when she was a child.

Soon it was their turn to release the river lanterns, and the little girl followed.

Yan Jing stood at the same spot, his eyes fell on the little girl, he was thinking whether to imitate He Bo's behavior before, and give the little girl a blessing, which can not only achieve the effect to a certain extent, but also make her future Live more comfortably.

But just when Yan Jing was hesitating, several vague gray figures suddenly appeared in the hazy rain curtain beside the girl.

Yan Jing blinked, but these figures suddenly disappeared, she couldn't help frowning, and then half-closed her eyes.

Vision!

The moment the field of vision changed, the Shuofeng Sword immediately appeared in the palm of his hand.

At some point in the crowd by the river, a large number of fuzzy wandering souls had already gathered!
There is no doubt that they are the guys released from the gate of hell last night, and at this time these souls are gathering in the crowd, and there are three or five of them next to each lotus lamp, constantly sucking the fire that rises when the candle burns. smoke.

Yan Jing was not surprised by the existence of ghosts. He had seen too many ghosts in Yashan Village before, and killed all the ghosts. Naturally, he didn't care about these wandering spirits. What really surprised him was that quite a few of these ghosts were deformed.

Although their existence is vague, but the silhouette is still there.

However, quite a few wandering souls were missing arms and legs, as if they had been bitten by something.

The words of the Buddha carver immediately appeared in Yan Jing's mind, watching these wandering souls, his eyes gradually turned to the rain-drenched street under their feet.

People's attention was all on the river surface and the surrounding areas, lively discussions and laughter didn't stop for a moment, and they didn't notice that there was a black and sticky object moving around under their feet.

They are hidden by the color of the bricks, and every time they pass by, tentacles rise quietly, and they don't attack the living, but go straight to the wandering souls.

The tentacles wrapped around and strangled the bodies of the wandering souls, but they could only struggle meaninglessly, howling silently, reaching out to the nearest person, as if wanting to ask for help.

However, yin and yang are separated, they are destined to fail to attract the attention of ordinary people, only Yan Jing who saw it clearly

Even if the souls of these ordinary people have traveled through the underworld, they still cannot resist these terrifying existences after returning to the present world.

Let them ravage wantonly, and watch these evil spirits hiding in the dark devour his limbs and arms.

Under the lively and peaceful surface, the hunt for wandering souls has already begun.
There is no doubt that these monsters are accumulating power in this way, and Yan Jing can almost imagine that the same scene is happening everywhere in Jingjiang Town.

A holiday for humans, a death day for ghosts, and a carnival for evil spirits!
Staring at the evil spirits that were moving, Yan Jing decisively raised his sword and stepped forward. In the current situation, it is possible to cut off one head at a time.

Just at this time, a dark red light appeared in the river in the field of vision, and the crowd suddenly burst into exclamation!
It goes without saying that the one marked dark red by the spirit vision must be an extremely vicious monster.

Yan Jing rushed over quickly, and saw the river churning continuously, and a huge black shadow was passing under it. He saw that the surface of the water swelled first, and then there was a strange monster with a body length of more than three meters and a forehead full of human eyeballs. Breaking through the water, dozens of long and narrow tentacles sprayed out from its mouth, heading straight to the shore.

Obviously, its target is not only the living, but also those ghosts hiding in the crowd.

The townspeople worshiped the three strongest evil spirits, and these monsters were obviously no longer within the scope of their worship, and no one thought it would suddenly appear during the daytime.

The crowd who had gathered on the shore suddenly began to flee, and this inevitably caused large-scale chaos.

The girl before was holding a lotus lantern and stood in a panic among the crowd. It was at this moment that her mother rushed out from the side to embrace her in her arms, and the man looked close at hand. The tentacles greeted him without hesitation.

They may have lost their minds in their obsession with evil.

However, apart from the evil belief, he still retains an almost instinctive sense of responsibility.

Those three evil spirits are the real existence that caused all this
Damn it!

The dark blue streamer shot out, piercing through the strange head that had not yet returned to the river, and then rolled back, setting off a dark blue whirlwind around him.

Not only that, there is also the figure of the dragon and tiger Yan Luo rising slowly in the river, the burly Taoist riding a tiger, his right hand raised high and forming a sword finger, easily solving the weirdness!

The crowd that had dispersed before immediately gathered around again, all eyes focused on the Taoist who appeared suddenly.

"That's Dragon Tiger Yama!"

On the bridge, a man holding an umbrella and wearing a bamboo hat shouted,
"This High God beheaded the river demon who asked for human sacrifices the night before yesterday, and now he is protecting ordinary people like us. It seems that the rumors are true. He is the real Jingjiang River God!"

As if to verify his words, the dark blue sword light suddenly turned a corner and smashed into the stone statue of Hebo by the river.

The crowd on the bank was silent at first, and then they knelt down on the ground in unison, bowing to the new river god of Jingjiang, Dragon and Tiger Yama.

When looking up again.

The unknown man holding an umbrella on the bridge has long since disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)