I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 31 Blood Moon Overlord

Song Boyu ran very fast, and he felt that the one-foot-long paperweight was extraordinary. The silver light circulated, and it did not turn into powder like the boy's secret book and the blood-stained hatchet.

After about four or five breaths passed, Song Boyu felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, the energy in his body was flowing out rapidly, and even his breathing became rapid.

The more this happened, the more he understood how extraordinary this thing was.

He wormed his way into the crowd with an expressionless face, letting the fat black wizard Wu Zhu yell and stamp his feet. He didn't stop until all the silver light on the stone paperweight in his hand disappeared.

The stone paperweight is still intact, but Song Boyu is sure that he has obtained the historical obsession contained in it, because the beating of his heart has returned to normal.

"Run, run for me! I'm so exhausted that you can leave me alone."

A black hand as big as a cattail leaf slapped on Song Boyu's shoulder, trying to catch him.

Song Boyu took off his shoulder, grabbed it with the other hand, leaned against his shoulder, twisted it hard, and shook it again. Hei Fat Wuzhu let out a scream and lay down on the ground.

Song Boyu looked at him expressionlessly, threw the stone paperweight in his hand into the arms of Fat Black Witch Zhu, and squeezed into the crowd without saying a word.

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of other shamans from the Xunshui Dragon King Temple, and they all ran over.

Song Boyu was in the crowd, not far away, and heard the quarrel.

"It's you again, Wu Liang! Are you using this stone lump to deceive people again? We can't keep you in our temple..."

Immediately, an old shaman wearing deep clothes wearing a happy brocade, Zhu Zhu, expressed his sorrow.

"Don't worry, I am from the Dragon King clan. If you don't take me in, who will take me in? This real paper is really left by the Dragon King, why don't you believe it!"

The fat black wizard Zhu Wu Liang hurriedly explained.

At this time, the group of people gathered at the back door also ran over, angrily scolded Hei Fat Wu Zhu, and demanded a refund.

The old witch Zhu Ying was the abbot of the temple, and his beard was standing up with anger.

"Nonsense, you have the same surname as the Xunshui Dragon King, and you are still trying to get married here!
I shouldn't have pity on you that day. Since you came here, you have deceived dozens of people. You don't know how to restrain yourself during the Water Dragon Festival today. You are simply hopeless.

When someone comes, pick him up and immediately return the money he defrauded, take an ultimatum from him, report it to the Ming government, abolish it, and drive him out of the Dragon King Temple. "

Old Witch Zhu said a lot of words in one breath, panting constantly, obviously extremely angry.

He attaches great importance to this Water Dragon Festival and has been preparing for it for several months, but it ended up like this. Not only did he lose his face, but he also discredited the Dragon King.

The other young Wu Zhu immediately took action and lifted Wu Liang up.

Wu Liang was holding the stone paperweight and was about to argue when the stone paperweight suddenly turned into sand and turned into a pile of powder and fell to the ground.

He was so stunned that he couldn't even speak. He only held his hands in the air a few times and murmured: "What's going on? Why is my paperweight so big gone?"

When the old witch Zhu saw this, he was even more upset. He waved his hands repeatedly to signal the witches to take out the money and return it to others.

Song Boyu shook his head. Anyway, he gave the man ten taels of silver, and he had a clear conscience. He left directly and went deep into the crowd to look for Mr. Wu, Xiuniang and Yingning.

A quarter of an hour later, at the gate of Xinshui Dragon King Temple, Xiu Niang, carrying an empty basket, stood looking at the door with a sad face.

Yingning held onto the hem of Xiu Niang's skirt tightly for fear of getting lost.

Uncle Wu comforted him: "There must be too many people and they got separated. Don't worry, Brother Boyu can't find us. He will definitely come out of the Dragon King Temple to look for us."

Just as she was talking, Xiuniang saw a familiar figure. She quickly waved her hands and shouted: "Brother, brother! We are here."

Song Boyu ran over in a hurry, Xiuniang hugged him excitedly and asked, "Didn't you say that you should hold hands? Why did you suddenly let go and disappeared when you turned around! Where have you been and what are you doing?"

Song Boyu chuckled and said: "I suddenly found the Dragon King of Xunshui, and I got him to save the trouble in person. I will definitely have a good dream tonight."

"I believe you are lying," Xiu Niang rolled her eyes at him and asked, "Brother, can you go to the main hall to pay homage to the Dragon King?"

Song Boyu shook his head and was about to say goodbye when Xiu Niang gave Ying Ning the empty basket and said to Mr. Wu, "Grandpa Wu, please take care of Ying Ning and wait for us for a while. The Water Dragon Festival came to the Dragon King Temple, but not It’s really unjustifiable to go to the main hall to worship the Dragon King.”

After she finished speaking, she dragged Song Boyu and squeezed into the Dragon King Temple again, went straight to the main hall, led Song Boyu to kneel down devoutly, spent money on three sticks of incense, and said silently in her heart:

"Grandpa Dragon King, please protect my brother, make him auspicious in times of adversity, and remove the aura from his body. If bad luck is to come, please turn me around!"

Song Boyu never believed in these things, but now that he was here, he paid his respects but made no wish in his heart.

When the four of them returned home, it was already afternoon. After hastily heating up some food, Song Boyu and his two sisters carefully prepared dinner together, preparing to enjoy the moon together.

Maybe it was because collecting the obsession marks in the paperweight was too exhausting. Song Boyu felt tired and sleepy, so he simply lay down and slept for a while.

Xiuniang and Yingning were also tired after a long day, so they went to bed to rest, and the house was silent.

When Song Boyu entered the waning moon dream, he saw an extra translucent light red bubble. Compared with the other two bubbles, this bubble had an obviously different color.

He reached out to touch it, but instead of entering the historical dream, he got some kind of feedback, which became clear instantly.

"My current strength, even if I exhaust all the life energy, is not enough to open this dream? To enter, must I reach the foundation building state?"

Song Boyu frowned slightly in the dream. He couldn't enter this period of history, and he didn't want to relive the other two dreams now. He was a little tired.

On second thought, he simply exited the waning moon dreamland and fell asleep directly.

He didn't know how long he had slept when he suddenly heard a loud and long sound of brass horns, followed by the sound of gongs, drums and footsteps.

It seemed that many people shouted in unison: "The blood moon is coming, and this night is unknown! Close the doors and windows tightly, and do not go out."

Song Boyu felt cold on his back, and his whole body was trembling as if falling into an ice cave.

He woke up instantly, quickly got up, dressed and walked out. He found that the door to the courtyard of his home was open, and the surrounding area was enveloped in a hazy red light.

Song Boyu looked up and saw a huge blood moon, which actually occupied a quarter of the sky. It was so huge that it was terrifying.

The blood moon is like an eye of a god, seeming to overlook the earth, and something faintly glowing, like blood and tears, flows out from the huge red moon.

Just looking up, Song Boyu felt dizzy, his whole body was restless, and his stomach was churning.

He quickly closed the courtyard door, returned to the mud-tiled house, closed the front door, and looked inside himself. The Yin spirit energy that had been dormant in his body in the past seemed to be boiling and extremely active.

Opening his eyes, Song Boyu felt that his mouth was dry, his limbs were weak, his skin was changing, his whole body was burning, his body seemed to be deformed, and he secretly thought that it was terrible!

(End of this chapter)