I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 11 A Terrible Idea
The ancestral hall of Taohuayuan is about four or five miles north of the village.

Apart from annual sacrifices and discussions of important matters, no one usually comes.

"arrive!"

When he arrived at the gate of the ancestral hall, Jin Chan's face showed an irrepressible joy.

It was as if freedom was waving at him.

The door of the ancestral hall was tightly closed, and a cold breeze mixed with the smell of dust came in through the gap. The stone steps in front of the door were covered with moss and fallen leaves, and made a dull sound when stepped on. It seemed that no one had come to clean them for a long time.

The eternal lamp made of cicada oil on the roof was glowing, so the surroundings were not so dark.

Pushing open the creaking door, Jin Chan walked into the ancestral hall.

There were only a few worn-out spirit tablets and some rotten fruits placed on the altar.

Inside the ancestral hall at night, the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression that made people feel palpitations unconsciously.

After turning around, Jin Chan soon discovered something strange!
That is, everywhere is covered with dust to some extent, except for the three large bronze tripods in the ancestral hall which are spotless, which looks out of place.

"Could it be that the fireflies are hiding in these tripods?"

With this thought in mind, Jin Chan walked to the cauldron closest to him and carefully turned over the soil inside the cauldron with his hands.

as predicted.

Under the thin layer of soil, there was powder made from fireflies.

"Ha ha!"

Jin Chan was ecstatic, and his hands were not idle at all.

Jin Chan was seen using all his strength to try to push over the cauldron so that the firefly powder could be blown away by the wind to all parts of the Peach Blossom Spring.

But the three cauldrons were too heavy, and they seemed to have taken root; no matter how hard they were pushed, they would not move at all.

Ever since.

Jin Chan picked up the spirit tablet on the altar and stood in a position where the wind could blow.

He scooped up the firefly powder in the cauldron and scattered it toward the sky.

The breeze blew up the powder.

moment.

The ancestral hall was engulfed in fire.

The portraits of the villagers' ancestors turned into black residue.

Looking at the raging fire in front of me.

Jin Chan felt that it was not enough.

What he wanted was for the entire Peach Blossom Spring to be set on fire, not just a mere ancestral hall.

But unfortunately, the night wind is not very strong tonight.

It becomes much more difficult to transport firefly powder to the mountains and forests by relying on wind power.

Just when Jin Chan was racking his brains to think of a solution.

The ground began to shake slightly, and not far away came the sound of footsteps like an earth-shaking earthquake.

At this time in the center of the village.

After eating nearly half of the villagers, the monster Alang has grown more than ten times in size.

Dozens of tentacles, thicker than century-old trees, pounded the ground with a thumping sound.

The remaining tentacles rolled up the nearby prey and fed them into Alang's mouth one by one.

"There's a fire in the ancestral hall, let's go over there quickly!"

When faced with unknown monsters and terrifying beasts, human instinct makes them feel that fire can protect themselves and dispel evil spirits.

At this moment, the surviving villagers seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw.

After throwing several injured companions to the monster as bait.

The rest of the people took advantage of the slight gap and ran towards the ancestral hall for their lives.

"Jin Chan, did you set the fire?"

After arriving at the ancestral hall.

The most filial son in Taohuayuan, carrying his dying mother covered in blood on his back, questioned Jinchan who was still struggling to sprinkle firefly powder.

However, Jin Chan didn't even bother to look at these people and continued to be busy with his own work.

"Quickly give my mother a piece of your meat. The more the better!"

The filial son gently placed his mother on the ground, then gave the order with confidence.

It’s as if cutting one’s own flesh to save others is Jin Chan’s duty.

When several villagers who were also injured nearby heard this, they all looked over with eager eyes.

"Don't you understand me?"

Seeing that Jin Chan ignored him, the filial son became furious and rolled up his sleeves to do it himself.

But when he just came in front of Jin Chan.

A foot of cold light flashed across his throat in an instant. Jin Chan's eyes were as cold as ice, and the dagger in his hand was dripping with blood.

The filial son whose throat was cut covered his neck in disbelief, trying to stop the gushing blood with his hands.

He didn't understand why Jin Chan dared to treat him like this.

But as the blood continued to flow out, a dizzy feeling came over me.

With a thud, the filial son's knees went weak and he fell to the ground, then slowly fell down.

Before he died, he used all his strength to turn his head and look at his mother behind him.

"What's wrong with you, Gou Wa?"

The filial son's mother burst into tears and crawled towards her son with her seriously injured body.

"You, what did you do, you bastard?"

"How dare you kill him? Return my son's life to me."

The old woman struggled to raise her head, which was covered with snot and tears, and stared at the cicada with her bloodshot eyes.

One hand desperately grabbed the corner of his trousers, and the other hand began to tear the flesh on Jin Chan's calf.

It seemed as if he wanted to grab another piece to give to his son.

"roll!"

Jin Chan kicked the old woman on the ground away and then scattered a cloud of firefly powder.

Before long, the aroma of roasted meat wafted from the ground.

After only a few minutes of separation, the mother and son were reunited.

Jin Chan's ruthless move made the guys who originally wanted to share a piece of meat all lower their heads and dare not say a word.

the other side.

After eating the last villager, the monster grew bigger and also set its sights on the ancestral hall in the north of the village.

Different from moving around in the old house by means of wriggling tentacles.

This time, he just twisted his fat body.

He slapped all his tentacles against the ground, then leaped into the sky.

Like a meteorite, it fell towards the direction of the ancestral hall.

There was a loud bang and dust flew all over the sky as if there was an earthquake.

The bluestone brick floor in the courtyard was completely shattered by the huge impact.

The wooden house collapsed instantly.

The entire ancestral hall was devastated and turned into ruins.

Everyone lost their balance and fell to the ground.

As soon as the monster arrived at the ancestral hall, it began killing.

Wherever the tentacles swept through, no one was left alive.

Those who are lucky have their heads crushed directly and die with almost no pain.

Some of those who were unlucky had their mouths pried open, and then several tentacles were slowly inserted into their mouths, sucking out their internal organs one by one.

The golden cicada hiding behind the big cauldron luckily escaped the first round of predation by the monster.

It happened quickly, in about a cup of tea.

The few dozen people left in Peach Blossom Spring all ended up in the monster's belly.

Maybe it's karma.

They have been eating cicada meat for twenty years, but tonight they have become other people's food.

"Fairy meat, fairy meat"

The monster groaned.

Thousands of tentacles on his body swarmed over like a tide and swam towards the golden cicada behind the cauldron from all directions.

"Damn, are you saving the best for last?"

Jin Chan cursed angrily, his brain working rapidly as he thought about how to deal with the enemy.

But after thinking about it, it seems that apart from the ability of immortality, I have no other means to fight back.

In the current situation, even if we use fireflies to burn it, it is estimated that it will not be able to kill this behemoth in a short time.

Do we really have to try and see if we can starve this monster to death?

The tentacles were getting closer and closer to him.

The golden cicada looked left and right.

When I saw the mountain of firefly powder in the big cauldron.

Sudden.

An idea more terrifying than picking the flesh and sucking the marrow popped into my mind.

(End of this chapter)