Mythology

Chapter 10: The Ghost Eater
midnight.

"Close doors and windows to prevent thieves and thefts!"

The night watchman rang the gong and walked in the dimly lit streets and alleys.

The water town of Jialiang is extremely humid, resulting in a significant temperature difference between day and night. In addition, it is cloudy and rainy in early spring, so there is no one around early on.

When the living people leave, it is naturally the time when hundreds of demons roam the night.

Of course, because of that layer of window paper, humans and ghosts have nothing to do with each other.

Meow~~

The wild cat licked its tongue and combed its fur. It seemed to smell the stench of fresh fish. It walked along the wall to the earthen house of the Yang family father and son and jumped into the yard.

The wild cat shook its head and keenly discovered that the fishy smell came from the well.

It moved closer to the well and sniffed carefully at the source of the fishy smell, without noticing that an arm was extending out of the well from an invisible perspective.

Meow! !

The wild cat's fur stood on end and it let out a sharp hiss. Its oily fur gradually became dry.

It clung to the wall flexibly and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"Hungry, hungry..."

The hungry ghost stuck his head out, rubbing his twisted neck against the edge of the well, his eyes full of greed, and his mouth exhaled dark energy like mist.

His old wounds have not yet healed, and it seems that new wounds have been added.

The entire right leg was completely rotten, and you could see exaggerated teeth marks that almost broke the bone.

The mule seemed a little uneasy and kept kicking the ground with its hooves.

A gloomy aura enveloped the courtyard, and the humidity in the air dropped sharply, but it only made the mule's mouth a little dry.

The hungry ghost was extremely weak, which made him even hungrier, and he looked towards the room greedily.

Yang Hezheng closed his eyes and snored loudly.

The hungry ghost did not rush into the room, but just spit out thick negative energy.

"Hungry, hungry..."

When Yang He heard the hungry ghost's murmur, he couldn't help but curse inwardly. His cracked lips were already bleeding and his skin was dry and withered.

While water is being lost, yang energy is also being absorbed by hungry ghosts.

The hungry ghost's ability to devour water out of thin air is also affected by the window paper. Only Yang He has truly faced the horror of this ghost.

Old Man Yang had never seen any hungry ghosts, nor had his window paper broken. Even though he was in a mud house, the water was lost very slowly.

Just like a stray cat that strayed into the yard, at most it just felt uncomfortable.

Yang He lacks the protection of window paper and will be sucked dry by hungry ghosts before dawn.

"If we continue to wait and see, I'm afraid we won't have the energy to fight back soon."

"Fortunately, it's just a weak ghost. There's still a glimmer of hope."

Yang He originally planned to act according to circumstances. If the hungry ghost came to his door in a hurry, he would find a way to kill the opponent with the copper coin sword. If he was really defeated, he would use up the number of times he could go to the world of allusions.

But the hungry ghost was so cunning that he didn't reveal any flaws at all.

"If I let the hungry ghosts take the initiative, I will die."

Yang He pondered secretly, and suddenly became frightened. He also realized that if he couldn't kill the hungry ghost while it was weak, there would be endless trouble.

"Ha~~"

He yawned and opened his eyes, then stood up pretending to be sleepy, staggered to the teapot and took a few sips of boiled water.

"What a horrible weather! It's so dry and makes people feel uncomfortable."

Yang Heyi put on his coat, slowed down his pace and left the room.

He loosened his belt as he walked and went to the corner to urinate.

The hungry ghost was crawling on the top of the courtyard wall. In the ghost's eyes, Yang He was full of yang energy and the smell he exuded was extremely delicious.

As long as... you can eat it, the injury can be mostly healed.

Yang Heyi turned around and faced the hungry ghost with his back.

The cold wind blew and the coat crackled.

Click click click.

The hungry ghost could no longer control his appetite and opened his mouth condescendingly.

Yang He almost couldn't hold back his dry heaves, and the fishy mucus dripped onto his head. Although it evaporated quickly, the fishy smell remained.

"Hungry, hungry..."

The demon's upper and lower jaws were half a meter apart, and its mouth was full of sharp teeth, as if it was connected to a bottomless pit. Half of its tongue licked its lips. It leaned over Yang He, ready to devour its prey alive.

At this moment.

The ghost pupil opened on Yang He’s forehead and he held the copper coin sword in his right hand.

The hungry ghost didn't react at all, as if he was unaware of Yang He's threat.

Until Yang He's coat fell off.

Yang He's exposed right arm was actually purple in color, and the end of his arm was tightly wrapped with three circles of red rope, blocking the yang energy and causing blood loss in his arm.

He made the right bet!

Hungry ghosts can distinguish the depth of Yang energy. Yang He chose to isolate the Yang energy in his right arm and use the coldness of the copper coin sword to avoid their sight.

The ghost pupil locked onto the hungry ghost, and the copper coin sword stabbed hard at a tricky angle.

Zhi~~

Yang He's movements were random. He did not choose the hungry ghost's neck, but his left leg.

With the combination of spiritual vision and ghost pupils, his observation ability was far beyond ordinary. The hungry ghost's left leg was actually cut off at the root, and the ghost blood gushed out, turning into Yin energy that spread everywhere.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The hungry ghost grimaced in pain, and his right leg was unable to support his body, so he fell to the ground.

Yang He was ready for battle. He quickly pulled out the red rope, switched the copper coin sword to his left hand, and the warm blood began to flow in his right arm again.

The right arm barely regained its color, but it could no longer exert any strength for a short time.

Thanks to the Ghost Eye for suppressing the coldness of the Copper Coin Sword, otherwise Yang He would not dare to take such a risk. If he was not careful, he would easily break his arm.

"Roar!"

The hungry ghost rolled and crawled to the wall, staring at Yang He with resentment.

Yang He was breathing heavily. He simply gathered his strength for a few breaths before charging again. This time, the copper coin sword pointed directly at the hungry ghost's neck.

The hungry ghost opened his mouth and pounced.

Yang He dodged the attack in a panic, while guarding the location of the well.

The hungry ghost panted unwillingly, climbed out of the yard without hesitation, and fled through the alleys.

Yang He's heart sank. He didn't expect that hungry ghosts could control their appetite. Usually, the more seriously injured a beast is, the more ferocious it becomes.

"We must not allow hungry ghosts to enter the well. The underground sewers are interconnected..."

As a weak ghost, the Ghost Pupil cannot be fully utilized and is restrained by Yang He, so the effect of the Ghost Pupil is comparable to that of the Copper Coin Sword.

Yang He gritted his teeth and followed closely, and then saw a strange and inexplicable scene.

Peibai City was completely occupied by evil spirits.

There are ghosts everywhere, in all kinds of strange shapes. It is simply a feast from hell.

Yang He closed his eyes, the whispers echoing in his ears. He simply tracked the remaining evil spirit of the hungry ghost through the ghost pupils, and did not look directly at any ghost shadow.

What surprised him was that the hungry ghost did not choose to hide in the well.

As if he was afraid of something.

The spiritual vision gradually weakened, and Yang He chased the hungry ghost to a more remote alley. The hungry ghost was already at the end of his strength, and his movements became weaker and weaker.

Soon, the hungry ghost was forced into a dead end and began to struggle helplessly.

Yang He swung the copper coin sword without hesitation, and the hungry ghost's neck broke.

He felt relieved and was about to retract his ghost pupil.

pat pat pat.

There were scattered footsteps.

"Who?"

Yang He retreated to the outside of the alley and realized that the culprit who had previously severely injured the hungry ghost had appeared. Fortunately, he did not look directly at him...

Chewing came.

"Hehehe, you don't dare to open your eyes because you are afraid of seeing ghosts?"

Yang He felt his hair stand on end, his hoarse voice echoing in the alleys, and his ghost eyes saw a deformed man feasting on a corpse.

"Would you like to try it? Fresh ghost meat is very chewy!!"

Yang He remained silent.

The man continued, "Look at the hellish scene of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. Don't be shy. It won't be long before we become one of them."

(End of this chapter)