Mythology

Chapter 127 The Ghost Born in the Body (asking for the No. monthly ticket)
Yang He simply flipped through the book, which read "A Note on Plants, Birds, Animals, Insects and Fishes" on the cover.

Most of the content is related to Chinese medicine and covers all aspects. It seems that the doctor was reading the chapter about insects at the beginning.

Yang He did not have time to investigate further and followed Captain Shen back to the yamen.

The entire journey was speechless.

The yamen looked a little desolate, and several of the houses were very old. The blue bricks were covered with moss, with vines growing in circles in the cracks, and whirlpools in the centers of the stamens.

Only the accountant came to greet the constables. After learning that the body had died of snail disease, he left in a hurry without even saying goodbye, for fear of contracting the disease himself.

Captain Shen didn't care and came to the charity cemetery in the backyard from the fork in the road.

Next to the charity cemetery stood a stove used to burn corpses, guarded by an old constable. Spirals of black smoke were slowly rising from it.

The black smoke rotated regularly, gradually forming a vortex in the sky.

Yang He noticed that the grass and trees beside the stove were twisted even more exaggeratedly, and as long as he opened his eyes, he could not avoid looking directly into the vortex.

The constant churning in the stomach and intestines has begun to spread to the internal organs.

Captain Shen's face was solemn. "Old Jin, haven't the two bodies from yesterday been burned yet?"

The old detective stepped forward, his robe soaked with sweat, his dazed eyes spinning unconsciously, "It had been impossible to light before, and I used two or three pounds of hay to get the fire going."

“How weird!!”

Captain Shen cursed inwardly, turned around and said to Yang He: "I will stay in the funeral home tonight, too. I don't believe the body will..."

Before he could finish his words, muffled sounds came from the stove.

dong dong dong.

It was like someone was trying to escape.

Everyone was horrified by the sight. After a few breaths, the knocking sounds stopped abruptly, and the black smoke coming out of the stove stopped spinning. Everything returned to calm.

"Captain Shen..., do you think we still need to move to the charity cemetery?"

"The corpses are alive!!"

"Anyway, if I don't stay in the charity cemetery, my life will be wasted if I'm not careful."

"The doctor at Baicaotang is right. Snail disease is not a stubborn disease at all. It must be related to evil spirits. Something bad will happen to Yanqu Town sooner or later!"

Yang He was secretly shocked. The snail disease was more terrible than he had imagined.

According to the clairvoyance, the corpse has no tendency to turn into a ghost at all, but it can come back to life. What the hell is the source of the snail disease?
Captain Shen gritted his teeth and ignored the rules of Yanqu Town for generations.

"It seems that the bodies really can't be left in the charity cemetery overnight. Lao Jin, can we still put two bodies in the furnace?"

"Yes, yes."

Lao Jin hesitated and said, "But I'm afraid there won't be enough firewood. It's too difficult to burn the bodies of snails. Normally, ten bodies are enough."

Captain Shen stopped hesitating and tied up the body with red rope and yellow paper.

Then the two bodies were thrown into the furnace one after the other. The flames in the furnace were visibly reduced to half, and the black smoke began to intensify.

The vortex of black smoke was wriggling in a regular pattern, like a stomach lying in the sky.

Captain Shen raised his eyes for a few breaths, only to feel his face slightly hot and his stomach slightly uncomfortable. He quickly said to others: "Wu Jiang, you have to work harder tonight. Take two people to carry firewood."

"Okay, without further ado, we'll set off immediately."

Wu Jiang took the two men and left in a hurry, leaving four people alone to guard the stove.

They kept adding firewood into the mixture, barely maintaining the balance. They could see that the medicine boy's body was gradually dissolving, Li's body was slightly charred, but the body of Chen the Butcher showed no change.

The detectives could not hide their anxiety and dared not imagine the consequences of burning out the firewood.

At this moment, the sky was gradually getting dark, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and most houses had turned off the lights early, and the government office was plunged into pitch darkness.

Yang He's spiritual vision suddenly increased, and his intestines and stomach began to move frequently.

However, after trying to avoid the whirlpools, the snail disease did not become uncontrollable.

He left the stove temporarily on the pretext of urinating, and slipped into the cemetery to investigate. There was no corpse inside, but there was dried mucus on the table.

The mucus formed whirlpools.

It can be seen that the snail disease in Yanqu Town has not yet broken out. There are only six corpses in total, but there may be hundreds or thousands of potential patients.

Yang He sat back by the stove and asked, "Captain Shen."

"Hmm, what's up?"

Yang He met the gaze of Captain Shen, who seemed to be enduring the pain. How could he not be infected with snail disease after being in contact with the vortex for a long time?

As the backbone, Captain Shen could only suppress the symptoms as much as possible.

"Is there really an immortal master in the Song Mansion? What does he look like?"

"Actually... I haven't seen him, but the Immortal Master does exist. He was behind a screen at the time, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly."

Captain Shen's expression became serious. "The Immortal Master promised us that he would give us the magic water that can cure the snail disease in three days at most. By then, Yanqu Town will be restored to its original state. You don't have to worry."

Yang He continued to ask: "There should be a general idea behind the screen. Does the Immortal Master have any extraordinary characteristics?"

"feature……"

Captain Shen smiled and said, "Is a big head a characteristic? The Immortal Master's face is like a full moon, and there is a brilliant light coming out of his mouth and nose when he breathes."

"A face like a full moon."

Yang He shook his head slightly. In this case, this person should not be the disciple of the Chan sect that he was familiar with. Even the Immortal Master of the Song Mansion might be from the Jie sect.

"Could Yanqu Town be the work of this person?"

“Not necessarily.” Yang He dismissed the idea. Jiejiao taught everyone without discrimination and there were indeed many evil sects, but they were all straightforward in nature.

Even if they wanted to offer a blood sacrifice in Yanqu Town, they couldn't deliberately torture mortals.

Captain Shen kept repeating that the Immortal Master really existed.

Yang He did not refute.

Captain Shen has already regarded the Immortal Master as his life-saving straw. Unless there is solid evidence, his subconscious mind will come up with countless excuses to make up for it.

Yang He flipped through the book again, and one page caught his attention. There were traces of scratches from fingernails and a little blood on the paper.

Yang He's pupils trembled. The above sentence was ordinary, but when combined with snail disease, it can lead to a terrifying guess that makes one think more carefully.

'Insects go through the stages of egg, larva, pupa and adult in their life cycle.'

The doctor's bloody index finger wrote the following note: 'I never thought that people are like this.'

Yang He’s first reaction was that it was ridiculous.

Insect eggs correspond to pregnancy, larvae can barely correspond to children, but insect pupae obviously cannot be related to the elderly.

But on second thought, what if the larvae correspond to living people?
The pupa corresponds to the corpse.

The adult insects correspond to the evil spirits that are born from the corpse after death.

"In the final stage of snail disease, something may break out of the pupa!!!"

As Yang He had just come up with the idea, something unexpected happened in the furnace. The body of Chen the Butcher moved suddenly, and his legs actually curled up behind him a little bit.

Then comes the spine, arms, and neck.

Click click click.

The sound of bones colliding was endless and creepy.

Compared to the other corpses that turned into counterclockwise vortices, Chen the Butcher's was clockwise, and because of the stretching of his skin, his eyes were wide open.

The flames gradually died down, and the swirling black smoke came closer and closer to the ground.

Lao Jin was terrified. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word clearly. He watched the vortex gradually appear in his mind.

"More firewood!!!"

Captain Shen, despite the severe stomach pain, threw bundles of firewood into the stove from the air vent, and the others hurriedly moved the furniture from the charity cemetery.

The flames were barely more than half a meter high, and the body of Chen the Butcher was clearly visible.

The corpse opened its mouth into an exaggerated smile.

Yang He heard the familiar murmur of Chen the Butcher again: "Whirlpool! Whirlpool!! Everything in the world has a whirlpool. As long as you understand the whirlpool, you can achieve immortality and become an immortal!"

Captain Shen noticed that Yang He was staring at the stove thoughtfully.

"Yang He, don't stop. Once the fire dies down, the bodies will be freed."

His expression was filled with utmost despair, not only because of the strange and inexplicable corpse, but also because the vortex in his body had started to spin.

Every turn brings you closer to death.

"Tear down all the coffins in the funeral home. We should be able to hold out until Wu Jiang and his men bring back the firewood. Everyone, work harder!"

"Captain Shen, it's too late."

Yang He said in a deep voice: "For him, breaking out of the cocoon is a foregone conclusion."

"what?"

The body of the butcher Chen turned charred brown under the scorching flames, resembling an insect pupa, and the negative energy was madly infused into it, followed by a clicking sound.

Everyone was so intoxicated that they stood there in a daze, unable to resist the attraction of the vortex.

The body split in two.

A giant slug without a shell was crawling out. From its outward-extending eyeballs, one could make out some of Chen the Butcher's features, but the rest of it was no longer human.

When it is born, the slug is comparable to an ordinary evil spirit.

thump.

The iron door of the stove was knocked open, and the slug slowly moved towards the motionless people.

They were still conscious, but unable to control their bodies. They could only allow the monster representing the vortex to approach and swallow them.

Yang He's scalp felt numb.

Mortals who are affected by the unknown can actually become such unspeakable evil.

He could feel his vitality slipping away, so he simply looked directly at the slug, promoting the birth of a vortex in his body, hoping to find out what was behind it.

There was severe pain in the internal organs, and then the blood vessels and meridians were also pulled and rotated.

The blood began to flow backward uncontrollably.

"It feels like... I'm getting started with some kind of practice?"

Yang He groaned, and the three Yang Fires began to crumble. With the infusion of Yin Qi, a long and narrow slug ghost was born in his stomach and intestines.

The slug ghost coils in a vortex shape, attracting negative energy from the outside world into its body.

The giant slug looked incredulous when it saw Yang He.

"I... am the one who has achieved immortality. You are clearly taking advantage of me. It's impossible. I have already comprehended the great Dao in the whirlpool."

In the brief moment of stunned silence, the vortex of black smoke had already enveloped the giant slug.

To be precise, Yang He was also within the range of the black smoke vortex. The slug ghost in his body was struggling frantically, tearing off inch by inch of flesh and blood.

"Why do I feel like a Jiaolong needs to go through a thunder tribulation to transform into a real dragon?"

"The vortex will not allow defective adults to appear."

"Oh shit!!"

The giant slug began to rotate from its tail. It was squeezed while screaming, blood gushed out, and soon formed a fist-sized ball of flesh.

The evil spirit died beyond all possibility of death, leaving behind only the people who were limp on the ground.

Yang He regained control of his body and reached out to pick up the meat ball left by the giant slug. However, after taking a few steps, he could no longer bear the slug ghost in his body.

puff.

The slug ghost stirred up Yang He's flesh, blood and bones, and he was torn into pieces.

[Your character "Police Constable" has died, and the role-playing story ends]

(End of this chapter)