Mythology

Chapter 60: The Flawed Statue of Nuwa

The atmosphere in the hall was terribly depressing.

The seven bodies fell in front of the altar in strange states of death. They were evenly divided into twelve pieces, and then put together again after death.

The splattered blood stained the mural. In the painting, Nuwa was holding yellow mud to create humans, but now it was covered in blood, making it look extremely eerie.

The craftsmen were terrified to the extreme and started blaming each other for a while.

"Wang Lao Er, if it wasn't you, how could you have accidentally bumped into Lady Nuwa!!"

"You deserve to die!"

"Blame me? I said it would be unstable with eight people lifting it, so who insisted on rushing the work?"

They quarreled more and more fiercely, and they were about to fight.

"Shut up!"

Chen, the most experienced craftsman, interrupted the quarrel and said, "The most urgent thing is to stay alive. We won't be safe until at least morning."

"What are you standing there for? They're using stone powder to cover up the yang energy of living people..."

pat pat pat.

There was a sound of falling stones in the corridor outside the hall.

Old craftsman Chen's face turned pale, and he quickly smeared stone powder on his eyelids. The other craftsmen followed his example and then leaned against the wall without moving.

They didn't dare to raise their eyes, but Yang He saw it clearly.

"What the… shit."

Yang He's scalp tingled, and he finally understood why it was called a flawed statue.

To be precise, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a defective product.

Outside the open doors and windows, a statue of Nuwa was walking towards them with a smile on her face. Her posture seemed very awkward, and her body was covered with cracks.

The cracks are like ditches formed when a riverbed dries up, opening and closing as it moves.

What is exposed is the bright red flesh.

Yang He did not feel jealous, but his heart was filled with inexplicable awe, and his eyes fell on the face of the Nuwa statue that was pierced by cracks.

Suddenly I felt that the statue of Nuwa in Wuguang Temple had such kind eyes.

"There are another 107 similar weird things..."

Yang He held his breath and disguised himself as a dead person by transforming his corpse into an immortal body.

The footsteps continued.

The statue of Nuwa entered the hall and stood at the doorway, bathing in the moonlight, her eyes darting around, searching for any signs of life around her.

The craftsmen were sweating profusely, but fortunately the specially made stone powder had extremely strong adhesion.

After a long time, the statue of Nuwa turned around and left.

pat pat pat.

All the craftsmen breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. According to the rules of the Nuwa statue, they should have half an hour to catch their breath.

Suddenly, old craftsman Chen smelled a faint smell of urine next to him.

He felt a chill down his spine, and noticed from the corner of his eye that Wang Laoer couldn't control his crotch. Facing the pressure from the Nuwa statue, he couldn't help but urinate.

Nuwa paused for a moment, then disappeared instantly.

Old craftsman Chen was stunned, shadows covered the mural, and a statue of Nuwa with ferocious features stood in front of him, grabbing Wang Laoer and throwing him away.

boom.

Wang Laoer was torn into pieces, and his blood was poured on the place where the stake was hit.

The ground shook slightly and the zombies roared.

The statue of Nuwa seems to be trapped in the temple because of the zombies, but her spirituality is far beyond ordinary people. She thinks of using blood to stimulate the zombies to riot.

Once the piles are destroyed, countless people will die.

Nuwa did not throw the body away until she had pieced the body together.

How could the craftsmen remain calm facing the evil spirit at such a close distance? They all made noises.

They quickly knelt down at the feet of the Nuwa statue.

"Nuwa, please spare my life. It was Wang Lao Er who bumped into you. I have been serving you wholeheartedly from the beginning to the end. Please don't kill me!!"

"I am always kind-hearted and always burn incense and pray for you, Lady Nuwa!"

"Help!"

Old craftsman Chen's pupils dilated as he watched the statue of Nuwa reaching out to them.

As a result, the expected death never occurred.

Nuwa didn't move forward abruptly, her eyes looked at Dashengzhuang, her smile turned into anger, and then she disappeared again. Bang.

The Nuwa statue stomped hard on the ground.

Yang He rolled over in panic to avoid it, realizing that it was the blood that exposed him.

"It shouldn't have reached the level of a demon? It doesn't seem to make much difference. It's death anyway."

As Yang He just stood up, the statue of Nuwa appeared on the side again, and a scarlet wind blew in his face.

The pupil ghost was unable to lock onto the Nuwa statue at all, as its speed was too fast and there was almost no sign of the Nuwa statue's teleportation.

The black cat merged into the shadow of the Nuwa statue, trying to slow it down.

But it's useless.

Yang He summoned the stone arm as if possessed by a ghost, and the stone arm strangled his neck.

Then, the Nuwa statue grabbed Yang He and threw him away.

The sound of bones colliding was heard, but Yang He did not fall into pieces. Instead, he gritted his teeth and drew out the copper coin sword at his waist.

The pupil ghost attached himself to the ghost hand, and the copper coin sword accurately cut the crack of the Nuwa statue.

Two fingers dropped.

Yang He took the opportunity to break free, and then pupils appeared from the wound of the Nuwa statue.

His skin and flesh were like rock, and the stone arm was still strangling his neck. Compared with the ghost hand's emptiness, the petrification effect was more useful.

Of course, the burden is also heavier, and some blood vessels have lost their resilience.

Roar! ! !
The upper and lower jaws of the Nuwa statue are open, with cracks spreading from the corners of the mouth to the ears.

Yang He staggered back two steps. The statue of Nuwa was already on his shoulder. His petrification intensified, his Yin Fire crackled, and his skin showed spots of corpse spots. He was ready to fight for his life.

He no longer considered life and death, but instead thought about how to maximize his benefits.

It would be better to get some stone skin, maybe I can refine it into a blood-skinned coat...

"Hey hey hey."

The corner of Yang He's eyes twitched. When he heard the familiar strange laugh, he gave up resisting. The stone arm broke away, and the Yin fire turned into Yang fire to avoid damaging the foundation.

He put his hands on his hips, looking indifferent to life and death.

The statue of Nuwa is within reach.

puff.

Arms emerged from the altar and came from all directions to engulf the statue of Nuwa, followed by a teeth-grinding sound of joints breaking.

The statue of Nuwa was forcibly fixed on the altar.

“Hehehe, my dear disciple, let me be honest. Your three-headed, six-armed Dharmakaya may be a bit weird, but it does have some real value.”

The corpse in the corner opened its eyes, and then its flesh began to move, and moles grew at the corners of its mouth. In a few breaths, it looked like Taiyi Zhenren.

The craftsmen were so frightened that their legs went limp and they kept shouting for mercy from the immortal.

Yang He looked at Taiyi Zhenren. Unlike Gui Fuqiu, the latter had five arms, which showed how much importance he attached to the festival.

"Master, you..."

Without waiting for Yang He to ask, Taiyi Zhenren smiled and said, "Fortunately, disciple, you came at the right time, otherwise the statue would have been in vain due to the lack of a main stake."

"..."

Yang He thought to himself, as expected, his cheap master really doesn't consider him an outsider.

Fortunately, there is no flaw in the background of the corpse Taoist boy that was tampered with on the panel. You just have to be more careful and don't let Taiyi Zhenren see through it.

"Master, you don't want me to continue to be a living stake in the coffin, do you?"

"Not really. The practice of making corpses is a side trick invented by Chaoge. If I had hundreds of corpses, I would never do such a despicable thing."

"Besides, the Yin energy condensed by the Shengzhuang also helped your disciple to advance to the Xiantian realm."

Taiyi Zhenren kept laughing strangely, and Yang He felt more and more frightened.

"Good disciple."

"Come on, I will take you to visit several palaces in Qianyuan Mountain."

"what?"

Taiyi Zhenren opened his mouth and spit out, erasing the craftsmen's memories of themselves, making them believe that the process of moving the Nuwa statue was safe.

"My disciple, are you interested in becoming Nuwa's boy?"

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(End of this chapter)