Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 8: Gathering in an Isolated Village
Li Daosheng and the young Taoist priest walked together and headed straight for Wanshou Village.

On the official road on the other side, there was thick fog and the horses' hooves were rushing.

It was still early, not yet noon.

I saw a fat and strong black horse breaking through the thick fog, with its hooves flying and its mane dancing up and down, stirring up wisps of mist, which was extremely magical.

The rider on the horse was wearing a straw hat, but he didn't look strong, but rather petite. It was more like the horse kidnapped him than riding him.

"Xu..."

As soon as the thin "passenger" pulled the reins, the tall horse's front hooves immediately stood up, almost throwing him off.

After finally steadying himself, he heard a few strange noises faintly coming from the misty fog.

He took off his straw hat and wiped his face, and it turned out to be a woman.

Listen carefully, there seems to be fighting in the fog ahead!
The woman could hardly ride the horse steadily, but she wanted to join in the fun, so she turned her horse's head and galloped into the fog.

As we got closer to the sound, the fog cleared up a bit, and we could see clearly within a few feet of our surroundings.

But the more she looked, the more confused and surprised she became.

Just because there were corpses scattered all over the ground along the way!

The clothes of these corpses were tattered, but their skin was as white as paper. There were holes of various sizes on the vital parts of each corpse.

This expression... is not a zombie, so it's not a corpse transformation, but a corpse ghost?
The woman's heart was pounding.

Why are there so many zombies lying on the ground here?

She just thought of this, suddenly!

A fishy wind rushed straight towards her face. When she looked clearly, she saw only a face as pale as paper and sparse black and yellow teeth.

not good!

The woman only had time to bend down and dodge, but she did manage to avoid it but fell off her horse.

The fat and strong horse was frightened by the corpse ghost. With a "hiss" sound, he raised his four hooves and ran away, leaving his master behind.

The pale corpse ghost, whose first attack missed, turned its head, fixed its earth-yellow eyes on the woman, and opened its dry and smelly mouth again, pouncing on her.

Although the woman was shocked, she was not helpless.

But this time.

With a "whoosh" sound, a pitch-black spear pierced through the fog and arrived in front of the corpse that was rushing towards the woman in the blink of an eye.

Under the woman's wide-open gaze, the spear pierced through the corpse's head unhindered, and with a "bang" it nailed it to the tree beside it.

Amazing!
The pierced fog could not close at all, and then a pair of footsteps were heard walking towards them leisurely.

The person who came was a young man with a stern face. He lowered his eyes and glanced at him without saying a word. He walked to the gun, pulled it out, and shook his wrist. Green blood spilled, and the tip of the gun was clean and bright again.

When the woman came to her senses, the stern-faced young man had disappeared.

Her face suddenly flushed.

I was distracted just now?!

But what a pity, I didn’t ask for his name.

I don't know which family that young man just now came from...

The girl was in love, and it was clear at first sight that she had run away from home. Could it be that she had met her true love in this wilderness?
The more I think about it, the more I regret it. Why did I get distracted at a time like this?
Just as I was getting angry with myself, suddenly, the footsteps came back.

She opened her eyes wide and looked forward.

I saw that the young man holding the black spear really came back!
But when he saw her, he was obviously stunned.

Then he turned around, changed direction, and walked again.

Am I that scary?
I was about to get up and leave, feeling gloomy. After all, this place was haunted by zombies and it was unsafe. My horse ran away...

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the man holding the spear appeared again.

When she saw him break through the fog again and appear in front of her, the woman didn't know what to say.

The man stood there and pointed to his left: "Is this north?"

She was speechless, then burst into laughter: "This is Nan."

The man was about to leave.

She quickly stood up and straightened her clothes: "Hey, wait!"

"Where are you going? Let me take you there. I know this area very well!"

The man hadn't intended to pay attention to her, but upon hearing this, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Do you know which direction Wanshou Village is?"

The woman's face froze for a moment, then she forced a smile: "Of course I know. I'll just consider it as a way of repaying you for saving my life."

"Sir, my name is Jiangzhu, what's your name?"

"..."

"Are you going to Wanshou Village to attend the Ascension Ceremony?"

"..."

"It's nice there, but don't stay there for long..."

"..."

She said a lot, but he didn't say a word in response.

After asking all the way, she still couldn't find out his name.

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"Jianshou Mountain?"

When the young Taoist priest Chen Zhian heard Li Daosheng's question, his eyes immediately widened.

"Brother, are you from Jianshou Mountain? No wonder your swordsmanship is so sharp!"

When Li Daosheng heard this, he had an idea in mind.

Fei Zaixing should have just died in this world. I don’t know if the news has spread.

Moreover, I don’t know how famous Fei Zaixing is. If he is just an unknown person, then no one will know about his death.

However, in this world, even a figure like Monk Du Nan died silently in some unknown corner, which is not uncommon.

"I'm not from Jianshou Mountain, but we have some connection." Li Daosheng didn't lie.

"Oh..." The young Taoist priest seemed to understand, "Jian Shou Mountain has to cross the Luo River and head north. The journey is not short..."

"Is there any quick way to get there?" Li Daosheng asked.

In a world like this, having a teleportation array or a way to fly with a sword shouldn't be uncommon, right? He thought so.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhian shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, riding a horse might be faster, but riding a donkey won't work."

"Flying?" Li Daosheng asked.

Chen Zhian looked at Li Daosheng in amazement. "How is that possible? Warriors have light bodies and agility, allowing them to leap and tumble. We can use some magic to run more lightly, but as for flying... I'm afraid only birds born with wings can fly when they become demons..."

Upon hearing this, Li Daosheng's deepest worries were slightly relieved.

Although it is a world of strange stories, it seems to be the Dharma Ending Age.

No wonder the living environment of ordinary people is so bad that praying to gods and Buddhas is useless, but evil spirits and demons emerge in endlessly.

Only those who have inherited skills and Taoism can provide some protection to the human race.

But...it depends on your conscience.

Like him.

Li Daosheng quickly glanced at Chen Zhian.

This young Taoist priest has good skills and is a good person.

The only thing is... bad luck.

Li Daosheng learned about Wanshou Village from the prologue given in the thirteenth month.

To him, that place was 100% problematic, and it was a serious problem that could cost lives.

But this young Taoist priest actually wanted to go to Wanshou Village with a "pilgrimage" mentality.

No matter how much you persuade him, he won't go back.

However, everyone has his own destiny.

There is still more than one knife hanging over his head, and Li Daosheng has no right to teach others.

Speaking of which…this time, including myself, there were three people coming in.

I wonder where the young man with the gun and the faceless woman have gone...

(End of this chapter)