Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 142 Ancient God
Under the dark night, strange black shadows stood in the forest.

They look like humans, but their bodies are extremely thin, only as thick as a piece of paper.

A series of strange black shadows, holding hands, surrounded the edge of the crowd, surrounding all the people participating in the Torch Festival.

In their hands, they still held torches without temperature.

As the shadows held hands and swayed their bodies, the torches in their hands continuously scattered sparks onto the crowd.

The moment they saw Ran Qing appear, these thin black shadows screamed sharply and angrily, roaring in a strange language.

It seems that people who take secret paths are not welcome.

Ran Qing subconsciously stopped and did not move forward rashly.

In the darkness, the mother's figure silently floated past the group of strange black shadows.

The shadows were completely unaware of this.

Ran Qing frowned and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "My younger brother, Ran Qing, is a disciple of the Zangke wandering ghost Mo Baifeng. I burn three-foot incense and open a hundred-step altar to offer the Nuo god mask. I unexpectedly came here today and did not intend to disturb the venerable god's blessing. I beg the venerable god to grant me some convenience..."

In the dim firelight, Ran Qing's voice became hoarse and strange.

The Yin power of the Yin-walking man spread to his throat, causing him to make sounds that ordinary people could not hear.

Those strange black shadows were still angry.

But a layer of white mist gradually rose in the mountains behind them.

In the thick fog, Ran Qing vaguely saw a terrifying figure as tall as a mountain.

He stood quietly among the mountains, his feet in the river valley, his body actually level with the surrounding steep mountains.

In the fog, a cold and terrifying gaze fell down.

Ran Qing's body sank and he felt a huge pressure, and his knees almost gave way.

Evil Lord...

What an ancient evil lord!

A trace of horror and fear arose in Ran Qing's heart.

The moment he saw those dark shadows, he vaguely guessed the existence behind them.

But when he saw with his own eyes the white fog descending and the huge evil shadow standing among the mountains, Ran Qing still felt uncontrollable fear.

The blessings during the Torch Festival can actually attract the terrifying evil master from the Wujiang ghost world.

It is extremely difficult for the evil lord to come to the world.

But this evil master, whose figure could not be seen clearly in the fog, not only descended, but even blessed all the living people present. Just the sight of him made Ran Qing feel boundless pressure.

In the darkness, Ran Qing felt cold all over and was almost suffocated by the enormous pressure.

He quickly took out the evil ghost mask from his canvas bag.

He held the brightly painted Nuo opera mask tightly in his hands and respectfully placed it on his head.

The air seemed to be filled with the roars and cries of the evil masters behind the masks.

Ran Qing lowered his head and didn't dare to look.

But a cold power was spreading under his feet.

He clearly felt that his shadow was rapidly stretching and standing up, and it seemed to have turned into a huge black shadow behind him.

The pressure on Ran Qing suddenly decreased.

In the darkness behind him, there seemed to be a... or rather, several huge black shadows standing.

The evil master behind the Nuo opera mask was invited out by Ran Qing.

Some ancient and strange tone echoed in the sky.

They seemed to be having a conversation.

Finally, the fog came rolling in.

Ran Qing no longer felt any pressure.

He stood up and found that the paper-thin shadows no longer looked at him. The huge evil figure as huge as a mountain that was vaguely visible in the fog also no longer looked at him. Only the dark whispers behind the mask could be heard in his ears.

This time's sacrifice is unprecedentedly expensive...

Ran Qing's expression changed slightly, but he could only agree.

He grabbed the Nuo opera mask with one hand and ran quickly into the fog.

The thin black shadows in front were waving sparks in the fog, and the sparks fell into the crowd, driving away the evil spirits and bad spirits from people.

The huge evil god standing quietly among the mountains also stretched his neck in the fog. The huge head that was looming in the fog drooped and stretched like a waterfall, like a lump of melted syrup, which looked extremely terrifying and creepy.

The evil master began to eat...

Ran Qing just took a look and didn't dare to look again.

He quickly lowered his head, passed the group of strange black shadows, and followed the direction where his mother disappeared deep in the fog.

This mysterious and ancient evil god came to the world in person to spread Mars to people and drive away evil spirits, but it was certainly not free.

He would eat something from people.

Maybe it's good fortune, maybe it's yang energy, or maybe it's lifespan...

The appetites of evil masters have always been unpredictable.

In the ancient mountains of Zangke, a fragile balance has long been reached between the people and the ancient evil gods, with each taking what they need.

Ran Qing could vaguely feel that something was being sucked away from his body.

But the thing that was sucked away was very weak, and even if it was lost, it would not cause any harm to him.

However, with tens of thousands of people present, the "food" contributed by so many living people will be on a huge scale.

Ran Qing suddenly understood why the Torch Festival could attract such a powerful and terrifying ancient evil god...

He ran quickly in the fog.

Those who walk in the underworld can clearly feel the breath of the world of the living getting farther and farther away in the fog, and a cold and chilling power begins to spread in the air.

This strange fog actually leads to the underworld.

The scene ahead was becoming increasingly desolate. Ran Qing saw that the mountains, trees, and grass in his field of vision were all falling off rapidly.

If it wasn't a ghost walker, ordinary evil cultivators would have retreated immediately after seeing this scene.

For a living person, accidentally entering the underworld is tantamount to suicide.

But Ran Qing did not stop.

He quickly followed the familiar figure in front of him, chasing after his mother.

Gradually, the fog receded around Ran Qing.

From his sight, he could no longer see the mountains and woods of the Yushe Torch Festival.

Ran Qing was shrouded in darkness on all sides. In the eerie darkness, Ran Qing could only see a very small area around him.

And the mother's figure was still retreating in the darkness.

But when he got here, even Ran Qing, a ghost walker, had to stop and dared not move forward casually.

He stood in the darkness with a rather grim expression, looking at the barren mountains around him and muttering.

"Wujiang Ghost Realm..."

After passing through the fog, he actually went straight into the depths of the Wujiang ghost world!
Ahead is the familiar Wuzhai Pass.

The pass between the two mountains was dark and desolate, with gusts of cold wind, like the huge mouth of a monster ready to devour people.

The mother's figure was dispelled by the blessing of the evil god, and she was actually retreating back to Wuzhai Pass?
Besides evil gods, there are only evil spirits!

Ran Qing froze at the edge of the old woods, his expression somewhat stiff.

With his current abilities, entering Wuzhai Pass without permission would be tantamount to committing suicide.

Now there is no Sixth Aunt behind him to protect him...

(End of this chapter)