White Bone Demon Trail

Chapter 59 Similar
Yuan Erniu couldn't see the head clearly in the darkness, but the blurry shape made him realize that it was his wife's head!
This burly man was so frightened by the scene before him that he shrank to the corner of the bed and dared not move.

The headless body sitting on the edge of the bed remained motionless, as if everything around it had stopped.

In a daze, Yuan Erniu was so frightened that he fainted.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard the chirping of birds. He struggled to open his eyes and saw light streaming through the window, but he was still curled up in his huddled position.

The room was quiet, and he was all alone. Yuan Erniu recalled the scene from last night and dared not stay on the bed any longer, so he hurriedly climbed down.

But when he looked down, he found a pair of scarlet embroidered shoes placed right next to the bed, the very shoes he had picked up yesterday.

Yuan Erniu suppressed his shock, opened the wooden door, picked up the embroidered shoes, and threw them out.

"Erniu, hurry up and eat your meal and get to the fields."

A familiar voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw that his wife, Cui Tao, was already carrying farm tools and urging him on.

Seeing that his wife was perfectly fine and showed no signs of abnormality, he couldn't help but doubt himself. Could it be that yesterday was all just a dream?

Yuan Erniu quickly agreed, ate his meal, and went to work in the fields.

However, he was always absent-minded while working all day.

The couple didn't return home until it got dark, still carrying their hoes.

When they got home, the two sat down at the table to rest. Yuan Erniu turned around casually and suddenly noticed two red embroidered shoes neatly placed by the bed, exactly the same as the pair of shoes he had lost earlier that day.

"Cuitao! Cuitao!" he cried out in alarm. "The shoes! Why are the embroidered shoes back again?"

"What?" Cui Tao looked at where he was pointing, puzzled. "Where are there any embroidered shoes?"

"These are the shoes I brought back from the mountain yesterday! I threw them away before I left this morning, how could they be in my house?" Yuan Erniu asked in horror.

"Are you seeing things? What are you talking about red-sleeved shoes? I don't see them." Cui Tao turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Yuan Erniu was met with a glance from his wife, which reminded him of the scene last night. He unconsciously swallowed, then mustered his courage, picked up the embroidered shoes, poured in lamp oil, and took them outside to light.

He squatted on the ground and watched as the pair of red embroidered shoes were burned to ashes before he breathed a sigh of relief and went back into the house.

The couple cooked a pot of porridge, ate it with pickled vegetables, then washed up and prepared to go to bed.

Yuan Erniu lay in bed looking at his wife beside him, still feeling somewhat uneasy, but due to the fatigue of the day, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Erniu felt a chill beside him and woke up from the cold.

He opened his eyes and found that there was no one beside him again, but there was still a figure sitting on the edge of the bed, with his back to him.

Yuan Erniu trembled with near despair. He pushed aside the figure sitting by the bed, rushed out, grabbed a cleaver, and began hacking at the figure like a madman.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the bed and walls red.

In the dead of night, the sound of chopping bones echoed from the house, disturbing the neighbors' sleep. Finally, in the middle of the night, someone couldn't resist knocking on the door.

After knocking for a long time without anyone answering the door, the group kicked the door open.

As the faint light of dawn shone into the dimly lit room, the men could only see Yuan Erniu, his face covered in blood, viciously hacking at the bloody, mangled flesh on the ground.

Moreover, his lower body was also hacked to pieces, leaving only his upper body still repeatedly swinging and slashing.

The angry shouts of several men woke Yuan Erniu. He turned his head and gave them a strange smile before collapsing to the ground, leaving only half of his body intact.

The next day, everyone in Black Stone Village gathered in front of Yuan Erniu's house, witnessing the shocking scene.

You Junzi stared at the room with a dark expression. He couldn't find anything strange about it, only two pools of flesh and blood and half of Yuan Erniu's body.

Granny Liu in the crowd was a little stunned. She remembered the strange red embroidered shoes, so she looked around the house but couldn't find them.

She turned away from the crowd of onlookers in silence, returned to her home, lit three incense sticks in front of the clay statue of the deity, and then devoutly prayed while holding the incense.

After she finished her prayers, she was about to get up when she saw her grandson curiously carrying two red embroidered shoes into the house.

Granny Liu's eyelids twitched, and she sternly shouted, "Peng'er, where did you pick up these shoes?"

"Oh? Grandma, I saw it in front of our door. I thought it was a gift from someone, so I picked it up to take a look."

"The ones in front of our house?" Granny Liu frowned, took the pair of red embroidered shoes from Peng'er's hand, placed them directly under her pillow, and then took her grandson's hand and left the house.

"Grandma, where are we going?" Nine-year-old Peng'er asked curiously.

“Go stay at your fourth great-uncle’s house for a while. You’ll be eating and sleeping there for the next few days. You absolutely cannot go home unless I come to pick you up! Do you understand?” Granny Liu said with unusual seriousness.

Peng'er was a little frightened by his grandmother, who always doted on him, and quickly nodded obediently, saying, "Okay, I understand, Grandma."

After seeing Peng'er off, Granny Liu returned to her small house. She closed the doors and windows, and carefully examined the pair of red embroidered shoes under her pillow against the light streaming into the room through the window, but still couldn't find anything strange.

So he stood up, found a wooden box among a pile of objects, put the embroidered shoes inside, and locked it.

Holding the wooden box, Granny Liu muttered to herself, "Red Sleeve Shoes, if you were to become a spirit, it would be a blessing for you. But you insist on taking lives, so you are no good object."

"Giggle~"

A soft, cold laugh suddenly echoed in the dimly lit old house.

Grandma Liu heard this but didn't react much. She simply placed the wooden box in front of the altar where the statue of the deity was enshrined in the house, directly opposite the clay statue of the formless deity.

But to her surprise, the statue on the platform shattered without warning as soon as she turned around, and the scattered pieces of clay fell to the ground.

Granny Liu was taken aback and said, "Even Lord Wuxiang can't subdue him?"

She could only take out the red embroidered shoes again, find a needle and thread, and then sit on the edge of the bed, laboriously picking up the needle and unraveling the embroidered shoes thread by thread.

As Granny Liu unwrapped the fabric, she recited, "Red thread, silver needle, embroidered ball in front of the west curtain..."

A series of sobs came from inside the embroidered shoes. The sobs were filled with resentment and hatred, and gradually became hysterical, like the howling of a demon.

Finally, after many threads were removed from the embroidered shoe, it could no longer hold on, and with a piercing scream, the embroidered shoe disappeared.

Looking at her empty hands, Granny Liu couldn't help but recall what the village elders had said when she was young: those old objects that had become spirits were all the lingering resentment of pitiful people.

These unclean things hide in places even the gods cannot see, continuing to linger in the human world with their lingering thoughts.

The reason these things can harm people is because some people are afraid of death. An old woman like her has nothing to fear anymore, and isn't afraid of these spirited red embroidered shoes. Since this thing still wants to harm people, then just take it apart.

……

In the dimly lit mountain forest, a woman dressed in red, wearing bright red embroidered shoes, drifted lightly through the woods.

A black crow flew in from afar and landed in the woods, cawing loudly twice.

Bai Wuxiang stood in the forest, dressed in plain clothes, blocking the path of the woman in red.

The woman in red raised her head, her long, loose black hair parted to reveal a face as white as flour. Although she looked extremely beautiful, she was still creepy.

"You are……"

The woman looked at the man in white robes and asked in surprise.

“Since you have cultivated your spiritual power, you are considered a sentient being. Even if you harm others, you should harm those you despise.”

"You've disrupted the Black Stone Stronghold's energy flow for no reason, so I can't just stand by and do nothing." Bai Wuxiang said, looking at the woman before him with a blank expression.

"You think you can compare?" the woman in red said. "I have wandered the world for a hundred years and absorbed far more life essence than you, a mere brat."

"Is that so? Then why are you afraid of an old mortal woman?" Bai Wuxiang raised his hand, his white robe fluttering in the wind.

“Those old demon hunters can’t do anything to me, let alone you?” The woman in red didn’t answer his question. Instead, she raised her hand as well, and two ghostly claws came out.

Thousands of blood-red embroidered silk threads drifted out and wrapped around the opponent.

Hundreds of long white ribbons also flew out from Bai Wuxiang's body, intertwining with it like snakes.

A chilling wind swept in from all sides, blowing countless leaves down from the forest floor. Two strange energies clashed and clashed, causing the leaves to float and swirl around the two figures.

This was the first time Bai Wuxiang had encountered such a being. The other party had many similarities with him, both being born from inanimate objects and attached to human souls. Moreover, compared to fierce ghosts and demons, the other party gave people a more eerie feeling.

They are mostly the same as themselves, using people's fear to kill invisibly.

Even demon hunters are not afraid, but they are terrified of the ancient and wise ones.

Bai Wuxiang hadn't even noticed when those red embroidered shoes entered Black Stone Village. After all, their true form was just a pair of shoes; they possessed no demonic aura or deathly energy, making them impossible to detect.

Even when the couple died, Bai Wuxiang sensed the death aura, but he only thought that someone in the village had died a natural death.

If it were a demon or ghost harming people, he couldn't possibly not sense even the slightest trace of its presence.

It wasn't until Granny Liu placed the red embroidered shoes in front of the statue that Bai Wuxiang realized something strange had come to the village.

The red thread and the white silk were entangled and inseparable, and for a moment the white silk was at a disadvantage.

After all, the other party was a strange creature that had been a spirit for hundreds of years, while his Hundred Resentments Robe was only a half-artifact that had absorbed some resentment and the essence of ghosts.

Seeing this, Bai Wuxiang reached out and beckoned, "Come here!"

The next moment, humanoid skeletons emerged from behind him, and the earth's yin energy gathered, accompanied by loud wails and howls. Seven or eight imposing giant shadows appeared behind Bai Wuxiang and charged forward.

The bones of the dead, like the force of a weapon, stepped forward, shattering the red threads.

Black crows circling beneath the bright moon swept across the sky and landed on Bai Wuxiang.

The next moment, two huge black wings suddenly stretched out from behind Bai Wuxiang, and as they were raised, a feather as black as ink fell down.

His body flashed into mid-air, his wings flapped, and he suddenly shot out countless black feathers, which formed a black tide like thousands of sword energies, cutting through thousands of red embroidered threads.

Hongxiu's expression changed in shock. Her black hair flew up, and she stretched out her claws. With a wave of her ten incredibly long and thin ghost claws, thousands of silk threads surged with murderous resentment.

This was the pent-up resentment she had accumulated over a hundred years, which surged forth at this moment, startling the heavens and earth, obscuring the moon with dark clouds, and scattering the black feather tide.

Bai Wuxiang coldly withdrew his spell, and the wings behind him disappeared. This was a demonic technique he had been researching and trying to create for more than a year. Combined with the Xuan Ya, it could greatly enhance his strength, making him comparable to a cultivator in the Transformation Realm of the Xuan Sect.

However, based solely on his own cultivation, his progress over the past few years is far from being a match for the opponent's century-old resentment.

The countless red threads scattered the black feathers and entangled several bone puppets that Bai Wuxiang had carved in his spare time. These bone puppets were also created by him in imitation of the Taoist soldiers in the myths and legends of Xuanmen.

Not only is it incredibly strong, but it can also draw upon the earth's yin energy to intimidate others. Dealing with minor demons and martial arts masters is no problem for it.

Although he sees his various techniques being easily broken right now, they are still newly created and may not work now. However, as time goes by and Bai Wuxiang's demonic power accumulates to an abyss, the power of these demonic arts will become extremely terrifying.

Hongxiu broke through his methods, couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and casually raised her hands again, sending countless red threads swirling towards Bai Wuxiang.

She is also a being with a century-old consciousness, so she is naturally not a kind person. Since we have already taken action, we must eliminate evil completely!

Even if the other party also looks like some kind of spirit or monster, people of the same kind are often more hostile and antagonistic.

Upon seeing this, Bai Wuxiang in the air turned around and disappeared into the night.

Everything around fell silent, as if the other party had escaped.

Hongxiu sensed her surroundings and, seeing that the deathly aura had indeed disappeared, had no choice but to put away the red silk thread.

She touched her stomach and felt a little hungry.

Hongxiu frowned. This happened every time she used her own power. She wanted to devour people's souls, or more accurately, the evil, greedy, resentful, and angry thoughts within their essence.

She pondered whether or not to return to that village, since the monster was no match for her anyway.

But then she remembered the old woman's aura, which she found utterly repulsive.

But if he consumed the old woman's essence, which was far superior to that of ordinary people, he should be able to increase his strength to a higher level.

Hongxiu hesitated for a long time, but still held back. The spirit she encountered today was rather strange; she should wait until she was stronger before making any plans.

Then, the woman in red floated down the mountain.

In the forest, from the shadow of a tree, Bai Wuxiang suddenly emerged.

He gazed in the direction the woman in red had left. This spirit was extremely powerful, but it seemed quite different from the Yuanzhen Realm that Xuanmen cultivators spoke of.

Such a being would undoubtedly bring him considerable benefits from its resentment. He had no intention of letting go of this sentient being of his own kind!

(End of this chapter)