The ultimate master in the city

Zhou Fengchen paused for a moment, recalling the young man from the Zhang family whose buttocks had been bitten off. He had thought it was just hearsay and that Aruhan was exaggerating, since this thing was too illogical. It turned out... there really was such a thing.

In the blink of an eye, the "child" let out a wicked grin and lunged forward, baring his teeth.

Zhou Fengchen was in a very awkward position at this moment, unable to straighten up, so he could only slap the handprint.

Snapped!

I patted the "child's" belly, and it felt like I was hitting a frog's belly. It was bulging, elastic, and the surface was wet and slippery.

The child screamed and flew backward, but the instant it flew away, it opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling viscous liquid, which shot out like a water arrow.

Zhou Fengchen quickly dodged, and heard a "sizzle" sound beside him. The spit-out sap was also poisonous, and the withered grass and leaves were scorched.

He quickly wiped his buttocks haphazardly, pulled up his pants, and looked outside. Good heavens! There was more than one; three of these "little kids" were trudging through the snow from all sides, and the one that had fallen out was shaking its head and staggering to its feet.

"Damn it, where did this little brat come from!" Zhou Fengchen drew his ancient Qing Dynasty sword with a "whoosh".

Upon seeing the knife, the four "children" stared with their red, lifeless eyes, seemingly a little frightened. They took a few steps back, then opened their small mouths and spat out saliva with a "pfft," "pfft."

That saliva was extremely aggressive, not only foul-smelling but also like sulfuric acid, with very strong corrosive properties.

Zhou Fengchen dodged, then with a light step, he arrived beside one of the "children" and swung his sword down.

The "child" turned to run, but was too slow and was cleaved in two by a knife. It let out a "howl" and collapsed to the ground, a puddle of black sesame paste-like substance flowing from its severed belly.

The other three were pouncing fiercely, but when they saw the "child" that had been cut in half, they were frightened and turned to run away.

Zhou Fengchen wasn't about to let them have their way. He chased after them and slashed them once, then slashed them again with his other hand. In no time, all four "children" were split in two, their bellies filled with "sesame paste," resembling glutinous rice balls. Their bizarre appearance was quite frightening.

By then it was completely dark, and torches were lit in the fields, creating a lively scene with many figures.

Fine snowflakes began to fall again from the sky, and the wind made it a little chilly.

Zhou Fengchen looked around, thought for a moment, and took out a yellow paper talisman. Before the snow fell heavily, he would use the tracking talisman to try and find out where Monk Yuanzhi was, so as not to have to ask A-Kui for directions. He was somewhat averse to corpse drivers.

However, after the talisman was made and the hand seal was formed, there was no reaction at all!

There are three possibilities in this situation: either the target is more than 60 li away from the target, or Monk Yuanzhi is in a special environment, or... he is dead!

Alright! I guess I'll have to go and deal with Aquilina.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put away his knife, and ran towards the fields. When he got there, he was astonished to find almost everyone from the entire village there. They were all watching with great interest, some eating their meals, others cracking sunflower seeds, and a few young men were even squatting on the snow playing cards with their phone lights on.

Looking further into the crowd, there was an open space, but there was no feces, rotten fish, or dead cats, so it must have been cleaned up.

In the innermost part, closest to the hillside, a group of people were digging a pit. They were digging enthusiastically. The pit was very large, and because of the angle, it was not clear how deep it was. Young men and laborers could be seen jumping down from time to time, while a group of women and children outside helped carry soil.

There were three or four dishes of offerings beside the pit, and behind the offerings was a... Taoist priest kneeling?

He didn't look like a Taoist priest because his clothes were tattered and it was hard to tell if they were Taoist robes. His hair was a bit long and bald in the middle. He was kowtowing several times devoutly and muttering some unintelligible words.

This person must be Master Mo Wei.

Behind him stood an old man in his fifties, presumably the head of the Zhang family, while standing next to him was the corpse-driving craftsman, A-Kui.

Next to Aqui was a lacquered red wooden coffin.

In this situation, it wasn't convenient to talk to A-Kui. Since there was no rush, Zhou Fengchen stared at Daoist Mo Wei and began to scrutinize him. But something seemed off; the man's aura was very subtle, and something seemed amiss.

He stepped forward, squeezed into the crowd, and took a closer look. Something was wrong! Putting aside whether this damned Master Mo Wei's aura was strange or not, he didn't seem to be performing a ritual, but rather... a sacrifice!

What is a sacrifice?

Sacrifices are divided into four categories: sacrifices to the gods of heaven, sacrifices to the gods of earth, sacrifices to the gods of man, and sacrifices to demons and evil spirits. In other words, sacrifices are made to the gods with things and objects, to inform them of certain events in a certain year, and to ask for peace!

This Taoist priest Mo is offering sacrifices in a huge pit. What could possibly be in a pit? What deity would stoop so low as to go into such a place? He must be offering sacrifices to demons.

Just then, Daoist Mo Wei got up, waved his hand without turning around, and said, "Go to your ancestors!"

The tone was very strange, like it was a dish being served.

The Zhang family head behind him didn't seem to think anything of it. He said a few words to the corpse driver, A-Kui, who then shook his bell. Suddenly, a withered old corpse jumped out of the coffin next to him. The clothes on his body should have been changed recently, as they were quite clean, and he looked like an old man who had just passed away.

The villagers must have been watching something strange all day; they've become numb to it all, and they no longer feel afraid when they see a corpse.

The old corpse lay down next to Master Mo Wei, who then took out a strange herb and applied it to its body.

Something's not right! Zhou Fengchen shook his head inwardly, stepped back from the crowd and moved a little further away. Just as he was about to use his Heavenly Eye to see what was going on here, he suddenly noticed that in the dark not far away, more than a dozen of those "kids" that had been killed earlier were running over in a swarm, sneaking closer to the crowd, not knowing what they were up to.

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then decided to do a good deed. Being bitten by this thing was worse than by a cobra. He quietly ran over, took out more than ten talismans, made a hand seal, and pointed, shouting, "Hurry!"

A dozen or so talismans, glowing with a faint yellow light, flashed and struck!

The dozen or so "children" were startled and turned to run away. Just as the talisman was about to hit them, they all jumped forward and disappeared.

Zhou Fengchen exclaimed "Huh?", put away the talisman and walked over. He found dark holes in the snow, about the size of a football, with faint heat rising from them. He didn't know how deep they were, and the "children" had crawled into them.

He pulled out the knife and stabbed it in; it went quite deep, but he couldn't reach the bottom.

After thinking for a moment, he stopped paying attention to the holes, stood up, opened his third eye, and looked at the large pit above the crowd.

Upon seeing this, one couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spine. The place was shrouded in dark, ominous energy, clearly indicating that something terrifying was about to emerge.

"This is fucking terrible!"

It's one thing if you don't see it, but if you happen to witness it and just stand by and do nothing, that's inhumane.

So he hurried over and squeezed into the crowd.

At this moment, Daoist Mo Wei had already smeared the corpse of the Zhang family ancestor, placed it in the coffin, and was looking at the pit, his body trembling, as if he was very excited.

Zhou Fengchen took a deep breath and shouted, "Stop fucking digging!"

"Whoosh—"

The crowd turned to look at him in unison, all with puzzled expressions. Where did this person come from, and what is he doing?

Upon seeing this, the corpse-driver A-Kui's expression changed, and his eyes darted around, his meaning unclear.

Master Mo Wei blinked in confusion, then his expression changed drastically, and he roared, "Stop him! Don't let him come any closer!"

Zhou Fengchen drew his ancient Qing Dynasty sword with a "whoosh," pointed it at Daoist Mo Wei, and sneered, "You heretical Daoist, spreading falsehoods and bewitching the masses, worshipping evil spirits, your heart is wicked! Today I will act on behalf of Heaven and destroy you first!"

Several young men who were about to rush over hesitated when they saw the knife drawn, while the crowd looked at each other in bewilderment.

The corpse-driver, A-Kui, quietly slipped to the side, while Master Mo Wei's expression turned extremely grim, his face contorted in disgust.

The Zhang family patriarch pointed at Zhou Fengchen, "Where did this brat come from! Is he crazy?! Block him!"

Just as Zhou Fengchen was about to move, Aru Hanzi from the crowd saw this and ran over, grabbed his bag, and pleaded desperately. In the end, he pulled and tore the bandage off.

Zhou Fengchen was furious and kicked him over, yelling, "What are you doing, you bastard? Get out of my way!"

He then pointed at the Zhang family patriarch and his group, "Do you think I want to get involved in this mess? Stop digging! Run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three or four shriveled corpses suddenly flew out of the pit, followed by a sinister laugh. Then, thick black hair twisted and sprang out like long snakes.

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