I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 171 Please marry on my son's behalf!

The dusk was heavy, and white cloth and white flowers could be seen everywhere, casting a depressing shadow over the long street of Fengcun.

Feng Yaqin walked gracefully, holding a small and exquisite flying sword in her jade palm.

Her eyes were sharp as torches as she scanned around. She was extremely nervous and on guard at all times.

Qi Shaowei followed closely behind, his eyes fixed on the array plate in his hand, his breathing gradually became heavier, and he muttered in a low voice:

"Strange... If our reasoning is correct, there should be some kind of powerful magic weapon here, there should be some weak spiritual energy fluctuations. But my array is extremely sensitive to spiritual energy, why hasn't it reacted yet?

"Could it be that we are all wrong, and this place is really just an ordinary mortal village?"

Feng Yaqin's eyes were stern, and her tone was full of unquestionable determination:
"Impossible! There is absolutely no way so many strange things could happen in a mortal village. We must keep searching, even if we have to dig deep into the ground, to find the source of the weirdness here and rescue Gao Ren'an."

The two continued walking, their footsteps echoing in the dead silent street. Before long, the dusk grew darker, the last ray of sunset was ruthlessly swallowed up, and the night quickly enveloped the entire village like a tide.

The lights went out one by one, and the darkness of the streets smeared the world like an ink pen, swallowing up the sight, as if an invisible force wiped out all light and hope from this place.

Just as the last light on the long street was about to go out, Feng Yaqin suddenly caught a subtle sound in her ears.

Not far ahead, an old door slowly opened with a low creaking sound.

A pale face appeared from the crack in the door, full of tension and fear, and an uneasy and awkward voice uttered:

"Come here quickly!"

"Hurry—it's too late!"

Feng Yaqin's heart suddenly tightened, and she had a strong premonition that a disaster was about to happen, as if some terrifying force was brewing and was about to descend upon her.

Her keen intuition told her that a huge disaster was imminent and she had to leave the street immediately.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she shouted to Qi Shaowei behind her without hesitation:

"Come on!"

The sound was like thunder, full of urgency.

Almost at the same moment, the formation plate in Qi Shaowei's hand vibrated violently, and the mysterious and complex Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams pattern on it suddenly came alive. Thick black fog poured out of the formation plate, as if a sleeping evil ghost suddenly woke up.

From the thick black air emanated a hatred and resentment that was as thick and tangible as a substance. It was like an invisible torrent, roaring and surging all around, sweeping towards them.

"No! Get off the street and hide!"

Qi Shaowei suddenly realized it and issued the same reminder.

The two of them jumped up almost at the same time and shot straight towards the open door like an arrow.

At that moment, Feng Yaqin felt that the terrifying force behind her was swallowing up the entire world with irresistible pressure, chasing her closely, almost touching her clothes.

boom!
As soon as the two entered the house, the door slammed shut behind them, and darkness came down like a huge wave, engulfing the entire street.
The huge Feng Village fell into deathly silence; even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace.

The thick black fog outside, which was so thick that it seemed to drip water, was silently gnawing at every corner of the village with infinite malice, completely blocking all escape routes...

……

The moment the door behind him closed, the terrifying resentment that had just covered the sky seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The air returned to deathly silence, as if nothing had happened.

Qi Shaowei breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the intact formation plate in his hand. He found that cold sweat had already covered his forehead and soaked his temples.

Everything that happened just now was too strange and too sudden. If they were a little slower, he and Junior Sister Feng would have fallen into the horrible curse.

By then, even death will be a luxury.

Still in shock, he subconsciously looked up and forward, but was frightened by the figure standing in front of him and shuddered.

She was a hunchbacked old woman with deep wrinkles on her face, looking very old.

Her lips were deeply sunken, revealing a dry, toothless mouth, and she was staring at them with gloomy eyes.

Qi Shaowei suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart, and a chill ran down his spine.

However, Feng Yaqin beside him had a calm expression. She did not panic at all when facing the ugly old woman. She was even very respectful. She bowed and said:
"Thank you for saving me, old man. May I ask where the terrifying resentful aura on this street just now came from?"

The old woman said nothing, still staring at this side quietly, with a creepy and cold gaze radiating from her turbid eyes, as if to penetrate the two of them.

Just when Feng Yaqin thought that the other party was deaf-mute and was about to think of other ways to ask, the hunched old woman suddenly spoke:

"I see that you carry the authentic aura of the Five Thunders Law... Are you from the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain?"

Her voice was like a rusty saw rubbing against a stone slab. Not only was it harsh and unpleasant to the ear, it also carried an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Feng Yaqin's heart began to beat fast when she heard this. She had never expected that the old woman in front of her could see through their intentions at a glance.

She suppressed the strangeness in her heart and said in a gentle tone:
"Old man, you have a sharp eye. Just as you said, my brother and I are both disciples of Longhu Mountain. We entered your village by mistake. And one of my disciples is missing. I hope you can give us some advice."

The old woman did not respond immediately, but looked at them slowly, with a strange smile on her face:

"It is true that the law of nature goes round and round. I didn't expect to see a disciple from Mount Longhu here after more than 20 years. You look familiar to me. Could you be a disciple of that little girl Meng Jianfang?"

Feng Yaqin's heart was once again in turmoil. The old woman opposite her did not have the aura of a cultivator at all. She was just an ordinary person, but she actually knew her master Meng Jianfang?
But Feng Yaqin tried hard to recall, no matter how hard she racked her brains, she could not remember when she had met the other person.

She frowned slightly and bowed deeply to the old woman again:
"Senior, you are right. I am Meng Jianfang's disciple. Please forgive my ignorance. May I ask your name?"

The old woman looked at her, a strange look flashed in her cloudy eyes, and she waved to the two of them.
"You guys come with me..."

After that, she said no more, turned around and walked tremblingly into the house.

Feng Yaqin and Qi Shaowei looked at each other. Although they had doubts in their hearts, they still followed silently.

This old woman spoke out as a reminder in a critical moment, so she probably had no ill intentions. She also seemed to have a close connection with Longhu Mountain. Her identity must be extraordinary, and she might be the key to solving the mystery of Feng Village.

The old woman walked unsteadily, and did not stay in the house. Instead, she walked into the kitchen and came to the earthen stove where she cooked.

She pointed at the iron pot, looked at Qi Shaowei, and said in a low voice:

"Please move the pot away."

Qi Shaowei was extremely alert and on guard, but at this point he could only do what the other party said.

He stepped forward and gave it a gentle push. The heavy iron pot made a low "clang" sound and was moved to the side. Just as the iron pot was moved away, a three-foot square black hole appeared on the ground under the stove, which was pitch black and bottomless.

This cave was very hidden and was blocked by an iron pot. In Fengcun, a place where spiritual consciousness was restricted, even the two Yuanying Zhenren of the Zhengyi Sect did not notice it beforehand.

The old woman coughed a few times, climbed over the stove with difficulty, and slowly crawled into the cave.

In the darkness, the cave opened like a monster's huge mouth, swallowing her up in an instant, leaving only a faint voice floating out:

"You guys come down too."

Qi Shaowei gritted his teeth, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, but he soon stood firmly in front of Feng Yaqin and said:
"Junior sister, this old woman's origins are unknown, and I don't know if she is a friend or an enemy. I'd better go down and explore the way first. You stay up there and be ready at any time."

Feng Yaqin frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment, thinking that the old woman might know some of Feng Village's secrets. Finally, she shook her head, picked up her Taoist robe, and followed the old woman into the dark cave without caring about the dirty stove...

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Fengcun, the village chief’s mansion.

"...I would like to ask the Taoist priest to take care of this and pay homage to heaven and earth on behalf of my son and the bride."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air froze instantly, and the silence was so severe that even the sound of breathing seemed particularly harsh.

Li Qingyun was slightly startled, his eyes swept across the village chief's honest smile, and a huge and uncontrollable uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.

Almost at the moment when the village chief finished speaking, the sharp premonition of the divination power exploded in his mind like thunder - this wedding ceremony was not as simple as it seemed, it was actually a conspiracy against him!
Once you agree, it is very likely that this "happy event" will instantly turn into your funeral.

I can't agree to that! But——

He couldn't refuse!

Although the village chief appears to have no cultivation at all, his extremely strange aura is unfathomable.

If he did not agree, Li Qingyun was very sure that he would be covered in blood and his soul would be destroyed in an instant.

For a moment, he was sweating profusely, and was caught in a dilemma...

Seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, the smile on the village chief's face gradually disappeared. He slowly stood up and his tone suddenly became heavier:

"It's just a trivial matter, why are you so hesitant? After the wedding, you can leave Feng Village!"

As the village chief stood up, the servants and maids around him stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Li Qingyun.

At this moment, a strange change appeared on those ordinary faces - their eyes changed from being empty and lifeless at first to being greedy and ferocious, as if a group of hungry beasts were staring at their dying prey, ready to tear him into pieces at any time.

Under the gaze of these people, Li Qingyun only felt that the overwhelming horror and resentment were as if they were real. Even without relying on divination, he could sense that a huge disaster was about to befall him.

"Okay! I promise the village chief that I will marry your son!"

A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. Since he was no match for the village chief, he could only agree for the time being to avoid being killed on the spot by this powerful force.

As soon as the words came out, the terrible atmosphere of hatred in the flower hall disappeared instantly.

However, at the same time, Li Qingyun immediately felt an inescapable entanglement quietly climbing up his body from nothingness.

The village chief was all smiles, his expression showing an unconcealable joy:
"Thank you for your agreement, Taoist priest! In that case, please follow me to see my son, so that he can thank you personally for your kindness."

Li Qingyun wanted to refuse immediately, but before he opened his mouth, his body seemed to be controlled by some invisible force and he stood up involuntarily.

He suddenly felt something strange all over, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force. He took extremely unnatural steps, following the village chief, slowly leaving the flower hall and walking towards the inner courtyard.

Seeing this, he was horrified and immediately used his divination skills to check his condition.

In an instant, a scene that made him shudder with fear appeared before his eyes.

Countless black threads seemed to grow out of the void, tightly wrapping around his limbs and torso, and even piercing his soul.

These threads were invisible, but they were guiding his actions and even disturbing his mind, causing him to involuntarily obey the arrangements of the village chief.

On the other end, all the attention was focused on the village chief in front of them.

The other party's figure gradually became eerie and terrifying in his divination vision, as if it was a dark shadow that swallowed up his original mortal breath.

With the help of his magical powers, Li Qingyun immediately realized that after agreeing to the village chief's request, he had inadvertently fallen into some kind of mysterious contract!
This contract not only bound his actions, but also controlled his fate and cause and effect to a certain extent, making it impossible for him to break his promise to the village chief.

This strange and powerful method is far beyond the capabilities of ordinary practitioners.

What exactly is this village chief in front of me?
Li Qingyun subconsciously summoned the mysterious palace. He believed that no matter what means the village chief in front of him had, they would be suppressed by the hidden god, and he could immediately break free from this terrible control.

But in a flash, he gave up the idea.

Although he could regain his freedom immediately with the help of the power of God, even if he was temporarily out of trouble, he was still unable to compete with this unfathomable village chief.

If you force the other party to use tougher measures, you will end up in a more dangerous situation.

He gritted his teeth and decided to take a risk, keeping this most powerful trump card and striking back at the most critical moment.

The two walked one after the other, through the flower hall and layers of courtyards, and came to the inner courtyard with a half-open red door.

The dim light emitted an eerie warm glow from the crack in the door.

Li Qingyun followed the village chief into the yard and saw a man in a bright red new suit sitting in the middle of the hall with his back to them.

This place was decorated like a bridal chamber, with wedding characters and red silk hung all around, and colorful petals scattered on the ground, as if waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The wedding hasn’t even taken place yet, so why are you already dressed up?
Li Qingyun muttered to himself, but walked forward calmly, his eyes sweeping over the figure of the groom.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling came over me. The person in front of me...his figure is so familiar!
The village chief suddenly laughed out loud, and his voice sounded particularly harsh in the empty inner courtyard:
"My son, come here and thank your benefactor!"

The moment these words fell, the groom turned his head mechanically.

When Li Qingyun saw his face clearly, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The figure and face shape of the groom—it was actually Qi Shaowei!
However, the handsome features on his face were no longer there, replaced by a smooth skin covered with countless mouths.

Every lip opened at the sight of Li Qingyun, revealing countless densely packed white teeth, flashing like a cold blade...

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(End of this chapter)