Wet viviparity

Chapter 203 Listen carefully, the demonic wind
"you really"

The old woman in the lamp was a little skeptical.

Looking at the monster in the evil wind, there was a sense of majesty in his words, and he was really not like the timid little monsters like them.

"If you accept me as your son, I will tell you." said the zombie in the vertical coffin.

"Haha~"

Ji Ming laughed. This zombie was really interesting, but he didn't have the habit of recognizing sons randomly, so he directly released the treasure nail. For a moment, silver light flashed everywhere, and the zombie was so scared that it jumped out of the coffin.

"That evil god calls himself 'General Shisha'. He is the mountain ghost of Heshanfang Qianliu Mountain and the true disciple of Nanhua. In short, he has many names. He kills any evil spirits he sees near Yintai Mountain."

After hearing this, Ji Ming subconsciously thought of Zen Master Sula and the southern ghost Zhong Chengzi.

Logically speaking, in the conflict between him and Zen Master Sura, a big shot like Zhong Chengzi would not shamelessly intervene, but looking at the background of this evil god, it is 100% certain that he is under the command of Zhong Chengzi.

It seems that the Zen master suffered several setbacks and finally asked Zhong Chengzi for help.

Ji Ming was in a depressed mood for a moment. If Zhong Chengzi, this ghost god, strongly supported him, even if he was made of iron, he could not hammer in so many nails. It seemed that he could not wait any longer.

You have to give it a try, even if it costs you something.

"That evil god only killed the demons and didn't do anything else?"

Ji Ming asked
"It seems like he is looking for something?" The old woman in the lamp said, "The evil god sometimes deliberately holds back, as if he intends to create chaos near this mountain in order to lure out what he is looking for."

Ji Ming looked at the old woman. This old woman was quite intelligent and seemed to have some foundation.

"How long have they been looking?"

"It wasn't long, maybe three or four days. The news was told to us by Fox Sanniang's family in a nearby tomb. They had been educated in the Fox Society." The zombie told everything.

Ji Ming did not expect that in these tombs at the foot of the mountain, the spirits had formed a "community"-like environment. He had not come into contact with such a spirit circle for a long time.

After asking the questions, Ji Ming did not stay here for long and rode the evil wind back to the small temple.

In the small temple, Ji Ming began to use his "super hearing" to listen to the sounds from all directions. For a moment, all kinds of noisy sounds poured into the screw hole.

His nine pairs of ears felt like they were being pricked by needles, and green blood was oozing out of the holes.

He ignored the injury and tried hard to concentrate, focusing on a certain sound, or sounds in a certain direction. Suddenly, the noise became much smaller, and a single type of sound became clearer.

After finding the correct usage, he began to listen to the same sounds one by one.

If someone is singing folk songs, he must be the woodcutter in the mountains.

There were family matters, daily necessities, not far away, and should be the nearby fox family. Although the old and young in the family had practiced to become spirits, they could not do without these things.

The Lamp Flower Lady and the zombie just now were secretly discussing about joining the Shadow Moving King in the Sun Family Ancestral Hall. It sounded like he was also a zombie.

Suddenly, he heard a different voice.

"Brother, how many days have we not come to Yangshi to patrol the mountains?"

“If you count the days, it’s been about 30 years.

Speaking of which, the last time it was the Spirit Official in the sky who was subduing the demons in the North Sea, a decree summoned a group of Yin troops like us into the world to clean up the battlefield after the battle in the Demon Mountain in the sea and eliminate the remaining evil spirits. "

"Brother, we have been patrolling the mountains for some time, and have already searched two or three hilltops, seven or eight villages and towns, and some ghost gathering places.

That Taoist priest is hiding somewhere, why don't we go to the nearby mountain village to absorb some people's attention, have some blood food, and have a good time. Anyway, this job doesn't make any money."

"Be careful with your words. The ghosts of the Five Zang Palace are watching. This time, I am following the order of General Shisha in the palace. He is a disciple of the Lord of Ghosts and Gods. He has always liked to claim to be the true disciple of Madam Nanhua Huode. This time, he is also here to repay the favor of the monk on Taiping Mountain."

"People are ordering us around, and we are so exhausted. I don't know when we can become ghost immortals and escape death."

"Don't say such discouraging words. If we finish searching the two mountains ahead, Xiaoyu and Yintai, our mission will be almost over."

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In the small temple, Ji Ming stopped listening.

"A favor?"

Ji Ming felt a little relaxed. As long as Zhong Chengzi didn't put direct pressure on him, he could still hold on.

At this time, he did not care about anything else. He transformed one of the three pairs of short limbs under the insect head into a pair of flesh arms, and gently patted the diamond statue in the temple.

Not long after, Qian Geng quickly rushed over.

Seeing the plump, white worms in front of the temple, Qian Geng was slightly surprised, but he was an experienced man after all, so he quickly calmed down and adjusted his mentality, bowing.

Without waiting for Qian Geng to finish his formal ceremony, Ji Ming took the lead and said, "Take me to the Blood-Surge Star Altar first."

Qian Geng did not reply immediately, but first looked at the flying larvae carefully.

The milky white fat body looked like a jade carving, and the slightly undulating spiral holes on both sides made Qian Geng feel extremely uncomfortable, an instinctive discomfort, and this discomfort came from beyond his cognition.

The dark brown head is placed on top of the body, with well-developed, pincer-shaped jaws and short antennae on both sides.

Below the head, there is a pair of human hands, very short, clasped together in front, and below the human hands are two pairs of short and thin insect limbs, forming a sharp contrast with the human hands, giving him a strange sense of deformity.

The human hands and the two pairs of insect limbs below only account for a quarter of the body, just like the space squeezed under the head.

"Yes."

Qian Geng replied with some hesitation.

It can be seen that his obedience to this strange insect only stems from Ji Ming's instructions when he was still a celestial being, but such obedience is enough for Ji Ming now.

Ji Ming waved his hand and four objects flew out of the temple. They were the Flying Fire Ruler, the Shangbao Ludan, the Blue Skull, and the Relic Stone Bottle.

By the way, he remembered that he had found a monk's robe on the second floor of the tomb tower. It was almost covered with dust in the small temple. He immediately picked it up and put it on the insect's body.

"Let's go to the altar."

Qian Geng and Ji Ming went up with the wind at an extremely fast speed and reached the surface in a flash.

Qian Geng said: "The blood altar is built on the 'Xu Mo Cliff' sixty miles away from this mountain. The road there is narrow and the cliff is high. There are many rocks and steep ridges. It is difficult for people and horses to pass. It is the best place to open the altar and hold a ceremony."

As Qian Geng was about to lead the way, he saw the insect demon shrink into the size of an aphid, and was swept across the hills in the evil wind, causing birds to fly high, tigers and leopards to run, and there were also sounds of ghosts crying.

Qian Geng was startled and quickly followed the evil wind. When he got closer, he saw that seven or eight little ghosts were swept up in the white wind and were killed together.

“When did these little devils appear in the mountains?”

Before Qian Geng had time to think about it, the evil wind had already rushed out of the mountain, sweeping up more and more little ghosts and killing them in the wind with the thunder nails.

(End of this chapter)