I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 2 2: Five Armies Support the Black Killing Divine Officer Heavenly Soldier Bag

At night, in the mud-walled thatched house, an oil lamp is lit luxuriously tonight.

The house is not big, with a bedroom of about ten square meters, and a stove, miscellaneous items and firewood outside, with a total of no more than twenty square meters.

Moreover, there was only one earthen kang in the bedroom.

Facing the dim oil lamp, Qin Yueru was sewing a cowhide bag with needle.

"What on earth do you want to use this for? Are you using it to pretend to be a bull?"

Ji Yuan suddenly wanted a lot of strange and weird things, and Qin Yueru finally decided to use her savings to buy them for him.

It was not that she was shocked by Ji Yuan's "momentum"; rather, she knew that in one more day, she would no longer be able to take care of him like this, and in the days to come, she would have to rely on Ji Yuan himself.

Not far away, Ji Yuan squatted in the corner, sticking his butt out, carefully chiseling and grinding cinnabar with a borrowed small stone mortar.

"You'll know then."

Ji Yuan said, and then warned: "Sister-in-law, don't tell others, otherwise we will be in trouble."

After a whole day of buying and borrowing, I finally found all the materials I needed.

"For these things, my sister-in-law has spent all her hard-earned savings. I must succeed, and only I can succeed..." Ji Yuan secretly made up his mind.

In this era, one coin could buy a meat-filled bun, three small pancakes, or two large white flour buns.

Ji Yuan personally went to the village and bought the two-foot-long yellow cowhide from a butcher, spending a full twenty coins.

There is also cinnabar, which is not even produced in the local counties. It is extremely precious and only available to doctors. Due to its highly toxic properties, it is a prescription drug and pharmacies dare not sell it without a prescription.

Fortunately, the old doctor in Qingtang Township was a relative of the Ji family. After begging for a long time, Ji Yuan finally bought three grams of cinnabar from him, spending one hundred and twenty coins.

It’s enough to buy half a fat pig.

Together with the bald rabbit-hair brush he bought from the old doctor for ten dollars, all his savings were used up.

As for the liquor, he didn't spend any money. He just ran to Qin Yueru's parents' house and secretly took it from the drunk old man Qin.

Her father was addicted to alcohol and couldn't live without it at every meal. He only drank good wine, especially when he had money.

While grinding cinnabar, Ji Yuan concentrated on studying the steps and techniques of refining the [Centipede Bee Bag] in his mind.

This was the only magic weapon that Ji Yuan had finally found after searching for a long time. It did not require any magical powers, precious materials, or rare treasures from heaven and earth to practice and activate.

[Centipede Bee Bag]: Originated from the Five Armies Rescuer in the previous life myth; the magic weapon of the Black Killer Star Gao Jineng.

A black leather bag, when he opened the pocket, a group of black centipedes and bees flew out, making sounds like the hissing of metal. They were invulnerable to swords and guns, and could not be hurt by water or fire. Their stingers were sharp and they were extremely ferocious.

No matter whether they are human or immortal, once the skin is bitten by a centipede bee, it will turn into blood in a moment.

After being refined to the extreme, he was said to command millions of black evil demon soldiers.

The ritual method is very simple. In addition to the above-mentioned materials, two strange talismans are most important.

Ji Yuan pondered over these two talismans for a whole day, drawing them on the ground with a branch countless times, and thought that there should be no problem.

"The only ugly thing is that I still haven't found a place to put on my pants. Fuck... am I going to be a naked warrior..." Ji Yuan stuck out his butt and complained in his heart.

In fact, in this era, most rural children are bare-butted.

It was not easy for people in the countryside to accumulate money, and no family would be rich enough to spend money or precious cloth to make pants for children under the age of 10.

I heard that there are some poor families where the whole family only has one pair of good pants, and whoever goes out wears it.

"The skin has been sewn up as you said. Do you want it?"

Ji Yuan took it from Qin Yueru and looked at the blood bubble on her finger, feeling a little sad: "Sister-in-law, thank you for your hard work."

"Okay, just right."

The leather bag is one foot long, with neat seams without a single thread sticking out. When you touch the inside, it feels smooth, delicate, warm and moist.

Qin Yueru stared at Ji Yuan intently. She was so curious that she was as paw-like as a cat. She even forgot a little about her worries about remarrying Wu Dagui.

She just wanted to know what this second kid with strange words and behaviors was trying to do?

Ji Yuan took out a kitchen knife and a small ceramic bowl, and first put the cinnabar into the ceramic bowl.

Then, add the liquor.

Then, the kitchen knife cut his finger and drops of blood fell into the ceramic bowl.

"Hey!" Qin Yueru was about to stop him with a worried look on her face, but Ji Yuan shook his head and signaled her not to disturb him.

Then, she saw Ji Yuan shaking his head and mumbling something.

It was a very rhythmic tone, difficult to pronounce, like a country tune, or like the so-called "spell" uttered by witches and shamans in my childhood memories.

While muttering to himself, he used a pen to mix cinnabar and blood.

"Drip, drip, drip" the blood kept dripping into the cup.

Even Ji Yuan's young face turned from dark to pale, and his lips were bloodless.

The leather bag was spread out on the kang. Ji Yuan took a brush and dipped it in cinnabar, then drew strange patterns on the leather bag.

Qin Yueru had never seen that kind of pattern, but she was sure that it was not words.

Suddenly, Qin Yueru's eyes widened.

As the sound of the curse lingered in the air, the cinnabar pattern slowly seeped into the skin, visible to the naked eye. Ji Yuan was not surprised at all, but was filled with joy. He dripped blood from his fingertips into the skin, and soon it seeped into the skin along with the pattern.

Could it be that the skin is alive? It is sucking human blood!

Qin Yueru couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands.

After finishing the front side, turn it over and draw the back side, still proceeding as above.

Soon, the entire brown leather bag was moistened to a dark red color, and a fishy odor drifted throughout the yard and could be smelled for dozens of feet.

"Buzz buzz..." The chaotic sound of mosquitoes and flies suddenly echoed outside the yard.

"Puff, puff" the window paper was hit by mosquitoes and flies, making snapping sounds.

It seemed like there was something in the house that had a fatal attraction to mosquitoes, flies and insects.

"Hualala" the wind rustled faintly outside the courtyard, making the branches of the trees rustle and the dust fly everywhere. The oil lamp in the house flickered like a candle in the wind.

Qin Yueru nervously covered her mouth tightly, not daring to scream.

In her eyes, Erwa, who was immersed in it, had a serious and cold face like a ghost, which made people feel strange and scary.

"It's finally done! Open the window!" Ji Yuan's face was pale. He put down the pen and pinched the wound on his left index finger. His weak voice revealed joy.

"Oh." Qin Yueru opened the window above the bed in a daze.

"Come!" Ji Yuan twisted his fingers and pointed.

"Swoosh" and "Whoosh" a long dragon like a dense dark cloud drilled into the opened mouth of the leather bag.

The room was filled with smoke and dust, and the oil lamp was blown out by the wind.

Under the moonlight, a long dragon of dark clouds as thick as a bucket continued to pour in from the window.

The buzzing sound resounded through the sky.

Looking carefully in the moonlight, I could see that they were not dark clouds but swarms of mosquitoes, flies, moths, bees, wasps, etc.

It kept flying into the bag like this for dozens of breaths before the noise outside the window stopped.

"All the mosquitoes, flies and bees nearby should have been attracted here." Ji Yuan said as he pulled the soft rope at the mouth of the leather bag to tighten the bag opening.

"You...you attract so many mosquitoes, what effect can you have?"

Qin Yueru, who had recovered from her shock, quickly took out mugwort and cloth strips to bandage Ji Yuan's wound. She asked.

"That will be very useful. Just sleep peacefully." Ji Yuan held the Centipede Bee Bag in his hand and lay on the firewood pile in the corner with a look of joy on his face.

All the magic weapons in the scroll are real! And they can really be mastered!
Although it was expected, the joy is still hard to describe.

When this [Centipede Bee Bag] is first formed, there is only one restriction inside; when it is opened, blood can be used as a lure to absorb insects, mosquitoes and flies within a hundred feet around.

And make these mosquitoes and flies devour each other in the sac and advance, eventually becoming an alien centipede wasp.

As the number of centipede bees increases, the magic weapon will also be upgraded, generating more layers of talismans and prohibitions, up to a maximum of seventy-two layers.

With each advancement in the restriction, the power increases exponentially.

"There are now 129,600 mosquitoes in the bag. I should be able to train them into a centipede..." Ji Yuan thought to himself.

He used the blood-written talisman to make this magical weapon, and he had a vague sense of it. He could even know the number and condition of the insects in it at any time.

But now he couldn't control these insects as he wished.

He had to wait until the insects had devoured Ji Yuan's hard work in the bag before he could command them according to his mind.

"Erwa, why are you sleeping on the firewood? Come into my arms." Qin Yueru said as she got into bed.

The house was small and had only one bed, so Ji Yuan had been sleeping with his sister-in-law since he was little.

After all, Ji Yuan was still young at that time, and he was silly and a little mentally retarded. Without anyone to look after him, he would pee and poop in bed in the middle of the night.

Originally, brother Ji Ping said that when Ji Yuan grew up a little, he would hire someone to expand the house and build a room for Ji Yuan in the vacant space next door as a wedding room in the future.

Unfortunately, my brother was conscripted and there was no news of him again.

"Sister-in-law, you sleep by yourself. I will sleep on the woodpile from now on."

"What?"

"I grew up and recovered from my illness."

"I see your illness hasn't healed, it's gotten worse."

"What?"

"You suddenly have this strange ability, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse... Tell me, are you a monster now? Where did you take my second child?"

"I am Erwa, really, I was born with these abilities. It's just that I was hysterical before."

"Believe me, I will never hurt you."

"I do not believe."

"What?"

"In the past, you would sleep with your breast in your mouth."

(End of this chapter)