Mythology

Chapter 18: Holding Thighs and Dying
Cailian Town was shrouded in darkness, but there were only a few lit candles, and soon the streets and alleys were dead silent.

Every household had red ropes tied in front of their doors and their windows were sealed with wooden strips and rivets.

The government office that was supposed to maintain order was closed for several days. One could see that the four walls were covered with yellow talismans and traces of black dog blood were everywhere.

The government office was so busy that the sound of a baby crying could be heard from the backyard from time to time.

The mountain breeze blew, and paper money flew all over the sky.

thump.

The night watchman struck the gong to remind people that night was coming.

"The day fades away, and the night comes."

Wu Hong has been working as a night watchman for thirty-six years. He is now over fifty years old, childless and with a head full of white hair, but he is still in good health.

"The living have all gone home, so I have to patrol the streets as soon as possible. I don't know when I will die on the roadside."

He knew that the night in Cailian Town was becoming increasingly dangerous, but he had no choice but to go out.

Originally there were two night watchmen in the town.

Just three days ago, because the coffin caused panic among the people, the other person did not patrol the streets, only Wu Hong still fulfilled his duties.

As a result, the man died of a ruptured intestine, and a bronze gong inexplicably appeared in his stomach.

Wu Hong was always worried every night and had to stand guard on the streets, fearing that he would follow in their footsteps. Fortunately, he escaped unharmed.

"Boom."

He traveled through the city along a predetermined route.

Wu Hong walked forward in the moonlight, beating the drum once every half a street. It was a habit he had developed over decades, and he rarely made mistakes in the timing of beating the drum.

After he walked to the west side of Cailian Town, he had just enough time to rest for a quarter of an hour.

Wu Hong stood at the intersection of the East and West city districts and ate the dry food he had with him. When his strength recovered, he planned to move on to the next street.

at this time.

Wu Hong felt inexplicably uneasy, as if someone was watching him.

He suddenly looked back and saw a Taoist boy of about eleven or twelve years old squatting on the side of the road, looking closely at the land temple on the corner.

The land temple is only half a meter in size and contains clay statues of gods.

"Young Taoist Priest, you..."

Yang He did not look back. Instead, the statue in the temple raised its head. The incense was lit without warning, and the smoke was extremely smelly.

Wu Hong was so frightened that he almost fainted, and the gong in his hand fell to the ground.

Is it a human or a ghost?!
Yang He seemed to be able to see through Wu Hong's thoughts and murmured, "I am a Taoist priest from Qianyuan Mountain. I came to Cailian Town on the orders of my master."

As he spoke, he tore away the incense sticks from the land temple.

【Earthbound Ghost's Incense Candle】

[The Yin objects derived from the Earthbound Ghost can be refined through the Earthbound Path. They are one of the Yin objects required for the Earthbound Ghost to be promoted to an Evil Ghost. Grinding them into powder can improve the quality of the Yin objects.]

Wu Hong had never heard of Qianyuan Mountain, and he confirmed several times that Yang He was a human and not a ghost.

"Little Taoist priest, quickly put the incense and candles back to the land temple!"

"fine."

Yang He glanced at the land temple. The earthbound ghost inside had disappeared, and the black cat in his arms was warning of danger by tearing his clothes.

He shook his head slightly, noting that the sun fire on his left shoulder was almost extinguished.

Yang He was sure that he would not be able to wait for Taiyi Zhenren to come, so he might as well take the opportunity to gain some benefits. The Yin instrument must be worth a lot of money in the main world.

Wu Hong shivered, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the statue in the shadow half a meter away.

"There is a ghost..."

"More, coming soon."

Wu Hong was stunned. "Little Taoist priest, what did you say is coming soon?"

"ghost."

"Little Taoist priest, don't joke around. Where...where did this ghost come from?"

Wu Hong was at a loss and wanted to pick up the gong and get away from Yang He.

Because of Yang He's delay, he should have been beating the gong at the other end of the street, but now it was too late for him to get hundreds of meters away.

Boom!
The crisp sound of gongs echoed.

Wu Hong froze in place, only to see a figure standing at the end of the street.

He recognized the figure immediately. It was clearly another night watchman who had just died in Cailian Town, but the other person's body was distorted and he was no longer a human.

It’s a ghost! A night watch ghost!!
The night watchman stared at Wu Hong and licked his lips with his long tongue.

Boom, boom, boom. The gongs kept beating.

The night watchman ghost moved closer to where Wu Hong was.

"Little...Little Taoist priest, help me, it's a ghost!!"

At this time, Wu Hong had placed all his hopes on Yang He, who still had no expression on his face and picked up the gong stick that had fallen to the ground.

thump.

Yang He struck the gong hard, and the night watchman's look changed.

[Grudge-stained Gong]

[The inferior genital organ stained with ghost blood, when a living person hears it being knocked, the heart rate will gradually match the knocking sound. 】

Yang He stuffed the two treasures into his arms, especially the incense and candles, which he stored close to his body in the lining.

"Walk."

"Little Taoist priest, have you saved the ghost?"

"It's not that simple."

Yang He turned into a remote alley, and Wu Hong followed closely behind.

"It just let the devil put his ideas on my head."

Wu Hong looked back. Although the night watch ghost was no longer visible, the occasional sound of gongs indicated that the ghost was approaching.

"My dear father, are there any clay figurine vendors in Cailian Town?"

"Have……"

"Take me to where he usually sets up his stall."

"what?"

"Go quickly."

Wu Hong did not dare to neglect him. Although Yang He was only a middle-aged man and dressed shabbily, his words seemed to be full of unquestionable authority.

The two soon arrived at the street corner near the teahouse.

Wu Hong was gasping for breath, Yang He covered his chest with all his strength, the yang fire in his left shoulder was extinguished, and the yin energy had begun to penetrate into his flesh, blood and bones.

"Little Taoist priest, has the Clay Man Zhang turned into an evil spirit?"

The stall on the corner of the street was in the dark. The light from the lanterns was dim. A middle-aged man was kneading various clay figurines like a madman.

"Well, I'm looking for ghosts."

Wu Hong's eyes widened and his legs went weak as he collapsed to the ground.

Yang He stepped forward, and the middle-aged man stretched his neck to half a meter to greet him. He stared at the former with a chilling look and murmured incoherently.

"A clay figure."

"Who...who are you going to pinch?"

"Pinch myself, as quickly as possible." Yang He glanced into the distance and saw the night watchman ghost quietly arriving at the corner of the street, and the groundbound ghost was also ready to move.

"it is good."

With a few simple steps, the lifelike clay sculpture gradually took shape.

At the same time, Yang He could hear the sound of bones colliding all over his body, his skin turned purple, and the clay sculpture also had corresponding scars.

"Okay?"

Clay Man Zhang grinned, as if he had foreseen Yang He's death.

[Clay figurine of scapegoat]

[The Yin objects derived from the scapegoat can be refined through the "Death Substitute Path". It is one of the Yin objects required for the scapegoat to be promoted to an evil ghost. It can also be used to refine the "Corpse Puppet". ]

"Enough is enough."

Yang He was satisfied with obtaining the three Yin objects and the Yang fire on his right shoulder was extinguished.

Three ghost shadows overlapped each other, preparing to share the delicious Taoist boy at the same time. Wu Hong covered his eyes and did not dare to face the fear in his heart.

The yang fire above Yang He’s head went out, and the Taoist boy’s remaining vitality vanished into thin air.

[Your character "Dao Tong" has been severely injured, and the role-playing story ends]

The moment he regained consciousness.

The third arm stretched out from the chest, and in front of Wu Zhong's astonished gaze, it crushed the three weak ghosts to death, and then turned into a sixth finger.

Wu Hong said tremblingly: "Immortal! It's the Immortal who came to save us!!!"

　[Thanks to Detective Pikachu, Jiongtu, and Liqiongguidao for the tips]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)