I am against feudal superstition, so I light incense on my midnight rice!

Chapter 8: So, Taoist Priest, this is how you dispel superstition?
"Everyone knows that the feudal superstition I'm challenging today was proposed by a man named Tianshui Fortune Teller."

"Actually, I also collected some rumors about this feudal superstition today."

As Jiang Chen spoke, he took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and placed it on the shoulder of the road, then sat down on the ground.

Before explaining, he exchanged two Soul-Nourishing Pills and put them into his mouth. The golden light in his body increased by another two years, reaching the level of twenty years!
"Holy shit! Is it about to start?"

"Don't be afraid, new friend. Those who chant my true name will keep you safe for the rest of your life!"

"Anchor, this picture looks so scary."

"Anchor, there's someone behind you!"

"Nah! Isn't this the road leading to my hometown? I remember these two rows of trees so clearly!"

Everyone in the live broadcast room was still joking and trying to scare Jiang Chen.

Suddenly, a strange background noise sounded.

The number of comments in the live broadcast room has decreased visibly.

Rabbit Military Industry: ???
Transcendence Biology Research Institute: ???
Chengdu Governor: ???
Modu Xiaopujie: Holy crap! Do you have to be so jumpy and scare me?

I love hot dog buns: Are you scared? (dog head)
Zhao Duan in Yun City was watching the live broadcast intently. He wanted to find any signs of Jiang Chen's fraud at all times.

But the sudden music almost scared him to death.

"Nima! Damn it!"

Zhao Duan's chest kept rising and falling, and he could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

Zhao Duan, who originally had some difficulty walking, turned on the lights in the room at an extremely fast speed.

Only with the illumination of light can the darkness in his heart be dispelled.

"Haha, keep pretending, you'll have a chance to cry later." Zhao Duan smiled coldly.

The headquarters of Modu live broadcast.

The super administrator and manager Chen who stayed up late to watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast were all shocked. If they were able to ban Jiang Chen's live broadcast, they would have wanted to ban it directly.

"Don't be nervous. He also had this segment in his last live broadcast. It's all for show effect, show effect." Manager Chen smiled awkwardly.

The same scene is being played out in various places across the country.

Jiang Chen's hoarse voice sounded along with the terrifying background noise in the live broadcast room.

"The rumor goes that at midnight, choose a dark forest path, then take thirteen steps toward the darkness, calling out your own name with each step."

"When you finish your journey and look back, you will find that you have opened the road to hell, and the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons of the underworld will be waiting for you."

"The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards represent the underworld, the netherworld's soul-binding creatures. Needless to say, their final outcome is undeniable."

"But I, Jiang Chen, just don't believe in evil!"

"The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons are the underworld's underworld officials, responsible for seducing souls. My life span hasn't ended yet, so what right do they have to seduce me?"

As an underworld official, if the wrong soul is taken away, the person will be punished. Moreover, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face are such powerful figures, how could they make such a mistake?

Needless to say, this is also an exaggerated and outrageous rumor.

"Master, you're awesome! You're worthy of being the head of the Demon Suppression Temple!"

"I think the Taoist priest is right. The gate to hell should be Ghost Gate. It's absurd that mortals can open Ghost Gate based on feudal superstition. Besides, whether Ghost Gate exists or not is still a mystery."

"Stop talking about this and let's get started."

"What's the point of saying so much now? This superstition is strictly prohibited by the state. If you want to get yourself killed, don't deceive others."

"Hey! Brother Luoshang, now that you put it like that, that Tianshui Fortune Teller is trying to kill the live broadcast!"

The more they thought about it, the more terrified they became.

"You can't say that. After all, the Taoist priest himself said he was breaking feudal superstitions. How can you blame him?"

Looking at the comments in the live broadcast room, Zhao Duan quickly defended himself.

If Jiang Chen died, the governor would definitely find out that he was the one responsible, and he would probably suffer as well.

"Laymen, please stop arguing. The time is up. I will begin now."

Seeing Jiang Chen stand up, everyone stopped arguing.

At midnight, the forest path seemed like a mysterious world hidden in the darkness, emitting a chilling atmosphere, especially when the cold wind blew through the locust trees on both sides, causing them to sway constantly.

The leaves rustled against each other, and from time to time you could hear the calls of unknown animals.

Not to mention midnight, even at dusk people would not want to walk this road.

A cold wind blew, and Jiang Chen's Taoist robe swayed slightly.

Under the gazes of countless people, Jiang Chen swaggered into the road surrounded by locust trees, and the screen in the live broadcast room moved with him.

As soon as Jiang Chen walked into this road, he could feel a chill.

"The temperature here is indeed lower than outside, but it's not a big problem."

Take a step forward.

"Jiang Chen!"

Two steps out.

"Jiang Chen!"

His voice echoed in the woods, sounding so strange.

Until he took the thirteenth step, he called his own name thirteen times. He had not walked far after the thirteenth step and had stopped.

Everyone in the live broadcast room called it exciting.

Everyone opened their titanium eyes wide, ready to see what would happen next.

You should know that people who used to follow this superstition died very miserably.

Marketing accounts that have smelled the scent of traffic have already recorded the screen.

Jiang Chen turned around and found that nothing had appeared. There was no gate to hell as rumored, and there was no Ox-Head and Horse-Face either.

"You all have nothing." Jiang Chen smiled.
"Yes, yes. There's something! There's something behind you!!"

"Maru spicy!"

“No offense!!”

The four big words "no offense intended" were instantly displayed in the live broadcast room.

Jiang Chen's face suddenly darkened when he saw the audience's expressions. Without anyone in the live broadcast room reminding him, Jiang Chen, who had been in the golden light for twenty years, was naturally aware of the changes in the surrounding environment.

Isn’t there a strange face appearing behind him?

Moreover, this weirdo did not hide its figure, but showed it directly, so everyone in the live broadcast room saw it clearly.

"How dare you! How dare you, a lonely ghost, be so arrogant! Die!"

Jiang Chen suddenly yelled, startling everyone in the live broadcast room. He then took out a yellow talisman from his yellow cloth pocket and threw it out.

The exorcism talisman, sensing the strange aura, suddenly flashed with golden light, and a golden sword shot out from it, piercing through the strange face.

A miserable cry echoed through the forest path.

The strange black fog also disappeared.

The yin energy emanating from this monster was even worse than that of the wild monster last night. Jiang Chen had no interest in it at all and didn't even activate the Golden Light Spell.

It was killed with just one exorcism talisman.

This talisman was carved by Jiang Chen using the golden light in his body. It is very easy to deal with this kind of weirdness.

"What are you afraid of, gentlemen? This is just my performance. What I just did was just a trick. Any magician can do it."

"???"

"???"

"Is that floating in the air a talisman? Taoist Priest, admit it!"

"Nah! I thought the Taoist priest was done, but it turned out to be that weird one."

"So this is how you dispel feudal superstitions, Taoist priest?"

(End of this chapter)