MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 292 Performing the Ritual

“Uncle, Uncle…” The little boy clung tightly to his uncle’s clothes, pointed at Fang Zheng with his little finger, and said indistinctly, “Just now… it was this older brother who chased away ****, and even scared it away with a flashlight…”

"Little one, thank you so much." Zhang Kun bent down, looking into Fang Zheng's eyes. "You saved my little niece, I can't thank you enough!"

“By the way,” Zhang Kun sniffed the air, his gaze falling on the shadows of his niece and Fang Zheng, “*The thing has already noticed you. If we don’t drive it away completely, it will come out again when it’s alone.”

"Oh? Are you being watched?" Fang Zheng followed his gaze but didn't notice anything unusual about his own shadow.

But when he looked into Zhang Kun's eyes, he could see his own reflection distorted in the pupils, with something strange writhing inside.

He looked at Xiao ** again, and in Zhang Kun's eyes, Xiao **'s shadow was also distorted and deformed.

Fang Zheng tilted his head and looked toward the dark forest in the distance.

With the naked eye, one could vaguely see twisted shadows lurking in the forest.

But when he tried to capture it with sharper vision, or explored it by analyzing light data, he found nothing.

Milk, honey, and candy given to a baby can dispel abnormal conditions.

So, does this distortion of the shadows not originate from the shadows themselves, but rather from a problem with the environment...?

"Okay." Fang Zheng nodded. "Then I'll go back with you guys. Anyway, I'm just killing time..."

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The village of Tuanjie at the foot of Xiongshan Mountain was not as peaceful as it should be at three in the morning.

Thump—thump—thump!

The deafening sound of drums and the soaring flames shattered the village's silence.

The villagers, regardless of age or gender, all carried torches, flashlights, sticks, machetes, and even hunting rifles.

Their faces were filled with anxiety, anger, and unease as they surrounded the huge, blazing bonfire in the open space.

A cacophony of angry shouts and indignant curses echoed through the crowd.

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This tragedy hasn't happened in Tuanjietun for at least thirty years.

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But today, taking advantage of the market day, the adults won't be back until midnight, and they actually caused a disturbance, resulting in the deaths of several children.

The villagers of Tuanjie Village are known for their fierce and unyielding nature. When they discovered their child was missing, they initially suspected human traffickers and immediately mobilized the entire village to search the mountains. Along the way, they even shot and killed a bear with a hunting rifle. Finally, they found the child deep in the mountains.
If the village chief hadn't promptly notified Zhang Kun in the city to return and bring in the police, who, along with hunting dogs, rescued the other three women who had been abducted into the mountains, there probably wouldn't have been only two women who had been eaten.

At this moment, in order to prevent that damned **** from harming people again, all the police in the village were called back and gathered together.

The children were all scared, but the adults kept an eye on them and prevented them from running around.

Even Fang Zheng, an outsider, was holding a hand and mingling in the crowd, eating spicy snacks while curiously observing everything that was about to happen.

The girl who was almost arrested by the police was now being led by the hand by Fang Zheng, looking at her uncle Zhang Kun's imposing figure with admiration, her eyes practically sparkling with stars.

She held Fang Zheng's hand, chewing on candy, and mumbled indistinctly, "Brother, brother, my uncle is so handsome! So amazing!"

Boom—boom—boom! The drumbeats sounded again, and a huge cowhide drum stood beside the huge bonfire.

Zhang Kun, a burly man standing 2.2 meters tall and weighing over 150 kilograms, was bare-chested at the moment. In the firelight, the ferocious and abstract black dog tattoo on his dark chest stood out conspicuously.

He had an iron chain around his waist that was thicker than a normal person's arm, one half of his face was covered with unknown runes drawn in black dog blood, and the other half of his face was covered with an ancestral mask woven from dozens of dog teeth through gold thread.

His imposing and intimidating physique, adorned with tattoos and a mask, made him appear even more majestic, as if he could kill even a ferocious bear with just three punches.

His arms, thicker than an average person's thigh, gripped the black elm drumsticks inlaid with wolf teeth, and he vigorously struck the cast-iron drum covered with bear skin.

Boom boom boom!
The loud bangs shook the frozen ground beneath their feet, and the surrounding villagers were shaken to their core.

The intense drumbeats seemed to press down on their hearts; with each strike, their heartbeats became more violent, and their emotions more volatile.

Zhang Kun held a mallet in both hands and stomped his bare feet on the ground repeatedly, leaving deep footprints with each step on the hard frozen soil.

The chains around his waist rattled with each step, and his deep voice, with an operatic tone, sang loudly: "Open your eyes, Enduli! Blackwater will pave the way!"

"A spirit of integrity roams the old forest, three hundred years of incense offerings—Old Blackie's dog spirit is descending the mountain..."

The bear-like body throbbed to the beat of the drums, which grew increasingly urgent, and the singing became faster and faster.

Fang Zheng vaguely saw that the shadow cast behind him by the firelight began to twist and deform, as if it had turned into a gigantic ox-sized...
Suddenly, his voice turned sharp and piercing, mixed with barking, and he sang in double chorus: "Woof!—Weasel from West Mountain, don't peek out!"

"Woo!—Drowning ghosts of the East River, retreat at once!"

"My old black immortal... guards all directions—"

"A soul that cannot be frozen to death! A spirit that cannot be broken! Come! Come! Come..."

"Lend me this body of flesh as a raft—to ferry you out of the mountains..."

"Where the chains clang—all evil is shattered!"

His voice grew higher and higher, so fast that it was almost impossible to hear the words, leaving only the increasingly loud barking of the dogs.

The sounds that rang out from all directions grew louder and louder until they abruptly stopped, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

At that very moment, a thunderous roar erupted: "****! ******!"

The tall, burly figure, cursing as he went, landed on all fours as if truly possessed by a dog spirit. With terrifying speed, he leaped over the fire and instantly appeared before the children.

clang--

The sound exploded above the children's heads like the ringing of a giant bell.

Zhang Kun had somehow managed to pull out the huge iron chain from his waist.

This iron chain, which would be difficult for an ordinary person to lift, was as light as a feather in his hands. He swung it through the air like a whip, and it exploded into a bright spark.

Meow—Meow—

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The ancient meteorite iron chains lashed out in the air, producing sonic booms as they were whipped out like leather whips, while the collision of the iron rings on the chains themselves constantly sparked eerie blue sparks.

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The corpse remained a corpse, while *** continued chewing candy, somewhat dazed.

Seeing this, Zhang Kun visibly breathed a sigh of relief on his face, which seemed to be constantly bulging outwards.

He landed on all fours again and leaped back to the bearskin drum. Thump—thump—thump! Three more drumbeats.

After the drumming stopped, he sang loudly, "Sending the Great Immortal back to the mountain—"

The surrounding villagers immediately joined in, chanting loudly: "Send the Great Immortal back to the mountain—"

(End of this chapter)