Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 167 The Shehuo is still small, don't blame it.
Standing in the wind tunnel, Gouzi carefully lifted the Shehuo (a traditional folk performance).

Despite the fierce winds at the wind tunnel entrance, a single candle flame sat steadily on the dog's tentacle, occasionally leaping up. Not only could the strong winds not extinguish it, but it would also burst into large bursts of flame when it leaped.

The flames were gentle, sometimes brushing against Yun Ce's cheeks; aside from the dry warmth, there was nothing that made him uncomfortable.

The wind tunnel entrance is also a coal seam, with obsidian-like coal embedded in the tunnel walls, glittering in the sunlight—what excellent coal this is!

Fire's nature is to burn, and Shehuo (a type of folk performance) is also fire. When it encounters top-quality combustible materials, it can't help but lick the flames.

In the beginning, Shehuo was like a naughty child, happily rolling and jumping on the obsidian-like coals, so much so that Gouzi had to go around catching it, afraid that it might accidentally fall and take root on Guiwang Mountain.

The candle flame ignited a piece of coal, but no flame erupted. The coal turned from black to red in an instant. Perhaps the small flame made the Shehuo feel a little humiliated, so a small candle flame suddenly burst open, and the outer layer of the flame transformed into a tiny fire dragon that began to indiscriminately burn the coal at the entrance of the Wind Cave.

All the coal was ignited, then the air itself caught fire, and then a fiery dragon that filled the entire wind tunnel roared and plunged into the dark depths of the earth.

Yun Ce was drenched in sweat and dared not move. He could clearly feel the ground beginning to tremble.

He really wanted to run away, but Shehuo didn't want to. Not only did it not want to run away, it also wanted to drag Gouzi and Yun Ce into the place that had turned from a wind cave into a fire cave.

Yun Ce was someone who had run a small coal mine in the countryside. He was someone who had defied the rules and regulations to run a small coal mine for a bunch of poor people by relying on his family background. He knew what was under the coal mine. At this point, let alone collapses and water seepage, just a gas blast could blast the mountain down.

Shehuo is a spirit that loves excitement. The excitement it sees is like the act of throwing charcoal powder onto the torches and bursting into flames, like the people dancing wildly around the fire, and like the passion that makes their dancing more intense the higher the flames.

Therefore, there was a lot of excitement to watch on Ghost King Mountain.

First, a flame over ten meters thick shot out from the top of Ghost King Mountain, shooting straight into the sky. After the flame dyed the sky red, it fell to the ground in scattered spots. If the flame hadn't been so thick and so high, it would have been a beautiful fireworks display.

Unfortunately, the pillars of fire were too thick and too tall. Even what appeared to be scattered sparks during the Shehuo performance were seen by the people as a deadly net of fire.

A fierce wind was blowing in Yun Ce's direction, and the air was relentlessly pouring into the fire cave, eventually forming a gale. Yun Ce had to hold onto the rocks with his hands to avoid being swept into the cave by the gale.

As the ground beneath their feet began to crack, the chestnut horse let out a mournful neigh and tried to run away. After running a few steps, it realized that it was even more dangerous ahead, so it ran back and stayed close to Yun Ce.

As soon as the fire began to spew from the summit of Ghost King Mountain, Qin Shu led his men and horses in a desperate escape. Occasionally, He Qingfang would look back and see Ghost King Mountain spewing out an indescribable giant pillar of fire. She couldn't help but let out a scream and grabbed the neck of the giant horned horse, running even faster.

Right behind them, the earth cracked open, and flames spewed out from the cracks, quickly spreading into a vast expanse. The Ghost Fang troops who had just gathered around were engulfed by the earth fire before they could even be surprised. Even the mighty Giant Bull Knight was powerless against such a natural disaster. He barely managed to fly through the air for a moment, trampling on his dying mount and his subordinates, before finally being consumed by the flames.

The earth undulated like waves. The hills that had just been lifted up collapsed rapidly after exploding into a ball of fire. The depressions that had just sank rose high again in an instant. When the towering Ghost King Mountain began to tilt to the southeast, Yun Ce, unable to bear it any longer, cried out, "Grandpa Shehuo, take me away! Let's stop playing!"

The dog, trembling, slowly returned to its wristband with a candle flame, leaving Yun Ce clinging to the neck of a Thunder Smoke Beast, staring in terror at the sea of ​​fire before him.

He thought that when the Shehuo (a type of folk performance) unleashed its power, it would spare him a way out, just like it did when the volcano was ignited last time, preventing him from getting hurt.

Unexpectedly, the Shehuo (a traditional folk performance) was having a great time today, just like a child playing happily, but it forgot to leave a way out for Yun Ce, its playmate.

Countless boulders fell from the broken Ghost King Mountain, and just as they were about to hit him, Yun Ce let out a strange cry, grabbed the neck of his chestnut horse, and ran away.

This time, Yun Ce ran faster than ever before, and his chestnut horse followed him even more closely. If you looked down from the sky, you could see the man and the horse, each time landing accurately on relatively stable ground. And each time they were scorched by the earth fire, both the man and the horse would let out a miserable cry.

Fortunately, the dog was able to point him to the right spot every time he was in a life-or-death situation. Even so, he still missed a few times. If Yun Ce's arm hadn't turned into a dragon arm and pulled him and the chestnut horse out of the cave, they would have been burned to ashes long ago.

Qin Shu and the others finally escaped the fire zone of Ghost King Mountain. When they looked back, their hearts sank. What kind of hellish scene could possibly exist there?

Flames blazed across the sky, the earth cracked, and subterranean fire spewed from the fissures. Trees that had just been burning plummeted into the ground in an instant, and boulders that had been tumbling moments before were swallowed up by the earth the next.

The entire land was sinking at a visible speed. The mountains, plains, valleys, and gullies that were once familiar were completely wiped out by the fire.

"General——"

Qin Shu shouted at the fire, then knelt down and burst into tears.

"General——"

He Qingfang leaned against Qin Shu, also sobbing uncontrollably. "General—"

Zuo Chong had been complaining about Yun Ce blaming them, but now he only hoped that the general would return so that he could do it a few more times.

The calls for the general rose and fell, and even the heavens seemed to find it unbearable, as a cloud of smoke drifted in and obscured the already inconspicuous sun.

"Aiya!" A mournful neighing of a horse made everyone look up at the fire. They saw a person engulfed in flames dragging a horse engulfed in flames, leaping and bounding like a bullet in the raging fire, rapidly approaching them.

"General?"

Seeing the general still jumping around in the fire, Qin Shu's eyes widened like a bull's, but he quickly understood—after all, this was a nobleman.

Yun Ce felt he was almost done.

Especially his lungs; no matter how he breathed, they couldn't provide him with any more oxygen. His strength was rapidly waning. If it weren't for Gouzi constantly injecting the fission cells he had just collected from Yuzhu into his body, he felt that he would never have been able to hold on to the solid, reliable ground.

When the ground beneath his feet stopped shaking and feeling soft, the exhausted Yun Ce collapsed to the ground along with his chestnut horse, which had also been burned to a crisp.

“It hurts—”

Yun Ce, who had just landed, jumped up again, took out a bottle of Peng Zeng brand rapid growth liquid from the Dragon Ball, and poured it from his head down. While pouring and applying it, he also had to take care of the chestnut horse lying next to him. For a while, Yun Ce was extremely busy.

After finishing a full bottle of growth fluid, Yun Ce's whole body was still burning with pain. He had to spread his arms and legs, hoping that the growth fluid would work quickly to relieve the pain.

"Oops——"

The chestnut horse neighed weakly and hoarsely. There was no doubt that its lungs had been burned by the heat. Yun Ce had no choice but to take out another half bottle of growth fluid, drink a sip himself, and force the rest down the chestnut horse's throat.

Yun Ce looked quite disheveled at this moment. His armor was off, his clothes had been burned by the fire, and his shoes had been melted by lava.

Therefore, he was like a newborn baby at that moment.

The chestnut horse, which had also been burned to the point of having no fur left, managed to stand up. It lowered its head and kept rubbing its body against Yun Ce. It wasn't stupid; the water Yun Ce had poured on it earlier had worked very well, but he hadn't poured enough on it.

Since it concerned the general's reputation, Qin Shu quickly surrounded Yun Ce and the chestnut horse with a curtain. The general was a high-level martial artist, and he must begin healing his injuries. This was a secret of high-level dancers and could not be known to outsiders.

Yun Ce stood naked in the wind, as did his chestnut horse.

There was no wind here originally, but the fire at Ghost King Mountain drew in the surrounding air, creating a wind that was very cool, especially when it swept past your crotch, making you shiver all over.

"Doggy, what's the custom for Shehuo?"

"It was still hopping around, and it seemed to be in a very good mood."

"Isn't there anything you need to tell me?"

"No, you asked him to start the fire, what explanation can he give you?"

"Could you please let it treat me? I'm so badly burned, I can't just leave it like this. Don't be fooled by my current lively state. Once my adrenaline subsides, all sorts of internal discomfort will appear. Do you believe me?"

"Believe it or not, to be honest, your physical indicators are very unstable. It's not just you, the chestnut horse is the same."

As the dog spoke, it appeared before Yun Ce, carrying the folk performance on its tentacles. Yun Ce placed his hand on the candle flame and saw wisps of visible heat rising from his palm and merging into the flame.

As the heat continued to rise, the burning sensation on Yun Ce's body subsided considerably in an instant. After he opened his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of foul-smelling hot air, he began to feel cold.

The chestnut horse was clever. Seeing that Yun Ce was starting to feel better, it brought its big head closer. Shehuo seemed to like this guy even more, not only sucking away the heat from its belly, but also carefully walking over its huge body...

(End of this chapter)