Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 239 The Cowardly Demon
What an amazing method! The rain can soak you without getting you wet.

The mountain goddess fell into a daze again. Once upon a time, she also had such abilities, and could even summon wind and rain in the mountains to ensure that the villagers' fields would have good weather and no drought crisis.

Boom!

The dull rumble of thunder pulled the mountain goddess back to reality. She said urgently, "It seems today is not a good day to go. I can conceal my presence, but you have already been discovered... That islander is a devil, not a metaphor, but a real devil!"

Li Xuan looked up at the sky through the dense foliage and branches.

Dark clouds rolled in, and lightning flashed like snakes.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck!

The mountain goddess exclaimed in alarm, "Be careful!"

The next second she saw an unbelievable scene...

Li Xuan made a hand seal with his left hand, and his right hand actually caught the blinding lightning bolt. Although it was clearly an energy product, it twisted and turned in his hand like a living thing, making crackling sounds.

Looking at the lightning in his hand, Li Xuan calmly said, "In Chinese Taoist scriptures, lightning is divided into many types. For example, the Shenxiao School classifies lightning into heavenly lightning, earthly lightning, water lightning, dragon lightning, and earthen decree lightning. The first four types of lightning are mainly used orthodoxly, while earthen decree lightning is neither orthodox nor inverse, and can be used for both good and bad fortune..."

The female mountain god was stunned and asked, "Could this be the Earth God's Thunder?"

Li Xuan shook his head and laughed, "It's not that high-class."

He continued, "Besides being divided into the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, thunder is also classified according to the Five Thunder Orthodox Methods, namely Chaos Divine Thunder, Capital Heaven Divine Thunder, Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, Three Pure Ones Divine Thunder, and Thunder Law General Principles."

The Five Thunders of the Shenxiao Sect are similar to, but not the same as, the General Principles of Thunder Techniques. The General Principles contain six systems of thunder techniques: Heavenly Thunder Technique, Earthly Thunder Technique, Cloud Thunder Technique, Water Thunder Technique, Demonic Thunder Technique, and Fighting Thunder Technique. Evil spirits and demons often use Demonic Thunder, incorporating their own aura into their techniques to draw upon lightning—that's how it works…”

The mountain goddess had never encountered this kind of knowledge before and was somewhat confused: "So, the demons of this island nation are much more powerful than we imagined in using demonic lightning."

Li Xuan immediately smiled, and with a gentle clench of his right hand, the dancing lightning scattered in all directions.

He looked at the female mountain god and said, "It's just a subdivision of demonic lightning, a kind of booby trap. It's even an insult to the name booby trap. I just want to tell you, don't be afraid, it... is nothing."

Thunder rolls.

In the dark forest, the lightning illuminated the landscape in contrasting shades of white and black. Li Xuan, dressed simply, spoke words that deeply resonated with the goddess of the mountains.

She bowed deeply and said sincerely, "Please!"

Li Xuan did not answer, and turned to continue walking up the mountain.

The mountain goddess followed closely behind, her shoes sinking into the muddy ground, her steps uneven as she went...

This mountain is very large and shares the same name as the village, which is called "Shenzhuli". The mountain is named "Shenzhushan", which means it is a mountain full of ginseng and bamboo. Next to it is a village that lives by this mountain.

Near the top of the hillside, there is a bamboo forest, within which lies a flat clearing.

There is a wooden house built here with a very island-style feel, with a living room and three bedrooms, but the overall space is a bit cramped and uncomfortable.

A large, black dog was chained to the door of the cabin. Its fur was a bit dirty and messy, but its eyes were full of ferocity, and its mouth smelled strongly of fish.

It turned its head to look at the wooden house, its ears twitching, because a very ominous aura emanated from that direction...

The wooden house has three rooms.

The first one is for resting.

The second one is that the walls are covered with photos of men, women, and children, with each person having at least two photos: one of them in their daily life and the other of them when they died.

Life photos are full of vitality, while memorial photos are full of blood and horror.

In the third room, several red candles flickered, casting a dim light. It had been set up as an altar, with a half-rotten sheep's head on the offering table and a headless, black statue bound with red ropes on the shrine. On the wall above the altar hung old photographs of a man and a woman dressed in traditional Japanese clothing.

There was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, wearing a dark brown garden suit, sitting cross-legged in front of a sheep's head. He held a double-sided drum in his left hand and tapped the drumhead with his right hand intermittently.

thump...

thump...

thump...

The drumhead had some dried bloodstains, but under his tapping, they seemed to come back to life.

Strange tones emanated from the old man's mouth, like the chirping of birds, the roar of tigers, and the sound of wind, constantly changing, with the surrounding candlelight flickering in response.

Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a fierce wind howled...

The old man's expression gradually changed from calm to solemn. His right hand began to strike the drum more and more exaggeratedly, and the frequency of his movements increased significantly. He became ferocious and gesticulated, like a mad demon.

Boom!

Several bolts of lightning struck the mountains and forests in succession, disappearing without a trace.

In the cramped room, the double-sided drum in the old man's hand suddenly shattered, and a large amount of black liquid flowed out. The candles on the altar went out one after another, plunging the room into complete darkness...

In the darkness, two dim red lights flickered; they were the old man's eyes.

He stared at his sharpened fingernails, mumbling incoherently, "What's going on? Why isn't it working? This is just an insignificant mountain village; it should be easy..."

Take out a new drum.

Before it could even be struck, the drum exploded!
Black liquid splattered everywhere, and the old man was thrown out by the shockwave, crashing through the wooden door and falling onto the muddy ground outside, looking utterly disheveled...

He wanted to go back to his room, and as he held onto the steps with both hands, he froze when he looked up!

The evil god used for offerings had somehow developed a crack at its neck, which spread to its base, then from the altar to the offering table, and then...

pat!

The old man shuddered!
The rotting sheep's head, intended as an offering, snapped in two with a crack, spilling out a large number of round, white, wriggling maggots from the gap...

He slowly stood up, pressing his right hand tightly against his trembling left hand, and said in a low voice, "It seems that a remarkable person has entered this valley city."

The cabin on the mountain was too conspicuous, and the previous plan was completely disrupted and rendered useless.

The old man's face was ashen. He went to another room, put the photos hanging there and some personal belongings of the villagers into a bag, and then slowly walked away in another direction.

He still didn't know the identities of the people who came from the village, so he had to observe them from the shadows while remaining out in the open. In short, he had to take control of Gucheng. If all else failed, he would bring reinforcements from the island nation.

Gucheng may be small, but it's still a piece of the pie.

If he had no other choice, he really didn't want to share it with anyone else...

When the black dog saw its owner about to leave, it immediately started barking wildly.

Seeing this, the old man gave a meaningful smile and said, "What, you're scared too? Fine, then come with me."

He stepped forward to unlock the chain, but suddenly looked up down the mountain, sniffed the air, turned and ran wildly in the opposite direction, even scrambling down and using both hands, running like a wild beast, disappearing into the dense forest in no time...

Black Dog: "..."

(End of this chapter)