Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

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As soon as the gongs and drums sounded, the instruments began to play in unison. The sudden cacophony of instruments broke the silence of the night and also startled the lustful demons.

On that ferocious head, countless overlapping compound eyes looked strangely in the direction from which the sound came. Its simple brain, which had become habitual, thought that this was just a new trick by the villagers who were offering tribute.

However, it is just an insect demon that cultivates by borrowing Yin energy, not one of those Five Gods sitting in temples. It doesn't need this elaborate wedding procession with music and fanfare.

Moreover, as an insect-like demon, it dislikes hot air, noisy sounds, and giving thanks to people.

The two huge front teeth collided and rubbed together, making a creaking sound.

It seems that it has been too lazy these past two years, which has given these insects that feed it food the wrong ideas. After it has finished enjoying its body tonight, it will teach these insects a lesson!

Thinking this, the demon's legs surged like waves once more, propelling him rapidly along the brick-paved road.

But the demon had already found the noise annoying and avoided the big locust tree in front of the village.

Just as it rounded an alley and was about to climb the courtyard wall, a sudden gust of black wind swept by, and a black cloth carrying a scent that terrified insects came straight to its face.

broken.

It's not about welcoming the groom, but about getting rid of the pests!

The instinctive horror in his heart made the cyst worm turn around and run away immediately.

But as soon as it turned around, it saw two masked people holding torches and beating waist drums on the other side of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, a figure with a red face and fangs, dressed in a loose theatrical costume, carrying an inkstone and a vermilion brush, walked quickly towards it with seemingly slow but actually fast steps.

What is this?

Even humans may not know about Nuo rituals, and even if they do, it doesn't mean they can recognize every mask, let alone an insect demon.

But even though he didn't know, looking at that hideous face and the ancient, menacing aura that emanated from more than ten meters away, as well as the black cloth that suddenly expanded to several meters behind him, covering the entire alley and exuding a fierce aura, the worm knew that if it wanted to see the moon tomorrow, it was time to make a choice!

Without much hesitation, the cyst worm moved its legs and charged towards the masked man in front of it.

Compared to the black cloth behind him that exuded a terrifying aura, the pretentious shaman in front of him seemed easier to deal with.

With a snap of her two front teeth, a stream of greenish-blue poisonous water transformed into a water arrow that shot straight at An Yixi's mask.

In a flash, An Yixi raised the hand holding the inkstone, and with a backhand motion, the inkstone, which could only hold a little ink, became like someone's water vat, not only blocking all the poisonous water but also absorbing it into the inkstone, turning into a pool of thick red ink in a few flashes.

The thick, long vermilion brush made a dot in the inkstone.

The ink-soaked brush jabbed through the air, and the splashing ink instantly transformed into three-inch-long flying swords, landing on the heads of the monsters rushing towards him, striking their foreheads with a series of clanging sounds.

With the outer armor protecting it, the scattered ink swords didn't pierce the monster directly.

But the countless lights and shadows dazzled its eyes, causing it to pause in its forward momentum.

But it stopped. An Yixi didn't stop for a moment. He took three steps at a time, and the cinnabar brush, which was once again full of ink, shimmered with a bright luster. The soft brush tip was now as straight as an awl. He used the thick and long brush handle as a short stick. When he got close to the monster, he swung the stick down and directly hit the monster's two huge front teeth, causing a few cracks.

Meanwhile, the inkstone in his other hand slammed into the worm's left eye, causing its eyeball to rupture and its juices to splatter everywhere.

These two moves almost made the monster look incredibly miserable.

But insects are incredibly resilient, let alone the sac demons known for their ability to regenerate severed limbs.

The intense pain only fueled the ferocity of the sac demon. Its one-eyed form reflected the menacing mask before it, and as its open mouth spewed venom, the sac demon stood upright, revealing hundreds of legs on its abdomen. Each soft insect leg now resembled a spear, and countless thrusts rained down like a storm, forcing An Yixi, who only had two hands, to retreat step by step.

Not only were all the methods originally prepared for this demon unable to be used, but...

Faced with the increasingly dense attacks from the monsters, he even felt a sense of exhaustion that he could no longer hold on.

Damn it, I messed up the outfit; this monster is too strong in close combat.

He should have just used the masks of Zhong Kui or Nuo Gong and Nuo Po, but he wasn't entirely without options.

The next moment, An Yixi pulled the inkstone back to her chest, turned her body to the side, and aimed her chest directly at the stabbing foot.

"Thump!"

The immense force cracked the ritual-blessed inkstone, but An Yixi used the momentum to leap back a few times, returning to the alleyway while fiercely suppressing the surging blood in her chest, and shouted, "Brother Zhang!"

The shout startled the monster that could understand human speech.

But seeing An Yixi lead her people and flee quickly after shouting, Nang Yao was both angry and annoyed.

What angered it was that it had been fooled by the kid's dramatic and startling methods, and what annoyed it was that not only had it not been able to eat a single bite of Yin Yuan tonight, but it had also had its mouthparts cracked and one eye blinded.

Enraged, the sac demon instinctively prepared to crouch down and chase after the angry demon brat.

But the next moment, the howling wind overhead caught its attention.

The biting wind pressure directly knocked down the two antenna-like tentacles on its head. Before the force even arrived, a chilling sensation emanated from the bristles on its back.

It wanted to crawl away.

But it was too late!

boom!

A fierce wind swept in, and the blood-red shadows swayed.

A size 42 shoe sole, carrying a force like a torrent, slammed directly into its head.

Boom!

The monster didn't even have a chance to hold out before its head sank directly into the ground.

Its winding body slammed violently onto the ground, and countless of its spear-like legs snapped in an instant.

Transparent insect blood oozed from its shattered carapace.

All around, a dense network of cracks, like a spider web, stretched from beneath the monster to the earthen walls at both ends of the alley.

Amidst the churning dust, heads quietly peeked out from the ends of the alley.

"No...no..."

"My lord, I've been wronged!"

Although the demon hadn't cultivated to that level, it could still speak in a rudimentary way thanks to its popularity, though its speech was vague: "I have never killed anyone. It was all those scoundrels who did it. I was just a little greedy, but I also gave them offspring to exchange for money."

"Although I was wrong, it was a legitimate transaction. My crime doesn't deserve death, sir!"

Amidst the pleas for mercy, Zhang Wei leaned down slightly, watching the cracks begin to heal. He scoffed at the repaired armor, "How familiar! Is this all the nonsense you monsters have to say?"

"None of you are wrong; it was all caused by humans. So who is really in the wrong?"

"My lord...my lord"

"Crunch crunch crunch"

The immense power of nine bulls and two tigers permeated his entire body.

Zhang Wei pressed down, shattering the demon's head armor inch by inch. The insect's body, twisting like a long snake, lashed down from above, its legs dangling in the air, enveloped by bloodlust. Countless gnawing sounds seemed to echo from within the swirling crimson storm.

With the crackling sound of insect limbs falling to the ground, the sac demon, its head mostly shattered, heard a cold voice: "I can't be bothered to listen to your reasoning, you're not worthy to speak!"

"Go to the underworld and wrestle with those dead monsters!"

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