Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 128 Pigs and Corrupt Officials, Bloodlust Rises, Murderous Intent Arises

The "jelly" evil spirit of the Feast Society and the Jin soldiers with pig bodies and eagle heads are already abstract enough.

Zhang Wei never expected things to get even more outrageous!

Looking at the monstrous creature that had squeezed out from a group of animals, about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a gold hat with embroidered patterns and an official robe with quail-patterned embroidery, with a big belly and thick waist, and layers of fat piled up on its body, making its official robe look like a pregnant woman's dress, and with a dog-headed monster on its head, it shouted at me.

Zhang Wei said thoughtfully, "I can understand admiring the gyrfalcon but calling it 'wild boar skin.' Having a boar's body and an eagle's head is understandable, but... does your appearance fit the description of a corrupt official? Or a lackey?"

"Fine, at least the Later Jin have fattened you up, you dog-headed magistrate. Judging by your appearance, they probably haven't been cutting back on your daily swill!"

Zhang Wei was telling the absolute truth.

After all, it was his first time seeing a creation created by the distortion of the law, and he had little experience, so he naturally spoke the truth.

He was sincere, but some people couldn't stand it.

The magistrate of Heshun County immediately felt as if a fire was burning in his chest. Even the thick fur couldn't hide the flush on his cheeks. In his anger, he blurted out, "Woof... Insolence! Guards, seize this heretic! I'm going to throw him in jail and give him a good dressing down!"

The scene became unexpectedly calm after the magistrate finished speaking.

The monsters present looked at each other.

The dozens of pig-eagles naturally couldn't be bothered to heed the orders of this dog-headed magistrate.

As bannermen stationed in various places, although they were not wealthy gentlemen of the Upper Three Banners, they were still bannermen and belonged to the master level. How could they be ordered around by a mere lackey?

The reason they came along was because their commander was always worried that the remnants of the Southern Ming dynasty might rise again and cause trouble. After all, when the Southern Ming dynasty fell, many of its followers refused to obey the rules of the Later Jin and entered the Buddhist order. Among Buddhism and Taoism, Taoism, which did not require shaving one's head, was the hardest hit.

If they were truly barbarians from the south, regardless of their size, capturing them would be a great achievement. If we could then visit a higher-ranking master, we might be able to return to the capital, or perhaps head south to secure a lucrative position. In any case, it would be far better than this barren land of Shanxi.

The matter of satiating oneself is simple. They have only had their bodies distorted by evil spirits, but their minds have not become stupid. It is better for someone to step forward and see the true quality of this Taoist than to risk the lives of their own brothers to make a mistake.

Only one group of yamen runners... or more accurately, a debt collection team under the command of the corrupt magistrate, hesitated for a moment, but fearing losing this lucrative post and becoming a peasant, he gritted his teeth and replied, "Sir!"

As they spoke, the constables drew their ox-tail knives from their waists, chanting "Please forgive me, Daoist Master," while the tips of their knives were pointed straight at the Daoist Master's chest, as if they wished they could cut him open with one stroke.

However, just as they rushed to within ten steps of Zhang Wei, and it seemed that the blade was only a few steps away from piercing the evil Taoist's chest, the Taoist suddenly smiled with relief, and then an unbearable heat suddenly came from their bodies.

"Suddenly I remembered, I don't think I brought... my dashcam?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the invisible heat instantly transformed into a scalding burning sensation. With one step, more than a dozen constables turned into little fireballs as if they had been doused with kerosene.

The intense pain made them want to howl, but as soon as they opened their mouths, the skin and flesh of their mouths and cheeks, which were sticky and blistered from the scorching fire, were torn in half.

"Evil magic, evil magic!"

"My lord, save me! Save me, my lord!"

These yamen runners, who were originally there to oppress the people and collect exorbitant taxes, were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Now, seeing themselves inexplicably aroused, they could no longer suppress their fear and immediately turned around, trying to seek the magistrate's help, but...

"Get out, you dog slave!"

Seeing the yamen runner, who had been burned to a bloody mess in the blink of an eye, with his skin cracked and blood flowing out of the cracks and then evaporating in an instant, his face contorted like a monster, crying and running towards him, the dog-headed magistrate was both shocked and furious. His human-like face was filled with uncontrollable terror, and he turned his head and darted into the crowd.

"roll!"

The fat body was kicked away by the pig soldiers with just one kick. Just when it seemed that the fire man was about to catch up, the dog-headed magistrate suddenly burst out with strength, and managed to change direction by landing on all fours, thus escaping the fate of being burned along with them.

But the yamen runners weren't so lucky.

Seeing that the county magistrate had abandoned them, their pleading eyes turned to the wild boar soldiers, but what awaited them was not fire-fighting assistance, but rather resistance as thick as goose eggs, piercing straight into their hearts.

The spear pierced through the chest and stuck the man firmly in the ground. Watching the constables struggle in agony and hurl insults at them as they lay dying, the wild boar soldier couldn't help but stab the man's head in the back.

This did not completely stop the yamen runners' final frenzy. Fortunately, the flames burning on their bodies were very intense. Even though some of the boar soldiers couldn't resist attacking, several were eventually burned to death by the flames, leaving only charred skeletons.

"You southern barbarian have indeed learned some skills, but what use are you all alone?"

Among the boar soldiers, a soldier who appeared to be a minor leader and was three times larger than the others stepped forward, a mocking smile on his face: "Look around here, how many people truly admire your southern barbarian court?"

"They've long been slaves of my Great Jin. Believe it or not, if I throw a bone down, it'll immediately attract hundreds or thousands of people to kill them."

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"boom!"

Before the boar soldier could finish speaking, a blood tide suddenly appeared before him. The blood tide, like a spearhead, crashed onto his armor. In an instant, the armor glowed with golden light, firmly blocking the blood tide that was about to pierce his chest. The force of the tide even forced him to take several steps back.

The wild boar leader, still somewhat shaken by the sudden attack from the southern barbarians, watched as the object spun rapidly on his armor, cracking the golden light in the blink of an eye. His heart, which had just calmed down, leaped into his throat again.

You must understand, this is armor passed down from its great-grandfather, a family heirloom soaked in the blood of thousands of Southern Ming soldiers. Even this couldn't stop this southern barbarian. Ignoring the pain of losing its heirloom, it hurriedly roared, "Quick, cast the Great White Umbrella Buddha Mother Mantra to stop this barbarian! I'll go inform... uh ah!"

An even more surging tide of blood directly destroyed the golden light, instantly engulfing it. The next instant, a thick cloud of blood mist, along with shattered flesh and bone fragments, splattered all over the faces of the surrounding pig soldiers.

"I was just trying to test the quality and get a rough estimate so I could improve efficiency later. I didn't expect you to bark like a dog!"

At this moment, Zhang Wei's voice rang out, albeit a beat late.

The other boar soldiers looked shocked, but dared not delay, and in unison raised their hands in a mudra: "Hum Mama Hum Ne Soha!"

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