Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 131 I'm a good person...hehehehe

"How dare you!"

The pig soldier didn't understand what the recorder meant, but it understood that no one should be left alive. It was precisely because Zhang Wei had previously unleashed countless blood arrows from mid-air and slaughtered people in Heshun City that it had no choice but to step in and deal with the situation.

Otherwise, if the news spread that not a single one of the Later Jin bannermen had been spared, not only would a mere seventh-rank officer like him suffer, but even a governor would not be able to do well.

Even if he managed to escape, he would still die, not to mention that judging from the bloodthirsty appearance of this southern barbarian, he would definitely not let him go.

So it chose to step forward.

But what did this southern barbarian say?

He slaughtered all the Manchus in the city, so how could he not leave any survivors?

Could it be...? No, that's impossible.

Given the sanctimonious appearance of those southern barbarians and Han rats, how could the other side be as savage and brutal as them?

Thinking of this, Pig Soldier General couldn't help but shudder.

Pig Soldier General initiated a brainstorming session, but Zhang Wei wouldn't give him much time.

He didn't bring a recorder because he was teaming up with An Yixi. According to the weather bureau's fixed thinking, people who enter the silhouette together at close range in the secular world/modern world will basically be projected into the same area. Even if they don't land together, they can quickly reunite after searching around. This gave him the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

But who could have imagined that the prospective master would use his great power to reverse the timeline of the silhouette in order to give him special instruction, causing Zhang Wei to be born a year earlier, which would have meant missing the inevitable opportunity to meet.

Now that time has returned to normal, weather patrols and civilian travelers are entering the silhouettes in large numbers. There's no guarantee that someone familiar with An Yixi will find her. When the news of the two of them splitting up spreads, someone will definitely come looking for her.

Logically speaking, this is not wrong. If even weather inspectors are not bound by rules and act arbitrarily, it is not good news for either the people in the silhouette or the general public.

But emotionally speaking, seeing this silhouette of exchanging offspring to eat, and then looking at these fat pigs and dogs, Zhang Wei really couldn't help himself. Even though he knew they would be tried afterward, some of them didn't deserve to die. He gave them the status of second or third-class citizens, waiting for the probationary period to end before they were promoted step by step.

Is this appropriate?

And this is all from the perspective of absolute fairness.

If other external factors are involved, how many more unruly pigs and dogs will be let off the hook and continue to wreak havoc in the secular world?

He understands how to weigh the pros and cons, but he also understands that the dead don't speak!

Since that's the case, why don't we all have a competition?

Let's see if I can kill faster, or if my "home" can catch up and install surveillance cameras faster.

"boom!"

The blue bricks suddenly shattered, and the shockwave swept through the shops on both sides of the street.

Amidst the flying bricks, stones, and wood chips, a blurry shadow, accompanied by a raging wave, instantly reached the pig soldier captain.

The raised arm, like a battle axe splitting a mountain, struck directly at the serrated broadsword that the pig soldier commander had hastily raised. The sound of metal clashing rang out, and then the broadsword whistled as it broke in two.

"Such powerful force!"

The pig soldier was terrified. He had never expected that a sorcerer who relied on evil blood magic would have a physique even more exaggerated than that of a military general. Although he was anxious to deal with it, it was too late!

Boom!

After breaking the blade, the downward slash directly tore through the armor on the Boss's body. Before it could even display its instinctive supernatural abilities, it was torn apart. Then, the enormous force cut a hideous bloody gash from its collarbone down to its abdomen, breaking bones and tendons wherever it went.

Dark red blood gushed out like a fountain in front of the pig soldier who was violently cleaved away, splattering half the street. It rolled into the street corner with the pig soldier, crashing through several walls of a house before finally stopping in the back.

Amidst the collapsed brick and tile ruins, blood continuously soaked the dust on the ground.

In the buried ruins, feeling the wounds that had almost ripped it open, a hint of fear appeared on that once arrogant eagle face: "Cough, you, you're not a southern barbarian... No, I still have a chance, as long as I release the signal fire..."

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As it spoke, it rummaged through its shattered armor, ignoring the pain, but the next second, the ruins before it were all pulled away by thin air. Regaining its sight, it collapsed in the rubble, watching helplessly as the blood-robed Taoist walked towards it step by step through the air. In the Taoist's hand, a miniature black stone, no bigger than a palm, resembling a beacon tower, was tossed up and down with each movement: "Is this what you're looking for?"

"I... Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

The robes fluttered in the wind, and hundreds of eerie worms fell from the swaying hem. The black and red blood demons transformed into a whirlwind and rushed towards the captain lying in the ruins. Five rats, appearing out of nowhere, scurried into the captain's wide-open belly before the worms and blood demons could reach them, grabbed the pig intestines, and ran away.

Even though the pigs behind them felt their intestines being torn apart by claws and teeth, and were being dragged across the brick and stone debris, they didn't look back even once.

Then.....

A pinkish-red carpet, resembling a pig intestine, stretched from the ruins all the way to Zhang Wei's feet.

The cyst worms, which had been preparing for a long time, climbed onto the red carpet, crawled into the cracks torn open by the five rats, and rushed straight to the heart and brain.

"Whispering sound~ Click, click!"

The soft, grating sounds of insects crawling and gnawing were unusually loud in the deathly quiet house, but it was ultimately a modified spell. Although it emphasized the torture, it did not have the ability to kill.

But that's alright, the newly revamped Yazi Law allows the pig soldiers to suffer enough pain before being torn to pieces.

Throughout the entire process, Zhang Wei stood in mid-air, looking down at the pig soldier commander who was in agony yet secretly yearning for something. The beacon tower rose and fell in front of him, but instead of fulfilling the other party's wishes, he threw this Later Jin creation directly to the ground.

【Wolf Smoke Tower】

[Quality: Semi-reliable ritual implement (disposable)]

[Description: A one-time-use ritual implement made from a mixture of various dried grasses and fertilizers, and consecrated through shamanic rituals. It can be stored among objects of the five elements (water, fire, wood, and metal), but must not come into contact with earth-related objects such as bricks, stones, or earth energy.]

Effect: Upon contact with the earth element, the beacon tower shatters instantly, releasing billowing smoke that reaches the sky and can be seen for hundreds of miles around. It was a top-secret device used by the Later Jin Dynasty to communicate military intelligence.

Until he was corrupted by the blood demon and absorbed the essence of evil, Pig Soldier Commander never got to see the billowing smoke of war.

Looking at the emaciated body, now resembling a dried-up pig, but with its withered eagle eyes still fixed on the captain in his hand, Zhang Wei let out a long sigh.

Cool!

He enjoyed watching these demons and evil spirits wail and die in despair.

Do they like being high and mighty, enjoy torturing and abusing people, and treat them as resources or food?

"You don't like closing your eyes, huh? Then you'd better keep them open until the very end. Watch how I start from Heshun City, slaughter my way all the way to the Forbidden City, Zhao Prefecture, Jinan, Yangzhou in ten days, Jiangyin in eighty-one days... It's time to pay the blood debt from back then!"

"Buddha, Father Emperor? Hahahaha..."

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The thought of what he would do next made him want to laugh. He just hoped that no fool would be misled by the Qing Dynasty dramas and play out some kind of "Nine Princes Fighting for the Throne" drama.

It's hard to say. After all, the arrival of Dingxu Wilderness was too sudden and too intense. Under such a vast silhouette area, there might indeed be unlucky souls selected in the first round. But they are, after all, people born in the spring breeze and living under the sun. They wouldn't just stand by and watch themselves become someone else's lackeys, would they?