Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

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Just as Zhang Wei and the others were distributing the soup dumplings for supper, a sound of dry grass scraping against each other suddenly came from the hillside above.

Telling stories in the dead of night in the middle of nowhere was scary enough, and everyone was on edge. Hearing this sudden noise almost made them all lose their composure.

It's okay if your pants get wet.

The key issue is that several of Zhang Wei's relatives are carrying guns, and if one were to accidentally go off, it would be no joke.

Fortunately, Zhang Wei's heroic image had already won people's hearts, and with the village's blind fortune teller Wang around, the fear was kept within limits by having someone who could deal with these ghostly things with them.

After a brief moment of panic, realizing their actions were wrong, they quickly moved their guns to the dark hillside above them.

Upon seeing this, the swaying grass and trees suddenly stopped moving.

Zhang Wei and Blind Wang exchanged a glance, then put down their soup bowls and led the group slowly away from the ravine, eventually arriving at a dirt road not far away.

With the distance widened, and the faint light filtering through the fire in the ravine, everyone could finally see clearly what was touching the dry grass in the forest.

On the nearly barren hillside, a large, dark gray boulder suddenly appeared amidst the patches of withered grass that were not even as tall as a child.

Seeing this, the group was stunned. Just as they thought they were making a fuss and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, a wisp of red smoke drifted out from Zhang Wei's chest. He made a bow-drawing motion with his hands, and in an instant, the dissipated smoke turned into a blood-red arrow and shot out.

Right in the middle of the huge rock!

"Aww!"

With an angry roar, the boulder suddenly stood upright. Its enormous size was even vaguely comparable to a farmer's woodshed. As it moved, a fishy, ​​foul smell, along with the cold autumn night wind, rushed straight to the faces of the group.

In just a breath or two, several relatives showed signs of dizziness, blurred vision, and inability to stand.

Meanwhile, Blind Wang, standing to the side, was also deathly pale.

He watched as the figure rose upright on the mountain, then quickly descended to its crawling limbs, the movement causing the small hillside to tremble slightly and countless bits of earth to fall with a crackling sound. Blind Wang's lips were deathly pale, and he stammered, "The Wild Boar King?"

"No wonder there have been so few vengeful spirits and ghosts these past few years, and even if there are, they're only around the village. Instead, there are so many more mountain spirits, monsters, and strange creatures! Turns out it's because of you in the mountains!"

Shivering, Wang the Blind Man saw the wild boar king perched on the hillside, its small eyes, reflecting a green light in the moonlight, constantly scrutinizing the group. Its gaze, especially after repeatedly sweeping over Zhang Wei, finally allowed him to release his pent-up breath and catch his breath.

"Kid, let me tell you. For a wild boar to become a spirit, it needs to be old enough and it needs to have eaten the corpses of living people! It can't be the dead ones; only those whose seven-day mourning period hasn't passed and whose seven souls haven't completely dissipated can gain sentience and become spirits. To grow to this level without being discovered, who knows how many it has eaten."

This kind of boar king can rival a tiger, not to mention tigers prefer to roam alone, while wild boars love to roam in packs. With such an ancestor, who knows how many offspring it has raised. This thing was probably looking for food nearby, and the smell of the soup we were cooking attracted it. It smelled human scent, so the soup didn't taste as good as it originally did!

As he spoke, Blind Wang turned his head and looked at Zhang Wei seriously: "Kid, your arrow just now probably pierced through its mud skin and made this CS feel pain."

"Wild boars are incredibly vengeful. You'd better think this through. We only have a small group, and we've used up most of our preparations. If we're going to deal with it now, you'll be the only one going in, and we can only provide support from the sidelines. If we stand our ground until it gives in, we can go back to the village to prepare, but once we're back, we won't be able to get out. I even estimate that by tonight at the latest, it will bring its offspring to our village to haunt you and all of us!"

In Wang the Blind's opinion, returning to the village would be the most suitable option.

Even though wild boars are tough and difficult to deal with, let alone a boar king that has become a spirit.

But then again, the village has plenty of manpower. Even if they can't deal with the pig king, they can handle the piglets and their offspring. After all, the village now is not what it will be in the future. The "homemade guns" that these people are carrying are just ordinary; the key is that the village also has several cannons.

This thing can blow up a huge area. With the houses in the village providing shelter and people watching, if we prepare in advance, we can definitely make the wild boar herd suffer a great loss!

If we kill a couple more, we can reduce the number of pigs and gather enough manpower to leave the village for help. Even the most powerful monster can't compare to hundreds or thousands of people searching the mountains together. Even if we can't kill it, we can scare it so much that it won't dare to come back for decades.

After explaining the situation, Blind Wang turned back to look at the hesitant Pig King on the hillside, seeking Zhang Wei's opinion: "What do you want to do?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a scarlet streak of light shot past him.

Not far away on the hillside, the pig king let out a howl and tried to retreat, but no matter how fast CS moved, he couldn't outrun the murderous aura. With a flash of blood, more than two inches of pig hair were shaved off the back of the thick, muddy armor, along with a layer of pigskin, revealing the chubby pig fat underneath.

Spots of pig's blood quickly seeped out from the wound on its back, and the itchy sting directly stimulated the pig king, who had been retreating. A strong ferocity emanated from its beady eyes, and it charged straight down the hillside with its four hooves on the ground.

In an instant, dust billowed up, accompanied by a violent roar and a slight tremor.

In this situation, being hit by a car is no different from being run over head-on by a tank!

Zhang Wei naturally knew how outrageous it would be if such a large thing crashed into him, so as he made his move, he pushed Blind Wang and ran in another direction to the side.

At the same time, the two streams of malevolent energy that had been shot out earlier had returned to his hands, merging with the remaining malevolent energy on his body and sticking to half of his forearm, ready to be thrown out at any time to give the Pig King another blow.

Fortunately, he was a pig king who had become a shrewd individual, and he wasn't stupid; he knew who posed the greatest threat to him.

As Zhang Wei ran, it also began to adjust its direction, lowering its head and thrusting its sharp fangs straight at Zhang Wei's legs.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Pig King ignored everyone and didn't take them seriously, but Blind Wang and his group weren't just for show.

Zhang Wei ran in an arc, keeping himself off-level from the charging Pig King, thus delaying his direct confrontation with the attack. Meanwhile, several militiamen with the same surname seized this brief opportunity to open fire.

Although they could only aim at the harmless hindquarters of the wild boar, they were armed with proper rifles, not the hunting rifles Zhang Wei had used against the wolf spirit. A series of popping sounds rang out, and the boar king, who had been charging headlong, trembled, its ferocious advance pausing slightly.