Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 87 All Evils Arrive, Young and Old Gather

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After examining the entire silhouette through the Dharma Eye, Zhang Wei's lips curled into a slight smile.

This is truly a gathering of wise men and women, young and old alike.

This tiny town-level silhouette has somehow gathered so many strange and monstrous creatures.

The plague in the southeast; the ancient coffin, the drifting creature, the water monkey, and the giant rock mostly submerged in the water, blocking the middle of the river; a group of demons swaying in the southwest.

It was just a little short of achieving the perfect convergence of all directions.

Even after Zhang Wei had dealt with the two large groups of demons—the corpse rats in Zhengdong Cai Town and the corpse-digging dogs in the western valley—only the remaining larger and stronger groups were included. Even with the utmost omission, the number of demons remaining in this small town-level silhouette was still considerable.

It's no wonder that the Bureau has raised the entry standards for the "Evil Rat" silhouette to the level of a formal inspection, and has even repeatedly emphasized that it should only be used for intelligence gathering and not for any other purposes.

The level of chaos is astounding.

Let alone interns, even regular patrol officers only manage to find some Easter eggs in the corners and edges. If they're not careful and their luck runs out, they'll run into any of the above-mentioned factors and get a severe beating, and losing their lives wouldn't be surprising.

Zhang Wei was no exception; although he dealt with the pack of dogs, he also ran into a wall in Cai Town later on.

It was only thanks to the life-saving technique left by his prospective master that he gained external magical power and was able to kill this dragon-type corpse rat. Otherwise, to deal with this thing, he would have had to go in and out of the silhouette again, and get some even larger-scale external force from the Bureau...

However, since the corpse rat had learned its lesson once, it would likely avoid Zhang Wei and others in the future. In that case, even more ruthless methods would be needed. After all that trouble, there probably wouldn't be any living people left in this silhouette.

Zhang Wei had experienced town-level silhouettes before, but the two silhouettes spanned less than a hundred years, making the difficulty level jump by more than one level.

If the late Qing Dynasty, which is close to the lowest level of supernatural legends, was like this, what kind of chaotic scene would the larger silhouettes of prefectures and states, as well as the Yuan and Ming Dynasties and even earlier eras, have been like?

It's not that he has a headache, after all, it's his own fault for choosing Yanhuang when he selected the region.

The tradition of the Yanhuang people is that if the younger ones are beaten, the older ones will come, or it's simply a matter of the big bullying the small, or the old bullying the young.

The saying "Don't underestimate a young person's potential" has no place here.

If you're unlucky, it's normal for a newbie to be ambushed and killed by a world boss as soon as they leave the village.

It's so hard to play, why choose Yanhuang if it's so hard to play!

If you really prefer easy games, why not go to Southeast Asia or Japan?

In that place, the age and size have little impact on the difficulty of silhouette photography. Once you remove the disgusting and frightening exterior, there are very few truly impressive things. After all, they are all people who couldn't make a living on their own and were forced to leave their homes.

Of course, low difficulty means low potential.

In the Yanhuang region, during the Ming and Qing dynasties, you could find a method to become an immortal or a god in some remote corner. In Southeast Asia... it certainly exists, but the result... well, it will definitely conform to the local traditions.

As for the other regions, the cultural differences and traditions are even greater, and Zhang Wei, being a non-professional scholar, has no right to nitpick.

He only knew one thing: whether in Europe, the far north, or Chaos and the White Tower, these places seemed to place more emphasis on bloodlines.

Humans and gods are two separate things; we are born from mud, and we die still from mud.

The Chinese people are a great and ancient nation, and their history is vast and profound.

As a beginner who has just embarked on this treacherous path, being too focused on the scenery at the summit could lead to a sudden misstep and a fatal fall.

Focus on the present.

Feeling the lightning pattern between his brows already a quarter of the way dissipated, Zhang Wei, fueled by his magical power and a burst of blood energy, sped towards the depleted Yellow River amidst a whirlwind.

Now that we've borrowed Master's magic power, let's start with the most difficult one!

quack!

Before Zhang Wei, who had just fallen from the sky, landed on the mudflats, he kicked the lid of the ancient coffin, which was no longer tightly sealed, and left only two coffin nails that were too deeply embedded, still stubbornly nailed to the side of the coffin with a piece of wood attached.

Without the shade overhead, the scorching sun arrived in an instant.

Sunlight shone into the coffin, and ripples suddenly appeared in the mud-filled coffin.

Although the sun in a year of severe drought is not as intense as in a normal year, the changing environment makes the sunlight that drives away evil less fierce and tainted with some "sickness." But yang is still yang, and direct sunlight will always harm yin things. It's just that the power is weakened and the mud and water cover it, so it doesn't seem so fatal, but discomfort and pain are still there.

Not to mention that after a whole night of turmoil in Caizhen, it's only eight o'clock in the morning now, and there's still a long time before the sun goes down!

If someone were to be exposed to the scorching sun for a whole day, aside from drought demons and monsters, all sorts of evil spirits and corpse monsters would be in deep trouble.

Just as the contents of the coffin were uncomfortably agitated by the mud and water, trying to shield themselves from the direct sunlight by stirring up the yellow mud, a shadow suddenly fell, blocking the direct sunlight from reaching them.

call!

Although no sound was heard from the bottom of the coffin, the sudden silence on the water's surface proved that the thing at the bottom of the coffin had breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, without the cover to protect it, it wanted to raise its head to see where it got the good fortune to have such a shady spot.

The next moment, mud and water surged.

First, a hat-shaped object with a red coral top, a round iron plug as its base, six petals joined together, and a cylindrical rim with scattered red lines around it emerged from the water.

Then, half of the head covered by the muddy talisman paper emerged. Through the clearer water above, the underwater creature came face to face with Zhang Wei, who was standing on the edge of the coffin.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

A few seconds later, the red-tasseled melon-shaped hat, which had been half-submerged, silently sank back to the bottom of the water, accompanied by a string of bubbles.

Zhang Wei swiftly grabbed the head covered by the yellow talisman.

But while he possessed immense strength, the thing inside the coffin also had a brute force.

His pulling only slowed it down a little, but it couldn't stop the thing from sinking.

Seeing this, lightning suddenly flashed between Zhang Wei's eyebrows, and his free left hand swiftly formed a lightning seal, preparing to press it into the water. But when he saw that the lightning seal was complete, the things in the water suddenly stopped sinking.

"I was buried in the water by that Rat King because of my poor flood control, which caused the Yellow River to overflow and breach its banks. I have been submerged for 130 years and have never harmed any living person. Unlike that Rat Spirit, you must not be blind to right and wrong and kill us dead at will!"

Seeing that he couldn't fake his death, a sentence suddenly appeared on the yellow paper covering the face of the water corpse in the ancient coffin, where the cinnabar had already smudged.

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