From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Chapter 111 Shipwreck, Huangshan Village

[Item: Holy Light Cross (A crudely made cross, imbued with the faith of Joan of Arc through the prayers of a devout nun)]

On the small steamer returning to Goose City, Xiao Miao opened the window of the official cabin, letting the slightly fishy river breeze blow into the room—the official cabin was equivalent to a VIP room.

He took out the 'Dry' pendant he had received from the nun and examined it closely.

The cross was smaller than the palm of his hand, and the workmanship was indeed very rough. The raw material was camphor wood, and you could still see that it hadn't been cleaned properly at the joints. The whole thing felt cheap, but faith and holy light gave it a different kind of value. To Xiao Miao, it was far more valuable than the ornate cross he had taken from the village chief's house.

That's right, it's the cross that the village chief pried off the vampire priest. It was his selfishness that led to the series of events that followed. If he were to disappear and make a fortune afterward, Xiao Miao would definitely not be able to sleep at night.

So he took the cross away.

Xiao Miao took out another cross from his pocket. It was orange-yellow all over. He pinched it with his fingers and it was made of gold. The surface was outlined with a lot of complicated patterns. It was obviously made by a famous artist. A ruby ​​the size of a pigeon egg was set at the intersection of the horizontal and vertical lines. It was very valuable.

That's too extravagant!

With a critical eye, Xiao Miao shoved the cross into his pocket.

If this corrupting substance were to leak out, who knows how many troubles it would cause? Xiao Miao couldn't bear to see those bad things happen, so he could only reluctantly keep it to himself... and seal it within himself.

Xiao Miao hung the Holy Light Cross around his neck. He could tell the difference between the light and heavy ones. The golden cross was for showing off, but the Holy Light Cross was for saving his life.

Tucked the cross inside his collar, Xiao Miao took out the book on exorcism and soul control that Master Lin had given him and began to read it carefully from the first page.

Uncle Nine is indeed Uncle Nine. Seemingly considering that Xiao Miao was not from a professional background, apart from less than two hundred words of true words, the rest of the book is full of detailed cultivation methods and insights left by Uncle Nine. It is a one-stop service from beginner to final rest, which is very considerate!

In simple terms, exorcism and soul control are methods of controlling ghosts, somewhat similar to Xiao Miao's slave contract, but the relationship between the subject and the ghost is more harmonious and more in line with core values.

The Taoist methods also include feeding ghosts with magical power, which is exactly what Xiao Miao urgently needs. Otherwise, as time goes by, Poison Island Yako will gradually fall behind Xiao Miao and become nothing more than a decorative vase.

Master Lin is truly a timely help!

Just then, Xiao Miao suddenly noticed that the riverbanks on both sides had stopped moving. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the small steamer was actually turning around.

"What's going on?"

The guests went to the boatman to demand an explanation. Xiao Miao climbed up to look into the distance and found that the river ahead seemed to be blocked by several boats.

Has there been a boat accident?

The boatman's explanation quickly confirmed Xiao Miao's guess: three boats had collided ahead, blocking the river and causing many people to fall into the water. The nearby riverside town was organizing people to row small boats to rescue those who had fallen into the water.

The small steamer returned along the same route, dropping off the passengers back in Renjia Town. Xiao Miao was anxious to return to Goose City and learned that a caravan's destination was near Goose City, so he asked to hitch a ride.

The caravan owner readily agreed, as having Xiao Miao, a renowned figure, as a companion would greatly enhance their safety along the way.

Although they also set off at noon, the caravan was much slower than those traveling along the convenient river, and it wasn't until evening that they had completed two-fifths of the journey.

"Master, it's not advisable to travel after dark. We plan to stay at an inn in Huangshi Village ahead," the caravan owner said to Xiao Miao.

"You can arrange it." Xiao Miao took out a silver note and handed it to the boss: "Buy more meat to treat the brothers."

"Oh dear, this is too much for you..." The caravan owner said politely while quickly accepting the silver notes. He glanced at the denominations, then turned and shouted, "Brothers, Master Xiao is so generous! Tonight, we'll have a feast of good wine and meat!"

"Haha, thank you so much, Master Xiao!"

"Master Xiao is truly generous!"

"Is Master Xiao bored on the road? My wife can sing a song."

, 7

The caravan suddenly quickened its pace and soon entered the territory of Huangshan Village, arriving at the village's only inn before sunset.

The inn clearly catered to many traveling merchants, or rather, the merchants were the inn's main source of income. As soon as the caravan arrived, the innkeepers served hot water and tea.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they went upstairs to rest. Nothing happened that night. The next morning, before dawn, Xiao Miao suddenly woke up from his dream.

"What's wrong? Why am I experiencing inexplicable heart palpitations?"

Xiao Miao sat up in bed and noticed that the cross around her neck was emitting a faint white light, like a bright lamp in the dark night. The surroundings were quiet, and even the sound of mosquitoes had disappeared.

A die of fate flashed past the doorway, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, alright, the plot is chasing after me, isn't it?" Xiao Miao grabbed the peach wood sword, put on the soul-suppressing talisman he had drawn beforehand, and kicked open the door.

There was no one outside the door, and the corridors on both sides were also deserted, as if the dice of fate that Xiao Miao had just seen were all an illusion.

But the lingering chill in the air is undeniable; it's the cooling effect caused by ghostly energy dissipating into the air, and there were indeed ghostly figures appearing just now.

Following the lingering ghostly aura, Xiao Miao arrived at the inn's kitchen. The chef and helpers were up early, and wisps of smoke were already rising from the kitchen.

Xiao Miao approached the kitchen but heard no sound. Realizing something was wrong, he immediately released Poison Island Fang.

The two hid on either side of the kitchen door, and rushed into the room at the same time. They didn't see the ghost, but the inn's chef and helper were lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

Busujima Yako was on guard. Xiao Miao went forward to check the situation and found that the two had already stopped breathing. Their eyes were wide open, their faces were pale, and their pupils were bloodshot, almost dyeing the whites of their eyes red.

"Ah!!! Someone's dead!" A cry of alarm came from the inn, sounding like the voice of a caravan owner.

Dokushima Yako stayed in the kitchen, and Xiao Miao hurriedly returned to the inn, only to find the caravan owner slumped on the ground, looking extremely frightened.

Following the caravan owner's gaze, Xiao Miao saw the innkeeper's corpse behind the counter. His death was gruesome, exactly like the two people in the kitchen.

"A ghost is harming people, and it's the same ghost!"

"Master, Master Xiao!" The caravan owner, seeing Xiao Miao appear, felt as if he had seen his pillar of support. He quickly got up and ran to Xiao Miao's side: "Master, what...what's going on?"

"There's a ghost. Wake up the others immediately. Gathering together will increase your yang energy, and ghosts generally won't attack people easily."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." The caravan owner hurriedly left.

A moment later, everyone got up and were shocked when they heard the news.

"From the boss to the chef to the servants, they're all dead. Won't the villagers think we're the ones who did it?" a member of the caravan said worriedly.

His concerns were not unfounded. In chaotic times, anything could happen. If a murder occurred, the first suspects would definitely be this group of despicable outsiders.

"Don't worry, I can vouch for this. This is a ghost causing harm. Go and call the village chief right now." Xiao Miao took out two soul-suppressing talismans: "Whoever goes to call the village chief, take these two talismans with you. If you find the talismans spontaneously combusting, don't hesitate, run back immediately."

Finally, two brave young men took the talisman and stepped out of the inn, only to find that a thick fog had appeared outside.

"Come back, don't go anymore," Xiao Miao called out to the two of them.

The fog was filled with sparse ghostly energy, clearly the work of malevolent spirits. If the two of them rashly entered the fog, they would die without even knowing how.

"Master, what should we do now?" The caravan owner was at a loss, and everyone looked to Xiao Miao for advice.

"Don't rush, let me think." Xiao Miao waved his hand, walked to the door, stared at the mist, and kept repeating the name Huangshi Village in his mind.

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't really remember the name, so he had to give up.

As I pondered, a fiery dragon appeared and disappeared in the mist. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a long dragon made up of torches, slowly approaching.

Flames billowed, and hot air currents stirred the mist. Dozens of figures appeared in the mist; they were the village chief and villagers of Huangshi Village.

"Master Daoist!" The village chief immediately smiled and approached Xiao Miao upon seeing him—especially his Daoist robes. "Master Daoist, please, you must save our village!"

Xiao Miao narrowed his eyes: "Village chief, someone died in the village last night too?"

The village chief immediately caught the key phrase: "Also? Taoist priest, you mean..."

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Xiao Miao nodded: "That's right, someone died at the hotel last night too. I only saw a ghostly figure."

"This..." The village chief gasped. A Taoist priest stayed at the inn and she still dared to kill someone. Was that woman really that fierce?

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