To the southwest of Fuhe River, there is an unnamed wild mountain.
Because there are not many people around, the mountain does not have an official name. Just because there are many wild boars in the mountain, some people call it Wild Boar Mountain.
"Brothers, let me tell you a slogan that I have learned from plundering all over the world over the years. That is: be bold, be careful, and be careful in front, back, left, and right..." A red-shell crab had a piece of cloth wrapped around its face. , he stood on the head of a wild boar spirit and spoke vigorously.
Around him, there was a circle of wild boar spirits.
These wild boar spirits are from Yehu Zen at first glance. Each of them has a very low degree of transformation and is almost like an upright wild boar.
They were wearing leather skirts and carrying large logs on their shoulders, which looked quite intimidating.
Although the words of the red-shell crab were not very understandable, they did not realize their significance.
Although they have low intelligence, they have a natural worship of cultural demons.
Obviously, this red shell crab is very cultured.
"I have already stepped on it before. A caravan will pass by on the trail below in a while. When they reach the middle of the canyon, we will intercept them directly in front. By then, they will be in a dilemma, and we will catch a turtle in the jar. .”
The red-shell crab carefully made tactical arrangements, regardless of whether these wild boar spirits could understand them.
"However, we are only seeking money, and we cannot harm people's lives. As long as they cooperate honestly, we can take away half of their belongings..."
The red-shell crab babbled and robbed just to make ends meet. If he killed people indiscriminately, it would easily attract the attention of the Shinto system.
In just these two moments, they could be surrounded and suppressed by just a few random soldiers and generals.
Just as he was talking, a caravan came slowly from a distance.
The size of the caravan is not very large, only about twenty people in total, plus five vehicles. It should be a small-scale trader, and the total value of the goods is probably only a few hundred taels of silver.
"Listen to my slogan in a moment, and then charge down when I give the order!" With such a small caravan, they can almost eat it with their strength.
The caravan arrived just below the canyon little by little. The red-shell crab slowly raised its large pliers, and then swung it down heavily.
"Crash."
The moment he waved his pliers, a burst of black mist appeared in the sky out of thin air.
Black fog swept across, sand and gravel rolled around, and the air was filled with a fishy smell.
The black mist vaguely took on the shape of a fat catfish. It swung its tail slightly and pounced towards the caravan.
"Come on!"
A dozen wild boar spirits got the order from the red shell crab and rushed down the mountainside, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust. The momentum was terrifying.
"Come back quickly! No, no, run! Scatter and run!"
The red shell crab's eyes widened. Where did this fat catfish come from? Judging from its power, it is at least a monster with three hundred years of experience.
These wild boar spirits have only been around for forty or fifty years, and their brains are stupid. Although they look very big, they are definitely no match for the monster in the sky.
"Hey, what day is it today? So much food came at once. After eating this meal, I can sleep for half a year!" The fat catfish in the sky opened his mouth and let out a breath. The black wind became more fierce, and everyone in the caravan and the wild boar As soon as Jing breathed in the fishy smell, he passed out without even a chance to resist.
"Kakakaka."
The mouth of the red-shell crab was fighting up and down, and it was over. The little brother he had finally deceived didn't even get a penny, and he became someone else's meal.
"Brothers, it's not that I, Crab Roe, am unloyal, it's just that this catfish spirit is too strong. Brother, I'll withdraw first!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately turned around and ran towards the mountains.
"It turns out there is another crab. You should also sacrifice it to Master Tao in my five internal organs temple." The fat catfish saw the red shell crab at a glance, and immediately sent out a black wind to capture it.
It’s over!
The red-shell crab was fascinated by the black wind, and its body could no longer hold on and fell into a coma.
…
The cave on the other side of Wild Boar Mountain is connected to a silt pond.
This place should be stagnant water, not connected to the outside world, and now it has a faint green color.
On the edge of the pond, I don’t know who built a small, low temple. It is almost the same size as the Earth Temple at the head of the village. But what is enshrined inside is not the land, but the name of a god written in crooked characters. .
Evil Botang Water God.
The red-shell crab faintly woke up from his slumber, only to find that his body had been tied into a rice dumpling, and around him, the wild boar spirits, the caravan members, and the mules and horses pulling the goods were all tied up and piled up. A hill.
And not far away from them, a figure with a short, fat, almost spherical figure and skin as dark as black coal stood in front of the small temple.
His mouth is big and thick, with two thin and long mustaches on his lips, but the distance between his eyes is very close. It can even be said that except for the mouth, his other facial features are very concentrated, and the whole thing looks a bit... funny.
It looks like a big catfish walking upright.
But he was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a huge Bagua pattern on the back.
"Honor the ancestors and feast on the souls..."
There was a murmuring sound coming out of his mouth, like a song or a curse, and he was twisting a stick of incense in his hand, and among the green smoke curling up, the scene was quite strange.
As the smoke swirled around, a catfish-shaped shadow slowly condensed in the void.
The catfish has a huge body with rippling water patterns around it, but between its eyebrows, there is a semi-illusory talisman with twisted patterns like dragons and snakes.
"This world is so dangerous. Why did I encounter a wild god just after leaving Changning County?" The red-shell crab secretly complained. Looking at the situation in front of him, he still didn't understand that he and others had all become sacrifices.
This kind of method of giving birth to spiritual monsters and human sacrifices must be wild gods.
These wild gods are not bound by Shinto, they enjoy blood food unscrupulously, and their divine power grows rapidly.
And because of their twisted minds, they are also extremely dangerous.
"Hiss."
Wisps of invisible power enveloped the bodies of the sacrifices. The red-shell crab still wanted to struggle, but it felt that its claws were weak and all the energy in its body was being forcibly extracted.
As for the fat catfish in the sky, its face is even clearer, and the talisman between its eyebrows is flying in the wind, and it seems that it will completely solidify at any time.
"Eat, eat hard! Only when you are full can I become an immortal, Taoist Master!"
The fat Taoist priest had a dazed expression on his face, as if he was benefiting from the catfish sucking the essence of living beings.
"Bang."
In the void, a golden bean fell from the void, and when it hit the ground, it turned into a strong man with brilliant golden light all over his body.
"You evildoer, don't hurt anyone's life!"
A woman with a slightly pale face walked over. If Qiu Ping were here, he would definitely recognize that the person in front of him was the niece of the City God, the female war goddess who had borrowed a passage from his ancient well to enter the underworld.
