To the southwest of Fuhe River, there is an unnamed wild mountain.
Because there are not many people around, the mountain does not have a formal name. Maybe because there are many wild boars in the mountain, some people call it Wild Boar Mountain.
"Brothers, he told us a slogan he has summarized from his years of plundering the world, then no: Be brave, be careful, be careful..." A group of red-shell crab faces surrounded
"Bu," he stood on the head of a wild boar spirit and spoke with great enthusiasm.
Around him, there was a circle of wild boar spirits.
Those wild boar spirits are obviously from the wild fox Zen at first glance. Each of them has a very low degree of transformation, almost like an upright wild boar.
They were wearing leather skirts and carrying large logs on their shoulders. They looked quite intimidating.
Although I couldn't quite understand what the red-shell crab said, I didn't realize it was serious.
Although they have low intelligence, they have a natural worship of cultural demons.
Obviously, red shell crabs are very cultured.
"He has already stepped on it before. A caravan will pass by on the eastern trail 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 they will be
Catching turtles in an urn."
The red-shell crab made careful tactical arrangements, but those wild boar spirits didn't understand.
"Bu Nao, we are just asking for money. Can we not hurt people's lives? We just ask them to cooperate honestly. They can just take half of their belongings..."
The red-shell crab chattered a lot. If you robbed yourself, you would be able to make a living. If you killed people indiscriminately, it would easily attract the attention of the Shinto system.
With just the two of them, they could be surrounded and suppressed by just sending out a few soldiers and generals.
Just as he shut up, a caravan drove slowly from a distance.
The size of the caravan is not very large. There are only about twenty people in total, plus five vehicles. It should be a small-scale business. The total value of the goods is probably only a few hundred taels of silver.
"We will listen to his slogan for a while, and then we will rush east when he gives the order!" Such a small caravan, with their strength, can almost eat.
The caravan arrived little by little to the east of the canyon. The red-shell crab slowly raised its large pincers and then swung it eastward.
"Crash."
The moment he waved his pliers, a burst of black mist appeared out of thin air.
Black fog swept across, sand and gravel rolled around, and a fishy smell filled the air.
The black mist vaguely took on the shape of a fat catfish, flicking its tail slightly, and then pounced towards the caravan.
"Come on!"
A dozen wild boar spirits received the order from the red-shell crab and rushed eastward from the mountainside, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust. The momentum was quite frightening.
"Come back quickly! No no, run quickly! Scatter and run!"
The red-shell crab's eyes widened. Where did that fat catfish come from? Judging from its power, it was at least a monster with three hundred years of experience.
Those wild boar spirits have been traveling for forty or fifty years, and their brains are stupid. Although they look very big, they are definitely the wrong legs of the monster in the sky.
"Hey, what kind of confinement is tomorrow? There is so much food coming from Yidongzi. After eating that meal, Master Tao will be able to sleep for half a year!" The fat catfish opened his mouth and let out a breath, and the black wind became more fierce, and the caravan
As soon as everyone and the wild boar spirit inhaled the fishy smell, they passed out without even a chance to resist.
"Kakakaka."
The mouths of the red-shell crabs were fighting in the east, and it was over. The little brother who had finally deceived him didn't even get a penny, so he became their meal.
"Brothers, it's not that he is unloyal, but that catfish spirit is too strong. Brother, he should withdraw first!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately turned around and ran towards the mountains.
"It turns out that there are many crabs. You should also sacrifice them to the Taoist priest in his five internal organs temple." The fat catfish saw the red shell crab at a glance, and immediately separated the liquid and black wind and took it directly.
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.
…
In the cave south of Yeboar Mountain, there is a silt pond connected to it.
There should be stagnant water there, not connected to the outside world, and now it has a faint green color.
Beside the pond, I don’t know who has built a small, low temple. It is almost the same size as the Earth Temple at the head of the village. However, what is enshrined in it is not the earth, but a sacred word written in crooked characters.
name.
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 focused, making the whole thing look 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 holding a stick of incense in his legs, and the green smoke was 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, which is twisted like a dragon and snake pattern on its face.
"That world was so dangerous. Why did I encounter a wild god as soon as I left Changning County?" The red-shelled crab secretly complained. Looking at the situation in front of him, he didn't understand why. He and others had all become sacrifices.
There is no doubt that the spirit that gave birth to spiritual wisdom and the method of human sacrifice are not wild gods.
Those 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 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, as if it wants to be completely solidified at any time.
"Eat, eat with all your strength! Only when I'm full can the Taoist listen to me!"
The fat Taoist priest's face showed a dazed expression, 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 landed, it turned into a strong man with brilliant golden light all over his body.
"You evildoer, don't ask for harming anyone's life!"
A woman with a slightly red face walked over. If Qiu Ping were here, he would definitely recognize that the person in front of him was Cheng Huang's niece, the goddess of war who had borrowed a passage from his ancient well to enter the underworld.