The sea breeze is fishy and salty, so the wine brewed here must be terrible to drink.
Fanshatian and the manager followed the village chief to the guest house in the village.
Along the way, the villagers looked at each other strangely, standing together in groups of three or five, whispering to each other.
There was a dark-skinned man holding a harpoon and looking at Brahmashatian with a livid face.
The child did not cry and stayed on the roadside, sucking his fingers, looking coldly at the burly man. Suddenly he was taken away by the woman, and he continued to stare at the guest from the adult's shoulder.
"The atmosphere here is not very good." Brahma Chatian said in a low voice.
"Small fishing villages rarely see such a big ship approaching. We are foreigners, so it is normal to be a little wary." the manager replied.
Fan Chatian smacked his lips. He wanted to say that not a single young woman could be seen along the way, and the few women with children were lifeless, as if they had lost their souls.
I found it boring again, so I just stopped talking.
"The mountains behind our Qianqi Village have always been troubled by great demons. Every year we have to pay tribute to a virgin, so that the ghost king 'Shuten Doji' can keep us safe and sound."
The village chief led the way and stammered: "Because of poverty and trouble with monsters, women from other places refuse to marry in. There has been no newcomer in the village for a long time... If this continues, how can I be worthy of my ancestors?"
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"Don't worry, old man." The manager comforted the choking old man, "Now that we are here, we will definitely help you find a solution."
"Shuten Boy." Brahma Shatian grinned and said, "Sounds like a good opponent. I can help you solve it."
Hearing Brahma Chatian's offer of invitation, the village chief looked back with fear and said tremblingly:
"Sir, if you can really destroy the Ghost King, we will have no complaints even if we treat you as cattle and horses."
"We have nothing here, only a few big fresh fish and some crude rice wine. If you don't mind, after resting tonight, go up the mountain to kill ghosts tomorrow..."
Passing by a bungalow, Brahmashatian was about to agree when the wooden-striped windows banged, as if something hit the windows, and then he heard the sound of broken earthen pots.
"What happened?" The manager looked at the window in surprise.
"Domestic cats," the village chief said, "or young couples fighting, which is very common. Oh, there is a guest house in front, please forgive me..."
After being taken to the guest house, the village chief said goodbye and then turned into an alley and left.
Fanshatian squinted at the manager and said:
"Aren't you going to resupply? Why aren't you going?"
"This is a remote and remote place, and there is nothing to replenish." The manager glanced at the screen and said, "I asked the crew to go to the nearby port to resupply and come back to pick us up tomorrow."
The manager closed the light curtain and continued: "Even if you can't kill the Ghost King, we can just take the boat and go directly. There is no need to spend time here with these fishermen."
Fanshatian sneered and said: "Are you kidding? How could I escape?"
"It's true that this village is a bit weird. The fishermen's eyes look like they want to eat us both." Brahmashatian said.
"You must be worrying too much," the manager said with a smile, "You are a sixth-level grandmaster, how dare some fishermen dare to take your idea."
Fanshatian looked deeply at the manager:
"No matter how strong I am, I am still human..."
"However." Fanshatian changed the topic, "My card is not. Tomorrow you go back to the ship and wait for me. After I deal with the Ghost King, continue sailing."
The manager nodded.
The two of them did not notice that a ray of red light hung from the veins on Fanshatian's neck to the ground, transformed into a viper, and snaked its way into the village.
Samael floats on the eaves.
Looking at the mad woman in the pig pen within the wall, her hair is disheveled and she looks shapeless.
When everyone went out to watch, she hit her head on the window and was dragged back to the pigsty by the man. The child was watching with the same cold eyes as the villagers.
“In times of famine, people couldn’t bear to eat their own children, so they exchanged them with others and ate them, which was called ‘exchanging children to eat’.”
Samael said to himself:
"There is no such thing as a ghost king who likes to eat virgins. He is just exchanging women with poor villages in order to reproduce and survive."
Whether it is exchanging children for food or kidnapping and trafficking women.
Those who eat humans become demons themselves.
"In that case..."
In the backyard of the guest house, the village chief was anxious, and two strong men were sharpening their knives and selling wine.
Samael looked at them and smiled coldly: "I'm here to help you."
The man selling wine suddenly tensed up, a cluster of vermilion flames ignited in his eyes, and he stirred the wine vat with a long spoon.
Immediately, the crude rice wine in the vat began to ripple in circles, exuding the aroma of mellow wine.
The aroma of the wine spreads with the constant stirring of the wine vat.
The uneasy villagers in the village calmed down when they smelled the aroma of wine, and their eyes glowed red when they looked at the guest house.
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The night was dark and there was no moonlight at all.
Brahma Shatian was amazed by the flavor of home-brewed wine and drank a lot of wine in the guest house.
With the strength of the wine rising, he lay down on the tatami in a daze, his face red, as if he had a high fever, dreaming about the past.
The white temple at the foot of the mountain is backed by snow-capped mountains, and its golden dome gives it a mysterious color.
The snow was glowing with golden light. The old monk clasped his hands and taught carefully: "In these five snow mountains, there live five goddesses. The third goddess is the most beautiful, named Qomolan Sangma..."
Beside him, the red-haired boy grinned and said: "In the future, I will definitely live in the most luxurious temple in the world and marry the most beautiful goddess as my wife!"
The old monk smiled slightly: "Everything in the world has appearances, but they are all false. No matter what you do, if you get rid of the false, you can understand your true heart."
The red-haired boy was silent, and the angry-eyed Vajra in the temple appeared in front of his eyes, and he whispered: "What if my original intention is to kill people."
"Killing is to stop killing; doing evil is to eliminate evil; if it is not heaven, it is for Brahma."
The old monk caressed the young man and lowered his eyelids: "If you see all appearances but no appearance, then you have seen the Tathagata."
In the dream, the temple was burning red, and the robber put the butcher's knife on the old monk's neck, with a plate of heart and liver in front of him:
"You eat it, and I'll let the others go!"
The old monk held the bloody heart and liver in his hands, swallowed it expressionlessly, then vomited and continued swallowing.
The robbers laughed heartily and continued to kill behind the old monk, leaving blood splattered on the snow.
The red-haired boy ran away with all his strength, fell into the snow, and fell into a coma from exhaustion. His consciousness fell into a lake, and a cluster of dark red fire ignited in his palm.
In the snow, there is a figure, looking coldly at the red-haired boy. He has four eyes on his face, his body is as tall as a human being, and his appearance is like a ghost.
When he woke up again, the young man was lying in the cave, murmuring like a dream: "Qomolang Sangma..."
"I am not a goddess." A figure appeared in the shadow of the cave, "I am Feitian, you can also call me, Asura."
The red-haired boy was in disbelief and almost choked as he said:
"I've heard that you...are one of the eight Dharma protectors, so you must be able to save many people's lives. I beg you...please help me save them..."
"The one who can save them is not me, but you." Asura said calmly: "Because your fire awakened me."
The red-haired boy lowered his head and saw a dark red flame burning in his palm.
In an instant, a strong gravitational force seemed to tear Asura's body apart.
The man in front of him turned into light particles, poured into dark red fire, and slowly condensed into a golden card.
"The retribution is like heaven, but without the virtues of heaven. This is not heaven, and it is the evil of heaven."
The red-haired boy murmured something and squeezed the card.
boom!
In a rage, he burned the tattoo of Asura on his back.
In Qianqi Village, Fanshatian walked out of the guest house like a sleepwalker.
The villagers' eyes were dyed red, and following the village chief's order, they held harpoons or farm tools and approached Brahmashatian.
In the dream, the red-haired boy broke into the temple, and the robbers suddenly turned around and cast a suspicious look.
Brahmashatian waved his fist, and his right fist burst into flames, and the village chief was instantly burned to charcoal.
The red-haired boy roared and rushed towards the bandit leader, hitting him with one blow and smashing him into the wall!
The robbers swarmed up, and the young man defended them tightly.
The villagers surrounded Brahmashatian like zombies, almost drowning him.
The red-haired boy's clothes suddenly tore apart, he was furious, and the robbers were overturned by a huge force.
I only heard the "boom" of air waves surging, and the villagers were blown away by Brahmashatian's source of power. Brahmashatian smiled ferociously on his face, and the Asura on the back of his spine seemed to be coming to life!
Easily killing the robber, the red-haired boy used his bloody palms to lift up the old monk who was coughing up blood, his eyes moist.
"Promise me..." The old monk smiled reluctantly: "Don't kill at will... If you want to kill... you must first... get rid of the illusion and understand... your true intention..."
The old monk's weak hands fell down.
Brahmashatian opened his eyes. He was neither sad nor happy. His face was stained with blood and he looked like an evil ghost. In his arms lay the frightened manager.
It was burning on all sides, echoing with the wailing of the villagers, like a purgatory on earth.
The manager was shocked and said hoarsely: "You, you, kill them all..."
Brahma Shatian was silent, and then said: "It's all an illusion."
The manager was in disbelief and his lips were trembling and speechless.
Fanshatian left the manager behind, stood in the sea of fire, looked around, and said coldly:
"There are real enemies."
The sea of fire was burning, and the angry demon sat on the eaves. She was holding a snake-shaped scepter, with devil horns on her head, stroking her palms and smiling:
"You really showed me a good show, Mr. Fanshatian."
This breath... Fanshatian narrowed his eyes: "Demon?"
"I prefer others to call me an angel." Samael looked around the sea of fire, "Angel of Death."
She transformed into a venomous snake, snaked down from the eaves, circled around the feet of Brahmashatian, and hissed a message:
"As a Buddhist, you went on a killing spree. Others entertained you warmly, but you slaughtered the entire village."
Her voice seemed to come from hell, constantly tearing at Brahma Shatian's mind and winding up his calves.
"You are a murderer. You are more like a devil than me. Your sins cannot be washed away even if you go to hell..."
Samael admired Brahmasha's body that was constantly shaking due to guilt, waiting for his state of mind to fall into darkness.
Suddenly, Samael's eyes widened and he felt a huge force lifting him up.
It turned the snake's head with difficulty, and the grinning red-haired man reflected in its eyes:
"Are you kidding me?"
Samael: "What do you mean..."
"It's just a village of people, just kill them."
Brahmashatian picked up the poisonous snake, pinched its throat, forced it to open its eyes wide, and burned his devilish smile into his mind:
"I will save whoever I want to save, and I will kill whomever I want to kill. If Brahma dares to take advantage of me, I will kill Brahma as well."
Peng!
Samael was thrown to the ground by a huge force. Brahmashatian roared with anger, his clothes burst, and he stared at him:
"I am acting against heaven and doing evil."
boom!!
The arrogance soared into the sky, and a real statue of Asura emerged from behind Brahmashatian. The corners of his eyes almost reached the tip of his eyebrows, and a series of crackling sounds exploded on the back of his spine, and he roared.
Samael transformed into his true form, unfolded his six black wings, put away his scepter, and said coldly:
"I don't like to do it myself, and I haven't even fully resurrected it yet. However, if you think that Fury is not good at duel, you are totally wrong!"
Peng! Peng! Peng!
In an instant, Samael and Brahmashatian bombarded the sky with afterimages, and the whole village was ignited by splashes of fire.
The manager crawled out of the village in embarrassment, looked back at the tragic sea of fire, and swallowed his saliva.
boom!!
The sea water boiled due to the fight between the two men, and flames shot into the sky. The two rushed towards the back mountain, and the fight shook the entire peninsula.
In mid-air, two arms emerged from Brahma Chatian's back, entering the form of Asura's possession. His whole body was bathed in terrifying dark red flames, and he roared ferociously:
"You pissed me off!!"
The Raging Demon God flapped its six jet-black wings, and dark red 'Rage Power' also burst out all over his body. As if entering a mad state, his muscles swelled, and he waved two giant fists and faced him head-on:
"A mere human dares to compete with the devil!"
Peng!
Brahmashatian punched the angry demon god in the face, beating her so hard that she flew towards a hill. Immediately, his feet flew towards the furious demon god's body, and he stepped on his body with all his strength, breaking a hill all the way!
Boom!!
The earth shook, the mountains collapsed, and among the rocks, the furious demon grabbed Brahmashatian's ankle, expanded his body under the effect of the 'power of rage', roared, rounded Brahmashatian, and suddenly threw it out.
It smashed into a mountain with a loud bang, gravel flew away, and Brahmashatian was embedded in the hill, with blood spilling from his mouth.
The furious demon jumped up with all his strength, roared and punched hard, smashing a mountain into pieces!
boom!!
Brahma Shatian flew out upside down, vomiting blood, and the image of Asura behind him became more condensed. He stepped on the ground to steady himself, and his body was filled with bloodthirsty and violent anger, and he said with a ferocious smile:
"Not enough! Not enough! Come again!"
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In the early morning, Lin Xiao was awakened by Chu Yun's urgent contact.
"The last investigation about the Ghost King has made new progress." Chu Yundao said.
Lin Xiao listened to his serious tone and asked: "What is the specific situation?"
Chu Yun said in a deep voice: "There are vague rumors that Qianqi and several nearby small fishing villages are 'human traffickers' villages.' They kidnap women from each other every year and sell them to single men in the village, using the name of the Ghost King to cover up."
Lin Xiao said in surprise: "If there is such a rumor, why doesn't the investigation team send people to investigate in depth?"
"It's useless." Chu Yun shook his head and said, "Those villages are too poor, and several villages have joined forces to protect them. In addition, the three major families in Fuying check and balance each other, and no one wants to touch this kind of mess.
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"The key is that last night, the furious demon god and the inheritors of Asura fought on that peninsula, causing Qianqi Village to be almost destroyed, and the battle is still continuing..." Chu Yun said.
Lin Xiao was stunned for a moment, realized something, and said:
"How long will it take for us to reach Ukisakura?"
"Take the S-class shuttle, up to six hours."
"Emergency support!" Lin Xiao said, "While both the Demon God and Brahma Shatian are hurt, let's get something for nothing!"
Chu Yun: "What if the devil assimilates Brahma and becomes stronger..."
Lin Xiao: "Don't be a crow's mouth!"
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This chapter is a test of a new writing method, the rage chapter is almost over (つД`)