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"The strange wind is coming again."
In the fields, figures stood up one after another, looking into the distance with stunned expressions. Many of them were still holding rice seedlings covered with muddy water.
"Why are you here again?"
This is the most ordinary piece of farmland in the vast expanse of land, where people have lived and thrived for generations.
They don't even know that the outside world calls their hometown... Qingxu hometown.
They also didn't know that the so-called strange wind was actually a precursor to a large-scale ghost disaster.
"Go quickly, go home quickly."
"If you are blown by the strange wind, you will definitely die."
The farmers could not afford to panic and hurriedly walked towards the ridges of the fields. The rice fields were muddy and it was difficult to walk. Only when they were on solid ground could they run fast.
But……
Hoo ho ho!
The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and gusts of dark wind rose from the end of the horizon and quickly approached their direction, with a speed comparable to that of a running wild horse.
"ha!"
Screams rang out not far away. Someone was unable to dodge and was blown into the air by the dark wind, torn into pieces in the air.
However, the blood had evaporated before it even hit the ground.
Even the fat cattle fell into the same trap, being eaten away bit by bit, and eventually turned into white skeletons.
Wherever the cold wind passes, not a single blade of grass will grow, and all life will disappear.
Compared with the locust plague, the ghost disaster is simply terrifying and inexplicable, leaving no way for survival.
"Run, run."
Many farmers panicked and ran rampant in the paddy fields. The originally calm water was trampled into chaos, the muddy water rolled, and there were messy footprints everywhere.
However, the evil wind quickly approached, shrouded from top to bottom, and bullied everyone.
"I'll fight you."
Some people knew they couldn't escape, so they turned around and waved their hoe, but they missed the opportunity, fell into the cold wind with their feet and knees, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Looking high into the sky, the dark wind was like a brush stretched out from nothingness, sweeping across the plain, leaving behind a barren wasteland filled with deathly silence.
A stream of dark wind, the hair bundles that make up this brush, carry the desire to devour all living things, and there is no possibility of stopping.
Farmland, villages, hills, wherever there are human traces, the 'brush' always wanders back several times, leaving traces.
Humans and animals will be killed immediately if they touch it, and no one will be spared.
"Blessed by the three pure saints."
Some people returned home, closed the doors and windows, knelt before God, and worshiped the hanging wooden sign, but no one responded.
Not long after, the evil wind broke open the wooden door and penetrated into the house, swallowing up all the living people.
The villages and towns scattered on the flat land and along the river have little protection ability, and are now completely exposed to ghost disasters.
What about the city?
The tall and towering city wall is built with soil smoked by Taoist incense as its foundation, glutinous rice and chicken blood, leaving traces of runes in every corner.
Small and medium-sized cities are hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters long, and the walls of large-scale cities stretch around, once reaching dozens of kilometers in size.
As early as the early days of establishment of a large, densely populated residential city, the factors causing chaos by ghosts had already been taken into consideration.
However, when a ghost disaster strikes, everything becomes extremely fragile.
The evil wind circled around the city and never dispersed, frightening every household to hide in their homes and not dare to go out. Anyone who was brave enough was blown by the evil wind and died without any body parts.
In front of the doors of each house, there are mahogany plaques, yellow talisman paper, and even wooden swords and other magical instruments that were obtained in the golden autumn.
If you have a pair of magical eyes from a high position, you can see countless high and low houses in the city. There are scattered spiritual lights, which must be blessed by paper talismans, but most of them are useless fakes that can only provide psychological comfort.
Even this handful of spiritual blessings were being washed away by the cold wind day by day, and their thickness was thinning layer by layer. In the end, it was crumbling and could no longer protect the people in the house.
"Three pure blessings, three please blessings."
The people in the city worshiped Sanqing in greater numbers. Every household hung a Sanqing wooden sign, burned incense, knelt down and prayed day and night.
However, some people know that kneeling down is useless now
The rare spiritual light sheltered places in the city are mostly wealthy mansions, and the portals inside are more or less related to practitioners.
Qingxu Temple has recruited local disciples over the years and has selected many talented young boys.
Over time, Taoist disciples began to support their families by giving them talismans to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts.
However, these are only a drop in the bucket. Once a large-scale ghost disaster comes, it will be difficult for the practitioners to protect themselves, let alone one or two magical instruments and talismans?
"Old man, please, please call for reinforcements!"
In a courtyard, the ground is filled with strange rocks and pines, and vines hang from the eaves, making it a quiet and peaceful place.
The whole family, neatly dressed, knelt in front of the 'old man' and begged him to take action.
The old man, with his head full of white hair, bent down to prune a pine branch. Hearing the words, he sighed, "I am just an old man who came home from a Taoist temple to live in old age and wait for death. What can I do to help you avoid suffering from ghost disasters?"
"Besides..."
He put down the pliers and sighed, "Qingxuguan has too much time to take care of itself and has given up on this land. I told you earlier to move as soon as possible, but none of you are willing to listen. At this point, what can you do?'
Kneeling on the ground are his children, grandchildren, and descendants. There are seventy or eighty of them. Outside the courtyard, there are more relatives of the clan, looking at this place in fear, thinking that he is
Life-saving straw.
"Why!"
The old man was helpless. He was a three-volume monk who had lived for more than a hundred years. But when his life span was exhausted, he returned home ten years ago to take care of himself.
"The Evil God"
I never expected that the situation would take a turn for the worse this year. Qingxu Guan suffered a huge defeat and lost more than half of its manpower, making it unable to maintain the place. More than a dozen lower houses were demolished, exposing a large area of land to ghosts.
The general trend is such that it is difficult for manpower to do anything!
"Old Master, you have great magical powers, you can't ignore us!"
The sons were kowtowing loudly, and there were blood spots everywhere on the stone floor. In normal times, they would never have been so fierce. It seemed that they were quite frightened.
Last night, the neighbor's family, which consisted of hundreds of people, exhausted the last ray of light from the magic talisman that held the house. The dark wind fell from the sky and swept away all the people, animals, chickens and dogs, leaving not a single person alive.
Only those who have personally experienced ghost disasters can know what it feels like, not knowing whether to live or die, and suffering in endless despair.
"That's all, bring me my wooden sword."
The old man put down the strange pine bonsai, raised his hand, faced the void, and heard the sound of breaking through the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw a flash of red light in the depths of the ancestral hall. In the blink of an eye, the peach wood sword usually enshrined in front of the eucalyptus had fallen into the palm of the old man.
"I regret that I should not have listened to my senior brother. I am in debt to my children and will not be able to live in peace even if I die."
The old man took a deep breath, stared at the sky above his head, and saw in the rolling wind, countless little devils grinding their teeth and sucking their teeth, impatient, crowded, fighting, vying to be the first to participate in a brutal bloodbath