Leng Mushi pressed the storage bag on her waist and comforted Ye Kulang through the storage bag. After entering the soul-gathering bag and being shrunk by Leng Mushi and thrown into the storage bag, Ye Kulang was now only the size of a mouse cub, even smaller than the law.
He felt Leng Mushi's pat and indeed calmed down a bit, but he was still shaking violently and curled into a ball inside the storage bag.
Is this little thing afraid of the mayor
Leng Mushi stared at the mayor's reaction intently. Although he looked very strange and there was no sign of life on him, he looked like a living person who could breathe and talk when standing in front of them.
The mayor negotiated with You Zishu. So many people had died, but he actually wanted to settle the matter peacefully. The disciples were very excited when they heard this. The townspeople brought by the mayor also tore off their false masks and started arguing with the disciples.
They complained implicitly that they had not informed them before coming, that they had entered the town in disguise, and that they had gone to their ancestral temple without permission and destroyed the tablets of their ancestors.
The wanderer is not good at talking, and few of the disciples of the immortal sect are good at quarreling with the street thugs.
For a moment, the disciples were suppressed by the townspeople and became even more angry. Several of them began to draw their swords, while the townspeople also broke tree roots on the spot or fought with torches.
The situation became tense again and was about to explode.
At this time, You Zishu couldn't help but turn his head to look at Leng Mushi, his expression was very complicated, but Leng Mushi happened to look at him and surprisingly understood him.
You Zishu felt that she was good at talking. After all, she was able to lead the three immortals by the nose with her eloquence in the Punishment Hall and finally disrupted the disciples' preliminary examination. She had only swept leaves for three months. With such a strong tongue, she would surely be able to argue with these fools!
You Zishu wanted her to go up.
Leng Mushi: …
Okay, let her go.
She used a little spiritual power and spoke lightly, but she was able to ensure that every word reached the ears of everyone present.
"First of all, it was you who asked for help and asked us to come here to deal with Ye Kulang. It was your mayor who went to Taichu Sect for help. Now that we are here, you blame us for not informing you in advance and hiding our true appearance, leaving you unprepared."
Leng Mushi said: "What are you going to prepare? Are you going to let the Night Crying Man run away, or are you going to prepare a Night Crying Man for us?!"
"My Taichu Sect is the largest sect in the world of cultivation. All of our disciples are selected from the princes and nobles of the clans in the world. Even the outer disciples are people of inestimable value. The ones you killed were princesses and princes from the surrounding countries. You took human lives lightly, and yet you still want to keep things quiet?!"
"Okay," Leng Mushi said, "Then we don't care. We just need to go back to Taichu Gate and report the truth."
Leng Mushi clapped her hands lightly, but it was like a loud bell hitting these people's ears, softening their knees.
"In the future, Taichu Sect will come forward to seek justice for its disciples. You are in collusion with each other and harm cultivators. You will never receive the protection of the cultivation world. When evil spirits arise, you will not even be able to enter the underworld in this life or the next."
"In the future, the armies of various nations will come to the city to seek justice for their princes and princesses. By then, it won't just be a bunch of fools like you who caused the country to fall apart. As for you... heh."
Leng Mushi sneered, leaving enough room for the imagination, allowing the townspeople to be frightened on their own. She made up stories that completely intimidated the people opposite her.
These townspeople are not afraid of the disciples of the cultivation world because they know that cultivators are not allowed to use spiritual power against mortals, but they cannot help but be afraid of the kings and nobles in this world, or even the armies of other countries.
The mortal world is always more cruel than the world of cultivation. The powerful and the superiors do not have the compassion that the cultivators have for all living beings. For a country at war, if it offends a marching general, an entire city may be massacred.
After Leng Mushi finished speaking, the faces of the townspeople, including the mayor, changed.
Leng Mushi turned her head and deliberately said to You Zishu: "Big Brother, we protect the world, and the world betrays us. We will go back to the sect, and the sect will seek justice for us."
You Zishu looked at Leng Mushi, and there was actually a look of admiration in his dead fish eyes. He was thinking about how to cooperate with Leng Mushi when the mayor panicked first.
"don't want!"
"Don't!"
He frowned and smiled, "It was a misunderstanding, it was a misunderstanding. They might have mistaken those immortals for thieves, so they were so cruel. After all, after all..."
At this moment, the sky suddenly brightened, and the village chief hurriedly used his wide robe sleeves to block out the first ray of sunlight. The villagers also crowded together like some kind of light-fearing creatures, using their robe sleeves to block out the very weak ray of morning light.
The townspeople who were trapped in the beast trap began to wail because they were exposed on the ground with no cover.
"Let us go!"
"Let us go, ahhh—"
"The sun, the sun is out, but it's not enough, it's not enough, it's over..."
All the townspeople who were trapped in the beast trap began to scratch and howl frantically. Some were grabbing the soil, trying to bury themselves in the earth to block out the sunlight.
"Erlang!" A woman behind the mayor was about to run towards the beast trap, but was grabbed by the mayor, who held her arm tightly!
In a very low voice, he murmured in the woman's ear: "It's too late, they haven't had enough, they can't survive!"
The woman's expression froze, then turned into grief, but she soon lowered her shoulders and shrank back behind the mayor.
The five senses of cultivators are sharp, but in such a chaotic and wailing situation, the movements of the mayor and the woman were very quiet and it was difficult to attract people's attention.
Leng Mushi noticed it because she had been observing the mayor.
But she didn't hear what the two of them were mumbling. Xiao Mian had better ears than her, and he quickly leaned over to her ear and told her what he heard.
Leng Mushi immediately removed the beast trap.
The townspeople lost their control, got up from the ground, and ran madly towards the ancestral hall. However, halfway through, they fell limply to the ground, as if someone had sucked out their souls, deader than dead, and more dead than dead.
The cultivators and the townspeople who remained where they were were all watching this absurd scene. When the sun rose, those murderers from last night, or pioneers as the townspeople called them, all died on their way to the ancestral hall.
"A life for a life." The mayor's voice was hoarse, and his grief was real. "Now all the people they killed are dead. One life for another... No! Ten lives for one life is enough. You should be satisfied, right?"
The townspeople also began to roar: "Get out! All of you get out!"
"Yes! You killed so many people, get out!"
"roll!"
The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. It was obvious that something was wrong with the townspeople of this town. How could the rising sun kill these townspeople
When did humans start to be afraid of light? And so many people died inexplicably, and their first reaction was to drive them away instead of finding out the cause of their death...
More townspeople gathered not far away, and they all hurled insults at Leng Mushi and the others, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands. No matter whether they were old people, children or women, they were all extremely ferocious towards them.
However, Leng Mushi began to panic as the crowd gathered and became larger and larger, but she could not sense any sign of life.
She had a very absurd guess that gradually formed in her mind.
Soon, Leng Tianyin and the others who had stayed in the inn last night were also brought here by the townspeople. There were two mid-level disciples among them, and it stood to reason that they would be able to do nothing wrong if they watched over the innkeeper.
But at this moment, they were all tied up and pushed to Leng Mushi and the others by the townspeople.
The disciples quickly untied them. After Leng Tianyin was untied, without even having time to relax his wrists, he ran to Leng Mushi and whispered in her ear what happened last night.
After they left, the waiter and the shopkeeper thought that no one was there, so they went into their room and lit the oil lamp.
Leng Tianyin said: "When the oil lamp burns, there is a smell of rotting corpse."
Leng Tianyin and her friends had clearly subdued the shopkeeper and the waiter yesterday, but they were attacked by the townspeople who rushed in. In their panic, they were afraid of harming the lives of the townspeople, so they were at a disadvantage.
Because they accidentally inhaled the scent of the oil lamp, they were unable to use their spiritual power and could not even escape, so they were caught.
Leng Mushi was terrified when she heard this, and at the same time, her guess was confirmed.
By this time, hundreds of townspeople had gathered, all screaming at them to get out.
The disciples had to be forced to retreat, and the group was eventually driven out of the town five miles away by the townspeople.
When leaving the city, Leng Mushi saw a woman in a pink dress standing alone on the city wall watching them leave.
She looked empty and numb, but her whole body was filled with sadness.
Ye Kulang sensed something and fumbled around in the bag at her waist. Leng Mushi held him down and whispered to comfort him, "Don't worry, we will be back at night."
The group rested in the woods about seven or eight miles away from the town. They gathered together to express their ideas and integrate the information they had obtained.
They even dug out the photo stones from the dead disciples that the disciples had taken with them when they followed the resentment to the ancestral temple outside the city last night. Using their spiritual power, they obtained the photo records of those disciples.
The record was very short. With only moonlight as a backdrop, the group of townspeople described by the mayor were gathering in the ancestral hall, sucking something from the coffin inside.
"They are absorbing Yang energy." You Zishu looked at Liuying and said, "Whose Yang energy are these people absorbing?!"
"Is there a living person in that coffin?!"
A disciple said: "I feel that the townspeople in this town are all wrong. They..."
"There is no life in them at all." Leng Mushi said.
She was worried at first that if she rashly said that these living townspeople had no hope, how would she convince her disciples.
But with this photo, things will be much easier.
Leng Mushi said: "I didn't detect any vitality in any of the townspeople. Vitality is different from Yang Qi, and even from whether one can live and breathe. The spiritual power in us is evolved from vitality."
Leng Mushi was unable to explain to them in detail the way of heaven that she had seen through, so she could only say: "My master taught me how to distinguish."
She brought up the second elder Hua Yanyue, and all the disciples were quickly convinced.
You Zishu looked at her and asked, "You mean, everyone in this town is the living dead?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples all gasped.
"But if they are all lifeless dead, why would they ask us for help and ask us to help them catch the Night Cryer?"
It was Xingzhou who raised the question. Everyone turned their heads to look at him. Yi Tu beside him said, "Maybe... there is no Night Crying Man at all. The one they are asking for help is us."
"They want the life out of us!"
Leng Mushi shook her head. Seeing that the timing was right, she took out the soul-gathering bag containing Ye Kulang from her storage bag.
"Yekulang is here," Leng Mushi said, making the bag bigger and opening it for everyone to see.
At the same time, he said, "But he is not a ghost. He is indeed the incarnation of resentment. However, he is not the resentment of a dead ghost, but the resentment of a living person."
You Zishu and other senior disciples looked at Ye Kulang, and the braver junior disciples also came closer to take a look.
When everyone had seen almost everything, Leng Mushi said, "In the whole town, only this night cryer, who was condensed by resentment, has a glimmer of hope left."
After Leng Mushi finished speaking, everyone was silent for a moment, and You Zishu said, "This Night Crying Man is still alive, we should go save him."
You Zishu was always calm. "But we cannot use spiritual power on mortals, otherwise it will be considered a violation of the prohibition. Those townspeople somehow knew about this taboo and deliberately killed the disciples who discovered that they were absorbing Yang Qi. This is beyond the scope of evil spirits that new disciples can deal with."
Xingzhou said: "Big Brother, we need to inform the sect and contact other low-level disciples. This is obviously a trap. Maybe another group of disciples will encounter it."
You Zishu nodded and glanced at Leng Mushi.
Then he said, "Yes, I will go contact the sect right away." After You Zishu finished speaking, he took out the communication jade pendant and walked to a deserted place.
Everyone continued to analyze the purpose of this group of zombie townspeople.
You Zishu came back soon and said to everyone, "The disciples led by the disciples of the Punishment Hall are in a town three hundred miles away from us. We can meet up with them and go directly to the Demon Clan Ruins. There will be high-level disciples here to take over."
"It's too late." Leng Mushi said suddenly.
Everyone looked at her. Leng Mushi held the shrunken Night Crying Boy in her hands and said to You Zishu, "His vitality is getting weaker and weaker. By the time the high-level disciples come, it will be too late."
Everyone fell silent after hearing this.
For most of them, this experience should not have been dangerous at all. It was just a test for new disciples.
However, in the low-level missions that seemed to have no risks, several people among them died tragically, and the whole town was filled with the living dead. Even high-level disciples rarely encountered this when they went out to exorcise evil spirits.
"I will go back." Leng Mushi said, "I promised him that I would help him find his mother."
"I'll go with you." Xiao Mian said immediately.
Leng Tianyin immediately spoke up after hearing this: "Sister, take me with you, I'll go too. I know how they were originally planning to deal with us."
Leng Mushi said: "I don't know what they are yet, but I have some guesses."
Leng Mushi turned her head to Xiao Mian and said, "Do you remember a few months ago when you and others were working together to exorcise evil spirits, you encountered a Baro bone that had not yet taken shape?"
Xiao Mian suddenly realized something: "Remember! At that time, that Baluogu was the one who stole people's bodies, occupied that person, and lived like that person. His words and deeds were exactly the same, and he did not carry any evil spirits. Even his closest relatives could hardly tell them apart."
Xiao Mian said: "It's just that the one we met was not yet skilled enough, so although she could eat normal food, she couldn't digest it and would vomit after every meal, which is why she was exposed."
The evil spirit that Xiao Mian and other disciples killed was a fox spirit, and the Baluo bone was just a by-product, so he was able to bring it back secretly and give it to Leng Mushi for research.
"But it is extremely difficult to make a Baro bone. The death must be tragic enough, with enough blood to soak the body so that all seven orifices are submerged. The body must also be left exposed in the wilderness, to be eaten by crows and wild birds, leaving only the bones. It must induce extreme resentment, and the soul must be incomplete. To meet all of the above conditions... it may take a hundred years to form, and it is always alone.
Even if it becomes a Balor bone and replaces a living person, it does not have any abilities beyond those of ordinary people. It will still be subject to the same birth, aging, sickness and death. Even the demons who are good at making puppets and refining ghosts would not go to the trouble of making such a thing. "
You Zishu said so much in one breath, and then he said after a while, "How is it possible that all the people in a town are Barogu?"
Leng Mushi said: "It is indeed a little hard to believe, but did you notice their expressions when I made up a story to scare them that their dead fellow disciples were princes and nobles and that it might cause war?"
Everyone: …
Leng Mushi: …
"They were all very scared, and their expressions were very strange." Leng Mushi pursed her lips and said, "Then you found the mottled and messy traces outside the city gate when we were driven out of the town, and there were actually five towers on the city wall above this town..."
Leng Mushi looked at the confused expressions of the crowd and scratched his head.
Xiao Mian continued, "Only in times of war will towers be placed at the city gates for observation and to deploy crossbows."
"The mottled marks on the city wall were left over from the war. Time has worn them away, but this town must have experienced wars at that time, for decades, or perhaps..."
Leng Mushi looked at everyone, "A hundred years ago."
"If the city is captured and then massacred," Leng Mushi looked at You Zishu, "how do you think the foreign army will deal with the civilians after the massacre?"
It is impossible to bury them all properly, so they must be thrown away randomly... or maybe they are too lazy to even burn them.
Mass graves and mass graves are the burial places of these people.
All the disciples imagined the scene based on Leng Mushi's description.
The bodies that had been hacked and chopped were all still in one place, their limbs were incomplete, and their souls were naturally incomplete, and their flesh and blood were piled together, and blood was oozing from all seven orifices...
The disciples couldn't help but shudder in their hearts. Many of them, indeed as Leng Mushi had said, came from noble families, and therefore many of them had not known the sufferings of the world for many years. It was also because of this that they were not materialistic, did not engage in petty pursuits, and had few distracting thoughts in their minds, and so they were suitable for cultivation.
In the world of cultivation, there are two most common types of people who are at a high level: one is those who are ignorant of worldly affairs and have a pure heart, unaware of the sufferings of the world; the other is those who have been displaced and tempered, and remain mentally strong despite all the misfortunes.
Most of the cultivators belong to the former, so they cannot imagine the tragic scene of the massacre, nor can they imagine how such wrongfully killed souls, after a hundred years of fermentation and becoming Barro bones, would crawl out from the abyss of hell again.
They occupied the bodies of the foreign people who had invaded and robbed them of their homes and lives, and for the sake of survival, they madly lured cultivators and harmed people at will, turning from victims into perpetrators. Is this revenge or just karma and reincarnation
It turns out that everything in this world is not without reason.
Leng Mushi stopped talking here and said no more. Everyone was silent for a moment, and then people kept asking to go back with her. After all, they had lost several fellow disciples, and they wanted to go back and see what had killed their fellow disciples.
No matter how the family and country are destroyed, no matter how miserable the cycle of life and death is, and how it should be settled, at least there is still a surviving Night Cryer waiting for them to save his life.
What crime has the child committed
Xiaomei has been following everyone and doesn't talk much. After entering the cultivation world, most of his demonic powers were sealed, and now his cultivation is only slightly higher than that of low-level disciples.
He has always been low-key and somewhat weak. Even as the Third Elder's disciple, he never gets annoyed when he is casually called upon to guard the gate.
But at this moment, his thin figure stood in front of Leng Mushi, and smiled at Leng Mushi shyly, "I'll go too."
He said in a low voice with a hint of smile, "She's going too..."
She is, of course, Fanlian.
Leng Mushi nodded and let Leng Tianyin explain the methods of those people.
"They had oil lamps in their hands, and the smell was rotten. After we inhaled it, it would make us lose the ability to drive spiritual power for a short time." Leng Tianyin said, "After everyone went to the deserted mountain, my sister asked me to stay in the inn to watch over the shopkeeper and the waiter. They let them in when no one was around... After I talked to my sister about it, she guessed that the oil lamp was fueled by death energy, which was how it could suppress the vitality in us."
The disciples listened to Leng Tianyin's words. Leng Mushi found You Zishu and said, "Big Brother, I know you are angry, and I don't listen to your orders, but someone is dying, can we really not..."
"I can't just ignore it." You Zishu sighed, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, unfolded it and said, "This is the map I drew based on my memory when I was being driven away and when I was forced to retreat on the mountain last night."
You Zishu originally wanted to turn back, but before that, he wanted the low-level disciples to first meet up with the disciples from the Punishment Hall. However, because of his personality, he was not suitable to lead a team at all. He was not as good as Leng Mushi, who could incite and convince people with reasonable reasoning.
You Zishu's courage is limited to taking risks alone. He has led the team for so long, and it is all thanks to his identity as the eldest disciple of the master that he can suppress the enemies. But he is actually not good at explaining and organizing teamwork.
Those who have worked with him on missions say that he is autocratic and unsympathetic, and he knows all of this.
That's his nature, and he can't change it.
Nowadays, most of the disciples are willing to go back to save people, so You Zishu naturally cannot stop them, and there is no possibility of blaming them.
It is not that the sooner a cultivator faces evil spirits, the more likely he is to go further on the road. This is a truth that all high-level cultivators understand. The brink of life and death is the most challenging for a person. Fighting together and facing the choice of interests is the most challenging for the mind.
This kind of test can benefit practitioners far more than the fake dangers created by the controllable monsters and beasts in the secret realm.
Protecting the human race is a tradition engraved in the Taichu Sect and its cultivators’ bones and laws, just like not harming the human race.
Finally, based on Leng Tianyin's description, everyone came up with the idea of using spiritual power to form a small barrier array, covering the mouth and nose to block the smell of the oil lamp.
Later, based on You Zishu's topographic map, he guessed the burial place of the group of Baro bones.
It couldn't be too far from Letan Town. After all, after the massacre, there must be countless bodies of civilians. It would be very troublesome to transport them over a long distance. The soldiers who won the killing would not have the patience to do so.
But it can't be too close. If people are too lazy to even bury the body, then in order to prevent the spread of plague, the barren mountains outside the city would be the best place.
This also explains why the ancestral hall in the city was built outside the city. It is likely that the ancestral hall is not for the ancestors of the people living in the city today, but was built by these people after the war subsided, for the remains of those who died in the massacre.
Everyone discussed everything and made a plan. In the end, even the lowest-ranking disciples were unwilling to go first and join the team from the Punishment Hall.
"Those who died were our fellow disciples! We must avenge them!"
"Yes! Although my deceased senior sister was arrogant, she always helped me to sort out my meridians."
The last young disciple with bloodshot eyes wiped his sword and said in a trembling voice: "One of them is my brother."
At this point, everyone was ready to return to Letan Town at night.
Because the night does not pose any threat to the cultivator's keen five senses, but for those Baro Bones who still have the abilities of ordinary people even if they occupy other people's bodies, there are many limitations.
"I have already contacted the group of disciples from the Punishment Hall, and they are coming to reinforce us," You Zishu said in a deep voice when he saw the crowd getting excited, "Don't be afraid, I will never let any of you die again."
Youzishu never said anything nonsense, he always kept his word and fulfilled his actions.
The hearts of the disciples warmed up, and they all called out affectionately, "Listen to the eldest brother." You Zishu was not used to the disciples being so enthusiastic towards him, and the words he was about to say were stuck. His pale face turned slightly red, and his light eyes wandered around.
All the disciples, including the intermediate disciples who had been disciples for a long time, had never seen You Zishu behave like this. Once someone laughed out loud, the laughter could not be stopped and everyone started laughing.
This smile is kind and united. The elders would be surprised if they saw that the new disciples could have such cohesion.
Finally, the wanderers fled in desperation. Leng Mushi said: "Now everyone find some food, eat some dry food, we will return at night!"
Now that the sun had just passed noon, the disciples began to go into the mountains to look for fruit, and those who brought dry food ate their own.
After nightfall, the group flew low on their swords. The senior disciples led the junior disciples, no longer as unfamiliar as when they came. Riding the night wind, they returned to Letan Town silently.
They found a mass grave in the deserted mountains, filled with resentment and many unformed Baro bones!
Everything turned out just as they expected!
After they saw those nameless tablets in the unattended ancestral hall, everyone was completely certain that the people in the formation were all living dead possessed by Barro Bone.
This time, it is no longer the cultivators who have to be restrained when facing ordinary people. What they are facing is a group of evil spirits, a group of baroques who have occupied the bodies of mortals and are killing their fellow enemies!
The author has something to say: Xiao Mian: Yes, yes, yes, what my wife said is right, and he nodded vigorously.
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Two fats in one!