The group set off in a mighty procession. Although only one person was needed to lead the way, the villagers were howling in anger. Russell stopped trying to dissuade them and allowed them to follow behind. With his strength, it would be easy for him to protect them.
Because Russell understood this feeling very well. The money he worked hard to earn was taken away by a scammer, and he was also ridiculed by the scammer. He was also laughed at by his brother and mother at that time.
Even if he were to be reincarnated again, Russell would understand this feeling very well and would wish to cut the liar into pieces.
The temple of the immortal is very remote, hidden among the mountains, but it is also somewhat obvious because the path there has been trampled thousands of times and is particularly solid.
It can be seen from this that the temple is particularly popular, and the original dirt path has been widened by people trampling on it.
However, the wider and harder the road is, the more angry the villagers will be.
Before everyone could get close, there was an unusual movement in the surrounding grass, followed by a whistling sound, and then it disappeared in an instant.
"What is that?"
"Maybe it's a mountain rabbit."
"You are worthy of being the one who tipped off your great immortal, right?"
Everyone was talking at once and their steps became faster and faster, for fear that they would be too late and the immortal would run away.
Russell's spiritual sense could see it clearly. It was indeed a little demon that came to report the news. It went straight into a temple.
What surprised him was that the person sitting cross-legged at the table was actually a person, and not any of the so-called five immortals.
The man was wearing a black robe and had an ordinary face. There was nothing special about him, but he was able to fool the villagers into worshiping him for such a long time.
If he is a human, why is he staying here? He cannot absorb incense, and there is no need for him to seek offerings from the villagers.
After all, these things can be obtained by capable practitioners by working hard in the city.
Just as Russell was in deep thought, the man slowly raised his head, just because the little demon had already rushed into the temple.
The little demon stood up straight, with a long tail, and it looked like a mouse.
It looked up, but found that the person sitting at the table was not its ancestor, but a stranger.
Where are our ancestors
It also wants to tell the ancestors that something big has happened. The villagers outside are going to rebel, which has attracted the cultivators and patrolling Yakshas.
As a petty thief who was begging for alms, the immortal had already drawn portraits of all the people around him who should not be provoked, and gave them to his thousands of descendants as a warning.
Once there is any news or they see anyone coming to the temple, they will inform them in advance so that they can dig a hole and escape quickly.
Yaksha came with someone today, but where is the ancestor
The little mouse spirit had a confused look on its face. Suddenly, it smelled a strange smell. It sniffed slightly, and when it looked up, it was shocked to find countless bones hanging on the beams.
The one in the middle is the largest, and the others are smaller. They are densely packed together, filling the entire roof, and there are at least thousands of them.
Looking at the protruding skull in the middle of the corpse, the little mouse spirit was so scared that its souls scattered. It was none other than its ancestor, the immortal that the villagers talked about.
Now he is dead and has turned into bones!
The little mouse spirit immediately turned around and tried to run, but it was too late. A pale hand pressed down on its body and squeezed it hard. Its originally fat body instantly turned into white bones without leaving any blood.
The man who had his eyes closed opened them, a sharp cold light flashed, he raised his head, the door in front of him seemed unable to block his sight.
Hoarse voice.
"A mere Yaksha dares to chase after me. He is simply courting death..."
He licked his tongue and seemed to be making a bold decision in his heart. There was a lot of blood food, and if he was fast enough, the masters in the small town would be too late.
By then, my injuries will heal faster. Everyone in that small town, wait for me!
The next moment, his body disappeared and turned into black mist, which slowly dissipated. The temple became eerie and terrifying again.
…
"It seems to be foggy."
On the mountain path, Yaksha had a solemn look on his face. The fog in the distant forest became thicker as they walked further, and it even became thicker visibly to the naked eye.
He looked left and right, but his vision was completely blocked and he couldn't see far away.
There must be something weird about this!
Yaksha slowly tightened his grip on the steel fork, feeling a little uneasy, but when he looked at Russell beside him, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.
If he could find the problem, the cultivator next to him who had a higher level of cultivation than him must have also found the problem. But judging from his expression, he probably didn't care.
Just when Yaksha had just breathed a sigh of relief, a cold wind blew and a black shadow slowly appeared. He suddenly roared, picked up the steel fork and rushed over.
But when he ran halfway, he suddenly stopped, because the black shadow in the white mist was just a skeleton.
There was not just one, but more than a dozen of them, leaning towards him in a crooked manner, looking so fragile that they seemed like they would fall down at the slightest breeze.
Yaksha's pupils shrank in fear and he took a few steps back. These white bones were as smooth as jade and emitted a strange smell.
Especially since he recently heard about something that the undead appeared again in the small town and even escaped from the pursuit of the Night Watch.
Controlling corpses is one of the abilities of the undead. Under the control of the undead, the corpses are indestructible and their claws are extremely sharp. They can even seize the blood and soul of a cultivator and assimilate them into bones. It is extremely terrifying.
Legend has it that there was once a top-level undead spirit that was rampant in the south of the Yangtze River. Its subordinates controlled tens of thousands of bones to transform into an army, which shocked the imperial court, mobilized countless masters, and finally activated literary weapons to suppress the undead spirit.
There were countless casualties in that battle, so people were terrified when talking about it later, and the Night Watchmen were also afraid of it like a tiger. Once they got any news, they would strangle the undead in the cradle.
And in front of him, he had already controlled more than a dozen white skeletons.
Before Yaksha could react, a white skeleton took the lead and turned into a white shadow, attacking Yaksha.
The speed was so fast that the frightened Yaksha quickly waved the steel fork in his hand with great force and started to fight with the white bones.
There was water vapor on the steel fork, which turned into a water dragon in mid-air and directly wrapped around the white bones.
Yaksha used both hands to thrust the steel fork directly at the bones. Sparks flew and the steel fork sank into the bones. Before he could feel happy, he became panicked.
Because the steel fork couldn't be pulled out.
The white skeleton stared at Yaksha intently and began to tremble, with its mouth moving up and down constantly. Although it could not make any laughter, it made Yaksha feel extremely terrified.
The villagers around have already noticed something is wrong and swallowed their saliva. Lord Yasha, how come you can't even beat a skeleton
There are still a dozen or so!
Realizing that the situation was not good, they planned to run, but their retreat had been cut off. They saw another dozen skeletons slowly walking out from behind, blocking their way.
"run?"
"Hahaha, you're crying out to the heavens and the earth for help but no one will respond!"
"Be my blood food!"
The undead slowly emerged with a scornful smile on his face. He could not be arrogant in the small town as there were many experts there.
The most shameless thing is that they teamed up together, talking about all kinds of crooked ways. Let's not talk about the code of conduct and just fight together.
Fuck you.
I think you are the demons, the kind who have no shame at all. A group of you beat him up and reduced hundreds of his bones to only dozens.
The undead looked at them with cruelty on his face. He was not allowed to be arrogant in a small town, so what was wrong with him being arrogant in this remote wilderness
If you have the guts, come and hit me!