Chapter 469 Eight Directions Roaming Gods "Hmm?"

Noticing the strange movement in his arm, Hu Ma's expression changed drastically. He turned, held his blade horizontally, and slammed it hard against his left arm.

The baleful aura on the blade instinctively retreated into the weapon upon contact with him, but Hu Ma used all his strength. With a resounding "pa," he suppressed the thing within his left arm that was trying to escape.

He was somewhat surprised. The thing sealed inside his left arm was extremely difficult to eliminate. Da Hongpao had sealed it with one layer, and he had used Yin Jiangjun's finger to nail it to his bone. He hadn't expected it to try to escape at this juncture.

Was it because even it couldn't stand the methods of that Meng family scion?

Thinking about it, it was almost laughable. That Meng family scion's methods were truly cruel, ruthless, and decisive.

Hu Ma had thought that the most brutal methods he had seen since his reincarnation were the blood sacrifice of those three villages with sweet potato wine and the slaughter of his entire Wu clan by Hou'erjiu (Monkey Wine).

He didn't expect to see even more brutal methods so soon.

It was that Meng family scion. The extent of his boldness far exceeded his imagination. Refining Yin Jiangjun could be said to be a casual act, and the Caotou Ba Shuaishen (Eight Decaying Gods) could be said to be to destroy this Lantern Blessing Ceremony. Then what about his current use of the Meng family's signature technique, "serving ghosts with the living?"

…He had already overheard the conversation between him and the Iron Steed Chief Officer. What else was there to say?

This was still a method directed at him, just like Yin Jiangjun, to keep an eye on him in Mingzhou, to force him to sit down and talk.

However, compared to using Yin Jiangjun to refine a ghost general platform and using Yin soldiers to monitor his movements, this method was even more blatant and vicious.

If he had to find a description, what he was doing now was no different from when Granny Cui in Da Yang Village buried a cursed object under the crooked-neck tree to harm him.

If there was a difference, it was only that the scale was larger, burying a mass grave, a burial ground for the dead.

But the key was that all of this was happening right in front of him, he had been watching it all along. If he hadn't come to Shima Town, everything would have been unclear, and he would have been calculated and suffered a great loss for no reason.

But fate was so wonderful. Because he came here, the insidious methods of the Meng family were revealed to him one by one, and the situation became subtle again.

Then…

Hu Ma's eyes gradually turned cold, and his teeth clenched slightly. The Meng family never forgot about the Hu family, but as a descendant of the Hu family, how could he dare to forget them?

It was just that he had always been careful and vigilant, afraid of being discovered. But at this moment, he truly and deeply felt the killing intent towards the Meng family again. This killing intent was not just because of anger.

It was because of fear!

In this world where all kinds of strange tricks could kill people, such a powerful family was constantly thinking about taking your life. Who wouldn't be afraid?

To put it bluntly, even the final decision to intervene in this matter was not because Hu Ma was noble enough to do it for the Yi Qian (One Coin) Sect, for the "not eating beef" rule, or for the people of this town. It was because he knew that the Meng family had come for the Hu family.

He just wanted to see more of the methods the Meng family had prepared.

Now, he had seen them!

"Since that's the case, then let's truly use the Hu family's Zhen Sui Shu (Town Year Book) to fight against your Meng family's Tong Yin Shu (Spirit Communication Art)!"

As his thoughts raced, he gritted his teeth and took out a section of fate incense from his pocket, intending to summon Xiao Hongtang and prepare to set up an altar and reveal his identity as a member of the Hu family.

The Meng family had a backup plan, and he had already made preparations to set up an altar in Shima Town. The purpose was to set up the altar when the other party was strong, so that he would have a chance to fight them.

Of course, setting up this altar would also be quite troublesome. The Meng family would immediately know that he was here, and the identity of the Hu family would be difficult to hide. Many things might become very passive later.

Furthermore, even if he set up the altar, he was not confident that he could leave the Meng family's scion's life here. He could only deter the other party and let them know that the Hu family already knew their Meng family's intentions, similar to "shaking the mountain to scare the tiger."

With this altar, he could only gain a 30% advantage at most, but with no reincarnators present, and the entire Shima Town isolated and helpless, what better way was there?

But just as Hu Ma was thinking, and the thought of setting up the altar arose in an instant, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He saw the countless ghost banners waving, and the rolling evil ghosts crawling densely, laughing and making noise, about to engulf the entire Shima Town. And in this town, whether it was the Yi Qian Sect members, or those who had been invited to watch the ceremony, were all terrified, but had no way to deal with it.

However, facing these endless hungry ghosts, the lives of the Shima Town people were in danger, and they should have been extremely afraid and screaming. But strangely, they weren't. The town, which should have fallen into chaos, suddenly fell into a deep silence.

It was as if a black cloth had suddenly been draped over the town. The next moment, when the ghosts entered the town, all the lights in the town disappeared, and all human voices ceased, leaving only a deathly silence.

Not only had all the sounds in the entire town disappeared, but the entire town, as if it had turned into a black lake, even those Yin ghosts that had poured into the town seemed to hesitate at this moment.

"What is this again?"

Outside the town, the Meng family's second young master, who didn't know what he had summoned, also seemed not to have expected this change. A strange expression appeared on his cold, empty face, and he looked towards the town direction blankly.

The Iron Steed Chief Officer beside him also noticed something was wrong, slowly opened his eyes, and showed a look of surprise.

"Dong" "Dong" "Dong"

But just as everything was silent, and the entire world seemed to have turned black, several clear sounds of a clapper suddenly rang out in the pitch-black night.

The sound of the clapper was extremely clear, but it seemed strange in this atmosphere, because it was what those street performers and acrobatic troupes would ring to attract patrons and remind everyone that the highlight performance was about to begin.

Now that everyone in Shima Town had been frightened by the eerie ghost cries, who would be in the mood to listen to the show at this time?

But the sound of the clapper just happened to ring out at this time.

And coincidentally, with the sound of the clapper, lights suddenly began to appear. It was an oil lamp, lit from the deep darkness, illuminating a grotesque human face smeared with greasepaint, with its eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and mouth twisting, and its eyes also shining brightly.

The entire town was dark, but only here was it lit. So the Yin ghosts all flew towards it. Then, this face covered in greasepaint suddenly burst out laughing, covered its mouth with its hand, and suddenly spat forward. Instantly, a cloud of fire burned over an area of several dozen zhang.

Countless vengeful ghosts were burned to ashes by this cloud of fire, making a crackling sound.

Immediately afterwards, as if lit by this cloud of fire, the lights in the town lit up one by one, illuminating an area of three or four zhang.

And in this light, the actor on the stage, stepping to the sound of the clapper, waved the big flag in his hand majestically, not knowing how many Yin ghosts that had invaded the town were swept up, and then he shook it hard, shattering them into oblivion.

Immediately afterwards, gongs and drums sounded, and suona horns blew, the music soaring into the clouds, passionate and loud, scattering countless Yin spirits.

On the street, countless figures also stood up. The one showing off his strength with a large vat, spinning it around, back and forth, not knowing how many eerie ghost shadows he had collected into his vat.

The one selling fried dumplings, using his hands and feet, had a raging fire burning, but what was in the pot was not dumplings, but clearly struggling and wailing Yin ghosts, all being filled into the oil pot.

"Grandpa hold, Grandpa hold…"

The little girl urged the white-bearded old man to hold her, but suddenly her expression changed, and she giggled and said, "No need for Grandpa to hold me, carry Grandpa…"

So, the trembling old man carrying her put her on the ground, but the huge body was supported by the little girl's shoulders, and he flipped over, bit by bit, burrowing into the bundle on the little girl's back. Then the little girl untied the bundle and shook it forward with force.

The actors, fortune-tellers, street performers, and merchants all stood up, facing the Yin ghosts that had poured into the town, using various methods. At the same time, several people slowly passed through the crowd and walked towards the town entrance.

Because their methods were so clever, even the people in the town did not notice.

This Lantern Blessing Ceremony had arranged for the Dharma King to bestow blessings, but had not arranged for a roaming god procession. But now, a roaming god procession suddenly started, instantly scattering the evil ghosts driven by the Meng family.

In the lively roaming god procession, one after another, unusual people appeared, smiling, and gradually left the town.

Walking in the front was the troupe leader of the first acting troupe who stood out. He was wearing a black costume, with a cynical sneer on his face. He swaggered to Hu Ma, tilted his head, and sized him up, seeming quite unconvinced.

But in the next moment, he suddenly clasped his hands together, then gently stroked his chest with his right hand, bowed to Hu Ma, and said softly, "Jin Chen'er, the top disciple of the 'Not Eating Beef Willow' sect, greets the virtuous master of our sect."

Following him, the vat juggler, the monkey handler, the one carrying the old grandfather for a stroll, all rushed over, and at the same time bowed to Hu Ma, and said respectfully, "Chen Erhe, Song Daniu, disciples of the 'Not Eating Beef Hide' sect, greet the virtuous master of our sect!"

In the entire Shima Town, in the midst of countless just now confused and miserable people, people stood up one after another, took off their disguises, and stood on the streets, rooftops, behind trees, and in oil pots.

At the same time, they saluted Hu Ma: "The disciples of the 'Not Eating Beef' sect are here under orders to greet the virtuous master of our sect!"

(End of this chapter) (3/3)