Chapter 1 The Meng Family?

"The Meng family?"

"Are you saying the one you chased like a dog is that Meng family member from Tongyin?"

Ordinary words couldn't describe Erguotou's shock at that moment. His eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. How could a Meng family member be so undignified? How could a Meng family member be chased so wretchedly by Lao Baigan?

His blood rushed to his head, dizzying him. He thought he was dreaming and subconsciously raised his sleeve to cover his face while quickly looking for a place to hide.

But he didn't need to cover his face. He was frightened, but so was the Meng family's second young master, whose yin path had been sealed. He immediately turned his head, not daring to come in Erguotou's direction.

"Who on earth has the ability to seal even the yin path I want to take?"

Just a moment ago, this Meng family second young master didn't want to escape. He was full of resentment towards the senior servant who had forced him into the sedan chair. But now that he discovered he couldn't even escape by borrowing the yin path, he began to panic.

The superficial anger had long disappeared, replaced by a heart-stopping thought: "How could a zou gui ren (ghost walker) appear here?"

Whether it was the opponent's ability to wave a flag and seal the path to the underworld or the yin lightning that was summoned, they were both signature methods of a zou gui ren. In other words, the one lying in wait here was a great zou gui?

But the zou gui way should be withering these days...

He was secretly handling this errand, and he was already feeling guilty. Now, he discovered one with heavy baleful aura and one skilled in zou gui methods. His heart couldn't help but shrink back.

"That's right, Great Hall Official..."

His feet stepped on those boots, and even the ground seemed to be wriggling quickly, producing a wonderful feeling of shrinking the earth into inches. Looking at the ghost sedan in front of him, it became clearer and clearer in his eyes.

"Faster..."

But how could the yin servant girl and the little ghosts carrying the sedan chair answer his question?

Looking back, neither the senior servant nor the living servant girl who had stayed behind to hold off the enemy could be seen. Even the lights near the village couldn't be seen. He didn't know if they were dead or alive.

"Brother Erguotou, your arrival is perfectly timed..."

But Hu Ma didn't think he was dreaming either. Instead, he was overjoyed. He roared angrily and seized the opportunity to catch up.

"He is a shousui zhuodao (year-end executioner), he can definitely protect my life..."

"..."

That night, he had encountered danger several times and almost had his neck cut off by Hu Ma, and he had almost been touched by Gu worms.

"..."

"Where's the senior servant? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"I'm the Meng family's young master. How could I die in this mountain hollow?"

The blood in his heart was boiling, and even the knife in his hand seemed to sense his excitement at this moment, ringing loudly against the oncoming wind, with a terrifying baleful aura.

But it was the first time he had truly felt this way, and as soon as this thought appeared, it burned like a raging fire, almost instantly engulfing his entire body and his soul, generating intense fear.

"How could I die here? I'm only twenty-three years old, and it's far from my time to go down and serve the ancestors..."

And as the Meng second young master was increasingly overwhelmed by this intense panic, he lost all composure and suddenly shouted:

The Meng family's second young master, alarmed, shouted desperately: "Quick, go find Tie Jun, the Great Hall Official!"

"..."

"Could it be that I could really die here?"

"..."

The yin servant girl and the little ghosts carrying the sedan chair naturally knew the danger. Receiving his order, they actually changed direction, carrying the billowing yin energy, floating and sinking in the night, preparing to head towards Shima Town.

But vaguely feeling the surging baleful aura behind him, Hu Ma was getting closer and faster. He was so shocked that his eyes were unfocused. Ignoring everything else, he used the commanding order again:

"Misty and indistinct, demons and ghosts walk together, order the Tongyin Meng, quickly come before the sedan chair to hear the decree!"

As he spoke, while still in the sedan chair, he suddenly cut his palm and sprinkled a string of blood.

Before the blood could fall to the ground, it burned, faintly producing a wisp of black smoke, which scattered into the mountains along with the night.

This wasn't some clever technique. It was using blood as a medium to summon the mountain's demon spirits and wandering filth to help. If someone were to come to help at this time, it would be equivalent to forming a bond of gratitude in the name of the Tongyin Meng family's bloodline, and they would have to thank the person with a grand offering of three sacrificial animals.

How precious was the blood of the Tongyin Meng family's descendants? They wouldn't casually use it on nameless demon spirits in this desolate wilderness, fearing that they wouldn't be able to bear it. But now, there was no other way.

He didn't expect to summon anything truly powerful. He only hoped that something would be attracted to temporarily help him block the ferocious and terrifying guy behind him, so that he would have a chance to run to Tie Jun, the Great Hall Official, and beg for help.

Of course, in doing so, he would lose all face, but what time was it now? How could he care about face?

Whoosh...

As his blood medium was scattered, the chaotic wind in the surrounding mountains and forests suddenly contained countless whispers. Whether it was wandering souls, yin filth, or certain trees and wild animals in the mountains that had gradually developed some spirituality, they were all attracted and peeked out.

Anyone with a little cultivation could sense the unusually alluring thing in the scent of blood and even become crazy because of it, driven by the curse in his blood medium.

Those with high spirituality were only attracted, while those with lower spirituality would probably be directly suppressed by the blood energy.

But just as the Meng family's second young master anxiously looked around, worrying whether the things he had summoned would all be too ordinary, a gust of clear wind suddenly blew in front of him, directly scattering the scent of his blood.

Even he couldn't help but be startled. He hurriedly looked and saw a rolling demon wind above the mountain ridge in front of him, making the night as thick as ink.

But in the depths of this deep night, something slowly emerged. First, it was a little bit of white, and then it gradually took shape. Vaguely, a ferocious and terrifying aura intertwined. Finally, a strange shadow appeared.

Snow-white all over, with an elegant figure, it quietly crouched on the mountain ridge, seeming to possess its own noble temperament, out of tune with this barren wilderness, not large, but with a haughty expression, vaguely having a look of contempt.

Blurrily, several tails behind it swayed gently in the air.

"Ah?"

The Meng family's young master was first shocked when he saw this kind of demon. He was instinctively wary.

But then, endless joy surged up: "Finally, the heavens are helping me. A blood medium actually summoned such a powerful demon?"

He didn't know if it was because he saw the cat's eyes, but his head was dizzy, and his thoughts were out of control, giving rise to many thoughts. For example, if he was saved by this demon, he could even take it back and give it a start in life...

Of course, he wasn't that不堪 (unbearable). As soon as the thoughts that shouldn't have appeared at this time came up, he suddenly shuddered.

"This demon is confusing me?"

He was suddenly shocked, but he suddenly discovered that after the white cat appeared, it didn't accept his blood medium, nor did it have any intention of going to the back to block the pursuers for him. It just looked at him coldly.

Even he was momentarily confused when he saw those strange eyes, and his thinking slowed down by half a beat. Looking at its face, it even seemed to have a vague look of ridicule.

And the little ghosts carrying the sedan chair next to him were running much slower.

"It's not helping me, but blocking me?"

The Meng family's second young master suddenly realized what was happening. He was shocked and almost fell out of the sedan chair.

In shock and anger, he suddenly blew a mouthful of yin energy toward the white cat. This was somewhat venting his anger. The white cat's position wouldn't block his sedan chair, but how could the Meng family's second young master endure such an offense?

But facing this yin energy, the white cat's eyes shone brightly, and it even seemed to show a sneer. It didn't even dodge, and the soft, slender tails behind it gently swayed.

The Meng second young master didn't know what happened. He only felt that the sedan chair under him suddenly tilted. Several of the little ghosts carrying the sedan chair instantly melted into the night, and the sedan chair suddenly became unstable.

Not only did the speed suddenly slow down, but he almost fell out of the sedan chair.

"Damn it!"

He knew it was the demon's doing. Vaguely, he also felt that escaping was important, but at this moment, he couldn't control himself and wanted to attack the white cat.

"Young master, be careful..."

At the same moment, the ghost servant girl beside him suddenly reminded him, raising her hand to straighten the sedan chair, and at the same time, her body turned into a gust of yin wind and rushed straight towards the white cat in front of him, discovering that the situation was critical, no longer caring about anything else, wanting to desperately protect him and leave.

"In this rural place, how are there so many people and demons who don't fear the Meng family's prestige?"

The Meng second young master was now a little confused. Although he was in a sorry state, he still had the corresponding ceremonial guard.

Those wandering filth and evil ghosts would naturally be blown away, and those with higher cultivation should be able to recognize the ceremonial guard.

Not to mention kneeling on the side of the road and kowtowing, how dare they provoke him one by one?

Of course, although he couldn't understand it, he knew that this wasn't the time to think about it. He glanced back at the ghost servant girl who had been entangled by the rolling demon wind, endured the heartache, and still wanted to continue fleeing forward.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind him. When he turned his head, he saw an object under the moonlight, with a rolling baleful aura, emitting a brilliant light, whistling towards him.

It was Hu Ma who had taken advantage of this rare opportunity and finally reached within seven zhang (approximately 23 meters) of him, and he threw the knife in his hand with all his strength.

(End of Chapter)