Chapter 1 The Altar Aunt

"Auntie Altar, Auntie Altar, eat and drink your fill…"

The peddler emptied his right hand, shook the rattle drum, and stared at Hu Ma with extreme ferocity, his voice full of resentment.

But his voice was extremely low and slow, as if coaxing: "Once you're full, you'll only have this one profession left…"

"He's a year-watcher, his flesh and blood are great tonics…"

"…"

He had a sharp eye. When he first saw Hu Ma's belt on New Year's Day, he knew he was a disciple of the Red Lantern Mother Society, but he didn't pay attention to the fact that he was wearing a blue belt without any patterns.

What he didn't know was that although Hu Ma was dressed as a Qingxiang disciple, he had actually been promoted to steward. The corresponding belt hadn't been delivered to the village yet, so he was just wearing this one for the time being.

As for the villagers' address, they called everyone Little Steward, regardless of whether the shopkeepers were actually stewards or not.

Even more unexpected was that Hu Ma had learned the ways of the year-watcher at such a young age.

Of course, he couldn't have imagined it before, but now that he saw Hu Ma poisoned and not falling, he guessed it.

As he muttered to himself, the sound of blood drinking from the altar became clearer.

The rattle drum kept ringing, and the surrounding night became even colder. Even the confused children around seemed to be affected, and they all started calling with him: "Auntie Altar, Auntie Altar…"

The childish voices were especially eerie in the night.

"Auntie Altar? What kind of trick is this?"

A surge of ferocity welled up in Hu Ma's heart, and he wanted to chop him with his knife.

However, the instinctive sense of crisis warned him.

Looking at the altar, it was only about twenty pounds in size, and it would be difficult to put a dog in it, but for some reason, the thing inside made his hair stand on end, and he felt a strong sense of crisis…

…He still held the knife in his right hand, but his left hand had quietly untied the wooden sword, hid it behind his back, and tentatively approached.

The right hand for the killing knife, the left hand for the ghost-slaying sword, both hands had to be hard, both had to be prepared.

"Chih!"

Just as he was thinking, before he could get close, he suddenly saw something stretch out from the altar as the peddler mumbled.

It looked like a small hand, grabbing the peddler's drooping arm and chewing it into the altar.

The peddler screamed in pain, looking like he was going crazy, but the rattle drum in his hand still didn't stop.

"Shua!"

Hu Ma seized the opportunity and didn't dare to delay any longer.

Facing this evil peddler, the longer he delayed, the less he knew what evil method the other party would complete.

He took a step forward and approached, and the steel knife in his hand was about to chop over.

Unexpectedly, just at this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg, and his body staggered. He hurriedly stopped and looked down, and found that a piece of flesh had been torn from his left leg, bloody, and fresh blood was gushing out.

In the surrounding dark night, he didn't know what it was, which frightened Hu Ma a lot. He endured the pain and rushed forward again with his knife.

But before he could lift his arm, he suddenly felt a numbness in his right arm, and another piece of flesh was bitten off by something.

The wound was cold and stinging, and the coldness seemed to be drilling into the depths of the wound.

"What the hell is this?"

Hu Ma was really surprised. He forced himself to remain calm and vigorously waved the wooden sword in his left hand.

"Chih," "Chih," several times, as the wooden sword waved, it seemed as if something invisible dodged away from him.

However, it still didn't leave, and stared at something not far away.

He couldn't see what it was at all, but he would be bitten by the other party unexpectedly.

The strange situation almost made Hu Ma shudder, but he just gritted his teeth and held on.

Facing evil spirits, you can't be afraid. If you are afraid, you will first weaken by 30%, and then you will be taken advantage of by the other party, and you will weaken by another 30%.

If you can't even be calm, then you will die directly by 90%.

At this moment, he could only lift the furnace fire, protect his body with the red wooden sword, and stare at the front. He saw the peddler saw the wound on his body, and a ferocious smile was on his face. The rattle drum was shaking more and more happily, and the sound of the drum almost made people dizzy.

And in the altar, there was a strange and shrill laughter, and gusts of yin wind revolved around the altar, and even he felt cold.

"The strangeness is in that altar…"

Hu Ma clenched the red wooden sword in his left hand, stared at the altar, took a deep breath, and stabbed forward fiercely.

At this time, he could only gamble.

Either break the altar with one sword and stab the thing inside to death.

Or, he might be bitten to death alive in this dark night by this evil thing.

"Hee hee…"

Seeing Hu Ma stab straight with his sword, with the furnace fire pouring in, the thing in the altar seemed to know how powerful it was, and even made a faint laughter. This laughter was also extremely strange, as if it wanted to drill into people's ears.

At the same time, as Hu Ma stabbed out with his sword, his waist, ribs, and shoulders were continuously torn apart due to lack of protection. The invisible monster tore off three or four pieces of flesh from his body at once.

But Hu Ma became fierce, only stabilized his left hand and did not shake it, and stabbed straight at the altar.

"Pa!"

Seeing that the sword was successful, a pale little hand like without bones suddenly stretched out from the altar.

It gripped the wooden sword tightly, and was immediately scalded with white smoke.

But the wooden sword was also caught. Hu Ma knew how powerful it was, and the fire in his eyes was blazing, so he wanted to do his best, step on it, and forcibly push out the wooden sword.

"Brother Hu Ma…"

Also at this moment, he suddenly heard a clear cry in his ear, and a red shadow flashed from the side.

Little Hongtang rushed over, kicked the altar with both feet, took advantage of the momentum and pounced on Hu Ma, knocking him to the ground.

The altar rolled out more than ten feet, but it stood upright on its own, crookedly.

Outside the field of vision, it seemed as if something was crying in a ghastly manner, and densely bit towards Hu Ma's body.

"Awoo…"

But also at this time, he suddenly smelled a fishy wind in his ear. From the dark fields on both sides of the wild road, a strong black dog suddenly sprang out, only a few breaths slower than Little Hongtang, and rushed into the field.

It slammed the altar to the ground at once, with such great force that it even knocked half of the altar, and something inside screamed miserably.

The Altar Auntie seemed to be in great pain, and half of her body drilled out of the altar, and fought with the black dog.

But the dog was also extremely ferocious, tearing and biting, extremely tragic.

"That is, that is…"

Suddenly seeing this scene, the peddler's face changed drastically in an instant. He struggled to stand up and was about to escape into the distance.

But suddenly, he saw an old man with a slightly fat body and a gloomy face appeared on the road ahead. He was angry and shouted sharply: "The monsters of the Altar Sect, you actually dare to come back…"

The peddler was shocked and wanted to turn to the other side to escape, but his thighs were also injured and he couldn't run.

In a hurry, he raised the doll in his hand and shined it on the old man. The doll suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a rain of flying needles.

"Hoo!"

The old man took a deep breath and blew away the flying needles, and the anger on his face became even stronger. He suddenly grabbed his face.

"Old Shopkeeper?"

Seeing Little Hongtang appear, Hu Ma was already a little excited.

He was even more relieved to see the old shopkeeper. Fortunately, the old shopkeeper arrived in time…

…Otherwise, I would have to expose my true strength!

I don't know what that Altar Auntie is, but her magic power is too strong.

I usually hide my cultivation and only use one incense stick of power, that is to say, in my natal spirit temple, only one incense stick is always burning in the incense burner, and the other two are only placed next to it.

But just now, the power of this incense stick was obviously not the opponent of Auntie Altar. If Little Hongtang had appeared a little later, I would have directly inserted all three incense sticks into the incense burner to deal with it.

The operation is simple. With a thought, the three incense sticks of cultivation will be used at the same time.

However, in this way, the old shopkeeper who followed must have seen that I have hidden my cultivation…

"Thanks to Little Hongtang…"

While feeling fortunate, he was also suddenly a little curious: "What is that black dog?"

The old shopkeeper's inner courtyard, I usually don't see him keeping a dog?

But seeing the fierce fight between the two sides, Hu Ma also hurried up. He glanced around and didn't need his help, so he hurriedly pulled all the dolls who were still standing there blankly to one place, and ordered Little Hongtang to look after them.

Then he looked at the battlefield and saw that the black dog was extremely fierce, and had already torn the thing in the altar to pieces.

And the old shopkeeper's side was even more relaxed.

The peddler had already been seriously injured by him, and when he met the old shopkeeper, he suffered even more.

His flying needles and the poison powder hidden in his sleeves were all broken by the old shopkeeper with a cold face, and he shouted for Auntie Altar, but there was no movement at all, which only made the old shopkeeper's eyes burn with anger.

The old shopkeeper that Hu Ma usually saw was always indifferent to affairs, and even had no human touch to speak of.

Even if Xu Ji and the shopkeeper in the outer courtyard lost their lives, he didn't see him take revenge, and his heart was so hard that people couldn't say anything.

But now, facing the peddler, he seemed to be a completely different person.

Not only did he crush the other party's right arm and rattle drum, but he also directly lifted the other party by the neck.

He asked a few questions, and when he saw that the other party didn't say anything, and even wanted to bite his tongue, he directly slammed him on the ground headfirst, and his head went into his chest cavity.

"Gathering and dismembering, you deserve to die ten thousand times!"

"…"

Seeing the old shopkeeper getting angry, Hu Ma felt a little scared. He calmed down and then greeted him.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a woman's cry not far away: "Dad, they really came back…"

Hu Ma subconsciously turned his head, and his whole body suddenly felt numb.

The one who spoke was the black dog.

Or rather, it was the shopkeeper's daughter, Wu Hemei.

Below her neck, she was all in the shape of a big black dog, but her head drilled out of the dog's body, which was especially strange in the desolate night.