Chapter 32

I ran up to Sister Ma and said, "Who are they?"

"Golden Feather Arrow?" The leading man sneered.

At this moment, a dangerous aura came from me. I quickly pushed Sister Ma away and instantly opened the fire bell to the maximum, spraying it at the two of them. At the same time, they sprayed two flames, one white and one black, at me, and they actually fought me on equal terms.

"Are you also from the ghost clan?" I said in shock.

That’s right, what they both used was also the Fire Bell Technique!

"Is there a misunderstanding between us?" I said.

"Misunderstanding? You let go of the fish spirit that we two had caught with great difficulty, and you said it was a misunderstanding?" said the leader.

"They are not evil monsters, why do they have to kill people?" I said.

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't think you can show off in front of us just because you have experienced three tribulations. You are just a wild dog." said the man.

Hearing this, my blood boiled. Although I knew that half of the ghost tribe did not welcome me, and even hated me because my family had stolen the Feather Stone, this was the first time I had encountered people speaking so harshly to me like these two.

"Damn it, you're so shameless." Sister Ma cursed and was about to take action.

I stopped Sister Ma. Their words had really touched my nerves, so I didn't waste any more words and started a fight with them. I first used the Fire Bell Technique to spray a large amount of flames at them, burning them so hard that they retreated.

Before they could fight back, I drew a Five Thunder Talisman. They were not inexperienced, and with their combined strength, they actually burned the Five Thunder Talisman I drew.

I held the golden-feathered arrow in my hand, ready to launch. Seeing their bewildered appearance, I ultimately refrained from killing them. They sensed danger and immediately used their Fire Bell Technique to block my golden arrow. I controlled the golden arrow, piercing through their Fire Bells and streaking along their ears, leaving them bleeding.

They both touched their ears and found that they had been injured by me. They wanted to retreat, but they did not relax their words. They said: "You ruined our good plan today. I will ask Brother Zong to deal with you later. The younger generation of the Ghost Clan will always be under the command of Brother Zong."

I don’t care about the younger generation of the ghost clan. As for the Zong Ge he mentioned, I don’t even know him.

The golden-feathered arrow appeared in my hand again, scaring the two of them so much that they fled in panic.

Sister Ma saw them running away and asked, "Are you just going to let them go like this?"

"I can't make enemies with the ghosts now. After I have made contributions in the Xuanzhen Bureau and redeemed my parents, I will never show mercy to such people if I meet them again." I said.

Sister Ma smiled cruelly and said nothing more.

At this time, the sound was heard again in the river. Sister Ma and I looked into the river and saw the catfish swimming up. It opened its palm and gave Sister Ma and me a pearl. After we took the pearl, it turned around and jumped into the river, swimming downstream.

Neither of us had the chance to say thank you to it.

Even at night, this pearl sparkles, and Sister Ma and I can't let it go. It must have been produced by a river clam spirit. It's been through countless years, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. It's no longer an ordinary pearl.

"It's really beautiful." I said.

"This thing is so full of spiritual energy, it's really a treasure." Sister Ma also exclaimed.

We both put away the pearls. Now that the rain had stopped and the moon was out, we could continue on our journey. Back in the car, I followed the navigation to Sister Ma's house. The unpleasant episode just now was all forgotten the moment I saw Sister Ma's house.

Sister Ma's family lives on Changbai Mountain, very close to Tianchi Lake. She tells me they are an authentic Northeastern Ma family, having lived on Changbai Mountain since ancient times. Her family has been shamanic for generations, and the practice of "going out to work with a horse" is just one form of shamanism. She has limited abilities, so she's only learned that technique. There are people in her family who practice orthodox shamanism.

Speaking of this, my curiosity was aroused.

In the Tungusic language, "shaman" means someone who can communicate with spirits. This includes not only the spirits of the gods, but also mountains, rivers, stars, and trees. In their culture, all things possess spirits. Besides possession, they also communicate with spirits through shaman dances and divination.

I urged Sister Ma to take me to their tribe as soon as possible, mainly because I wanted to see a real shaman.

Sister Ma smiled and said, "Shamans only appear during rituals like sacrifices. They don't show up at other times."

I feel a little regretful. In Sister Ma's ritual, I have seen a kind of magic method that is completely different from Taoism, Buddhism and the ghost clan. It is indeed very novel.

When I entered Sister Ma's family, I found that they lived in a small village. The villagers were dressed no differently from ordinary people. If Sister Ma hadn't mentioned it, I would have thought I was just passing by an ordinary small village.

Seeing Sister Ma coming back, everyone greeted her and said, "Ni is back."

I think the word "Ni" means "girl" to them. That's what I feel.

Sister Ma returned the greetings one by one. The villagers' hospitality made me feel a little uncomfortable, and it reminded me of the joyful night when I returned to the Ghost Clan. Then I thought of the unpleasantness I encountered last night. If only my family could accept me like this.

When I returned to Sister Ma's house, no one was there. Sister Ma skillfully took out the key from the door wall and opened the door.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw this.

When Sister Ma saw me smiling, she looked puzzled and asked, "What are you smiling about?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I just remembered something."

"The house is a bit messy, I'll clean it up first." said Sister Ma.

What I thought of was that the key to our house was also hidden under the bricks of the courtyard wall. Sister Ma’s actions just now instantly reminded me of my childhood.

I couldn't just stand there and watch, so I started cleaning with Sister Ma.

We were cleaning and chatting when a man came in. He was about thirty-four or thirty-five and looked quite strong.

After he entered the yard, he said nothing, picked up his tools and started cleaning.

When Sister Ma saw this man, her face turned red.

I sensed that there must be gossip between the two of them, and I couldn't help but say with a malicious tone, "Sister Ma, who is this big brother? Why did he come in without even saying hello?"

Sister Ma glared at me, then pretended not to look at the man, opened the door, and went in to clean the house.

When the man heard me say that, he stood up, scratched his head, and said innocently, "My name is Ma Ping, and everyone calls me Brother Ping."

Seeing his silly look, I burst out laughing and shouted, "Sister Ma, why did you come into the house? You are so old and still shy."

"I really shouldn't have brought you back!" Sister Ma came out of the house holding a quilt, and then hung the quilt on the rope in the yard.

"Ma Chun, my mother said you just came back today, come to my house for dinner." Ma Ping said a little embarrassedly.

"I understand. I'll go after I finish packing." Sister Ma said with rare gentleness.

At this point, the gossip fire in my heart was burning fiercely.