Chapter 44
I jumped out of the coffin and saw that the mother's soul had returned to her own body, but my black flame was still burning.
She rolled back and forth on the ground in agony, uttering inhuman screams. The damage to her soul was far greater than the pain in her body. The remaining half of her soul convulsed for a moment before completely dissipating.
The mother lying on the ground gradually changed shape, transforming into a pen. When I looked at her children again, they had all become paper figures. I said they all looked like they were carved from the same mold, but it turned out they were all made by the pen itself after it became a demon, and then used magic to add eyes to them. Even the stage, tables, and chairs they had been performing on, and even the large truck, were all made of paper.
The two coffins used as the medium for exchanging bodies with me were made of solid locust wood.
If I were just an ordinary person with a very yin body, then after we exchanged bodies just now, it would have truly become a human.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh once again at the attraction of the extremely yin body to these evil spirits.
I walked over to the pen, bent down, picked it up, and examined it carefully. It was a paper-making pen, used specifically to add eyes to paper figures. Over time, it became a spirit, and has been a plague on the world ever since.
But Wu Lianyong is indeed a human being. I still haven't figured out how he is related to these paper figures.
I summoned the Fire Bell and burned all the evil things clean. The dotting pen crackled as the black flames burned. As for the two coffins behind me, without these evil things, they were just two ordinary locust wood coffins. There was no need for me to waste my energy on them.
But I have no idea where I am now, so I can only look for a road and follow it.
After searching for a while, I actually found a mountain road on the north side of the mountain. After walking for about an hour, I saw lights at the foot of the mountain. It was almost dawn, and fog was starting to rise on the mountain. The fog was coming so fast that I could even sense a hint of mystery from it.
I couldn't stay here long, so I hurried down the mountain. When I looked back at the mountain, I realized it, like Longhushan, was a Danxia landform, with a unique shape. Three sides were sheer cliffs, and only the side I was descending had a path. I secretly congratulated myself for finding the path behind me early. If I had been a little later, with the fog so thick, a wrong step would have been a disaster.
As the sky brightened, the breakfast vendors were already busy. This was a typical Jiangxi town, with mountains everywhere and fields between them. My clothes had already been changed and washed, and thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that my belongings were still at the base before I was pulled to this mountain, and that little girl. It seemed I hadn't seen her since.
Fortunately, mobile phones now have anti-loss functions and can locate the phone.
I hurried to town and explained the situation to the breakfast vendor. He was kind enough to let me eat something to fill my stomach. I hadn't noticed until the steaming bowl of earthenware soup arrived, and my stomach started growling. During the meal, I asked him about my current location. It turned out I was in Qianshan County, Shangrao. The mountain I'd just come down from was called Tongbian Mountain, and this town was called Tongbian Town.
Speaking of this Cymbal Mountain, it has a lot of history.
The Huang Chao Uprising and the Ming and Qing dynasty rebels both hid here, so some fortifications and traps remain in the mountains. Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of the pen demon on the mountain. Could it be a relic from ancient times? The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it. As we all know, paper craftsmen today are no longer as good as they used to be. Business is becoming increasingly difficult. In a lifetime, they might not be able to make many paper figures. And if the eye-catching strokes are not done well or the time spent on crafting is too short, how could a pen possibly become a pen demon?
I have a guess in my mind, but I can't say for sure. I can only make plans after returning to Yingtan.
As I sipped my clay pot soup, I reflected on the bizarre experiences of the past few days. If it weren't for that demon, I'd probably still be locked away in my memory, and my energy wouldn't have been threatened and unleashed. Thinking about it this way, it seemed like all my blood hadn't been wasted.
Uncle brought me another bowl of rice noodles, and I said thank you sheepishly. Although it was very early, people working in the fields got up even earlier, and most of them would get a bowl of noodles from him. After he brought me a bowl of noodles, he went back to his business.
After eight o'clock, I went to the town police station and told them I had left my belongings in the mountains. After they located the location, they finally dragged me along to search. We arrived at a yurt-like encampment—this was where they had originally imprisoned me. But now, I saw that these houses looked nothing like yurts; they looked like tombs.
Finally, I found my cell phone and the evil-repelling beads that Erma gave me in a room.
I put the evil-warding bead on my hand, stroked it carefully, and suddenly thought of Erma.
I turned on my phone and saw a missed call from Erma. I quickly called her back, but it rang for a long time but no one answered.
As we were leaving, I mentioned that there was a little girl there. After a thorough search, we discovered her lying in a dry well. When the police carried her out, she opened her eyes and looked at us blankly. I couldn't understand what she said, as it was the local dialect. Fortunately, the police were able to communicate with her, but what happened next is none of my business.
I filed a police report and learned that the little girl was an orphan, raised by the two men for a long time and often starving. She was truly pitiful. But there was nothing I could do about it. Since there was nothing else for me to do here, I boarded the bus back to Yingtan.
Arriving in Yingtan, I called Erma's cell phone again, but still no answer. Having a bad feeling, I quickly called Tianshifu to ask if Erma was there. The message from there was that Erma hadn't returned since the last time we went down the mountain.
I went to the police station, hoping to find Erma by locating her phone, but Erma's phone signal showed that she was in Tongbian Mountain and had arrived there two days ago.
I was stunned when I got this result. If she was in Cymbal Mountain two days ago, how come I didn't meet her? Moreover, those evil creatures gathered together. With Erma's ability, she must be able to detect the evil spirit. How could she turn a blind eye to it?
I felt a little uneasy. Erma might have encountered a difficult problem. She was in danger!
I immediately called Zhang Song and asked him to come to my house right away.
Half an hour later, Zhang Song and Mao Jianming appeared before me. They sensed something was wrong with me, and I told them I had recovered my memory. But now wasn't the time to discuss that; we had to hurry and save Erma.
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