This is also a demon, a bird demon even rarer than the demons on the ground, but it is also a young demon. It came at the sight of fire and couldn't help but prey on any lone person it saw.
After tasting it, it became even more greedy, looking towards the other firelights, completely unaware of the tiny blood lines wriggling within the corpse.
At the same time, a crow, overestimating its abilities, flew over, seemingly wanting to peck at the corpse, but was immediately bitten and swallowed by the eagle.
But my meat isn't so easy to eat!
At the foot of the mountain, sensing that the connection was still there, Dao Cheng felt slightly relieved. Although he had used his own flesh to make a meal for his teacher, it proved that even a martial arts master could not completely digest the flesh and blood blessed by the pharmacist and refined into a Gu poison.
However, for demons, whether they can successfully achieve enlightenment is still uncertain, but now they feel much more at ease.
"Did you see something that made you happy, junior brother?"
Mu Qinghong looked at Dao Chengyi, who suddenly smiled, and knew that this was a sign that someone was going to have bad luck.
"A demon has appeared, Senior Sister! Look at the mountain!"
Dao Cheng pointed casually, and several of the previously faintly visible fires were now burning. Although martial artists don't specifically enhance their eyesight, they can still see in the dark.
"Then I'll head over first! Junior brother, if you're not going, keep an eye out here to make sure no one escapes!"
After saying that, Mu Qinghong spurred her horse toward the mountain. As an experienced rider, and with the horse she had trained for many years, she made it easy for her to move through the mountains.
Accompanying them were six women brought by Mu Qinghong, while most of the other gangs or local organizations followed Mu Qinghong's lead.
"You should go too, follow him."
Dao Cheng patted the dog who was eating stewed chicken on the side, pointed to the mountain, and he immediately understood. Then, while still eating his meat, he rushed over, and the other four men from the martial arts school followed suit.
Those who remained were the landlord's son, Zhao Yiwu, one of the few outsiders in Niujia Village, who was more like a businessman than a martial artist.
"Are you going to stay and keep me company?"
"Young master always needs someone to serve him. I have never practiced martial arts, so I will not get involved."
Zhao Yiwu didn't value the opportunity; instead, he cared more about showing off in front of Dao Chengyi. The others entering the mountain would be his chance.
"You are as clever as your father, so I will entrust you with a task."
"Please speak, my lord! I will go through fire and water, even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, even if I never return!"
Hearing this, Dao Cheng smiled. Flattery is such a rare thing.
"It's not a difficult matter. I'm the kind of person who always repays kindness and avenges wrongs, and I repay kindness and avenge wrongs a hundredfold."
"As you know, I received a lot of help from people in the village. For example, Brother Niu Cao gave me a bowl of rice so I didn't starve. There was also the Second Aunt who taught me how to weave straw sandals at the village entrance. And Little Niu Wang from Niu Dongjia gave me the story talent that was appreciated by the Third Young Master."
At this point, Dao Chengyi stopped talking. In the firelight, his face no longer looked so gentle, but rather more profound.
“I understand. I will repay the kindness of a meal by feeding the cow with a hundred bowls of the finest meat and watch him finish it. Weaving straw sandals is a skill to be passed down, so I will find a coffin maker to teach the second wife a trade. If the child likes to listen to stories, he must also like galloping on horseback, so I will provide him with a fine horse.”
"Does this seem appropriate, young master?"
"But that makes sense, so let's leave it at that."
Dao Cheng pulled on the reins, and the fire in the mountains began to decrease, while the fires below the mountain, moving like hunting dogs, grew thicker and thicker.
He saw the hunter being chased return to the cave entrance from that day, and he also saw him, overjoyed and weeping, being killed by the villagers who followed him, his bones and flesh discarded to the side.
I also saw people who, upon seeing the black bear, turned their blades on their companions to prevent it from leaving and also for the sake of a larger bounty.
You can see those people who clearly know that the matter has nothing to do with them, yet they rush forward like hounds, drawn by the scent.
It's lively, really lively. One after another, they're moving forward, but I wonder whose will it is.
No wonder he's nothing but a straw dog among all things!
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