Naji turned his head and met those evil eyes with a smile. His heart skipped a beat and he asked tentatively, "Sir, this bloody smell and the fire in the village were all caused by you."
The shadow looked at him with a smile on his face, his eyes full of joy, as if he had seen something funny. For him, killing people drained the life force of those mortals.
Strength fills my whole body. How could these ordinary people understand that powerful feeling?
The voice was filled with laughter: "Yes, General, don't you think it's interesting? Look at all the food we have to bring back. There's no need to leave half for these untouchables."
"The Xiongnu and Dagan are sworn enemies. General, are you being soft-hearted? Oh, if the Khan knew about this, it wouldn't necessarily be a good thing for you."
He raised his head and glanced at the horizon, and reminded: "It's getting late, we should hurry back and not waste any more time here."
Naji felt the pressure, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He couldn't muster up the slightest thought of resistance and whispered, "Yes, sir, let's go... back."
The next day, when it was bright, people passing by on the official road smelled the burnt smell and followed the scent to find the place.
I saw collapsed houses in the village and ruins everywhere. The most terrifying thing was that the roads in the village were full of corpses, and the blood had dyed the ground brown.
A strong smell of blood wafted into the air. The heads of the corpses were all facing in one direction, with expressions of horror and blood flowing from all seven orifices, as if they had been frightened to death.
Those who saw this scene screamed.
“Ahhhh!”
No one in the entire village survived that night, and the deaths were so tragic that everyone who talked about it couldn't help but feel scared, fearing that they would be the next one to die.
In the Marquis Mansion of Beihuang City.
Jiang Ling took the letter and opened it. After reading it, his expression became serious. He turned and walked into the study, saying in a deep voice, "Dad, something happened."
Jiang Baichuan: "...Huh? What happened?"
"A village near the border... no one survived. All the potatoes in the cellar were gone. The houses were burned down. The bodies of the villagers were lying outside the courtyard as if they were offering a sacrifice."
"His expression was horrified, and his blood was almost drained. It was so strange that it didn't seem human, more like the work of some evil spirit. But if it was an evil spirit, why would it take away the food?"
Everyone looked at each other and said in unison: "Hun!"
Jiang Baichuan's expression became more serious, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that there is something fishy going on here. Forget it, let San'er go and take a look when he has time. There are still many things waiting for you to do here."
Jiang Ling frowned slightly and said worriedly, "Dad, no, San'er just came home, why let him go out again, and to such a dangerous place."
"What if, what if it really is some evil spirit? Even if San'er goes there, he won't be able to solve it. Wouldn't that be a waste of risk?"
"...If those three don't go, the others won't be able to spare the time. The second one is free, but it would be useless for him to go."
Jiang Ziang: ...Haha, Dad, that’s enough!
When Jiang Sheng was called over, he looked at his brother in confusion. After exchanging glances, he still didn't understand why he was called over.
"Dad, what do you want from me?"
"Well, sit down and read this letter and tell me what you think."
He looked a little puzzled. After reaching out to take it and looking at it carefully, his face became more serious. He couldn't help but think of what Taoist Zhang said.
He is really a jinx. He came as expected just as he said he would, and he is an evil cultivator colluding with the Huns.
Jiang Sheng took a deep breath and said with a firm look, "Dad wants me to take people to investigate and find out the cause of death of those villagers."
Jiang Baichuan nodded: "Yes, I wouldn't worry about anyone else going except you. You're so smart, even if something happens, there's no need to worry too much."
Haha, he is really my father, but he is also telling the truth. If he is in danger in the space, just hide there, no matter what ghost thing can find him.
"Okay, then I'll go over and take a look. If I'm too late, I won't be back during the New Year."
"Okay, San'er, take more people with you and be careful!"
Jiang Sheng turned his head to look over. The old man had an awkward look of concern on his face, which made him want to laugh. He pursed his lips and said, "Okay, I understand, Dad."
"I'll take the Taoist priest with me too. After all, he's from the Xuanmen sect. Even if he's not very useful, at least he can give early warnings, right?"
Jiang Baichuan nodded. Of course he had no objection to this.
"Take it with you. See if you need anything else. Tell your brother directly and have him prepare it for you before you leave."
"I see. As soon as possible then."
Jiang Sheng was afraid that if he delayed any longer, there would be no trace left of his whereabouts. He would have made a wasted trip and wouldn't be able to come back for the New Year. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
Hey, what is this?
The next morning, a carriage left the city.
Taoist Zhang leaned against the carriage, his eyes dim and lifeless: "Your father asked you to go, so you went. Third Young Master, you don't know how to refuse? Do you know how terrifying evil cultivators are?"
"Well, you're protected by the Heavenly Dao, so it's fine. But I'm just an ordinary person, and I really don't want to be caught by those evil cultivators and turned into a puppet."
"Oh, you've heard of that kind of puppet? It's made by extracting a person's soul and injecting it into the body, trapping them forever. The body can move, but the soul can't."
"But my mind is still clear, and I see everything clearly, but I can't change and gradually forget everything. I am more pitiful than a wandering ghost."
Jiang Sheng listened to him muttering non-stop, scratched his ears, and said impatiently: "Master, that's enough. You are afraid of this kind of thing, you can't avoid it."
"My identity is doomed. Someone will definitely keep an eye on me in the future. Instead of being so passive, I should look around and think of ways now, and try to find a way to deal with them later."
"Oh and since I'm blessed by Heaven, can my blood be used to draw talismans and ward off evil spirits?"
Taoist Zhang's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "Impossible. To draw a talisman, you need cinnabar, or the blood of a cultivator. Only blood with spiritual power will be effective."
"You are a mortal, and the blood in your body has no spiritual power. Using it will easily attract ghosts, which is not a good thing."
Jiang Sheng shrugged upon hearing this and simply shut up.
Taoist Zhang glanced at him and said to himself, "Before I left, I had already set up a formation for the Marquis' Mansion and left a lot of talisman paper. Nothing serious should happen."
"Oh, then tell me about Xuanmen, evil cultivation, and Buddhist cultivation. I want to know more about them."
"Okay, that's a long story..."
Two people sat face to face in the carriage, one talking and the other listening. Outside, Yang Er was driving the carriage, and Yang San and others were riding horses on both sides, staring at the front with serious expressions.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Sheng put down the charcoal pencil he was writing with and nodded. "So, in that case, the first evil cultivators were those righteous disciples with low cultivation bases."
"You wanted to improve your cultivation, so you used evil magic, right?"
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