Yinshan Record

Chapter 63 Black Mountain Launches an Attack
Amidst the demonic miasma, two blue lamps floated in the void, their faint blue light revealing a clear and pure space.

A group of masked men in black, each armed with weapons, crossbows, and bows, moved swiftly under the blue light.

"Boss Song, this deal is probably going to be a loss."

One of them was short and reeked of a foul stench. It was the gray-robed old man that Su Che and Qing Qiu had seen in the city of Duju.

"Damn it, all we grandpas did was dig up a grave, not raid the Black Mountain Monster's ancestral tomb. Why is he making such a big fuss? Is he trying to rebel?"

The coffin shop owner, Song Qi, remained calm, his hands forming hand seals as he frowned and silently calculated something.

The old man in gray took out six paper figures from his sleeve and quietly arranged them on the ground. He then used the ring finger of his left hand to drip a few drops of his heart's blood onto the paper figures.

He silently chanted the incantation, and the paper figures immediately came to life, transforming into living people with pink and white faces.

His body was stiff and his eyes were lifeless, but he was eventually transformed into human form.

The six paper figures exchanged glances, their faces twisting into strange smiles.

The men in black behind them expertly handed their weapons to the paper figures.

With a wave of his hand, the short old man summoned six paper figures to stand side by side in front of him, clearing a path.

"Turn to the left. Even if the Black Mountain Monster rebels, or even if the sky falls, we must get to Niushou Village."

Song Qi looked coldly at the short old man.

"Who told you that monsters have never been emperors?"

The short old man dared not stroke Song Qi's beard, which he had cultivated over the years, and simply kept his mouth shut and cleared the way.

After walking about two hundred steps, the demonic miasma suddenly fluctuated again.

A huge, venomous insect emerged from the miasma. This demonic insect, with its red armor and long legs, flew through the air and spun around, crashing directly into the two green lanterns that were lit in the air.

The short old man sensed something was wrong. He quickly changed his hand seals, and six paper figures immediately flew into the air to intercept them, their long knives and short axes slashing at the poisonous insects.

The demonic insect, with its copper head and iron armor, twisted with a force of no less than a thousand pounds. The paper figure only managed to block it for a moment before immediately falling down.

"court death."

Song Qi pointed his sword with his left hand, silently chanted an incantation, and leaped upwards, blocking the demonic insect's path.

He sneered, and swung his thin, withered left arm forward, smashing it directly onto the demonic insect's head. Not only did blue-green venom spurt out, but Song Qi's punch sent the demonic insect flying.

"You can't even stop a monster that hasn't refined its crossbow bone?" Song Qi looked at the short old man: "All you do is eat dead people's ears, you don't have any real skills."

The old man didn't dare to say anything more, and just nodded obsequiously.

“Ma Shoude,” Song Qi called out to the back of the room.

A somewhat stiff-looking fellow stepped out from among the men in black. If Young Master Su were here, he would surely recognize this man he had met twice before.

It was the same honest man who had once sought the little fox's fortune-telling; later, while alone in the city, he learned that the fox had become Old Song's subordinate at the coffin shop.

"Tell me, did you figure out what kind of monster that was just now?"

Honest man Ma Shoude stammered for a moment, unsure how to reply.

“Old Song, he’s a simpleton,” the short old man said. “Teaching him would be better than teaching those zombies.”

Among Song Qi's group, besides himself and the short old man, only Ma Shoude was alive; the rest were all walking corpses that he had cultivated.

"What do you say."

“It has heavy yin energy and many legs; it’s a centipede,” the short old man lectured Ma Shoude. “Look at its poisonous breath, which is like wisps of green smoke. It’s grown from eating too much human flesh in the cemetery.”

Song Qi snorted and continued walking.

"It's not a centipede, it's a house centipede."

Ma Shoude spoke in a low voice.

"Hmm?" The short old man frowned.

"This is a money worm, also called a grasshopper worm. Boss Song said that a monster can't shed its original form until it reaches the seventh level of the Transformation Realm," Ma Shoude said in a low voice. "Boss Song just said that this monster hasn't refined its transverse bones yet. I just saw that it has a total of fifteen pairs of legs. This is a centipede. A centipede has even more legs..."

The short old man thought for a moment, and his eyes filled with more resentment as he looked at Ma Shoude.

"You have a pair of keen ears, and he was born with a pair of night eyes."

Mr. Song, the owner of the coffin shop, looked into the distance.

"We're just ahead at Niushou Village. Once we meet up with Liu Yidao, we'll head to explore the tomb."

Song Qi took a deep breath.

This deal was crucial to his future career, and he was determined to win it.

The demonic aura grew stronger, and miasma billowed out, causing Song Qi to furrow his brow.

"Take the yellow lantern."

Ma Shoude's expression changed. He took a lantern from the bamboo basket carried by the walking corpse. It was a yellow lantern covered with a layer of leather of unknown origin and gently handed it to Song Qi.

The demonic miasma trembled, and rustling sounds arose all around, as if countless demons were surrounding them.

"As expected of Boss Song, this human skin looks like it's been processed many times. It looks so tempting."

With a flick of his left hand, Song Qi sent a green lamp forward, illuminating the evil atmosphere and miasma.

A colossal demon, two zhang tall, stood before them. Two heads grew from its neck, one on each side; the left bear head wore a broad smile, while the right bear head gleamed with anger. Its black mane was like arrows, its four green eyes darted about, and it was covered in dark scales. It held a pair of large axes and was cackling maniacally.

"You scoundrel, instead of serving under Lord Black Mountain, you've set up this kind of formation. Are you perhaps waiting for me, Old Song?"

Song Qi had a bad feeling. This two-headed bear monster was a powerful demon under the command of the Black Mountain Monster. He had seen this monster several times before. It usually guarded the Black Mountain Monster's lair.

Why did you run away today?

"I'm here on the orders of the Ancestor," the two-headed bear chuckled. "Old Song, I just chopped down a monk; his flesh was quite sturdy. But his cultivation wasn't as high as yours. How about I taste you?"

Song Qi grabbed the yellow lantern from Ma Shoude's hand and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

"Then we'll have to test your teeth."

The two-headed bear monster let out a long laugh, swung its two axes, and, stirring up a great deal of miasma, charged straight at Song Qi.

Suddenly, the Black Mountain Monster launched an attack, and demonic miasma surged out from the heart of Xuan Mountain like a long river flowing northward.

The town of Shanyin is located in the middle of this torrent.

Su Che, dressed in brocade robes and wearing a jade hairpin, walked along the path, waving a beautiful paper fan.

This place is still some distance from Niushou Village, but it is already considered to be in the foothills of Xuanshan Mountain. The surrounding vegetation is lush and there is no sign of human habitation.

Su Che gripped his folding fan and gazed at the southern horizon.

All that could be seen was the dim yellow sky over the south. The magic talisman in his sea of ​​consciousness and the sword intent within his ancestral aperture between his eyebrows all showed various unusual movements, alerting Su Che that unexpected changes had occurred in the Xuan Mountain to the south.

Has the Black Mountain Monster finally made his move?
Su Che hesitated for a moment, then heard a series of shouts and cheers from ahead.

A foul, fishy stench wafted over, a smell I'd smelled several times in the city of Duju; it was the stench of a monster.

With a leap, Su Che quietly concealed himself on an ancient tree by the roadside.

Looking closely, they saw two monsters carrying a carrying pole with a familiar person tied to it.

It was Lin Jiugong's apprentice, Wen Cai. He saw that Wen Cai's hands and feet were tied in the middle of the carrying pole, his head was hanging on the ground, and his mouth was stuffed with a strip of cloth that the monster had found somewhere. His head was being dragged along the ground.

The two monsters, one with a rabbit's head and the other with a duck's head, had not yet shed their animal forms and were squatting and walking on the ground.

Poor Wencai's head kept stumbling and bumping along the way.

Lin Jiugong is here too?

With a single thought in mind, Su Che leaped down from the tree.

(End of this chapter)