Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 24 The Jackal is a Sacrificial Beast, and a Ferocious Spirit Behind It (Double Votes Requested at the End of the Month)
Clang——!
The jackal-like ring-pommel sword was fully drawn, its gleaming blade covered with various gruesome and malevolent spirits painted in scarlet ink.

Wei Zhong smeared blood from his fingertips across the blade, from the hilt to the tip. The already striking demonic patterns on the blade lit up one by one, then came to life, baring their fangs and claws, and quickly spread towards his body.

The leader of the knife-wielding men, who had been standing straight, suddenly appeared hunched over as if bearing a thousand pounds of weight. An abnormal look of pain appeared on his face as he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it, which only made him appear more ruthless.

"No, he really is carrying something on his back!"

Wang Cheng lit the lamp in his heart, which could illuminate three zhang and three zhi in front of, behind, to the left and right of him, allowing him to see things that ordinary people could not see.

Others could only feel the coldness around them and exhale white breath when they breathed.

He could vaguely see many terrifying things, layered upon layered on the back of the knife-wielding man, pale, bloody, decaying, sinister, and deformed with broken limbs.
One after another, the faces of the dead, each bearing a chilling smile, turned toward him, and a sharp, echoing auditory hallucination filled his ears:
"Where is the wanted criminal? Where is the criminal wanted by the imperial court?"

Where is the wanted criminal?

"where?"

At this moment, it seemed as if Wang Cheng had returned to that royal ship teeming with evil spirits once again, only this time on a scale countless times smaller.

Of course, he was quite certain that these evil entities could not see through "Wang Fugui's" appearance and find himself hidden beneath it.

Those ghostly things are actually looking at everyone equally.

Stab it!

The ear-piercing sound of sharp fingernails rubbing against the shells of shrimp and crabs filled everyone's ears.

With a powerful and versatile sword technique, Wei Zhong wrapped his head around the enemy's head, pinning them firmly to the spot like a reef. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the mirage were cleaved in two like a giant wave.

He single-handedly blocked the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the mirage.

Even to ordinary bystanders, one could vaguely see the sharp, ghostly claws outlined at the edge of the mirage.

"You piece of trash who rely on the protection of your ancestors, die!"

This is not the stage for the ghostwriter. Wei Zhong, the "Jackal Badger," will directly attack where the enemy is forced to defend, aiming to take the enemy's head.

With a body full of malevolent spirits on his back, he strode toward Huang Yuanzhou, who was still kneeling on the ground kowtowing to his "godmother".

The latter, however, raised his head and calmly offered a compliment:
"What a skilled ghostwriter. His [Backstabber] technique is quite impressive."

I have heard that the divine response of the earth official who holds the knife comes from the first of the seventy-two pentads of Frost's Descent, namely, "The jackal sacrifices the beast."

"We do indeed have a connection with the White Water Boy who relies on the [Otter Sacrifice Fish]."

Officials in different positions have different areas of expertise.

When performing certain special skills or unusual techniques, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort, or even perform beyond their usual level. However, when performing other unusual techniques, they may be less effective than magic tricks, or even have no effect at all.

The strange art practiced by the knife-wielder, the "back spirit," is also infamous.

Most of the enemies killed by the ghosts are carried on their backs; the more wanted criminals they kill, the stronger the spirit behind them becomes.

His individual combat strength is indeed superior to Bai Shuilang's, who has cultivated the "sworn brotherhood" technique, but the side effects are also more terrifying.

If one's destiny is not strong enough, not only will one be unable to bear the burden of evil spirits, but even if one can bear them, one will eventually suffer a backlash because one cannot bear them.

The key to resolving the underlying problems lies with the government; otherwise, the officials wouldn't trust these mostly childless, lone wolf-like executioners.

As Wei Zhong wielded his ring-pommel sword like a windmill, carving a path through the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, the other sword-wielders swarmed forward.

Little Fatty Huang Yuanzhou revealed a sly smile:
"You've trained your back spirit so well, you must be about to be unable to hold it up anymore, right?"

Whether I, a good-for-nothing protected by my ancestors, will live or die is still uncertain, but you are definitely about to die.

He reached into the two rice bags hanging on either side of his waist, grabbed two handfuls of rice—one handful of bright white rice and one handful of golden millet—and tossed them toward the giant mirage clams in the mirage.

He kept calling out, "Godmother, brothers and sisters, eat and drink well."

This strange art has many intricacies when practiced to a high level. Fishermen along the coast have mixed feelings about "Master Guo," both fearing and worshipping him.

The men may indeed destroy ships, but they can also bring great harvests to the fishermen.

Because the essence of "passing the master" is that they are chasing schools of fish.

If you see a large number of fish and shrimp leaping out of the water in panic during the flood season, jumping and hopping, there must be a fisherman behind them. After the fisherman passes by, you can set up your net and catch them, and you will surely return with a full catch.

Fishermen believe that all fish and shrimp in the sea are the offspring of the gods. Scattering rice represents the white roe of cuttlefish, octopus, etc., while scattering millet represents the yellow roe of yellow croaker, prawns, etc.

When the lord sees his descendants prospering, he will bestow blessings upon them.

At this moment, as countless grains of rice and millet, refined on the altar, fell into the water, thick fog instantly filled half of the dock.

Everything in front of the knife-wielder began to distort, and the path he had carved out with all his might revealed fleshy texture, as if it had turned into the filter membrane of a giant clam.

咕噜 咕噜
Even Wang Cheng and his group, who were not within the attack range, heard the sticky, bubbling sound and smelled the pungent acidic odor.

Immediately, flesh and blood rolled up on the ground beneath their feet, as if to wipe out all the knife-wielding men in one fell swoop.

"Duh!"

The ghostwriter engaged in a verbal battle with Chun Lei.

Suddenly, a pair of pale hands reached out from behind and covered his eyes, cleverly using the "ghostly blindfold" to help him eliminate the influence of the hallucination.

The churning flesh and blood turned back into illusory mirages before him, causing little harm except for slightly corroding his clothes.

At the same time, numerous yin creatures on its back emitted mournful ghostly cries, and some of them jumped down and clung to the backs of other knife-wielding people who had not yet been ordained.

He stretched out his toes and placed them under their tiptoeing feet, instantly completing the possession.

A group of knife-wielding men, their faces turning ashen and their eyes rolling back, charged forward, swords raised.

Their imposing presence was in no way inferior to that of the temple army ghost soldiers like [Five Peaks Selection] and [Sea Island Ghost].

Only a few unlucky souls, their minds filled with terror and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, perished screaming within the mirage's filter membrane, leaving only their clothes and weapons on the ground.

Huang Yuanzhou, as a water-based officer named "White Water Man", is not good at land warfare and cannot even use half of his skills on water.

But having operated in this home turf for three years, they couldn't possibly be afraid of a group of outside ghostwriters, not to mention they were holding a grudge.

"Pah! Only a fool would believe that these ghostwriters came to Moon Harbor on their own initiative. They are probably like the Water Conservancy Bureau, with someone backing them up."

With the old ship owner gone, countless eyes are watching our Wufengqi, ready to bite us off at any moment, take our share of maritime trade, and send us to the bottom of the sea.

Regardless of whether the young ship owner has encountered any accidents, unless they completely withdraw from the coast of Dazhao and retreat to their base in Yingzhou, Wufengqi cannot retreat even half a step.

If you piss me off, I'll just order my fleet to fire. My expensive cannons and heavy-duty breech-loading cannons will be ready to make a profit.

Even if it goes against the wishes of our elders, what's wrong with becoming a pirate?
From now on, I'll rob official ships exclusively!

Those who make a name for themselves on the treacherous seas are not submissive lambs.

Huang Yuanzhou hardened his heart, having no time to ponder the deeper meaning behind the ghostwriter's blatant provocation of public anger. He pointed his sword at his own forces, which far outnumbered the ghostwriter's.
"Go! Kill them all without leaving a single one alive."

call--!
The mirage-formed "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" rushed into the bodies of his elite troops, and the group's aura also changed drastically. There were shadowy figures behind them, and they also had a cold, fishy smell on their bodies.

Both their defense and strength have increased dramatically.

He drew his sword and charged at the group of sword-wielders.

The two torrents, filled with an eerie aura, collided violently.

clang!clang!clang!
Blades clashed, sparks flew, battle cries shook the heavens, and blood flowed like rivers.

(End of this chapter)