Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

According to the information provided by the assistant supervisor, the newly discovered special-grade cursed spirit is in a remote mountain village far away from the city center.

There has been no road repaired there for many years, and the roads inside the village are not connected to those outside the village. Four or five college students went missing nearby and the report was given to the window.

Chuang sent people to investigate and found out that more than 20 tourists had disappeared in recent years, and discovered that a special-grade cursed spirit had appeared here.

This is a very unusual thing.

Because logically speaking, there are fewer people in a small mountain village, so there will be fewer negative emotions, and it will be difficult to accumulate the resentment that can be raised into a special-grade cursed spirit.

But who can say for sure?

Jay and I arrived at the village gate. It was eerily quiet, with no one in sight.

"Are we... late?" I looked around, and there was no sign of any people, not even livestock or wild animals.

The resentment that was rising into the sky gathered in the center, condensing into a ball that was almost visible.

The further you go in, the sparser and more withered the trees become. The dry and yellow branches make crisp snapping sounds when stepped on, making the place seem even more bleak and desolate.

There was the faint sound of drum beats, one after another, rising and falling, beating heavily, tense, intense, and exciting.

I walked to the end of the road, where there was a round altar. Behind it was an old temple, about seven or eight meters away from the altar.

On either side stood a large antique copper vat, emitting the scent of sesame oil. The drummers stood on both sides, with a reddish-brown barrel-shaped drum in front of them.

The altar was connected to dozens of steps, and each step was filled with people kneeling, forming a huge crowd.

There were men and women, old and young, all with their heads held high, wearing dark brown gowns and covering their faces with sackcloth.

Everyone looked at the altar with extremely fanatical eyes, as if they were looking at a supreme statue of god.

The three leading men, wearing gray-green robes and each holding a samurai sword in their hands, stood in a row and chanted obscure spells facing the altar.

On the altar, there was a four or five meter high wooden stake in the shape of a cross, with a girl tied firmly to it.

She was wearing a sports outfit that was out of place here. Her hands and feet were tied with burlap. Her hair was messy and a piece of scalp was exposed, bleeding.

There were two distinct slap marks on her swollen cheeks. Tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "What you are doing is against the law! It's against the law!"

The drum beats became more and more frequent and rapid, as if knocking on people's hearts, accompanied by a mournful female voice, echoing around and around in the empty valley.

The green-shirted man stopped dancing, picked up a ladle, scooped up a spoonful and poured it on her, muttering as he poured, "Today, we villagers will burn this evil thing to pay respect to the gods. May the gods of the new year bless us, grant us success in everything, and peace and joy."

After saying that, he shouted, "Start burning!"

Then I saw two men in brown shirts holding torches walking out from behind the group of people. They walked towards the altar step by step. Each step was so heavy and the sound was so loud. Their faces showed the same fanaticism as the kneeling people.

"Get out! Get out!" She screamed in horror: "Get out!!!"

This is outrageous. It’s 2018! It’s the 21st century!

Anger immediately filled my chest, causing my eyebrows to twitch and the corners of my mouth to twitch.

The fingertips subconsciously burst out with magical power, and fired at the man holding the torch. The hands of the two people were burned from the fingertips to the entire arm, and they rolled on the ground in agony, hugging their bodies.

The people on the ground looked at them numbly, and stood up one by one, looking at us with cold eyes.

"Strangers, who told you to come here uninvited?" The leading man had a white beard that grew to his chest. He was probably in his fifties or sixties, and his body was thin, like a corpse that had been dried by the wind for many years.

I ignored him and summoned dozens of cursed spirits to surround them.

They couldn't see the curse spirits at all and wanted to rush to me with swords in hand, but their hands and feet were entangled by a first-level curse spirit. The sword fell to the ground and they were directly hung in mid-air.

The rest of the people froze in their places, looking at me with terrified eyes, and whispered to each other: "These two are also evil spirits!"

"Don't move!" I said this coldly, walked through the crowd to the altar and cut the rope.

As soon as she landed on the ground, she knelt in front of me and burst into tears: "Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Save them, please save them!"

"Who?" I asked her.

She looked at the temple behind her in panic and sobbed, "They are all in there, save them! Save them..."

The temple is about ten meters long, with red walls and a high roof. There are a dozen wind chimes hanging on it, which make tinkling sounds when the wind blows.

Compared to the shrines I've visited before, this temple is really run-down.

But compared with the low and simple houses around it, it looks so magnificent and tall.

The special-grade cursed spirit was a mottled, turbid black-green color, with many rotten scars on its skin. It was shaped like an eight-legged toad, with eyeballs as round as copper bells rolling around. When it noticed my gaze, it showed a greedy smile.

Is there anyone alive inside?

No, I can no longer sense any human presence.

Talking, walking, breathing, even slight movement, no, nothing.

Even if there were people once, they can't be alive now.

“Delicious...delicious..." Its voice sounded like a dozen people's voices mixed together, but what it said surprised me: "Sorcerer...delicious..."

What is it saying?

His pupils contracted violently, and the cursed power in his body surged outward uncontrollably, hitting the body of the cursed spirit without reservation.

It cried out in pain and mobilized its magical power to attack me.

I took out the Soul-Releasing Sword, rushed directly in front of it, and slashed it from left to right, splashing black and purple residue all over its face.

I am no longer the same person I was a month ago.

There is no feeling at all when fighting a special-grade cursed spirit.

I wiped my face with my hand and continued to chop.

After fighting for about a dozen rounds, I chopped off its body and it floated powerlessly in the air.

Before dying, it was still shouting: "Sorcerer, Sorcerer..."

Because of anger, I held the knife too tightly.

After the cursed spirit was exorcised, I half-knelt on the ground, my right hand lost its strength, and the Soul-Releasing Sword fell to my side.

One man saw the opportunity, picked up the sword on the ground and tried to stab me, but was kicked to the ground by Xia Yujie, groaning and unable to speak.

The girl on the altar suddenly rushed from above into the temple, and her hysterical crying could be heard from inside: "Ah!!!!"

"what!!!!!"

I followed him into the temple.

She lay over a charred corpse, weeping bitterly.

There were two or three corpses nearby, curled up together, and one of them was only half dead.

It can be seen how he was treated during his lifetime.

It is said that four or five people are missing this time, and the number matches.

“Asshole!” the girl screamed, “Asshole!! Aaaaaaah!!!”

I half-knelt in front of her, held her hand, and asked her softly, "What happened?"