Chapter 52 Fur The accident rate in the Puppet Sect's Shadow Puppet Peak handyman room is actually not low. But no official disciple is willing to be on duty there at night. Firstly, it is dangerous, you need to resist ghosts at all times, it is very noisy and consumes a lot of money; Secondly, it is not necessary. That's what I personally dislike about dog abandonment. Ghost cultivators don't even bother to rob and kill people in the middle of the night. The reason is simple: what ghost cultivators want is not dead people, but dead monks, especially dead big monks. And this requires a stable and healthy growing sect. The ghost cultivator wanted to protect the Puppet Sect's talent reserve base, so why would he kill? However, even so, accidents would still happen in the utility room from time to time, and the door would be knocked open by ghosts from time to time.
As for why the service room is located in this kind of place, the reason is equally simple: to reduce the escape rate and reduce the cost of guarding. You can't run away at night, and a lot of energy will be consumed due to vigil. In addition, you will be drained by leatherworking during the day. How can you still have the energy to think about escaping? Everyone is used to it. Even nearly ten years ago, the incident of Song Yan opening the door to kill people in the middle of the night was ignored. What's more, now? The mountains here are thousands of miles north and south, and there are two Xuanmai Xuan'er, one is in the Paper Man Peak, and the other is in the evil sea as thick as red jade in the evil place. Since there are ghost cultivators, Chixia ghosts, and double-faced ghosts in the evil sea, ghosts are rampant at night, and accidents are inevitable. Therefore, no one paid much attention to the matter of "people dying in the middle of the night". Song Yan didn't care at first. But after hearing Queen Fu's message, he suddenly felt a strange alarm in his heart. No! Not alert, but an inexplicable excitement and expectation. This made him even have a heartbeat of being about to fall in love, accompanied by the nervousness of worrying about gains and losses. ‘Since there are so many fox cubs, since the bloodline magic of those fox cubs is extremely terrifying, and since monks are the best food for those fox cubs, then’ ‘The cub of the multi-tailed Longbo man-eating fox should be a demon of a high level but not too powerful, right? ’ "The easy acquisition of longevity" gave Song Yan great patience, a very steady style and a strong ability to act. He began to "stay in place", running to the service room every once in a while at night, hiding in the shadow of the trees in the fishy mist from a distance, letting go of his senses. But found nothing. ten days
Twenty days. The winter passed and he still found nothing. The light rain in early spring brings out the red peach and white apricots, making the mountains and plains colorful. On this day, something suddenly happened in the utility room. What happened this time was a "continuous break-in" incident. Throughout the night, three vacant rooms in the utility room were broken open at the same time. Four of the six people inside disappeared, and two were in a daze in the room. The inner disciples in red from the main peak of Shadow Puppet Peak came, and Song Yan, as the senior brother of Nanzhu Peak, naturally went to accompany him. The inner disciple didn't waste any time. He immediately arrested the handymen around the house where the accident occurred and began to search for souls. After the search was completed, he directly came to the conclusion: "Last night was the peak period of the fishy fog that has been rare in many years. There were several powerful people." It is normal for a ghost to break the door. These words instantly solved Song Yan's doubts many years ago. He still remembered that day during the day, he was nervously working on the leather, nervously watching the inner disciples arrive to investigate "the cause of death of Shengzhu and Wen Erniu", but in the end, nothing happened. Song Yan suddenly showed a look of surprise and praised: "That's it, senior brother is brilliant." The inner disciple was very satisfied with his sudden realization, looked at him with a smile and said, "I know you, the junior brother of Wen Shu and Jin Yuntian, the registered disciple of Master Shi, and the future Great Skin Master." Song Yan scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Junior brother is so ignorant that he didn't even recognize him in person. I'm so ashamed." The two exchanged brief greetings for a while, and then the inner disciple wanted to kill a few handymen who had become demented due to searching for souls. However, another disciple next to him came forward and muttered a few words, and then only killed half of them, and then all of them. Went away with him. This time, Song Yan also understood the role of "dead corpses" and "demented handymen" in the Puppet Sect. Born as a handyman, if he becomes demented, he will be sent to the "Qidu Peak" to test medicine; if he dies, he will be sent to the "Blood Corpse Peak" to train new disciples to make flesh and blood puppets, which is extremely evil and cruel. Song Yan watched these inner disciples leave and sighed softly. Seeing the awed eyes and cowering postures of the servants around him, he waved his hand and said, "The door has been locked up at night. There is refreshing powder in the market at the foot of the mountain." , if you can’t, just buy a bottle! Don’t be reluctant to spend some money, there will be nothing when you die!” He left a little annoyed. But he didn't think last night's "continuous door breaking" incident was an accident. Just like he knew that the "broken door" that day was not a ghost, but him. That night. Song Yan squatted. Nothing happened. the next day. The third day. Still nothing. Day four. Song Yan still came patiently, not tired or suspicious because he had nothing to gain in the past few days. He used the time that others spent sleeping and cultivating the furnace to stay in the camp.
He squatted in the long grass of the fishy mist, looking into the distance with his body low. At first glance, it’s another night. Time flies and another half a month passes. On this day, at midnight, the spring rain was blurry, mixed with the mountain wind and fishy fog, dancing wildly in the darkness. The curtains of each suspended room have been drawn up early, blocking the view from outside. Only the occasional rotten skin and bones can be seen through the gaps, allowing a strange peek. Sheng Guochun is a hot-blooded male servant. He was also the servant who successfully absorbed the skills in "Xuanqi Guiding Technique" more than two months ago. Now he is full of expectations for the future. He often smiles on his big face, and even his eyes are full of complacency. When making leather, he often raises his head with a bit of arrogance. He lives with a beautiful woman named Ahua. Ahua, like Qiu Lianyue before, hopes to leave this ghost place through "quasi-disciple". Before, she saw the formal disciples come to select people, and she also tried to dress herself up beautifully, but unfortunately, she was not selected to take away. She looked sad and weak. It was time to change shifts. Ahua walked down the five-story steps, and Sheng Guochun walked up. When they crossed, Sheng Guochun smiled and raised his hand to wipe Ahua's body. Ahua did not resist. She sat weakly and let Sheng Guochun do it. "Sit up." Ahua hugged him tightly. The two of them were facing each other. Sheng Guochun's eyes widened in fear, his mouth opened wide, and goose bumps appeared all over his body. The one sitting on him and making love with him was not Ah Hua, but a fox! The furry, pointed fox grinned at him, revealing a strange smile and sharp melon-seed teeth! Sheng Guochun's Adam's apple rolled, fear burst out from the bottom of his heart, and a scream rose from his chest, but before it could be uttered, it died with a "squeak". The fox turned its head and quickly bit his neck. Crack Crack Chewing bones. Gulp, gulp. Drinking blood crazily. The fox demon enjoyed this delicacy. After a while, it would randomly kick open the door of a house, let the ghosts rush in, and make the two servants crazy. Then it would return to this house and quietly leave when it was daytime. After a few days, it would secretly eat a lone servant, and then disguise itself as a servant to sneak back.
The fox demon ate happily, burped after eating, then climbed up the steps and stared out, eyes gurgling, pushed open the door, and jumped out with its hind legs. But as soon as it showed its head, it felt its neck suddenly tighten. The giant hand stretched out from somewhere in the darkness, like a hunting python, and bit its prey tightly in an instant. Crack Without any interruption, the crisp sound of bones breaking rang out. The fox tilted its head and fell softly, its pupils bulging, and it was still afraid. It didn't see anything clearly yet. The terrible demon shadow carried the fox and jumped to the woods not far away in a few steps, then swooped to a farther distance, first raised his hand to search the soul, and then grabbed a skinning knife from the void and started skinning. Tomorrow, it will be another "the fishy fog is getting worse, and the ghosts are knocking on the door" incident, which is not surprising. In the early hours of the morning, Song Yan returned to the cave in the rain. The two women did not wake up, because Song Yan thoughtfully let them smell the "Long Sleeping Breeze" before leaving. The less you know, the better you can live. He has never been stingy with kindness to those around him. After a brief examination, the two women slept soundly. He took out the "Long Sleeping Breeze" for them to smell, and then took out the "fox demon skin" in the dark. One tail, gray fox, the ferocious fox head was gone. He took out the knife and started to make leather, then took out the draft, closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking about the fox demon posture he had just observed, and the pen fell as if there was a god, and in a moment a lifelike demon fox that seemed to jump out of the paper appeared. He raised his hand, and the five fingers were full of mysterious energy. The steaming blood made his palm like an iron, quickly drying the demon skin, making it translucent, and then skillfully pasted it on the bottom, took the carving knife and started to make leather.