Chapter 482: Summoning the Ancestor
Chapter 482: Summoning the Ancestor
"Sizzle!"
The palanquin carrying the Second Young Master Meng was instantly pierced through by the vicious blade thrown from a distance, along with the two ghost servants carrying it, front and back, who were shredded by the blade's malevolent qi and disappeared into the air with wailing screams.
At this moment, the Second Young Master Meng finally came to a complete stop, unable to halt his momentum. He tumbled out of the palanquin and rolled several times, looking utterly disheveled.
However, he had no time to worry about his dignity. He struggled to lift his head and looked behind him, only to see a figure striding through the thick darkness, riding on the dark wind.
He still couldn't make out the face of the vicious attacker, but he could see his silhouette.
Draped in a Dharmakaya, his footsteps thundered like a storm, towering three zhang tall, clad in tattered armor, and wearing general's boots. He resembled a malevolent ghost that had crawled out of the netherworld.
Looking ahead, the white cat had already devoured the Yin maid who had served him for over a decade, and he hadn't even noticed when it happened. Now, the cat was elegantly licking its paws, its face seemingly wearing a cold, mocking smile.
To the side, in the direction of the Netherworld, thick ghost fog swirled, and a banner of a ghost walker fluttered in the night sky.
So, was this a deadly trap?
Behind him, a fierce and fearsome New Year's Sword Guard with a vicious blade was catching up, and to the side, an intruder was performing rituals with a banner, summoning ghosts. In front, in the woods, a powerful demon that he had summoned with great difficulty was clearly on the side of his opponent.
At this moment, the Second Young Master Meng's mind was filled with questions. He had come to scheme against others, but why was he being outmaneuvered at every turn and falling into an inescapable death trap?
The Meng Clan, with their ability to communicate with spirits, had suppressed the Hu Family, preventing them from raising their heads. Their reputation was at its peak, like the sun at noon, controlling a third of heaven's destiny. Even among the Ten Surnames, no one dared to challenge their might. But how could so many demons unafraid of the Meng Clan's reputation suddenly appear in this remote wilderness?
The doubts in his mind were overwhelming, but he was too exhausted to think anymore.
Too many incomprehensible things had happened this night. He felt his heart trembling with terror, a fear even greater than when he had faced his eldest brother at home.
His mind was in a daze, and as he scanned his surroundings, a chilling thought filled his mind: Was he really going to die here?
He found it hard to believe, as Meng Clan offspring rarely suffered losses, let alone died outside.
But this thought led to an even more terrifying realization: Could he be the first?
...
...
"The Meng Clan is truly hard to kill..."
At the same time, Hu Ma had also hurried over, gritting his teeth slightly.
This time, his intention to kill the Meng Clan member was spontaneous, but he never expected them to be so difficult to deal with.
He had already cultivated the Dharmakaya, greatly enhancing his abilities, taking a shortcut that saved him a decade of effort. Additionally, he had forged this vicious blade using the bones of the Wu Sha Shen, absorbing a fifth of the god's power.
Yet, facing the Second Young Master Meng, he had still struggled multiple times and almost let him escape. The difficulty far exceeded his initial expectations. Simply put, if he had known it would be this challenging...
... Oh well, you rarely get a chance like this in life!
The Meng Clan had secretly targeted him before, so why should he show them mercy now? He would kill them again if given the chance!
"Sizzle..."
As he approached the Meng Clan son, Hu Ma slowed his steps slightly but didn't stop. He pulled the blade out of the ground, his gaze shifting slightly to the white cat on the mountain ridge, nodding almost imperceptibly.
Er Guotou had just arrived, and it seemed he had used the Netherworld shortcut to cover the distance in less than three days. The appearance of Miss Baijiu's cat indicated that she was also nearby, though it was unclear how she had managed it.
There was no time for greetings or explanations, but seeing the two of them relieved the pressure that had built up over the past few days. In response, a surge of killing intent welled up within him.
He would kill this guy first!
Gripping the blade tightly, he charged straight at the Second Young Master Meng without hesitation. To outsiders, he appeared as a ferocious ghost, a rural butcher enveloped in malevolent qi.
The once dignified and noble Second Young Master Meng now had a pale face filled with shock. Despite his own abilities, he had been terrified by the appearance of the reincarnators, and his hands felt weak.
"You..."
Facing Hu Ma, who was approaching with the blade, he shouted, "Do you really want to kill me?"
"You..."
His mind was flooded with countless thoughts. He wanted to say that he was a Meng Clan member, someone of noble status, and that they could spare him, capture him, threaten the Meng Clan, or even force him to reveal secret techniques...
... Of course, the Meng Clan had precautions for such situations and wouldn't let outsiders take advantage. But why wouldn't a rural demon consider these things?
"Hehe..."
Hu Ma responded to his question with a cold laugh, and the blade in his hand rang out with a clanging sound, as if it were laughing maniacally on its own...
Could this be true?
It seemed that the blade was also stirred up, having already slain eight case gods. Now, it seemed that there was still a chance to use the blood of the Meng family to sacrifice the blade.
"You, a demon, truly have no regard for killing me..."
Hu Ma's silence and swift actions revealed the despair in the heart of the Meng family son. Suddenly, he bit his own palm and forcefully waved his hand in front of him.
Fresh blood splattered on the ground, instantly creating a thick black mist that resembled a wall of fire. This was the Meng family's blood medium technique, capable of suppressing malevolent ghosts and destroying magic treasures. But at this moment, it was useless, as Hu Ma blew away the blood mist with a single breath.
"When I first received this assignment, I even considered going directly to Bright Province..."
Unexpectedly, the Meng family's second son, who was on the brink of death, did not attempt a desperate counterattack. Instead, he used the blood medium technique, and muttered, "I had wanted to compete with that person in Bright Province, but in the end, I had to follow my brother's orders and come here..."
"I thought this task would be monotonous and dull, but who could have imagined that within this small, hidden sect in the wilderness, there would be a power capable of ending my life?"
"..."
No one paid attention to his muttering. Hu Ma blew away the blood mist with a breath, and with his blade, he slashed forward. However, to his surprise, the Meng family's second son, while still muttering, slowly backed away.
During this process, he was initially panicked and desperate, but he managed to straighten his body and control his trembling legs. He stared at Hu Ma, slowly took out a scroll from his bosom, and held it up.
Hu Ma's pupils constricted slightly upon seeing the scroll.
Earlier, when he had stealthily approached the Meng family's second son, he had overheard the conversation between him and the maid about borrowing shadow soldiers. He had also witnessed the writing of this scroll.
Hu Ma had planned to wait a little longer, as he was unsure if the borrowed shadow soldiers would be too troublesome. But he had revealed himself early to stall for time, waiting for the monkey wine to arrive.
Throughout this fierce battle, the Meng family's second son had never had the opportunity to set up the incense altar and burn the summoning scroll.
Now, as he took out the scroll, Hu Ma immediately became alert. He raised his knee, took a step forward, and slashed his blade towards him, the malevolent qi from the blade pressing forward. He was prepared for the possibility of the other party suddenly producing a fire stick to burn the scroll.
Unexpectedly, the Meng family's second son held the scroll but showed no intention of lighting a fire. His expression was wild and crazy, and he said, "But you may not know..."
"The greatest strength of our Meng family is revealed at the moment of our death..."
"..."
As he spoke, he took a deep breath, suddenly bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of filthy blood onto the summoning scroll.
Facing Hu Ma's slashing blade, he seemed to disregard the danger, allowing the blade to strike him. Instead, he raised the scroll in his hand, spread his arms wide, and knelt down, straight as a board, with his head bowed to the ground.
"Friend, if you kill me, you will soon become famous throughout the world. Unfortunately, I am a member of the Meng family. I want to live, but if I must die, I will do so with dignity."
"If I die, then all living beings within a thirty-li radius will follow me..."
"..."
"Hmm?"
Hu Ma was startled as he suddenly saw the scroll being thrown away. The Meng family's second son turned halfway towards Hu Ma's blade, seemingly unconcerned about being killed by it. This sudden move also made Hu Ma more cautious.
"Huff!"
At that moment, the scroll, which had been sprayed with blood, suddenly ignited in midair, as if the blood itself had caught fire, burning most of the scroll.
Simultaneously, the Meng family's second son raised his arm high and then prostrated himself, bowing towards the north. His voice trembled as he cried out, "Meng Shi Zhaoyuan, the fourth generation grandson, Meng Sili, willingly descends to pay respects. Please, Ancestor, come and receive me!"
As he spoke, his body rapidly withered, and flames erupted from his seven orifices, as if all the flesh and blood beneath his skin were burning, quickly turning into ashes.
Crack...
Even the earth trembled, and in the distance, the dark mountain seemed to experience an earthquake.
His vision blurred, and he saw the mountain splitting open, revealing rows of shadow soldiers with a chilling malevolent qi.
In front of him, the air was filled with the wailing of ghosts, and a cold, dark wind blew, carrying something from the depths of the netherworld into the skin of the Meng family's second son.
"When I get down there..."
The voice of the second son of the Meng family had already changed. He turned his head slightly, his eyes vacant as he laughed at Hu Ma, "You should kneel before me when you speak!"
(End of Chapter)
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