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"Is he okay?" Li Yunyang asked with some concern.
Xiang Xueer reached out to touch his burning forehead. "Before Qingtian brings back the medicine, he can only rely on his own willpower to get through this!"
Xiang Xueer took out a map and looked around. The nearest village was at least half a day's journey away. She turned her head to check the sky outside; it seemed that he wouldn't be able to bring back the medicine until evening at the earliest.
The nearest village was called Ghost Night Village. Lan Ran Qingtian arrived there in the evening. After purchasing the medicinal herbs, he prepared to ride back, but before he could leave the village, he noticed that the villagers were hurriedly packing up their stalls, and even the apothecary was preparing to close.
Strange, why are they closing so early in the evening? Everyone looked tense. He had matters to attend to and didn't think much of it, quickly mounting his horse and leaving the village.
On the narrow path, Lan Ran Qingtian was hurrying back with the purchased herbs. He was very worried about his good friend Lian Cheng Xue's safety and had no idea what had happened to him.
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, the sound of his whip echoing through the dark night road, resonating in the mountains.
A cold, eerie wind brushed against his cheek, and Qingtian immediately sensed a change in the air. He glanced around at his surroundings and saw white mist slowly rising from the ground. This is bad; could there be demons on this road too?
Before he could think further, it felt like something tripped his horse's feet. In the empty mountain fields, a horse's neigh echoed as Qingtian and his horse fell heavily to the ground.
Using the momentum, he jumped up and stood firmly on his feet. Turning to check his hands, he realized that the bundled herbs had fallen aside. He hurried over to pick up the medicine bag from the ground.
The White Mist grew thicker. Qingtian furrowed his brows as he walked over to check on his horse, only to find that its leg was injured and it seemed unable to continue.
"Damn it, why does this have to happen now!" Lan Ran Qingtian cursed anxiously under his breath. In this urgent moment of trying to save someone, he didn't expect to encounter such a situation along the way.
No, he had to leave here quickly; Lian Xiong's life was at stake! Just as he was pondering this, he heard a hiss. The horse that was still standing beside him was suddenly pulled out of the thick mist by something. He turned in shock and heard the horse's agonizing cries along with a loud creaking sound. Instantly, a strong smell of blood filled the air.
It seemed that unless he dealt with this Demon today, he wouldn't be able to escape. Reading Network "novel kanshu?" He slowly lowered the herbs in his hand, removed his clothes, formed his hands into a tiger-biting shape, and fixed his fierce eagle-like gaze on the source of the bloody smell. With an angry shout, he exclaimed: "Exorcism Essence: Tiger Biting Twin Dragons Fist!"
"Ha ha ha!" After a strange laugh, a creaking sound echoed continuously as a small figure emerged from the thick fog.
Not tall, only about one meter in height, the figure was wrapped in a cloak of various colors. In the darkness, it was difficult to discern its features, but the pale skin was exceptionally striking, and the crescent-shaped smile at the corner of its mouth sent chills down one's spine.
"What kind of monster are you?" Lan Ran Qingtian frowned. It was strange; why could he not sense any demonic energy from this guy? Instead, there was an unsettling chill that made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Ah ha ha ha! I am Bakemono, the hundredth Bakemono, the ghost of Bakemono!" It laughed loudly, then raised its hand and shouted, "Children, cheer for me! I am the great Bakemono of the night!"
The trees in the forest seemed to tremble, leaves rustling. Blue Dye looked at this so-called Bakemono in confusion. The outstretched hands had no flesh, only eerie white bones that appeared exceptionally glaring in the darkness.
A ghost? Isn't it a demon? Lan Ran Qingtian found it puzzling; what kind of monster was this? Bakemono squinted at Qingtian and pulled out the corpse of a horse from behind, which had already been reduced to a pile of white bones with no innards left.
This bastard! Lan Ran Qingtian took a deep breath and raised his fists. "Nonsense! Stop talking and bring the horse over quickly; I have other things to do after dealing with you!"
"Smack!" Bakemono seemed to completely disregard him. It snapped off a rib from the horse and licked it at the corner of its mouth. "Tch, this beast doesn't taste very good; I prefer humans!"
As it spoke, its cold eyes fixated on Lan Ran Qingtian's strong physique with an expression of greed. "You seem quite tasty; looks like tonight's midnight snack will be you!"
"Nonsense!" Qingtian had no time to chat with this Bakemono. With a gust of Azure Wind at his feet, he dashed in front of Bakemono in an instant and delivered a heavy punch to its abdomen. His fists seemed to be wrapped in blades, and in an instant, he sent that little thing flying several meters away, crashing to the ground motionless—completely unable to withstand a single blow.
"Hmph!" Lan Ran Qingtian snorted coldly. It seemed that this so-called Bakemono was truly weak. He picked up some herbs and clothing from the ground and was about to leave.
"Crack, crack!" A series of strange sounds came from behind him. Qingtian turned around curiously and saw Bakemono slowly sitting up from the ground, its pale face displaying an expression of extreme anger. "Damn it! You bastard! You actually broke my rib!"
What? It's not hurt? Qingtian widened his eyes in shock. He had clearly used all his strength just now; normally, demons would have been defeated instantly. Yet this creature called Bakemono could still remain unharmed.
Bakemono glared at Lan Ran Qingtian with its cold eyes, quickly standing up and tearing off its white cloak. The scene before it left him stunned; without any covering, the body revealed was devoid of flesh and blood, nothing but a sinister white skeleton, resembling a long-dead corpse.
What on earth is this? Qingtian had some experience in exorcism, but this was the first time he had encountered such a skeletal monster. He stared at the two broken ribs in its abdomen—were these the bones he had just shattered with all his might?
‘Smack!’ Bakemono stretched its neck to loosen its joints, grinning widely to reveal a mouth full of dark fangs: “Human, you’re impressive. Today, I’ll let you taste the power of Bakemono!”
After saying that, it reached out and broke off its own two fractured ribs, holding them like sharp swords as it charged at Lan Ran Qingtian.
In a panic, Qingtian quickly unleashed the Five-Character Formula: Exorcism Essence: Tiger Bites Double-Headed Fist, barely managing to block Bakemono's attack. His brows furrowed tightly; it seemed he wouldn’t be able to escape anytime soon.
Meanwhile, Xiang Xueer sat at the table, struggling to keep her eyes open. Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door. She quickly stood up, only to find Li Yunyang walking in with an iron shovel.
She sighed: “It’s so late; what’s taking Qingtian so long to return? It’s really frustrating!”
“Could something have happened?” As soon as Li Yunyang said this, he was scolded by Xiang Xueer: “Shut up! Have you buried those three corpses outside?”
“Yes, it’s done! These three seem to be family members of someone named Lian Cheng Xue. Is it alright for you to bury them like this?” Li Yunyang set down the shovel and asked.
Xiang Xueer turned to look at the unconscious Lian Cheng Xue. The candlelight illuminated his face: a nose high like a hill, tightly shut eyes beneath sharp eyebrows, and thin lips pressed together. With his tall and strong physique, he could be considered a handsome man; too bad he had lost an arm.
She sighed: “There’s no choice; there are too many corpses in this village. If we don’t deal with them soon, we’ll be in trouble if a plague breaks out!”
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