Chapter 139: The Old Hag

In an instant, black clouds rolled across the sky, and fog suddenly rose in the forest?

What? A Rakshasa Ghost? That Long-horned Mountain God was actually a Rakshasa Ghost in disguise?

Su Yuanshan was greatly shocked upon hearing this, thinking to himself, then what exactly is that Green-robed Mountain God? And what is his relationship with Earth Mother?

Following a strange ringing of a bell, a ferocious evil puppet eight feet tall appeared before Su Yuanshan; it had two horns on its head, a forehead protruding like a mountain, a bronze bell tied around its neck, and it held a steel fork while wearing a beast-hide skirt; its hands and feet were indistinguishable, both sprouting sharp claws.

The aura on this creature was unlike any puppet Su Yuanshan had ever seen; he was a god of the underworld, a dignified County City God, and a soon-to-be Prefecture City God!

Any ghost or monster would only hide and flee upon seeing him; none had ever dared to manifest so brazenly before him, which meant that if one treated this fellow as an ordinary ghost or monster, the consequences would be... fatal!

The Rakshasa Ghost was heard speaking with displeasure.

"This ugly body is disgusting to look at; how can it compare to the magnificence of a deity? Can't you just let me dream the beautiful dreams of a deity a little longer?

Nightmare Demon, you are too unreasonable; must you force me to eat them? Alas, how could my heart bear it?"

The Rakshasa Ghost looked up and sighed with a compassionate air, which, paired with his ferocious appearance, made Su Yuanshan feel nauseous.

Nightmare Demon? So that Green-robed Mountain God was transformed from a Nightmare Demon; no wonder, no wonder! My Summoning God Curse had no effect on him!

Facing two powerful enemies, Su Yuanshan no longer held back; he suddenly expanded the City God Mountain and River Seal to protect his body, while simultaneously summoning the City God Demon-Slaying Sword, the Immortal-Shaking Mirror, the Yellow Dao Purple Gold Bell, the Huanying Shenxing Lü, the Water Spirit Pearl, a top-grade Lingqi Flying Sword, a Baoqi Long Sword, and a random teleportation talisman, then suddenly manifested his golden City God form; instantly, auspicious clouds swirled around him and divine sounds resonated, leaving the Rakshasa Ghost and the Nightmare Demon somewhat dumbfounded.

Finally, the Rakshasa Ghost couldn't help but say.

"This guy... really has a lot of treasures!"

The Nightmare Demon sneered.

"Doesn't that mean you're about to get rich?"

Upon hearing this, the Rakshasa Ghost threw his head back and laughed.

The sound shook the nine heavens, leaving the little white fox in a daze and nearly scattering Mu Qingcao's spiritual body; he had originally been wary, fearing that Mu Qingcao was in league with them, but now it seemed he had simply overthought it.

However, following a childish shout.

"Found you!"

"Eh? Is Third Master here too?"

Following a sniffling sound, a small figure suddenly appeared; it was the child Su Yuanshan had met before, the one who called himself 'Awang'.

"Third Master! We meet again!"

The snot-nosed child seemed very enthusiastic and friendly toward Su Yuanshan, greeting him as if no one else were around.

But upon seeing the child, the Rakshasa Ghost and the Nightmare Demon clearly looked displeased, and after the middle-aged man appeared, their expressions were no longer just displeased, but truly ugly.

"You again? What exactly do you want? You've been chasing us for three whole days! Do you really think we're afraid of you?"

Yet when that middle-aged man appeared, the little white fox couldn't help but open its mouth wide, looking from Su Yuanshan to the middle-aged man; if not for the age difference, it truly wouldn't have been able to tell who its master was.

Mu Qingcao also widened her eyes, looking completely incredulous.

"You again? Who exactly are you?"

This time, it was Su Yuanshan who asked.

However, the middle-aged man did not answer Su Yuanshan's question, nor did he even glance at him; instead, he looked at the Rakshasa Ghost's muscles with interest, as if pondering which part would be best for a side dish with wine, and then said lazily.

"Why should I tell you? A guy who drags everyone else down should have some self-awareness!"

Drags everyone else down?

Having been told this for the first time, Su Yuanshan was speechless!

Mu Qingcao and the little white fox were extremely shocked; in their minds, Su Yuanshan was a great mountain, a being they could only look up to, the very definition of powerful! Dragging others down? How could that be?

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, the snot-nosed child licked his sugar figurine and began to defend Su Yuanshan.

"Second Master, saying that will hurt Third Master's self-esteem! Third Master is actually quite strong; he just hasn't realized it yet."

Then he grinned at Su Yuanshan and said comfortingly.

"But it's okay; just like me, you'll get used to being hurt by Second Master!"

Su Yuanshan: "........"

He thought to himself, what kind of puppet logic is this?

Seeing them chatting as if no one else were there, the Rakshasa Ghost scratched his head and said to the Nightmare Demon.

"We seem to be ignored; what should we do?"

"What else can we do?" the Nightmare Demon replied coldly.

"We can only eat them."

"Should we save some for Earth Mother? She'll be here in a moment!"

"Suit yourself!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Before Su Yuanshan could react, he saw three streaks of light collide fiercely; one streak was that middle-aged man, and the other two were the Rakshasa Ghost and the Nightmare Demon!

The little boy clapped and cheered on the sidelines, waving his long sleeves, looking very happy.

"Fighting, a big fight; everyone hide further away, lest you get splattered with blood!"

"Can you tell me now? Who exactly are you people?"

Su Yuanshan asked the child while staring at the three streaks of light, which were moving so fast their trajectories could barely be caught by the eye.

With a "sniff," the child sucked up his snot, shook his long sleeves, held the back of his head, and while licking his floating sugar figurine, said "Hmm-ah."

"Third Master, please don't make it difficult for this little one; the fated moment has not yet arrived, the fated moment has not yet arrived!

If I told you, Second Master would definitely twist my head off; however..."

He flashed over to Mu Qingcao, looked up at the mountain peak, and grinned foolishly.

"If Third Master lets your immortal companion rub my head..."

"Bang!" He took a mallet to the head and swayed three times, feeling a bit dizzy.

Mu Qingcao was holding the mallet, her pretty eyes wide with anger as she glared fiercely at him, her face somewhat flushed.

"So fierce!"

The child seemed very aggrieved, eyes full of tears, and ran away crying "wa-wa."

Mu Qingcao glanced at Su Yuanshan, appearing somewhat embarrassed.

You beat someone's child until they cried; is that alright?

But that child was also too wicked! So young, yet not learning anything good!

Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet began to shake, a rumbling Earth Rumble sound came from underground and grew closer and closer; a massive sense of oppression surged over them, and at that moment, Mu Qingcao's face turned deathly pale, her whole body began to tremble, and an ancient aura surged up from the ground.

At that moment, even without Mu Qingcao saying it, Su Yuanshan knew clearly that something terrifying was about to make its entrance.

At this time, the three lights that were fiercely entangled suddenly collided and then abruptly separated; the Ghost Demon and the Nightmare Demon were panting, but the middle-aged man remained calm and composed.

He appeared before Su Yuanshan once more but with his back turned to him, and without even turning his head, he said indifferently.

"You are still not leaving? What are you standing here dazed for?"

"That's right, Third Master,

you hurry and leave, we will hold them off here!

The old hag is coming!

If you don't leave now, it will be too late!"

He did not know when the snot-nosed little boy had already stood by his side; when the sky-filling dust and smoke accompanied a skyscraper-sized ghost claw breaking through the earth, he only felt the child extend a small hand and lightly pat him on the back.