Chapter 968

In the early morning on the Beiyunhe, a thin layer of fog still floated on the river, and the goods transported to the capital had already started on the road!

The grain boats that had been delayed at the Sanchahe mouth for several days were connected end to end, sailing toward the North.

Fishing boats passed nimbly through the endless stream of boats, but in the white fog in the distance, the sound of bells and drums came. The fisherman stood at the bow and looked up, only to see a few colors gradually becoming clear in the white fog.

In a short while, a hundred-stone large boat tied with colorful ribbons, fluttering in the wind, and the whole boat woven from willow branches and ribbons as thick as a thumb, sailed out of the fog leisurely.

A person also stood at the bow.

He wore a leather coat full of colorful ribbons, held a whip high in one hand, shook a bell drum in the other, and wore an ancient and solemn Nuo mask on his head.

Behind him, also standing at the bow, were many shadowy figures, shrouded in the fog, strange in shape, tall, short, fat, and thin.

This bizarre scene stunned the fisherman!

The grain boats on the road also avoided one after another...

Zhigu has had many floods since ancient times. People say that the several sons of the Nine River Dragon King fought for power, snatched water areas from each other, and often stirred up floods to inundate other dragon sons' rivers, so there are various town objects on the bridges here.

On the stone bridge in front, there hung a Dragon-Slaying Sword!

The rusty iron sword was tied with a rope and hung under the bridge. On the willow branch boat, beside the shaman wearing a Nuo mask, a thin and tall shadow suddenly trembled all over.

There were many such restless figures on the boat; some were short, fat, and bulging, making dull sounds like drums; some had several hands waving wildly under their ribs; some twisted and turned, as if they had no bones...

The shaman at the bow tapped the small drum with his whip, then pointed with the whip, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword under the bridge suddenly turned upside down, the tip of the sword turning toward the bridge bit by bit.

The stone lions facing the river at the bridgehead also turned their heads and turned toward the back.

The hemp ropes tied to the bridge railings broke one by one, and the copper coins nailed to the bridge flew away with the nails.

An old man in Zhigu walked to the bridgehead and saw this scene, and was so scared that he dared not cross the bridge again.

"The dragon is passing!"

The old man shouted: "The dragon is passing!"

As the willow branch boat sailed slowly past the ancient bridge, several All Xuanzhen Sect disciples on the bridge looked at each other. The yellow cloth covering their feet had already been torn, and various magic tools placed in the Eight Trigrams positions had also cracked.

"The Dragon-Slaying Sword turned upside down, the evil-suppressing stone lions turned their heads. The Eight Immortals magic tools pressed by the hexagram cloth I borrowed from Old Daoist Cui couldn't suppress him. I fear the one coming is really the Shaman Sect Master!"

The All Xuanzhen disciple presiding over the ritual had a solemn expression.

Don't look at the Dragon-Slaying Sword as just a broken iron stick, but this sword has fallen three times and killed three big pythons and dragons that had become climate!

And the evil-suppressing stone lions at the bridgehead are naturally the most famous on the Lugou Bridge in the capital, with 288 lions suppressing demons and ghosts, but few people know that the ancient bridge on this Beiyunhe, although there are only 16 lions, was carved together with the lions on the Lugou Bridge.

From the moment the stone lions were completed, very few monsters in the North could come down to Zhigu.

But these town objects were all broken at this moment.

"Quickly go and report to the Sect Master and the deacons that the Northeast Shaman Sect Master has bypassed the capital with a hundred immortals and went straight to Zhigu City!"

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At this time, under the sluice bridge of the Haihe, the soldiers guarding the water gate also heard the dull sound from under the bridge.

It was as if the water gate blocking the river had been knocked by something...

The river patrol soldiers leaned out to look. The river water was deep green and turbid, and messy water weeds floated at the bottom, so they couldn't see anything. At this moment, the movement of the gate became louder and more urgent. The soldiers carefully took bamboo poles to poke.

At this time, a pale face looked up and floated out of the water slowly.

It was a dead person, whose face had been soaked and wrinkled, eyes open, very turbid and without any life, looking straight at the river patrol soldier.

Even though the river patrol soldiers had seen countless strange things and were all bold people, at this moment they couldn't help but feel their legs go soft.

Because on the entire river surface of the Haihe, corpses were floating densely, like passers-by...

The old hand beside him said tremblingly: "Open the gate!"

The younger river patrol soldier hadn't recovered yet when he was poked in the ribs by the old soldier: "Why don't you open the gate quickly! People want to pass!"

In the early morning, the riverside of the Haihe exploded. The day before yesterday, a female corpse was fished out, accompanied by the legend of the water monkey, but today, dense corpses floated against the current, and corpses floating and sinking came to the Sanchahe mouth.

Even the water gates of the rivers in the city were opened inexplicably.

It was the Nether Blood Ghost biting open his eardrum, drinking his blood, and then drilling deeper to find the Thread-Pulling Play to fight.

The Insect King endured the pain, pursed his lips, and a silent, hidden insect whistle went straight into his ear from a small hole in his mouth. The Blood Tooth of the Profound Truth Sect took out an ancient zither from his pouch, hooked with the little finger of his right hand, and emitted an old, hoarse zither sound.

The Insect King suddenly kicked his legs, his whole body flipped, flipped three times in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground, screaming.

"Ah ah ah ah!"

His eyes bulged, and his two hands grabbed his ears tightly.

He opened his mouth wide, but the screams turned silent. Only two strange insects were seen drilling out from the left and right hidden ear holes, pouncing on his tongue. The Nether Blood Ghost spread its wings, and the ghost face immediately twisted, vivid and lifelike as if an evil ghost were screaming, and a miserable insect chirp was emitted from the Insect King's mouth.

And that Thread-Pulling Play was a small insect like a sesame seed, pouncing straight behind the Nether Blood Ghost, biting toward its lower abdomen.

The Insect King bit down hard with his teeth, but bit his own tongue. A section of blood-red tongue fell off. He was full of blood, rolling on the ground clutching his ears.

The two insects crawled out from the corners of his eyes again, fighting on his eyeballs. When the killing became fierce, they drilled into his eyeballs.

Soon, the Insect King's eyes were bloodshot, and one could faintly see two insect shadows inside the eyeballs... He kept rolling on the ground, making all the onlookers feel a chill in their hearts. Dou Dou Dabiebao turned to look at the people of the Profound Truth Sect and shouted, "Everyone, it is better to be forgiving when one can!"

Physician Hua was also extremely uneasy.

At this time, Blood Tooth finally stopped the zither sound and said to the few, "The outcome is decided. Whether he can live next depends on you!"

The physicians of the Three Sovereigns Society and the foreign devils all crowded forward to check the Insect King's condition.

Blood Tooth of the Profound Truth Sect said calmly, "He cannot control this Nether Blood Ghost, so when the fight is fierce, the Nether Blood Ghost can only eat his brain to replenish its strength to fight the Thread-Pulling Play. Now the Blood Ghost is defeated and is hiding in his brain to recover its strength. To save him, one can only help him catch the insect out..."

Xilin curiously used a silver lamp to shine into the Insect King's ear hole and indeed saw the broken eardrum. After discussing with the doctor beside him, he said, "We can drip mercury into his ear!"

The doctor beside him took out an extremely thin steel wire. The very front of the steel wire was a tiny pair of pliers. By pulling the steel wire, the pliers could be opened and closed.

"Poison the insect to death with mercury, then open the skull to clamp the corpse out."

"No!" Physician Hua stopped him: "The Nether Blood Ghost is a divine insect with extremely strong vitality. If dripping mercury doesn't poison it to death, it will only make it go mad and drill into the Insect King's brain."

The foreign doctor looked up at him, and Physician Hua rolled his eyes and said, "Can we use food or provocation to lure the Nether Blood Ghost out?"

"The Nether Blood Ghost's food is his brain!" Crow looked at the Insect King and dropped this sentence.

"Then what way do you have?" Physician Hua looked at Crow and asked that.

Crow said indifferently: "Crickets are sound-sensitive insects, so once there is a sound that moves heaven and earth, like the music of the spheres, it will surely make it come out. When I caught that Thread-Pulling Play, I relied on the zither music I learned from the Sect Master."

"But after the Nether Blood Ghost was defeated, it lost its fighting spirit; with my zither music, I cannot lure it out."

"Only by bringing him to Zhigucheng overnight; if the moonlight is just right, the Sect Master will play the zither by the river under the moon, and such zither music will surely make the Nether Blood Ghost intoxicated and crawl out."

Physician Hua and Xilin both frowned tightly, never expecting that the All Xuanzhen Sect had such a method of treatment!

Crow glanced at them: "Do you know why this Nether Blood Ghost lost? The Nether Blood Ghost is a divine insect transformed from an eardrum that became a spirit among strange corpses, while the Thread-Pulling Play is just a strange, demonic insect that feeds on its own kind. But because the Thread-Pulling Play mimics the sounds of its own kind to lure them to be eaten, it is best at mimicking sounds. And when I caught this insect, I was fortunate enough to listen to the Sect Master's zither music with it, and this insect actually remembered three notes."

"That is why Blood Tooth played the zither to lure it to mimic the zither notes, and only then did the Nether Blood Ghost lose to it..."

Mimicking Brother Qian Chen's zither notes—Brother Qian Chen's zither music is also known as the Xiyi Divine Thunder; mimicking even one percent of its charm can make even ghosts and gods lose their souls.

Fortunately, the Nether Blood Ghost is a cricket; if it were a real ghost, I fear it would have been destroyed the moment the zither music rang out!

Crow nodded at them, then returned to the All Xuanzhen Sect members and stopped talking.

A group of doctors discussed for a while, although everyone had already become very capable of accepting the strange and bizarre illnesses in the world.

But this difficult and bizarre illness and strange treatment created right before their eyes still gave them a feeling of the world spinning and being drunk.

In the All Xuanzhen Sect, Blood Tooth lowered his head and asked: "Deacon, do you think they will follow the Deacon's words to treat him?"

"To cure him, this is the only way."

Blood Tooth pondered slightly, raised his head and said: "The Thread-Pulling Play and the Nether Blood Ghost ate the Insect King's cochlea, and then heard the Sect Master's zither music; they will surely transform into true divine insects of heavenly music. Such strange insects can cure all deafness in the world. As long as they are placed in a deaf person's ears, they can restore hearing, and moreover, they are self-taught and can play all the music in the world."

"In this way, our sect has achieved another pair of divine ears, and the sect's grand plan is perfected by one more point."

"But I have one thing I don't understand... what will be the Insect King's fate?"

Crow glanced at him: "He lost a pair of wonderful ears; are you still not satisfied?"

"How can a pair of ears compare to one's parents?" Blood Tooth's eyes were bright.

"But how much of your father's fate was self-inflicted, and how much was due to our sect?" Crow asked in return.

Blood Tooth was silent for a long time before saying: "Is there so much logic in revenge?"

"If you want to take revenge again, do as you please; it has nothing to do with our sect!" Crow said: "Now our sect's grand cause is to raise the Jiazi Pillar, the merit of saving the world. You should know that the events of the past are nothing but illusions in the embers; do you still want to wallow in them?"

"If we don't view illusions as reality, why would the Deacon be obsessed with saving the world?"

Blood Tooth said: "Aren't we all wallowing in this illusion that is like life?"

Crow was speechless...

Scanned it twice.

Beside, Crow said cautiously: "Sect Master, now demons are dancing wildly outside, wind and rain are coming from all directions, and Zhigu is restless. Should the Sect Master come forward to settle the people's hearts?"

Brother Qian Chen put down the intelligence, raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "Just clowns! Not even half of my business."

He thought for a moment, then said: "Fine! Take those eight talismans in this Wanghai Tower... place them in all directions to suppress those petty people."

"Since I have taken this Zhigu City, I cannot let it become chaotic."

Crow looked up at the eight talismans hanging on the eight corridors of the Wanghai Tower—skin, rope, gold, flesh, bone, armor...

Some were spread out like human skin with colorful tattoos; some were like knots, ancient and natural; some were cast from five metals like a large bell with five thousand scriptures embossed; some were like Tai Sui faces with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy; some were like charred human bones with bone patterns carved; some were like divine turtle shells carrying the River Map...

Eight talismans that were either evil, holy, strange, or profound.

Arranged in eight directions, carrying a trace of soul-stirring mystery!

Crow felt settled, flapped his wings, and called the eight deacons...