Chapter 26: Submission

  "Uncultured, how frightening." Watching the rolling and tumbling of the Bladetooth Tiger, Wang Yang let out a soft sigh.

  Will-o'-the-wisp is also called phosphorus fire, as the name suggests, it is caused by phosphorus.

  As for specific effects, there's no need to mention them.

  This kind of flame has a very low ignition point, and can self-ignite at temperatures as low as twenty or thirty degrees. It often occurs in the sweltering summer weather, but also occasionally happens in spring and autumn.

  The main reason for the production is that animals or plants contain phosphorus components during the rotting process, which become one of the phosphines due to chemical reactions and then burn at high temperatures.

  This fire is "cold fire", that is, there is no temperature, just like electric light, it's cold light, so no matter how you burn, it won't really cause harm.

  Wang Yang knew this, but Jian Chi Hu didn't know and thought he was going to be burned to death, wailing loudly.

  The reason why he remembered the ghost fire so deeply was mainly because his grandmother had told him a story about it.

  It is said that in his grandmother's generation, they still lived in the countryside. Behind the village was a mountain where everyone who died in the village would be buried.

  One time before dawn, his grandmother hurried to go up the mountain to pick ferns.

  It just so happened that it rained yesterday, and the mountain was covered with Zenmai (Ostrich ferns).

  His grandmother arrived at the mountain and came to a solitary grave. The tomb was unknown, it had been there for a long time, and the words on the stone monument had already been washed away.

  At that time, I would run up the mountain every day, and I wasn't afraid at all. Under the cover of night, I would sneak around in front of the graves.

  Suddenly, a cluster of eerie green flames appeared in front of the tombstone, extremely terrifying under the dark night.

  His grandmother was frightened out of her wits; at that time, the level of cultural dissemination was simply not high, how could she understand the principle of ghost fire?

  She let out a scream and ran back, but the ghost fire seemed to have targeted her, chasing after her relentlessly until it pounced on her body.

  She ran back to the village, and the villagers were awakened by her screams. When they went out to take a look, they were all stunned.

  "It's all over! This is demonic possession!"

  "It must be that we've provoked a mountain spirit and been put under a spell."

  The villagers didn't dare to get close, his grandmother was crying and taking off her clothes, but that damned fire seemed to have burned into her body, still shrouding her.

  At this time, his great-grandfather, who was the father of his grandmother, brought a full bucket of water and poured it over his head, finally extinguishing the fire.

  But he's grandmother had a fever for several days, and the villagers kept their distance from her, privately discussing that she was haunted by an evil spirit.

  Finally, they invited a Taoist priest to perform an exorcism and it wasn't until after three days of rituals that the illness was cured.

  When Wang Yang was a child, he heard this story and it gave him a great shock. It was too fantastical, so from then on he revered heaven, earth and the spirits.

  Later, after reading books and understanding the principles, I became a believer in science.

  During his high school days, he also met a man who claimed to be a celestial master. The guy wore Taoist robes and had white whiskers, with an otherworldly air about him. He didn't even bother with fortune-telling or face-reading.

  He then laid out his stall, and the uncles and aunts came forward to ask for a peace symbol. He took out a yellow paper talisman, furrowed his brow, and muttered: "I picked the wrong one."

  Just as everyone thought he was going to change the charm, he reached out and wiped his hand across it, a cluster of dark flames rose up, the fire burned strangely, Mr. 's hand wasn't burned at all, and the charm didn't burn either.

  Take your hand away and take another look, the curse on the symbol is gone!

  It can be said that this move is really beautiful, in scientific terms, the original spell on the paper was written with phosphorus powder, and when it was rubbed and heated, a magical scene of spontaneous combustion appeared.

  It is said that strange and unusual events occur every day, but one may not encounter them in a lifetime of a hundred years.

  Wang Yang had heard so many rumors about the ghost fire, but he had never seen it with his own eyes like today. After being amazed, he couldn't help but sigh at the vastness of the world.

  The tiger on the ground panted for several minutes, as if it had resigned itself to its fate, exhausted and lying on the ground waiting for death. Looking at its worn-out eyes, I guess it was recalling its "tiger" life.

  As a result, the ghost fire disappeared at this time.

  It laughed, proudly and loudly shouting, extremely pleased with itself, as if to tell the whole world: "Fire can't burn me to death, who else can control me? My fate is mine, not heaven's..."

  Wang Yang gave him a glance, this whole young man is quite arrogant.

  Night passed and day broke, the Blade Tooth Tiger was still in a state of high energy from last night's fierce and domineering display, continuously roaring loudly.

  Wang Yang coldly laughed on the tree: "Go ahead and shout, wait till you're tired from shouting, let's see if you can still sleep."

  Speaking of sleep, Wang Yang actually wanted to sleep. To be honest, he could always sleep very soundly during the day, especially knowing that there was a fierce beast quietly guarding below, and it was even more fragrant.

  Anyway, the tiger is dead and won't move, still thinking it's just pretending to sleep. In short, three words: "Intelligence..."

  Thinking of it, she took a bite of the fruit and fell into a dreamland.

  This time he couldn't recall his dreams and had no interest in thinking about them. The whole big afternoon was spent doing nothing.

  The tiger finally felt sleepy and lay down on the ground with his eyes closed.

  Wang Yang naturally did not want to waste the opportunity, so he tried three times. The first time, before he even got down from the tree, he found that the saber-toothed tiger had woken up.

  The second time he quickly climbed down the tree and saw a tiger with sharp teeth roll over, scaring him to climb up the tree again.

  The third time...

  Alright, no third time.

  The tiger is just six or seven meters away from him. If it wakes up after he gets down the tree, he's done for.

  But Wang Yang didn't plan to let it go easy either. Since he had mustered up the patience to fight, he absolutely couldn't let his opponent get too comfortable.

  When you're comfortable and your opponent is uncomfortable, you can win.

  Wang Yang didn't let it get comfortable, every time the tiger was about to fall asleep, he would throw stones over and wake it up.

  Forced to flee everywhere to find cover, almost went to dig a trench.

  It likes to hide behind big trees, but this guy's body is too big and can't be hidden every time it gets hit by stones, it will let out a depressed roar.

  It just didn't dare let Wang Yang out of sight, and could only silently endure.

  At night, Wang Yang became even more excited, and the stones were thrown with great joy. The tiger was forced to hide further away, for the first time out of Wang Yang's sight.

  Wang Yang didn't dare to run away at night, thinking that a high road is a high devil, he resolutely climbed down the tree, quietly picked up some stones and climbed up another tree in front.

  In this way, the blade-toothed tiger was exposed again, and Wang Yang continued to throw stones happily.

  One night without words, at dawn, the tiger with sharp teeth stared at Wang Yang with its bright red eyes under the tree.

  Wang Yang didn't sleep either, he looked at the dispirited and exhausted Bladetooth Tiger, saw the dawn of victory, and threw Bladetooth Tiger again and again.

  "Hooooo..."

  A roar of resentment echoed through a hundred meters, and for the whole day, the tiger's roar could be heard.

  Finally on this evening, after being hungry for several days and having a poor sleep of nearly two days, the Blade Toothed Tiger surrendered.

  No more nonsense, various requests!

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