Volume 1 Southern Border Chapter 6 Great Calamity, Mountain Goblin

  The witch knelt quietly like this, murmuring words in her mouth.

  After a while, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and Wenya hurriedly brought over a plate of dark red beef blood, and at the same time handed him a knife with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, shining with a cold and fierce edge.

  The shaman applied cow's blood all over the surface of the white tortoise shell, then used a sharp blade to drill out a small hole and chisel out a small recessed groove.

  After completing these rituals, the tribal shaman slowly stood up, reverently holding the tortoise shell and placing it into a cauldron filled with bubbling dark green liquid.

  In a short while, the tortoiseshell pieces smeared with red cow blood were burnt to make a 'crackling' sound, and countless pale green strange patterns emerged on the surface.

  The shaman held a piece of turtle shell, knelt down in front of the fire basin again, and carefully examined the cracks on the turtle shell.

  Wen Ya knew that Zu Wu was predicting something, so he also held his breath tightly and stared at the tortoise shell in the old man's hand.

  The room was as quiet as death, and even the faint crackling sound of 'pop' in the fireplace could be heard.

  "Linked horizontally... three horizontal and five vertical, narrated four..." The narrow, elongated eyes of the clan's shaman flickered with a faint green glow, her small fingers like withered branches, her long fingernails tracing out tracks along the intricate, mysterious green patterns that seeped from the tortoiseshell-like bone pieces.

  Suddenly, his emaciated hands trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. His shoulders shook violently as he stumbled backward and fell to the ground, his face deathly pale, as if something terrifying had burst forth from the turtle shell fragments with just a brief glance.

  The tortoise shell fragments fell to the ground with a "pu" sound, spinning around like a top, and for a moment, they were evenly matched.

  Finally, with a light crackling sound, the tortoise shell split open.

  Tortoiseshell green stripes crisscross, thin and weak, slanting, ominous.

  Blood fills the sky! All signs point to great calamity!

  Wen Ya didn't realize what was going on, and when he saw the tortoise shell fall to the ground and crack open, he didn't think much of it. However, this time he had only just started laughing when his smile suddenly froze on his face.

  At the crack of the turtle shell, a red glow slowly burst out! The deep red color became heavier and heavier, and slowly, it actually dyed the entire turtle shell red.

  On the ground, a large bloodstain seemed to seep out silently.

  Deep red like blood, this hexagram is extremely ominous and will certainly result in death without a doubt.

  The sky outside grew even darker, like a dark ink stain, with piercing wolf howls and shrill cries that seemed to foretell some kind of ominous future.

  The dimly lit room was eerily quiet, with both Zu Wu and Wen Ya not speaking a word, silently staring at the turtle shell on the ground in front of them, which had already cracked open several fissures, serene yet eerie.

  The withered tribe shaman, kneeling on the ground, saw that he could predict the bloodshed, but was unable to prevent this great calamity, and even himself was just one of those trapped in this boundless bloodshed.

  Eyes that had flashed with a green light, suddenly seemed to dim and become murky again. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, and in a fleeting glance, Wen Ya's face was shocked. His pupils suddenly contracted. In an instant, he had made some kind of decision in his heart...

  The old shaman slowly closed his turbid eyes, standing still for a long time before finally exhaling a mouthful of murky air.

  At this time, his eyes were already devoid of joy or sorrow!

  Withered claws generally palm, picked up the turtle shell that had already been broken on the ground, casually dismantled it into several pieces, and threw it into the 'crackling' burning hot fire basin.

  Tortoiseshell cracks, in a scorching heat gradually withering and turning black, yet still revealing an eerie red glow, as resplendent as blood...

  The shaman's hands were lightly raised in front of his eyes, and his nostrils seemed to have already caught the scent of the long-awaited bloody sky. The corner of his eye glanced back slightly, and a strange color flashed out of his gaze!

  And that color is called hope!

  ……

  The vast and boundless primeval forest, with mountains and rivers disappearing into the clouds, presents a faint desolation and silence everywhere.

  Emerald green vines entwined, like an unparalleled green net covering the entire undulating mountain range. Low-growing weeds and thorns filled the gaps, giant ancient trees reached for the sky, with trunks so sturdy that it would take a dozen people to encircle them, various wild beasts, long snakes and poisonous insects occasionally traversed through...

  A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, above the nine heavens. The stars twinkle and move slowly along ancient paths, bursting forth with a brilliant silver light. The clear and gentle moonbeams fall softly upon the ancient land that has existed since time immemorial, casting a mystical and distant glow on the undulating mountain ranges.

  At midnight, a cold and eerie atmosphere permeated the dense and lush primeval forest, in the midst of which an unknown number of gleaming, ruthless eyes were hidden, waiting for the bloody slaughter to begin!

  In the endless and dense grasslands, countless ferocious beasts are hidden. Under the twinkling starlight, various beasts let out mournful, loud, or sharp howls that echo back and forth. Along with the occasional wails and sounds of tearing flesh, the entire sky is filled with the sounds, making one's hair stand on end!

  The shrill wind howled, like an ancient and eerie requiem that pierced every corner of the dense forest.

  Wen Ya's body darted back and forth in the dense forest, rapidly weaving through the trees with a speed that seemed impossible for an eight-year-old child to possess.

  The village of Xun was built according to the terrain, forming a tribal settlement that occupied tens of hectares. Although there were only over 200 able-bodied men, due to the special bloodline left by their ancestors, each one was exceptionally brave and skilled in battle. Whether it was physical strength, ferocity, or reaction speed, they far surpassed those of other tribes.

  So, within the mountain forests of about 800 li in circumference, this branch of the Xun clan was indeed a powerful force capable of dominating everything.

  Rampant ferocious beasts can't pose too much of a threat to the tribe, abundant meat and various fresh wild fruits provide a guarantee for food, and the people of the Xunmeng tribe live a happy life.

  But all of this changed dramatically two days ago!

  Two days ago, a mountain goblin suddenly broke into the 800-mile forest controlled by the Xunyuan tribe.

  To know, the mountain Xiao is also known as the mountain ghost. This is a kind of ferocious and evil beast that was born in the vast wilderness, with a body like a ghost, an astonishing speed, and a brutal and violent nature. It can devour the flesh and blood of tigers and leopards, and especially loves to absorb the blood, energy, and soul of humans. It is a mountain demon that makes everyone in the Shanling tribe change color when talking about it!

  The mountain ogre searched for the vital energy and blood of humans, slaughtering all the human tribes within hundreds of miles of the mountain forest, and the Xun tribe was its final target.

  The sturdy physique of the Xun tribe was only relatively strong compared to ordinary people from other tribes, after all, it still didn't have the height and power of the legendary immortal magic. So when facing the extremely evil attack of the Shan Gui, they basically had no resistance at all.

  In just half a day, relying on their swift and ghostly speed, almost all the tribesmen of the Xun Department were slaughtered, drained of their vital energy and blood.

  Only a dozen or so Japanese youths of the same age as Ah Tong managed to escape from their once carefree home under the cover of tribal sorcery.

  This does not mean that they are afraid of death, the people of the Xun tribe have always been short of blood and bravery in battle, but they also have to bear the heavy responsibility of continuing their family lineage, so they must live on!

  Unfortunately, the heavens played a trick on him. After absorbing the essence and blood of the Xun Clan's people, the Mountain Fiend suddenly went berserk, as if he had gained some unexpected benefit. He chased after the last dozen or so young men relentlessly!

  In just two days, only Wen Ya was left barely alive among all the people.

  At this time, he had also reached the end of his strong crossbow state.