Chapter 58: The Village's Destruction

  "In fact, when they came back from the mountain during the day, they had already been coerced by that old woman. If you hadn't run out at that time, they would have probably taken action then." My back, Wang Dajie muttered to herself.

  Remaining silent, not speaking. Wang Da Shu continued to say: "This old woman told the village chief and others that if they couldn't catch you, she would destroy our village, so the village chief compromised, you can't blame them, they are also for the sake of the village."

  I couldn't help but sneer: "For the sake of the village, I've thought about it and risked my life to help them, only to be betrayed by them in the end."

  Wang's aunt grabbed my shoulder and shouted at me: "Xiao Sen."

  The words the village head said during the day echoed in my mind, and I finally understood what they meant. He said he had lived on this mountain for a long time. He loved everything here, so he wanted to destroy me.

  At that moment, I felt like I had sunk to the bottom of the water and was chilled to the bone. The feeling of being deceived by someone was really unbearable. I couldn't help but clench my fists tightly and glare fiercely at the door.

  Wang Da Shu urged: "Xiao Sen, please help them, if things go on like this, everyone will suffer."

  I pushed Wang's aunt away fiercely: "Get out, they are ruthless, and don't blame me for being unrighteous. You're right, people's hearts are treacherous, from now on, I will never trust anyone again."

  As soon as I finished speaking, I threw a heavy punch at Wang's shoulder. Wang almost didn't react, her head tilted to one side, and she fell to the ground. Her son wanted to shout loudly, but I grabbed him again and threw another punch at his shoulder with all my might. Then he also fainted.

  I carried the two of them onto the bed and turned off the light, then came back to the position by the door and looked outside through the crack in the door.

  At this time, four or five people had already fallen outside the house. The village chief was in the most precarious situation, and after falling to the ground, he not only convulsed non-stop but also continuously spat out blood. Seeing them like this, I didn't feel any sympathy in my heart.

  I really didn't expect that after going through the zombie transformation with them and helping them so much, I would still be betrayed. Honestly, I just can't understand it.

  Because of my love for this land, I can be eliminated as an irrelevant person.

  At this moment, the voice of the water ghost granny became even more terrifying: "You people are all useless, I told you very clearly last night that if you can't catch anyone, let these people go and accompany that little boy to his grave."

  Suddenly, the Water Ghost Granny stopped talking, and her mouth began to squirm again. Just then, I heard a burst of crying sounds coming from outside the house.

  These cries were not made by the villagers, but seemed to come from outside the village. I turned my head towards the outside of the village and saw that in the darkness, one after another, human figures appeared. These figures were too strange, they seemed unable to stand upright, and could only walk forward with their bodies bent.

  In the village, the villagers let out a scream and scattered in all directions. At this time, the Water Ghost Granny burst into loud laughter without any restraint. The hoarse voice was like "heh heh heh", even more terrifying than the wailing sounds outside the village.

  Then, the fierce water ghost granny said something and turned around to leave.

  Outside the village, the crying sounds grew louder. Inside the village, terrified screams filled the air. On the ground, those people lay still, never moving again.

  If it were in the past, I would have rushed out to help them long ago. But now, I don't want to move, just quietly watching. I don't know how long has passed, those crying voices are getting closer and closer, appearing in the village.

  A cry suddenly appeared in my room.

  I was awakened by the crying sound, turned my head to look, and there was a person standing on the window. This person was all wet, as if he had just crawled out of the water, standing on the window, facing me, crying desperately.

  What does that look like? It looks like an infant, an infant who doesn't know anything, staring at a grown-up and wailing loudly. But strangely, the person in front of him is not an infant, but a grown adult.

  The adult was covered in blisters all over his body, swollen and pale, to the point where it was impossible to tell whether he was male or female. He cried while sticking to the window, desperately pounding on it.

  To be honest, I felt a chill run down my spine, which should be a natural reaction, after all, the scene in front of me was too terrifying. However, immediately afterwards, I took out a red thread and slowly walked towards the window.

  Coming under the window, I looked up and saw that swollen face, almost right in front of my eyes. This face was facing me, with its mouth wide open, crying desperately.

  I stretched out my hand at this time, and with a sudden movement, I opened the window. And this person immediately climbed down from the window. I took a step back, he crawled in front of me, grabbed my foot, and continued to cry.

  I didn't back down, even though I was a little scared, but I managed to overcome it. I crouched down and suddenly wrapped that red line around his neck. Then I took out the Soul-Cutting Knife and cut off both of his hands with one slash.

  Then I took the other end of the red thread and tied it directly to a pillar. Next, the wonderful performance began.

  After being tied up, this person was still crying desperately, with wails accompanying the sobs. Probably because I had cut off both of his hands. At that moment, on the ground lay a pair of pale and stiff human hands, while the severed part of this person's hands didn't have a single drop of blood, only rotten flesh like cotton wool.

  I walked up to this person, took out the soul-cutting knife, and started slashing non-stop on his body. Cut off his hair, cut off his ears, cut off his tongue.

  He couldn't cry anymore, his crying turned into a wailing scream. I continued to slash him with the Soul Slayer, and soon cut off his ghostly fangs and ghostly clothes.

  I took a look at the things on the ground and I was secretly delighted, it's a great harvest. The things I cut from this water ghost are some commonly used medicinal materials by the ghost doctor. These medicinal materials may not be rare for the ghost doctor, but if they're needed and there aren't any, then there's really nowhere to buy them.

  After doing all this, the water ghost was still in front of me, wailing and wailing. I got annoyed, so I took out a soul needle from my body and inserted it into his throat. The shouting stopped immediately. However, the water ghost still stared at me with that ferocious face.

  No more noise, I feel much quieter, so I started doing my own thing.

  The things taken from the ghost's body to make medicine also have their own rules. Different parts have different therapeutic effects. For example, ghost teeth and ghost hair have obvious differences in efficacy. As for how they differ, I'll introduce them in detail when it's time to use them.

  Apart from this, different ghosts have different medicinal materials taken from their bodies, and the efficacy is also different.

  For example, the ghost of fire or the zombie's fingernails and the zombie's fangs. The zombie's fangs can be ground into powder to treat corpse poisoning, and even snake venom.

  Apart from the fire spirit, water spirit and zombie, there are other various types of spirits such as hanging ghost and suicidal ghost. Each type of spirit has different medicinal materials taken from their bodies with different effects. These things are all explained in the art of ghost doctoring, these are just the superficial aspects of the art of ghost doctoring.

  I started doing my own thing, and arranged seven or eight candles on the ground. On each candle was a rack, and on the rack was a paper bowl folded from talisman paper. This is to prepare for the refining of these medicinal materials, which has been mentioned before.

  To refine these medicinal materials, only paper bowls can be used. If paper bowls are not used, these things will disappear. After all, these were taken from the body of a spirit, and they themselves also belong to a part of the spirit.

  Also, everything must be done before the rooster crows. Now it's summer, the time when the rooster crows is around 4 o'clock. Obviously, there isn't much time left.

  The shelf and paper bowl are ready, the next step is to get water without a root. This water without a root refers to rainwater that has not fallen to the ground. Not only can't the rainwater fall to the ground, but also the objects connected to the rainwater cannot fall to the ground. And in my backpack, I had prepared a large bottle of it at any time when it was going to rain.

  Everything is ready, I start simmering slowly.

  In the paper bowl, those parts taken from the ghosts began to dissolve bit by bit, finally merging with the rootless water to become a sticky, porridge-like substance.

  Continue burning until the paper bowls are dry, these **have turned into lumps, and I need to take them out and grind them into ink powder.

  As I finished all this, the first rooster crowed. I couldn't help but wipe away a cold sweat and let out a sigh of relief.

  Then I took out six or seven glass bottles and put different parts of the ghost into different glass bottles, and stuck labels on the glass bottles. Only then was the matter settled.

  A spell of busyness left me with a sore waist and back. At this moment, I turned my gaze outside again, only to find that the entire village had fallen silent, and the water ghost in the house, whose hands, ears, and tongue I had cut off, had also vanished into thin air.

  Although the rooster had crowed, it was still pitch black outside. I was a bit curious about what was going on outside, so I pushed open the door and went out. Then I saw that those people who were knocked to the ground by the Water Ghost Grandma last night were still lying motionless on the ground.

  The whole village was as if there were no living people, and there wasn't even a single sound, exuding an air of terror.

  I walked out of the house and turned around in the village, finally returning to Wang's house. As I guessed, there might be only a few people left in this village.

  I couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness, these people betrayed me to save the village. But now, they've betrayed me and the village is still destroyed, this is what's called getting what you deserve for your sins.

  Not long after returning to Wang's house, the sky gradually brightened, and Wang and her son also slowly woke up. After waking up, the two of them cried loudly for a while, and I sat silently beside them, watching quietly.

  After daybreak, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed out.

  I'm going to find that water ghost grandma.

  Although I didn't lend a hand to help the people in that village, I also won't let this old woman off.