Chapter 56: Seven Insects and Seven Stars

  Not long after the frantic running, Qingmo fell into a deep sleep, but Zheng Xiaodao woke up and was shocked by what he saw in front of him. Just as he was about to ask what had happened, a low and suppressed humming noise suddenly came from behind him.

  As the crowd turned around, they saw that at the end of their line of sight, a black storm was brewing and rapidly approaching them. At the same time, a low, muffled voice came rolling in from afar, speaking in the barbaric language of the steppes, which Liang Xin couldn't understand at all.

  Zheng Xiaodao's face suddenly changed, and he urged repeatedly: "Run quickly, run quickly! The witch on the grassland is definitely not a good thing!" Then, he said with hatred: "How could we provoke them!"

  The Western Barbarians were infested with insects, the Northern Wilderness was bewitched. They were just the southwestern barbarians of the past, each serving the insects, eventually being consumed by the insect's nature, leading to rebellion, and were annihilated by the previous dynasty thousands of years ago.

  In the northern grasslands beyond the passes, only a very few people practiced sorcery, and the wizards did not communicate with Middle-earth at all, let alone the nomadic tribes on the grasslands rarely saw them.

  What really made Beihuang Wu famous was 700 years ago when the Orthodox and Evil joined forces to rush to the Arctic Ice Field to destroy the Moro Temple. On the way, they passed through the grassland, causing a misunderstanding among the witches, and the two sides had a small-scale confrontation. Later, the high-ranking officials of both sides came forward to clarify the misunderstanding.

  Like the Mo Luo Temple, the shamans on the grassland, although few in number, are superior in cunning and ferocity, and their shamanic methods have a certain domineering power. At least in those small skirmishes, the shamans didn't gain an advantage, but they also didn't suffer too much loss.

  Beihuang witchcraft, mainly focused on summoning ghosts and driving away mourning, once cast, it's a gloomy and ominous wind!

  Without waiting for Zheng Xiaodao's urging, Liang Xin repeatedly called out "eleven" and started sprinting desperately.

  Eleventh gear, immediately throwing Liang Xin far behind...

  A black tornado, sweeping across the sky, came at an incredible speed, and before long, it rushed over. Liang Xin only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, followed by wailing and howling that pierced his ears. His body was wrapped in sticky and thick goo, as if he had suddenly fallen into a muddy pit. Every step forward was extremely difficult to take.

  The wizard hid in the black wind, shouting something in his mouth, while Liang Xin jumped up and down, scolding loudly, hugging the green ink tightly, rushing out desperately. At this moment, his foot suddenly felt a strong grip, a pale white hand grasped his ankle firmly. Immediately after, the sound of breaking earth echoed, and when he looked around, countless hands, either pale white, cyan gray or dark red, stretched out from the knee-deep grass, swaying with the grass...

  Liang Xin's courage was great, but at this moment he felt his whole body covered in goosebumps, and with a forceful pull of his foot, he pulled out an arm. The mud beneath his feet was loose, and Liang Xin seemed to see sparse hair emerging from underneath.

  It wasn't just the eerie feeling, but what made Liang Xin even more uncomfortable was that after being wrapped in the dark and gloomy wind, he felt an inexplicable suffocation in his heart, with a dark red color before his eyes, and his ears filled with the sound of surging blood and a heartbeat like a drum... This feeling was familiar to Liang Xin, it was the same as when he ate raw meat in the desolate valley where he found the monkey's green clothes.

  More and more ghost claws grasped, fumbled, and excitedly grabbed onto Liang Xin's feet. Liang Xin was injured, running didn't hinder him, but it was hard to shake off these ghost claws. Using force to pull outward would only bring out all the ghost things. Just as he was anxiously gritting his teeth, a strong gust of wind blew from in front, and Shi Yi ran back again, with a silly smile on her face that showed a few hints of embarrassment.

  Liang Xin didn't say a word, and directly stuffed the cyan ink into Eleven's arms. He urged in a string of words: "Go go go, take her to Ku Yan Guan, find Qing Yi Qian Huo Liu Yi!"

  Eleven shook his head and refused to leave, his large feet stomping fiercely. The screams from beneath the ground grew loud and clear. Eleven's feet trampled on the ghostly claws that were grabbing Liang Xin, breaking them off.

  Zheng Xiaodao sighed: "The strength of eleven is already very small, and since I'm back, I won't be able to rush out anymore."

  Liáng Xīn burst into anger: "What are you coming back for!"

  Zheng Xiaodao was even angrier, stubbornly grabbing Eleven's shoulder: "Do you think I wanted to come back? You fool came back on your own, no matter how much I advised against it!"

  From start to finish, Ah Dun's expression didn't change at all, just like a spinning top, constantly revolving around Liang Xin. The ghost claws nearby were trampled one by one, but anyone could see that his movements were becoming more and more laborious... With only three tenths of his true yuan left, he broke through the Qing Shan Pressing Top Array, saved Song Hongpao from the long vines, and was finally ambushed by Lang Ya's magic treasure. Now Ah Dun was just a spent force.

  The witch no longer spoke, instead replaced by a cold, mocking laughter, interspersed with the crisp sound of bells, sometimes far and sometimes near.

  Liang Xin's five senses were all somewhat numb, and he stared at Eleven and shouted: "Give me the little way!"

  Eleventh abnormal hearing, shoulder a shock, directly threw Zheng Xiaodao into Liang Xin's arms, Zheng Xiaodao was stunned, he never thought that the seemingly simple and honest young man Liang Xin would not hug a girl before his death, but instead hugged this little boy...

  Liáng Xīn didn't know he was daydreaming, and hastily said: "Give me a Gu! The kind that makes power surge!"

  Zheng Xiaodao hesitated, and said: "Those who plant Gu are all senior members of the sect. I used to just receive Gu... or else I'll try? Don't blame me if you die!" After finishing, he quickly took out a box containing Gu insects from his pocket.

  Liang Xinzhen said to the eleventh: "Hold on for a little while longer."

  Laughing foolishly, feet never stopping...

  Zheng Xiaodao had Liang Xin lie on the ground and instructed, "Return your true energy to its origin, whatever you do, don't use force!" After finishing speaking, he used a small golden knife to lightly prick and pierce Liang Xin's left shoulder blade.

  The golden dagger shone brightly, with a single drop of crimson blood condensing on its sharp tip. Zheng Xiaodao muttered to himself as he opened the box containing the Gu insects. As soon as the lid was lifted, a foul odor wafted out, and seven black, ugly beetles lay motionless inside.

  Zheng Xiaodao dripped the blood from the sharp blade onto a Gu insect. The insect seemed to come to life, its body expanding and contracting as if it were clumsily breathing. After a moment, the drop of fresh blood was completely absorbed into its body, and on the insect's back appeared a white human face... Upon closer inspection, it was Liang Xin's current appearance, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and eyes tightly closed.

  Zheng Xiaodao was slightly nervous and swallowed his saliva, replacing the golden knife with a bamboo skewer. He picked up the Gu worm and placed it on Liang Xin's shoulder wound, whispering: "It will hurt a bit, bear with it, you must not make a sound."

  The Gu parasite touched Liang Xin's skin with its short tentacles and clumsily crawled into the wound.

  Liang Xin's body suddenly jerked violently, almost biting his teeth to shreds, and barely managed to stifle that one miserable cry!

  Although he had been prepared, he never thought it would hurt so much. What was drilling into his body were not insects, but a bear, a rhinoceros, and an elephant! His entire body felt like it was going to explode, as if someone had inserted a paper umbrella into his wound and suddenly opened it up...

  My body is about to explode, the blue veins on my forehead are like earthworms that have been beheaded (or cut off at the tail?), writhing desperately...

  Zheng Xiaodao's forehead was sweating, but his hands didn't stop moving. He used the golden knife to pierce Liang Xin's right shoulder blade, dripping blood, identifying the mastermind, and planting a gu. Then he moved on to the heavenly spirit, chest, dantian, and hip... After planting the last strange insect, Zheng Xiaodao burst out laughing: "Seven insects, seven stars, Beidou descends the dragon, great success is..." His words were cut off as Liang Xin suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream!