Chapter 21: Shamanic Altar (1)

  Qin Zhong's lower back was pressed against something hard, a chill ran up his spine: "Don't shoot, we're civilians." He didn't know what kind of person was behind him, but the man spoke Mandarin, so it shouldn't be those Russian soldiers from earlier.

  Yingzi was also shocked by this sudden terror, and the wonderful feeling she had just now instantly vanished.

  The people behind Qin Zhong pulled out the two knives from his lower back and searched him, taking away his gun as well: "Don't move your hands, slowly turn around."

  Qin Zhong and Ying Zi slowly turned around, the two of them fixed their eyes on the newcomers, who were surprisingly not very tall or large in stature, and appeared to be Chinese.

  "What kind of people are you?" Qin Zhong asked back without waiting for the other party to ask him.

  Someone came over and listened to this, with a slightly surprised expression: "Ask me who I am? You guys? Hmm? This person seems to have been seen somewhere before!"

  "Isn't this Director Qin of the archives?"

  "Huh? Do you know me?"

  "Of course, you're not a big shot in our Andong City, but we know you. I'm telling you, nobody else has the guts to cross the border through the primeval forest. As far as I know, maybe only you, a normal person, would dare to do such a thing. Hurry up and go back, this is within Russian territory. If the Russians catch you, it'll be trouble."

  "You haven't even answered my question yet, and you've taken my weapon. What's with all the fuss?" Qin Zhong seemed to not take the guns in their hands seriously at all.

  The newcomer's eyebrows slightly raised, feeling very surprised: "Saying you're a stubborn kid, our identities aren't easy to say, but I want to ask you something. The Japanese spy we told you about earlier, did he appear here just now?"

  "Ah, a spy catcher, no wonder he was so skilled. I haven't seen him myself, but earlier I saw a submarine and several Russian soldiers opened fire and took someone away."

  "Oh?" The two people felt extremely delighted: "If it was really them who took him away, that would be great."

  "Alright, I've told you what you wanted to know. Now return my things to me, I still have things to do." Qin Zhong said as he stretched out his hand.

  The newcomer returned the two steel knives to Qin Zhong, but still held the pistol in his hand: "I can't give you this thing, you should know that this stuff is prohibited in our country."

  "Less coming, this is Russia, you can't control me, I'll pick it up when I go back." Qin Zhongming was being unreasonable.

  The newcomer sneered and pushed Qin Zhong's gun back: "Forget it, we really can't give this to you. Leave."

  Qin Zhong had never suffered such a loss before, nodded: "Alright, you take it away, tomorrow I'll go buy an AK47, I'll see how you find me then."

  "You!"

  Qin Zhong pulled Yingzi's hand and brushed past the two people, just as he came over to the person's shoulder, one hand inserted into the person's chest, and with a quick turn of his hand, he pulled out the person's gun. The other hand had already placed a steel knife on the neck of the other person.

  "This time it's fine, we'll take turns using guns. I also want to try out the domestically produced official handgun and see what level it's at."

  "Hey, buddy, the gun has a serial number on it. If you take it, we won't be able to account for it later. Besides, if you get caught with it when you go back, you'll end up in jail."

  Qin Zhong pretended to be surprised: "My god, I'll have to go to jail? Forget it, I don't want it anymore. But I need my gun back."

  "Alright, you can have your gun back, keep it for shooting rabbits in the forest or something. Can I have my gun back now?"

  Qin Zhong smiled with satisfaction, took back his own pistol, and handed the other one back. He then pulled Yingzi along and they returned to the hotel together.

  But at the seaside, two spies were caught, but they didn't catch them. However, after hearing what Qin Zhong said, they rushed to the Russian embassy.

  Back at the inn, the landlady had already prepared their meal according to their agreement. Guo Dafu also got out of bed. The old mushroom was still floating beside the window where they lived, staring blankly at his own dead head.

  I don't know what he was muttering to himself, but when he saw Qin Zhong enter the building, Old Mushroom hurriedly floated down and saw Qin Zhong with a big smile on his face: "Good news! Just now I heard my brain say something."

  "What's considered good news in our current state?"

  "He just said he was going to the mountains to recharge, but he kept staring in one direction. I feel like this corpse must have been chased somewhere, or he had some kind of connection with that shaman." The old mushroom seemed to want to express the thoughts that had been on his mind all along.

  Qin Zhong stared at the old mushroom's eyes for a good while, and he dared to confirm that this old mushroom must still have something unsaid, and this matter might be a big mystery.

  Qin Zhong let out a sigh of relief and followed the old mushroom into his own room, where he saw a sumptuous dinner spread before him. He felt a thrill of excitement in his heart, but at the same time couldn't help thinking that maybe he was being a bit too excessive. However, he thought to himself, it wasn't like the old landlady had any shame either. With a flicker of his mind, he opened up the package containing the old mushroom's head and saw that the two pieces of its mouth were still chewing away at the nothingness, while its eyes on its face were rolling wildly as if trying to look at something.

  He immediately turned the dead man's head at an angle, and his eyes followed his movement, casting his gaze in the direction he was looking.

  Qin Zhong sneered, "Indeed, this guy must have had a premonition. Look at the pain he's in, let's give him something to eat." As he spoke, he picked up a stool and hit the man on the head with it, then stuffed the leg of the stool into his mouth. Strangely, after Qin Zhong hit the man, he still didn't react, but instead ate the wooden stool clean, and suddenly, under his head, a pair of wooden legs grew out, shaped like a stool.

  "My god, this guy is really something else. He eats whatever he wants and grows whatever he wants. Can he talk? Tell me what's going on. What are you looking at?" Qin Zhong said, still hitting things with other objects.

  At this moment, the old mushroom approached Qin Zhong and stopped him: "Alright, my ancestor, don't mess around anymore. If you really stick that dead man's head on, all our efforts will be in vain."

  "What's going on then? I won't let him speak, what to do?" Just after Qin Zhong finished speaking, the old mushroom became serious and solemn, his face turning calm and cold.

  The old mushroom wrapped the dead man's head with clothes again, turned around and said to Qin Zhong: "Actually, I am also a shaman, because I study the curse of driving things, so there is an essential conflict with the two big shamans on the gate, from the beginning it was not harmonious. Then they took back the two absolute spiritual objects that I had brought back from Yunnan and Tibet with great difficulty, for this, the two of them even risked their lives."

  "That's going too far for you, besides, the fact that you can still have a place in the Ice Palace proves that you are absolutely not an ordinary shaman."

  "Yes, our shaman ancestors heard about this matter and positioned me as a witch who brings disaster to the country and its people. They began to think of ways to drive me out of the mountainous region, but I didn't comply, so I was ostracized by all the tribespeople until they locked me up in the Ice Palace to guard those ice sculptures."

  Qin Zhong chuckled and said, "This living being is indeed remarkable. It doesn't need to eat or wear clothes, it just stands there quietly, becoming a rare wonder of the world. Not bad, not bad."

  "Don't mock me, let's get straight to the point. At that time, Shaman Zu cast a curse on me, causing my physical body to undergo a qualitative change. Fortunately, I took a step ahead of time and my soul escaped, hiding in my pet. Otherwise, my soul would have become a zombie like that corpse."

  "What luck!" Qin Zhong continued to listen.

  The old mushroom said here, with a face of anger: "This is not hatred, I also know that hatred is resentment, and it will fall into the sea of fire. I just want to explain my intention at that time to our Shaman ancestors."

  "Oh? Then can you find your Shaman Ancestor?"

  "No, that's something only those two great shamans know."