Chapter 43

  A thick white smoke burst forth from the forest, followed by a series of sharp crackling sounds.

  "Good grief, Thirteen Generations, you're setting fire to the mountain!"

  The fox's slow and leisurely voice came from behind.

  I don't have the energy to care about him, and even if there was a real fire in the mountains, I doubt anyone would come to rescue me. Surrounded by so many ghosts here, an ordinary person who saw this would probably be scared out of their wits.

  I can only focus on thrusting the spear into their bodies at the moment when ghosts and monsters approach me.

  "Hey, hey, hey, thirteenth generation, behind your back, there's a ghost touching you."

  The sound of "good luck and bad luck" came from behind again.

  I turned around and swung my sword in a slash, but this time I didn't hit the mark. By the time I came to my senses, I was already surrounded by ghosts.

  "Useless."

  The fox's voice was full of disdain, and he suddenly jumped down and blocked my way.

  "How did you come down?"

  When I saw him coming to help, I thought he was coming to make trouble. The soft sword in my hand was tightly grasped, and I turned around to chop the green-haired ghost behind me with one knife. One knife wasn't enough, so I came again with another knife. In front of me, I was sweating profusely, while behind me, the fox let out a series of silly laughs, not just silly laughs, but also sly laughs.

  "Aren't you going to come and help me?"

  I swung the soft sword in my hand and turned back to say a few words to him.

  "What can I help you with? Didn't you use your brain to remember what I just told you?"

  "What did you just say to me?" I looked at him with a confused expression.

  He slapped a palm on my head, and with that, a long gun appeared in his hand. Yes, it was a gun, but not the kind like Mauser military pistol or Desert Eagle-A, rather a silver-colored long gun, an ancient firearm used for battle, just like the ones Yang Family Generals wielded when charging into battle against the Liao army on TV shows.

  "Does this thing work?"

  I looked at the fox gun in his hand with a suspicious face, and there were still a few strands of fox hair on the muzzle. It couldn't be that he pulled it off from himself and stuck it on with 502 glue!

  This is really narcissistic, in the dark of night I have a face full of contempt.

  The fox let out a chuckle and said, "Whether it's useful or not, you'll see for yourself."

  After he finished speaking, he swung his gun directly at me and I dodged by bending down. Is this to kill the ghost or to kill me?! I patted my little heart that was about to jump out of my chest with my hand. If this shot had been fired a bit faster, and if I had dodged a bit more, I reckon my neck and head would have parted ways by now.

  All I saw was him making a single stroke with his gun, and the silver head of the gun flashed with a silver light. The sound was loud and clear, and I saw those ghosts that were emitting green lights all over their bodies start to flow downwards. Yes, they were flowing downwards, but as for what exactly was flowing down, even now, I'm not very sure. I just felt a wave of foul smell spreading through the air. The more he swung his gun, the thicker the stench became.

  "Go and bring that bottle of wine over to me."

  The fox gave an order in a loud voice.

  I covered my nose and asked: "Where is the wine? And where are the wine bottles?"

  "After death, under the tree."

  After a brief response, he jumped up again. I thought it was his habit to show off, and I smiled slightly in disbelief. However, I didn't expect that with just one glance, I saw a large group of ghosts emitting green light from their bodies walking towards us from behind the woods.