Chapter Thirty: The People's Fury Against External Enemies

  "As expected, this matter will cause a great stir within their clan." Looking at the restless people standing around me, I thought to myself "With their support, what is there to fear?"

  The old king Wang waved his hand on the stage, gesturing for people to calm down. With a choked and indignant tone, he said: "We have investigated the thief who stole our sacred object. Perhaps none of you would have thought that this thief is actually Mu Yunfeng, the scum who was expelled from our tribe by the late king thirty years ago for plotting rebellion. He stole our sacred object to use it as a means to become our great king. Thirty years ago, he killed countless people in our tribe just to become the great king. Does everyone agree that he should come back and be our great king today?"

  "No answer!" The response thundered from below.

  "What's even more detestable is that Muyun Feng has defected to the Fuso people and become their lackey. He is now a puppet of the Fuso people, if he becomes our great king, we will become tools for him to sell out to the Fuso people. I would rather die in battle than be a lackey of the Fuso people! Is everyone willing to be a lackey of the Fuso people?" Wang Zhanglao shouted excitedly on stage.

  "Refusal!" The response from the audience was like thunder, and countless warriors struck the ground with their curved swords, creating a deafening roar that filled the entire arena.

  "This time he's well-prepared and brought many formidable experts. The ninja who infiltrated our village last time was sent by him, so we not only need to work together to retrieve our sacred object, but also elect a new king in the next few days, so that Mu Yunfeng, this treacherous villain, can give up his evil intentions. Tonight, everyone go home and discuss the candidates, and tomorrow night we'll finalize the selection of our new king."

  The old king said that the new big king can only be won by the old king, and only under his leadership can the holy object be taken back. I squeezed in the chaotic crowd with my fourth brother, slowly moving towards the outside of the venue, while carefully listening to the voices coming from the crowd. It seems that this trick of provoking the enemy is working.

  I felt exceptionally excited and happy as I left the meeting venue, my idea was correct and if Wang Changlao became the King of Miao, it would be much more convenient for him to travel around the Miao village in the future.

  There's still tonight after which Mu Yun Feng will definitely not be able to sit still, maybe he'll take action tonight. If it were me, the most important thing now would be to get rid of Old Wang.

  When I arrived at the meeting hall, Wang Lao was sitting there drinking water. Seeing me come in, he hastily pulled me down to sit. Obviously his mood was very excited at this time, and his face was still flushed with excitement as he said to me: "Ghost Dao, your move is indeed fierce. Now everyone has had a mental preparation ahead of time, which is undoubtedly a good trend..."

  "I interrupted him: 'You'd better be careful yourself, it's best to bring a few good hands with you. Mu Yunfeng must have known about this by now, and he might send someone to harm you tonight. You're his number one target.'"

  "I'm already at this age, as long as I can retrieve the sacred object of our clan, what's death to me? Otherwise, how would I face our ancestors after I die?" Old Wang said with emotion. Looking at his dignified and upright demeanor, I couldn't help but be deeply moved by his grandeur.

  "Right, we still need to be careful tonight. Although my several brothers are already prepared, your clan should still be on high alert. If you die, there will be no one in your clan who can rally everyone."

  After finishing speaking, he got up and walked out of the conference hall, leaving Wang Zhang alone in the hall, looking at me with gratitude. In my heart, I only hoped that this old thing would not get into trouble, otherwise, my master's curse would have no clues again.

  In the afternoon, my second brother came over to tell me that everything was ready on his side. Because he had spent too much energy and blood, my second brother's face looked a bit pale. Looking at his pale face, I felt guilty knowing that we might still have to perform the ritual tonight.

  "Alas - I wonder if the Copper Corpse will appear tonight?" I sighed.

  My second brother knew what I meant and smiled, saying: "It's nothing, big brother. There are only nine puppet people, and they didn't let go of much blood. I'm still very healthy now. It's you who should be more careful."

  Since there was still time, I invited second brother to go and see the preparatory work done by third brother.

  Arriving at the village, one can only see that some hidden corners have been installed with mechanisms and hidden lines. If someone who is unaware of the situation accidentally steps on these mechanisms and hidden lines, they will definitely trigger the mechanism and their body will be shot full of holes like a honeycomb by hidden projectiles.

  Several roads leading to the mountain stronghold were densely packed with large piles of stones. If one walked into these stone arrays at night and triggered the formation, they might have to wander inside until dawn to get out. Some of the stone arrays looked more like natural formations, and I couldn't help but secretly admire Third Brother's ingenuity.

  As the sun sets in the west, the expected evening has arrived soon. The entire mountain stronghold still looks like a peaceful and orderly scene, but actually, there is already a hidden killing intent in the dark night.

  After dinner, I brought the second and third brothers to the open space in front of the village. This is a must-pass place for the mountain top village. We plan to block Mu Yunfeng here. The fourth brother didn't know where he was hiding, and even the old six who usually liked to speak loudly had disappeared without a trace.

  It's probably because of the rain this morning that tonight's air is exceptionally cool. A round moon occasionally peeks out from behind floating clouds, and the mist rising from the mountains makes the entire Fanjing Mountain look like a fairyland.

  At the moment, I dare not delay, using a faint oil lamp to draw a large Wu Xuan Ba Gua talisman on the ground. Then, from the travel bag, take out the prepared paper talismans and stick them on the surrounding trees. Finally, light up the soul-testing incense.

  These talismans and incense can sense whether there is a presence of yin energy. If there is strong yin energy or yin objects nearby, the talismans and incense will have a strong reaction. After sticking on the talismans, I took out the golden dagger from my bag and tied it to my back, it's time for me to use my door-guarding weapon.

  My second brother is different from me, he needs to set up an altar and perform rituals to control the nine wooden puppets that have been moved here a long time ago and are now covered with straw.

  After setting up the altar, I opened the thatched hut and had my second brother arrange the nine wooden puppets in the style of the Nine Palaces Seven Stars Formation. The nine wooden men had already been painted with talismans by my second brother, and there were red bloodstains on their foreheads. Interestingly, all nine wooden men's heads had been painted with facial features by my second brother, which looked very realistic, just like real people.

  My fifth brother had nothing to do, so he just sat on the ground quietly watching us two busy people. After everything was ready, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and pulled my second brother to sit down with me, waiting for Mu Yunfeng to arrive.

  Time flies in waiting, and before you know it, midnight has arrived.

  The clouds in the sky began to disperse slowly, and the hazy moon cast a faint white glow over the entire mountain forest, as if it were a dark realm. This was the time when the yin energy was at its strongest at night.

  I and second brother exchanged a knowing glance and smile, understanding that it was time to double our vigilance. Fifth brother sat cross-legged on the ground, seemingly having meditated for some time already.

  Closing my eyes and striving to elevate my sensory abilities to their optimal state, I concentrate on perceiving all the subtle movements around me. The eerie silence instead gives me a somewhat oppressive feeling.

  Suddenly, a faint rustling sound came into my ears. I opened my eyes and looked around. In the darkness, I could see a very familiar glint of light flashing in the forest ahead, vanishing in an instant.

  "The dog's tail has finally been exposed." I thought to myself.

  The dense fog made it difficult for me to see the figure clearly, but since the newcomer was able to bypass Fifth Brother's formation and mechanism, he must be an extraordinary ninja and external expert. I quickly got up and chased after him into the forest where he had just disappeared.

  As soon as I chased into the woods, I felt a strong and dense aura of yin energy rushing towards me. In the thick fog, I only saw one person wearing a cloak with slow and heavy footsteps slowly approaching me. The tall figure was wrapped in a wide Taoist robe, and what was strange was that his head was hung on his neck, with a long hood covering his entire face, all the way down to his shoulders.