Chapter 3: The Demon Hunter Who Fears Ghosts
The dark shadow drew closer. The wind had noticeably intensified, and I felt as if I were suffocating, my eyes nearly unable to open due to the stinging. Little Pomegranate, being still young, lacked sufficient magical power, and she fell repeatedly, yet stood up time and again. Due to the excessive use of magic, blood continuously flowed from her mouth, spilling onto the ground and forming exceptionally vivid little red flowers. The dark shadow was so close that it seemed ready to swallow Little Pomegranate whole, and the sound of the wind transformed into a chilling, maniacal laughter, piercing and violent under the night sky, as if even the bones could feel that cold. I could no longer hold back; I suddenly drew my bow, aimed at the dark shadow, and my heart raced, causing my hands to tremble.
Hello... I'm back... I'm back...
Suddenly, a violent gust of wind lifted me off the ground, and I felt my back crash heavily against a tree, pain piercing to the bone. Stars danced before my eyes, my mouth tasted salty, and a heat surged in my throat, causing a mouthful of fresh blood to spurt out. The blood traced an arc in the air, vividly red and terrifying.
You are slacking off again! The master stood behind me with his hands on his hips. Then, a large burlap sack was thrown in my face
I forced a smile, but my expression was likely more ghastly than a ghost's. "No, Little Pomegranate, you still need to be an exorcist, for the sake of your master. Think of your master; he must have hoped that you would become an excellent exorcist, inheriting his legacy and benefiting everyone, right? And look, I am doing just fine, aren't I? You won't harm anyone. Your master died for you because he loved you; do not let down his care and expectations."
I assure you, I said
I suddenly stood up and picked up the bow and arrow. Something happened. Although it was so dark, with my keen eyesight as sharp as an eagle's, I still saw a shadow appear in the rice field. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I could sense that it was moving through the rice field, causing the rice to fall over. It must be it! I immediately drew the bow and nocked an arrow
Various thoughts swirled in my mind as I rested one hand on my chin, curiously circling around her twice, scrutinizing her from top to bottom, even leaning in to take a sniff, but there was nothing particularly special. She stood there obediently, motionless, enduring my strange gaze; she was probably just a silly girl.
What happened to the rice field?
What if it is a ghost
"What is it, little child?" Her voice was like a broken bowstring, creaking and causing my heart to itch. I smiled, reached into my pocket for money, but suddenly my smile froze.
The little pomegranate looked at me with grievance: "It's not like I wanted to come here."
The master looked at me, gently patted my head, and said, "Our Lei has actually grown as well."
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"Demon Exorcist..." Little Pomegranate murmured
I slowly lay down, my heart filled with comfort. Little Pomegranate has departed, embarking on her own path, and has also stepped out from the shadow of her deceased master. If her master were still alive, he would surely wish to see such an outcome, for a master who is willing to sacrifice for his disciple would not want his disciple to remain lost in regret forever. At this moment, I suddenly thought of my own master. If I were to encounter danger, would my master use her life to save me? If her master were still alive, he would surely wish to see such an outcome, for a master who is willing to sacrifice for his disciple would not want his disciple to remain lost in regret forever. At this moment, I suddenly thought of my own master. If I were to encounter danger, would my master use her life to save me?
I am not sleeping, do not disturb me, I am working hard, I said
He stood quietly, without speaking, as if he had not heard anything
"Are there still ghosts?" Her lips pursed again
Let go, Pomegranate, let go! I can no longer shoot arrows!
"The master calls me Little Pomegranate." I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; isn't that just another way of calling me a little girl? It turns out that this ghost-fearing exorcist also has a master. However, upon further reflection, it is not surprising that since archers have masters, exorcists do as well. Are exorcists really that powerful? At least Little Pomegranate, at such a young age, indeed possesses remarkable healing abilities
The master also smiled and patted Lei Long, saying: "Lei Long, you have grown up again"
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Should we shoot the arrow or not
Wuwu... I am leaving, Lei... If by any chance I encounter any misfortune... Wuwu... You must remember me...
For several consecutive days, there has been no news from the dragon.
Ah? I jumped up high, "Is Master worried that you eat too much and can't support you?"
Little Pomegranate, there is nothing more to worry about I said gently
I began to feel a bit dizzy again and, in a mix of laughter and tears, asked: "Since you are an exorcist, why are you still afraid of ghosts?"
Many days have passed since the full moon, and I am truly worried. The days without the dragon are exceedingly dull. I have so much to tell it, about that demon hunter, about her master, and much more. By the way, the master is also concerned; I know this. Sometimes, when I am not paying attention, she quietly gazes into the distance, and at times she is so distracted that she forgets to fetch water. Dragon, oh dragon, where are you? By the way, the master is also concerned; I know this. Sometimes, when I am not paying attention, she quietly gazes into the distance, and at times she is so distracted that she forgets to fetch water. Dragon, oh dragon, where are you?
My son! the old grandmother cried out, rushing over without even taking her cane. The villagers around were still chattering away.
"Ghost, ghost!" Suddenly, the person lying on the stretcher sat up, shouting hoarsely, his eyes revealing a look of terror, and then he collapsed back down, utterly exhausted
"Is it not possible to grow here?" I asked
The little pomegranate still stood there, with her head lowered, but the only difference was that she suddenly smiled
"Grandma," I struggled to get up from the bed, "where is the little pomegranate?"
Indeed," the grandmother said affectionately, "she said she wants to become a true exorcist
Something has happened, something has happened
The master no longer wants me, hetushucomcom no longer wants me... Wuwu...
Haunted! The more everyone talks, the more frightened they become; the more they discuss, the more terrifying it gets, it is simply about to boil over
The little pomegranate stood there, seemingly unaware of fatigue, completely motionless. Even I began to feel a bit tired, yet I dared not relax in the slightest. Although I am not the main character, I still feel a sense of concern for the little pomegranate. Can she really manage this?
The days without the dragon are very lonely. Aside from some concern for the dragon, there is nothing else to think about. Autumn is becoming more pronounced, the leaves are dyed in rich colors, swaying gently as they drift down from the sky, one by one. I watch foolishly, as if there are many lazy butterflies dancing before my eyes
I nodded again. The little pomegranate no longer spoke, silently watching, lost in thought. At that moment, she subtly exhibited an air of solemnity and nobility. It was only after a long time that I realized this was the demeanor of a great mage
The earth has once again regained its tranquility, restoring the true colors of the night. However, the earth is now even quieter than before, having returned to its former ease and serenity, while the night has become so mysterious and gentle. The moon slowly peeks out, casting a silvery glow over the land. I suddenly thought, today is the night of the full moon; I wonder how Lailong is doing now
Indeed, the light in his hand grew stronger, presenting a bluish glow that could even illuminate the pale face of the injured person. The light seemed almost alive, fluctuating in size like the beating of a heart, mysterious and beautiful. His hand began to move slowly, transitioning from the forehead of the injured to the chest, the lower abdomen, the thighs, the calves, and finally, the light vanished at the heels. The man's hand gradually fell, his head bowed, his expression unreadable, yet he stood there quietly, motionless. The villager lying on the stretcher no longer made a sound, sinking into a deep sleep, the blood on his body ceased to flow, and astonishingly, the wounds healed completely in a very short time, as if they had never existed.
Is that really the case? Little Pomegranate stopped crying, though her nose was still sniffing, and she asked.
Good days passed like this, day after day. Suddenly, one day, Long came to find me with a face full of snot and tears, which startled me greatly
In the evening, I also left the village. My wounds had healed; Little Pomegranate must have treated me. I only felt a surge of strength flowing within me, the strength of Little Pomegranate. There was one more thing to do. I slung my bow over my back and looked at the setting sun. The afterglow of the sun was so warm; I closed my eyes and enjoyed it for a moment, then strode out of the village.
The kind old lady let me into her house and even prepared a sumptuous dinner for me. I began to feel grateful that I had saved this village, for it was filled with good people, just like the village where I was born. I surveyed the small thatched cottage, finding only the old lady inside.
But I caused Master to die, she said tearfully
The following evening
"Grandma, could you give me something to eat? I haven't had dinner yet." How unfortunate, I have gone from buying rice to begging for food, that detestable old master!
There is no way out; Little Pomegranate is scared. I can only wait bored with my eyes wide open. Little Pomegranate simply grabs the corner of my clothes, nervously looking around, eyes wide open, and her tiny neck keeps twisting back and forth, almost about to snap.
I touched my head with a sense of grievance and muttered to myself, "I really don't understand, it's not intentional."
I do not share the same perspective as him, and said: "How do you know there are ghosts? Have you ever seen one?"
I felt as if my whole body had fallen apart, and with great effort, I leaned against the tree, gritting my teeth to stand up again. I raised the bow and arrow once more, the bow feeling as heavy as if it were filled with lead in my hands
The snow is drifting down at this moment, and it is falling even more heavily
"It belongs to my master," Little Pomegranate raised her head again, "I understand now, my master is not dead," as she spoke, she slowly placed her hands over her heart, "He is in my heart, I know, he will always protect me." Little Pomegranate's smile was radiant, yet tears rolled down her cheeks, glistening tears
I nodded in approval
It is not you, do not think this way, as it will cause you eternal suffering, and you will no longer be able to be a good exorcist.
The oddly dressed little man ignored us and continued to cast his spell. The surrounding villagers also ceased their noise and watched with curiosity. I knew this was a basic healing technique, which I had seen my master use before
Little Pomegranate? You mean the girl who saved you, right? She has already left
At this moment, the wind grew stronger. The gusts, which had been intermittent, transformed into a relentless gale, striking without warning. The once relatively calm rice fields suddenly began to churn violently, emitting roars that were both wild and eerie. The wind intensified, and the sky darkened, resembling ink. Eventually, the wind morphed into a wailing sound, akin to a heart-wrenching cry, piercing through the eardrums and reaching deep into the heart. Waves of chill surged forth, as if every hair on the body was about to stand on end. The wind continued to grow stronger, and the sky became increasingly dark, resembling ink. The wind ultimately turned into a mournful sound, reminiscent of a tragic wail, penetrating the eardrums and invading the heart, with waves of coldness rising, as if every hair was about to stand on end.
Suddenly, another woman began to cry, her face streaked with tears and snot as she said, "Oh God, how are we going to get through this day, our crops..." Sadness and pain filled the entire small village
My hands began to tremble for the first time; after aiming at the enemy, I hesitated so much. This arrow felt so heavy, heavy enough to leave me unable to decide
The little pomegranate remained kneeling on the ground, its head nearly touching the earth, still crying out, the voice so desperate, so painful
Yes, it must be haunted
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Little Pomegranate slowly raised her head from the picture book, the setting sun casting a rosy glow on her face. She appeared somewhat serious yet resolute, and before she knew it, Little Pomegranate seemed to have grown up.
"It is possible," Little Pomegranate said hesitantly
"Lei," she said, looking down at the sea of rice again, "this time I will not be afraid, nor will I back down"
"Ghost!" Little Pomegranate clung tightly to me, refusing to let go, making it impossible for me to shoot arrows. In my anxiety, I tried to shake my hand vigorously, but Little Pomegranate seemed glued to my arm, unwilling to release her grip.
Someone nudged me and said, "Hey, Lei, don't fall asleep."
Should we shoot the arrow or not
There are some!
Grandmother ... ...
The gale had risen. The little pomegranate stood quietly, motionless, her robe fluttering in the wind. Slowly, she lifted her head, her eyes shining brightly, like the most beautiful moonlight. She stared blankly at the sky, her lips murmuring something incomprehensible. The wind grew stronger, emitting a roar akin to that of a wild beast, and in the midst of this fierce wind, a dark shadow appeared in the deepest darkness.
I knelt down and gently held the trembling shoulders of the little pomegranate, saying, "It's all right, silly child, it's all over."
I know there are ghosts, because I am a demon hunter
"It's really strange," I scratched my head and said, "It should be that ghosts are afraid of you; how could you be afraid of ghosts?" Little Pomegranate pouted and fell silent.
This guy
No, the little pomegranate raised its head, its eyes filled with tears, sparkling in the firelight. "It is all my fault, it is all my fault, Master died because of me..."
I do not understand. Despite the master explaining a lot, I am still confused.
The dragon-like creature was running while flapping its wings, almost resembling a hen. Upon seeing me, it ran even faster, spreading its wings wide. I was deeply moved and opened my arms, preparing for a warm embrace after a long separation. To my surprise, the dragon-like creature dashed past me, leaving me empty-handed, my arms awkwardly still outstretched. When I turned around, I saw that it had already embraced my master.
Leilong was so moved that he suddenly embraced me and began to cry loudly, with snot and tears streaming down like rain. My head and neck were covered in that sticky substance, and I felt too embarrassed to pull away. So I endured the rain of snot and tears while being held by Leilong. The master looked disgusted, frowned, and turned to leave.
Hero, the villager said respectfully, we are grateful to you; you have not only saved this person but also brought vitality to our village that had lost all hope
"Little pomegranate," I shouted
"My master is also a demon exorcist; he is a very, very good master," Little Pomegranate murmured, lost in the memories of the past
You are awake, young man, ah, finally awake, you made me worry all day, old lady.
I comforted, "Don't be afraid, when that guy arrives, I will shoot arrows, and you hide behind me, using your magic."
I immediately recalled that moonlight; the brilliance of the full moon transformed the dragon-like figure into a true dragon, at least in appearance.
On a midday of the first snowfall, while I was sweeping snow outside the door, I heard the cheerful loud voice of a dragon in the distance
The moon in the sky was obscured by thick dark clouds, and the atmosphere was quite gloomy. I sat quietly in the field, with my bow beside me. Here, one could clearly see the endless expanse of rice paddies. The rice fields at night are entirely different from those during the day; as the wind blows, they roll and sway, producing a chilling sound, reminiscent of the sea, evoking a sense of eeriness. My master once said that at the moment of releasing the arrow, the archer must maintain a clear mind and a steadfast will; calmness and relaxation are key. Even if thousands of troops gallop past, even if the heavens collapse and the earth shatters, one must remain unmoved. I sat cross-legged, simply closed my eyes, took a deep breath, relaxed my body, and focused my will, conserving my energy.
What are you laughing at? I asked
Wuwuwu ... ... My good brother, I am leaving, wuwuwu ... ...
Your master will not blame you; otherwise, he would not have saved you
The crowd surged as a stretcher was carried into the village, the person on the stretcher covered in blood
So it turns out that the dragon is so afraid of death. I comforted him, saying: "Don't be afraid, it's alright. When you encounter danger, just run quickly. I know you have always run very fast, it's just that you can't fly very well..."
One day, I thought my abilities were quite remarkable, so I secretly slipped out without my master's knowledge. Unexpectedly, on that same night, with no moon and a strong wind, a terrifying demon appeared. Originally, I could have escaped, but I overestimated my capabilities and began to perform the de-demonization spell. To my surprise..." At this point, Little Pomegranate paused and began to cry softly. I patiently watched her, allowing her to vent the pain in her heart.
I sighed and said, "Little Pomegranate, this is not your fault"
The crops suddenly fell down, and it was unclear what had happened
I find it impossible; someone must be causing trouble. We must catch this person. What do you think? Surely you are not afraid of a mere individual
From this story, I suddenly understood a principle: not only archers, but also exorcists need confidence. Perhaps this is required in everything we do. I am beginning to comprehend my master's words.
Therefore, in the evening, I insisted on having Little Pomegranate stay to guard, as the villagers had all returned home, and there was no need to let innocent villagers be harmed
To shoot or not to shoot
"No, there isn't," the old lady said, "so everyone in the village has gone to guard the rice fields. It's been several days in a row, and they haven't caught a single one. However, quite a few people in the village have been injured..."
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Let me put an end to all this, please do not interfere, alright
Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Break
Upon arriving at the village, I discovered that it had completely restored its original appearance. The traces of destruction left by the black dragon had long since vanished, leaving only the scattered yet orderly cottages, neat pathways, clean threshing grounds, and charming little wells. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride; all of this is my achievement, heh heh, heh heh heh
"Where are you going?" I asked in surprise
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"What do you want to do to my child?" The old lady was taken aback and wanted to stop him
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There are no ghosts, I said
"What happened? What happened?" the old lady asked nervously
What is your name, little one
I looked at the dragon-like creature with a hint of jealousy; it had clearly grown taller, its dragon features becoming increasingly pronounced. Its body had become even whiter, seemingly emitting a faint white glow, making it more and more handsome. I felt a twinge of envy at how quickly the dragon-like creature could grow.
"Ghost!" Suddenly, Little Pomegranate tugged at my sleeve, crying out in a whiny voice. With her pull, my arm shook, and the arrow flew out askew, disappearing without a trace, veering off course by an unimaginable distance. The swift wind and waves transformed the arrow into a chaotic flight, swaying this way and that.
It is now time, as there is not much time left until the next full moon. The dragon must find another sacred place of the dragons to receive the blessings of the Moon Goddess and grow once more
The same vast rice fields, seemingly devoid of the breathtaking scene from yesterday, have been dyed a golden hue by the evening sunlight, gently rolling in waves. A refreshing scent of rice wafts through, invigorating the senses, embodying the essence of the earth, the aroma of harvest, and the breath of life. By the edge of the rice field, a slender figure stands quietly; her cloak is stirred by the gentle breeze, appearing so ethereal, yet tinged with a hint of sorrow
After looking for a long time, I said: "Could it be that these fallen rice plants are haunted by ghosts? They look very much like they have been trampled on, deliberately damaging these crops"
The sound of gongs echoed from the distant village, and the villagers who came to extinguish the fire had already appeared at the village entrance. My heart felt a sense of relief, and I became weak all over, collapsing to the ground, suddenly losing all awareness.
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There are some
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I am starting to feel a bit dizzy
I did not bring any money
Should we shoot the arrow or not
I heard it, whose voice is it?
Master, if you are watching from above, please bless your disciple! As she spoke, her hands began to emit a strong radiance, vibrant and dazzling, captivating to the eyes. The light shot straight towards the shadow, like the sharpest arrow!
I hurriedly dropped the broom and rushed outside. Outside, the snow was gently falling, transforming the prairie into a beautiful expanse of white. In the distance, a figure was sprinting towards me, stirring up snowflakes that danced in the air. Oh my! Why hasn't the dragon-like creature gotten used to flying yet? It is still running! Dragons are supposed to be flying dragons; it seems that this one is destined to be a running dragon. I ran over, arms wide open. The door opened, and my master also came out, shielding his eyes with his hand, smiling as he gazed into the distance. Why hasn't the dragon-like creature gotten used to flying yet? It is still running! Dragons are supposed to be flying dragons; it seems that this one is destined to be a running dragon. I ran over, arms wide open. The door opened, and my master also came out, shielding his eyes with his hand, smiling as he gazed into the distance.
How can you be like this? You can actually stand by and watch while others suffer. Look at those poor villagers; can you bear to see them like this? Do you have any compassion left in you? Just rolling up your sleeves and running away, what does that even mean? What kind of pretentious attitude is that! The more I spoke, the angrier I became, and I couldn't stop myself, my words flowed like a torrent, and saliva flew everywhere. As I continued to scold, I found myself gaining more strength and feeling more exhilarated; no wonder my master enjoys scolding others so much, it truly is invigorating.
Please, hero, save us
Hero, please rid our village of the pests. Our crops are our lifeline; if the crops are destroyed, we will not survive this winter. Please eliminate the scourge that roams in the fields for us
He turned around, looked at me, and came to a stop
"No, don't!" Little Pomegranate suddenly stopped me, stood up again, and blood was already seeping from the corner of her mouth. "Let me do it, I am a Demon Exorcist." Saying this, she walked past me with her head held high and began to recite the incantation again. I was filled with conflicting emotions; on one hand, I was afraid she would get hurt, but on the other hand, I did not dare to act rashly, because I knew that Little Pomegranate had to overcome herself in order to embrace a new life. Otherwise, she would never regain the confidence of a Demon Exorcist. I could only silently pray for Little Pomegranate.
Suddenly, a deep and steady voice of a man resonated, as shocking as thunder in the sky! The light surged violently, instantly enveloping the shadow. The black mist and white light intertwined, with the white light growing stronger and stronger. Beams of light shot out one after another, and in the most intense explosion, the earth was shrouded in light, and all things were bathed in white light, turning the night into day in an instant! In this intense explosion, the shadow transformed into smoke, disappearing without a trace in the blazing white light, while a terrifying roar echoed back and forth in the valley, gradually becoming faint and inaudible. The light surged violently, instantly enveloping the shadow. The black mist and white light intertwined, with the white light growing stronger and stronger. Beams of light shot out one after another, and in the most intense explosion, the earth was shrouded in light, and all things were bathed in white light, turning the night into day in an instant! In this intense explosion, the shadow transformed into smoke, disappearing without a trace in the blazing white light, while a terrifying roar echoed back and forth in the valley, gradually becoming faint and inaudible.
Little girl
He quietly gazed at the injured person for a while, then slowly placed his hands on the man's forehead, remaining still. Soon, a faint glow appeared on his hands, and the injured villager let out a painful moan
It is indeed an exorcism. To put it simply, wherever there are spirits disturbing human life, there will be exorcists.
Little Pomegranate did not look at the dark shadow; she simply raised her hands high above her head, spreading them wide as if to embrace the sky. Then, her voice began to resonate, reciting the most ancient and obscure incantation. The sound of the incantation started as a low whisper, faint and almost inaudible amidst the howling wind. However, soon, the voice grew louder, no longer emanating from Little Pomegranate's chest, but rather from some mysterious space, where countless invisible souls sang together. This rhythmic whispering became increasingly resounding, even drowning out the wailing of the fierce wind. The two sounds alternated, rising and falling; at times, the wind's roar prevailed, while at other moments, the whisper surged back, growing louder and more intense. Ultimately, the wind erupted into a terrifying roar, akin to a frenzied beast, causing Little Pomegranate's body to tremble and suddenly collapse to the ground.
Little Pomegranate! I exclaimed, rushing forward, drawing my bow and aiming at the shadow.
Bang! My head was suddenly struck hard. I rubbed my head and turned my head.
Suddenly, the village was in an uproar, as if something had happened, with a clamor all around. The old grandmother stood up trembling, and I quickly supported her as we stepped outside. I saw many people pouring into the village, countless torches illuminating the area; it was the villagers returning.
Has this villain been captured
I laughed, "Running so fast, it would truly be difficult for a ghost to catch up."
Then... can you open your eyes? I... am scared...
Little Pomegranate bit her lip and said, "You promise there are no ghosts?"
The wind has ceased
I want to die, good master
At that moment, a slender figure squeezed through the crowd and approached the stretcher. This person was dressed oddly, wrapped from head to toe in a black cloak, making it impossible to discern their features, except for a pair of sparkling eyes. They appeared so frail that it seemed a slight push would send them tumbling. It looked as though they were not from this village; where could they have come from?
"Grandma, are you all alone?" I asked
Ghost, ghost! It is a ghost!
There is none
"Don't move, grandmother," I said as I held onto her, "he is saving your son"
What happened? I asked curiously
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That demon is not an ordinary ghost; it is exceedingly powerful... The exorcism failed, and then the demon ensnared my soul. At that moment, my master arrived. To save me, he... he... used his own life to seal the demon... Wuwuwu, my master must hate me very much now... Wuwuwu, he also coughed up blood like this, and blood splattered all over me. Wuwuwu, my master is so pitiful... It's all my fault... Wuwuwu, he also coughed up blood like this, and blood splattered all over me. Wuwuwu, my master is so pitiful... It's all my fault...
No, Master! Please, Master! Do not die!
The wind remains fierce, like a knife, like a hook, like the waves of the sea, like a raging tide. The archer stands firm and unmoved, allowing it to rampage, allowing it to unleash its fury. The strong cannot endure for long, and the powerful cannot hold on indefinitely. Finally, amidst the gaps of the howling wind, a trace of calm emerges, and a slight smile appears at the corner of my mouth; it is precisely at this moment
I feel a bit dizzy, so I have no choice but to open my eyes and look at the little pomegranate, "If I had known, I wouldn't have brought you along."
Arriving at a farmhouse, I gently knocked on the door. With a creak, the door opened, and an elderly lady, who appeared to have few teeth left, emerged, leaning on her cane and sizing me up from head to toe
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I nodded slightly, "Even if your master has passed away, he will still be by your side, forever watching over you. Trust me. Cheer up, Exorcist."
When I woke up, what I saw was a kind face full of wrinkles
The arrow shot out rapidly, fiercely rubbing against the air, burning intensely, transforming into a streak of fire that shot towards the dark figure! To my astonishment, the arrow actually penetrated the shadow, flying towards the distance without any obstruction, as if the shadow did not exist at all. My heart sank; could it really be a ghost? Impossible, but what could possibly be penetrated by an arrow like air? The trajectory of the arrow left a line of fire, which quickly began to burn fiercely, and in the glow of the flames, the shadow slowly disappeared. Impossible, but what could possibly be penetrated by an arrow like air? The trajectory of the arrow left a line of fire, which quickly began to burn fiercely, and in the glow of the flames, the shadow slowly disappeared.
"Gone?" I asked in confusion
It is truly eerie; I just saw a shadow, dark and indistinct
Let go of me! You nasty girl!
Hurry, hurry, find a doctor
He did not speak, hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked forward, removing the cloak that enveloped him from his head, revealing his entire face
She suddenly glanced at me with dissatisfaction and said, "Don't call me little girl; look at yourself, aren't you small as well? With your slender arms and legs..." I was greatly affected by this.
What happened? Little Pomegranate? I felt completely weak, as if I were exhausted, and gently asked.
Night has fallen
"Go back, you haven't eaten anything yet, have you?" I said after a while
I stared blankly, realizing that he was actually a little girl! With a slender frame, fair skin, and a thin braid tied at the back of her head, she had a pair of bright, sparkling eyes that shone in the darkness. Is this what a demon exorcist looks like? How have I never heard of such a profession? And she's just a little girl?
The master said, "The rice is not enough, go to the nearby village to buy some rice"
It is Little Pomegranate. I know she will be here, because only here can she break free from the past and bravely step onto the path of the future
"Who will save my child?" The old lady was already hoarse, looking helplessly at the villagers. I was also anxious; if only the master were here, sigh, why didn't I learn the master's medical skills?
"Did you hear that sound just now?" asked Little Pomegranate
He still has not spoken
I remained silent, yet everything became clear. It turned out that Little Pomegranate's fear of ghosts stemmed from the knot within her heart. The death of her master left her with immense guilt, and this pain tightly bound her, causing her to lose confidence in dispelling demons. When I was thrown out by the power of the ghost and the spirit of the book, violently spitting blood, it seemed as if everything was replaying before Little Pomegranate's eyes, leading her to finally break down and nearly go mad, poor Little Pomegranate
The story has come to an end
Then, she still felt uneasy, saying, "If there is any danger, you must protect me."
I will fight it! Some villagers, their eyes reddened, were about to rush out. His wife desperately held onto him, crying and shouting, refusing to let go at all. The desperate villagers were in complete disarray.
"I am afraid of ghosts," that person suddenly spoke, their voice youthful, likely even younger than mine, sounding quite aggrieved
The grandmother held her son's hand, overwhelmed with joy and tears. The villagers surrounded the stranger, discussing among themselves and whispering.
That person hesitated for a moment, then turned and left the village, leaving behind a group of villagers standing in place with their mouths agape.
It must be haunted, yet everyone saw nothing
The Arrow of the Gale Breaking the Waves
No, wuwuwu, it was I who caused Master’s death
It is very far away. I looked at my master
"It won't be a problem, don't worry," I said. "If it's a person, my arrow can teach him a lesson; if it's a ghost, your magic will come into play."
Alas, Master, I have burdened myself with a sack and reluctantly set out to buy rice
"Fool." The master, annoyed, struck me hard on the head and went off to fetch water by himself
At that moment, the little pomegranate suddenly placed her hands in front of her and shouted loudly
So it is. I suddenly realized that the growth of the dragon is inseparable from the moonlight, and of course it also requires a special location: the sacred place of the dragon
Today, someone has again vandalized the rice fields, and another person has been injured
The little pomegranate looked up at me in surprise
Someone is injured
Wait a moment! I shouted breathlessly from behind.
Alas, the others have all gone to see the rice fields
Should we shoot the arrow or not
The villagers thought he was unwilling, and suddenly all knelt down. The man was taken aback and took a step back
One day, a family suddenly discovered that their rice field had been ravaged, with all the rice plants leaning in disarray, as if trampled by someone. Alas, what a sin! This is the most precious crop for farmers, truly! The old grandmother began to lament, and I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for these hardworking individuals.
However, the shadow suddenly engulfed that light, resembling an endless black hole. The light quickly dimmed, flickering as if it could extinguish at any moment. My palms were already drenched in sweat
It was the master who didn't give me any money. What kind of master is this! How am I supposed to buy rice? Am I to be sold off in exchange for rice? Well, this is great; I've made a trip for nothing. My smile quickly turned into a frown, and I pitifully said to the old lady:
"Master, Master! It was I who harmed you, Master, it was I who harmed you..." I looked in terror as the shadow had already approached behind Little Pomegranate, who was completely unaware. I took a deep breath, my chest aching terribly, as if my internal organs had shifted positions; even inhaling was painfully excruciating! I could not bear to see Little Pomegranate get hurt, so I endured the intense pain, drew my bow, and nocked an arrow
The bow is a remarkably refined weapon. Unlike an axe, which can be swung mindlessly to inflict damage, resulting in severe injury or even death upon impact; and unlike swords, which can be used for both offense and defense, the bow is unique. In the moment an arrow is released, everything is determined, for once the arrow is shot, it cannot return, nor can one have regrets, much like life itself. Therefore, for an archer, the most crucial factor is confidence. The bow is unique; in the moment an arrow is released, everything is determined, for once the arrow is shot, it cannot return, nor can one have regrets, much like life itself. Therefore, for an archer, the most crucial factor is confidence
The little pomegranate nodded
The Way of the Bow
"I don't want to be a demon slayer," Little Pomegranate shook her head like a rattle drum, "I have already caused the death of my master, and I almost caused your death too"
That morning, I decided to take a closer look at those rice fields to see who was causing trouble. Since the little pomegranate is so timid, I should help these villagers; I cannot just take advantage of their hospitality.
This is too much! I couldn't help but feel angry and chased after him. That person walked very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had left the village. His speed was indeed comparable to that of a dragon.
A Mao was the boldest, chasing after it, but unexpectedly...
If the arrow is released, the little pomegranate may never be able to become a demon remover.
Does everyone still remember the village where I met the dragon-like creature? That's right, it is the Village of Solitude. After walking a long distance, I finally saw the curling smoke rising from the Village of Solitude; it was already dusk. I need to hurry, as my stomach is starting to rumble.
The little pomegranate was still weeping. The flames illuminated her frail figure, trembling incessantly. I slowly walked over. The wind had ceased, and only the fire continued to burn, crackling with sound
Do not! I am afraid!
The rice planted this year is particularly good, lush and green, large and heavy, and it looks like a bountiful harvest. Now that autumn has arrived, it is time to harvest the rice, and in a few days, the sickles will be out for the harvest. Who would have thought, alas ... ...
Fool! I don't know when, but the master appeared and said, "The dragon must grow; it cannot linger in this place forever"
The Way of the Bow
Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up! The master has added another kick
She looked at me somewhat aggrieved and said, "It's not like that anymore; I don't want to be a demon hunter now."
"What a foolish boy," the master frowned, "Have you already forgotten how the dragon transformed from a class dragon?"
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What does a demon remover do? Finally, I asked.
I couldn't help but say, as I quietly took down the bow and arrows
If the arrow is not released, the little pomegranate will be swallowed by that dark shadow
The little pomegranate was stunned, looking at me, suddenly knelt down on the ground, desperately pounding the earth with its hands, shouting hoarsely:
"A-Mao... wake up..." In between, there were also the cries of the old grandmother.