Chapter Seven, Ghosts and Monsters "Sakur"

Hurry up

The fat man hurriedly tried to mediate. However, the old black man turned to look at me, shaking his head repeatedly and said: "I don't want your cigarette. How about this, you give me your sticks, and we'll consider this matter settled."

However, after all, we were the ones who deceived first. At this moment, when Lao Hei shouted like this, none of us brothers felt comfortable standing up.

The divine stick was in my hand, and the old black man kept urging me. I furrowed my brows, steeled my heart, and casually struck the divine stick heavily on the head of "Cakur." With a dull thud, I focused my gaze on "Cakur," who seemed unaffected, while the old black man looked at me with a surprised expression.

He glared at me and started cursing. Just as I was about to retort, "Cakur" suddenly launched an attack, raising his other paw and striking Old Black with a punch. Old Black, in pain, fell to the ground, and the hand that was gripping the copper coin rope also loosened. This loosening completely ruined everything; "Cakur" lost control, completely breaking free from the constraints of the copper coin rope, stood upright, and let out a roar. Then, unexpectedly, he turned his head and lunged at me.

The roar shook my eardrums, and soon I could no longer hear the sound clearly. Ancient hunters often employed a tactic of mimicking the calls of their prey to attract them closer for capture, or imitating the roars of wild beasts to scare off surrounding predators. This horn operates on the aforementioned principle, but I cannot imagine what ferocious beast the emitted roar originates from.

This is one of the most thrilling moments I experienced a few years ago. The creature before me, known as "Sakur," bore a striking resemblance to a human, with a head that appeared to be little more than skin stretched over bone. Its eyes lacked pupils and were entirely red, resembling light more than a physical object. It emitted a low growl, and although it seemed light, it felt incredibly heavy when it was pressing down on me

The stout man exclaimed, gripping a shovel in his hand. Upon seeing "Cakur" reach in, he immediately rushed forward and struck at the black claw with the shovel. The top of the shovel was quite sharp, and the stout man was strong; after a few hits, "Cakur" cried out in pain and quickly withdrew that hand

The fat man casually responded, "What he recited is the incantation of the Motan sect, which is different from that of the Daba sect. The Motan sect places greater emphasis on the subjugation of ghosts and monsters, and it is a faith with very few followers. It is said that their origins are the mountain spirits and monsters, but this can no longer be verified."

"Cakur" cried out in pain, while the old black man sneered a few times and said with a fierce tone: "You, the local beast, have been staring at me for several days, haven't you? Last time I let you escape, do you still want to take revenge on me? This time, I will not let you slip away!" He then turned to me and shouted: "Daba's little apprentice, hurry up and use the divine stick to lock it up!"

Upon hearing this, the stout man gave me a meaningful glance, indicating that I should settle the matter with the stick. At that moment, I was unaware of what had gone awry in my mind, and for some reason, I shook my head and said, "I need to keep the stick."

He ran to the wooden door in three quick steps, reached out, and pulled the door open. The figure outside, "Sakur," was clearly taken aback, mumbling and retreating. At that moment, the old man flicked his hand, and standing behind him, I vaguely saw him throw out a black rope, which was strung with several copper coins, the very coins that the fat man had previously identified as the ritual implements of the Motan sect.

Brother Lao Hei, why haven't you taken action yet

The copper coin was flung into the air, pulled by a black rope, and suddenly ensnared the wrist of "Cakur." Just as "Cakur" was about to break free, the old man began to chant incantations. As he recited the spell, a large amount of black mist erupted from "Cakur's" entire hand, causing his body to tilt and collapse to the ground, continuously emitting cries of agony. He appeared to be in great pain yet unable to resist.

The force of this impact on the door was considerable; a long crack immediately appeared in the wooden door in front of me. This force was nearly equivalent to that of us young men

Alright, I will take over!

"Cakur" was terrified by the deafening sound that erupted from the horn, covering his ears and retreating continuously. The old black man had a cold expression, drawing out a beast bone dagger and charging forward fiercely. This guy appeared weak, but his skills were remarkable, as he swiftly grabbed hold of "Cakur" and then raised the dagger, aiming to stab directly into "Cakur"'s eyes.

It felt as if I had regained a part of my life, and I took a deep breath, slowly getting up from the ground. I touched my neck and only then realized the true reason for having regained my life. It was the amulet given to me by Daba, which I had kept close to me all along, playing a crucial role at this critical moment

Bang

Xiao Liu, after all, is merely a scholar, and his expression revealed a hint of anxiety.

Slowly opening its mouth, I did not see any teeth, but I understood in my heart that if it bit me, my life might be in danger. At that moment, I struggled with all my might; however, I had not eaten enough and had not rested well, and my strength was indeed limited, so I could not push this monster off me at all. I saw its dark, cavernous mouth getting closer and closer to my neck. Just at this critical moment, "Cakour" seemed to sense something unusual, as if a snake had encountered realgar, and suddenly jumped away from my body.

I apologize, Brother Black. At that time, we were afraid that you would not take us in, so we fabricated some words. Please calm down; I have a pack of Peony brand cigarettes here. If you want, take it and smoke.

My hearing finally returned to normal, and I hurried over, only to see the old man picking up the copper coins again and stringing them around the neck of the injured "Cakul." The "Cakul," surrounded by the copper coins, eventually transformed completely into black mist. I noticed that one of the coins among the few had turned entirely black, perhaps it was locked within.

It truly is the case that the persimmon seeks the softest to squeeze. "Cakur" must certainly know that the old black is not easy to deal with, so he wants to eliminate me first. I kept retreating, but unexpectedly slipped and fell to the ground. Cakur took the opportunity to pounce on me, pinning me down completely with his claws.

The fat man said with a smile that everyone felt a sense of having survived a disaster. Who would have thought that the old black man suddenly turned around and stared at me with an unfriendly gaze, and in a low voice scolded, "You little brats are not being honest, dare to deceive me!"

Is it alive? This is a creature of the earth, also known as a ghost or monster, do you understand

I was taken aback; I have seen with my own eyes that the shaman can lock spirits, but I cannot do it. The fat man just casually mentioned it, yet unexpectedly, the old black man took it seriously.

Brother Lao Hei is truly impressive

Li Qian, feeling curious, saw at this moment that "Cakuer" was subdued by the old black man, and her expression softened a bit, so she opened her mouth to ask a question

The pain was unbearable for "Cakur," who struggled incessantly, trying to shake off the old black man. However, the old black man held on tightly to the dagger, refusing to let go. At that moment, a large amount of black mist emerged from the area where the dagger had pierced the eye, identical to what had been seen earlier on "Cakur's" hand. The black mist floated in the air and soon dissipated into the heavy rain. After the significant loss of black mist, "Cakur's" strength seemed to diminish, and he ultimately collapsed to the ground like an injured beast, struggling in the mud. The expression on his face, washed by the rain, appeared to show a hint of pity.

What chant is this? It sounds different from what Daba recites

At that time, I was actually somewhat puzzled. First, why did the candlelight in that house extinguish by itself? Second, if Old Hei could lock this ghost by himself, why did he still want me to use the divining rod to lock it?

Old Hei shouted a few more times, and at that moment, I felt a sense of being caught in a dilemma. Slowly, I drew the divine stick that Daba had given me from my waist and cautiously approached the back of "Cakuer." I recalled how Daba had locked the ghost at that time, but all I remembered was a gust of wind passing by, and nothing else.

You little brat, it turns out you can't do anything!

Is this thing alive? Could it not be a ghost?

Lao Hei had just been tinkering with something, and at this moment, he finally got it ready to take action

The third impact of the monster struck the wooden door, completely breaking open the cracks on its surface. Then, one could see "Sakule" reaching its entire hand through the fissure. Rather than a hand, it resembled a claw, with long, black nails and an incredibly rough palm surface, resembling tree bark.

The old black head shouted without turning back, and just as he was speaking, the wooden door was slammed again. This time, the force seemed even heavier, and the cracks on the wooden door were widened into a longer gap. Through the gap, one could vaguely see the true form of "Sakuer." The pitch-black skin, ears like spikes, and blood-red eyes made it look just like a monster from a comic book.

As "Cakuer" stepped back, the old black man had already gotten up from the ground. Although he had just suffered a loss, it was certainly not a time to rest. He raised his hand and lifted the small horn, blowing it forcefully. I originally thought this horn would emit the familiar dull sound, but to my surprise, what came from the horn was a roar. It sounded similar to a tiger's roar, but it was significantly louder.