Merchant of the Underworld

When everything was ready, I asked the villagers to work in pairs and start fishing for water ghosts. There was a distance of five meters between each group to prevent the water ghosts from struggling and injuring others.

As you can imagine, this front is very long!

I held my machete and patrolled back and forth with Oudama. My heart was tight, and I must not let anything happen, otherwise it will be my responsibility.

From time to time, villagers would catch water ghosts, and people would watch. I immediately ran over and shouted, "Don't look, just do your own thing!"

After being corrected three or five times, these villagers stopped taking such chances and concentrated on fishing for themselves.

From time to time, there are screams of water ghosts dying on the river bank, which sounds particularly sad.

Three hours later, a villager suddenly shouted: "Oh no, Master Zhang, the water monkey down there is too strong."

I looked over there and saw that the fishing rod in his hand was bent into a bow. He stuck out his butt and gnashed his teeth. His feet were dragged until two ditches were plowed on the ground. The power of this water monkey So big that it can be compared with a shark.

I immediately ran over, shouting as I ran: "Let go! Let go!"

But it was too late. The villager screamed and was dragged into the water with his fishing rod. My heart skipped a beat. Others stood up and looked around. Someone was ready to come and help. I was afraid that a chain reaction would occur, and that the embankment of a thousand miles would burst into an ant nest, and that no one could be saved by then. Fortunately, Secretary Dakang stepped forward in time and shouted for me: "Look at what you are doing, don't stand up and look."

Fortunately, the villager's partner was smarter and quickly put away the woodcutter, grabbed the fishing rod and pulled back. However, the force of the underwater thing was too strong, and he was about to be pulled down.

"Oudama!" I shouted.

Oudama turned into a white light and flew over, helping the villagers to pull back.

The two of them bought time for me. I jumped directly onto the shoal and ran towards the villager who was still struggling in the water. At this time, the villager was pulled up. After seeing what was behind him clearly, my eyes widened in surprise.

Is this also a water monkey?

It is twice as big as an ordinary water monkey! Moreover, his body was pitch black, with scales on his arms and neck, and gills on his face. In addition to still maintaining the outline of a human, he was basically a monster.

Its pair of sharp claws dug deeply into the villager's shoulders and dragged it hard under the water. The villager's chest was full of blood, which was extremely painful. His hands were holding on to the fishing line tightly, and blood was rubbed out on his palms.

I recited a mantra silently, swung my scimitar, and slashed at it with a sword energy. The water monkey let out a high-pitched scream and jumped back into the water with a splash. The fishing line suddenly came loose, and the villagers pulling the fishing rod and Otama almost sat on the ground, and the villagers in the water also fell.

At this time, four or five water monkeys emerged from the water behind him, grabbing his trouser legs and pulling him underwater. The villagers cried: "Master Zhang, save me!"

I was afraid that the scimitar would hurt him, so I took out the bag of incense ash from my arms and sprinkled it into the water.

Wherever the incense ashes touched, the water ghosts jumped back into the water screaming as if they had been burned. I took the opportunity to slash at them with my sword energy, and the water monkeys were split in half in the shallows and turned into a line of black smoke.

I finally pulled the villager out of the water, and both of them collapsed on the river beach from exhaustion.

I asked his partner to put some cooked glutinous rice in the pot. I wrapped the glutinous rice in the handkerchief that had just been filled with incense ash, and pulled out the black blood from the wound on the villager's shoulder. Then I dictated a few passages from the Tao Te Ching, and I recited a sentence to him. Say something to calm him down.

I told him to go back and rest. He wouldn't come today. Unexpectedly, this villager was a good man and shouted, "No, Master Zhang, I'm fine. I still want to kill water ghosts!"

"Okay, then you go back and change into clean clothes first, be careful of catching a cold." I nodded.

Oyu complained that she was hungry, so I fed her some essence and blood. She was full, but I felt very hungry. I was about to ask Secretary Dakang to get some food for everyone, when I saw women in the village gathering in groups. The ground came, carrying a basket and lunch box in his hand. It turned out that Secretary Dakang had asked people to go back and bring meals, and asked family members to deliver meals to the villagers.

I told everyone to take a break and eat before we start again.

These villagers never dreamed that they would be able to confront the water ghost head-on, and their previous sluggishness and hesitation were gone. During the meal, each one boasted to his wife about his morning achievements, as if they were all generals returning from victory, and the atmosphere on the river bank was heated.

As I looked at it, I felt very happy. It was finally off to a good start!

Secretary Dakang handed me a basket and said, "Master Zhang, you have worked hard this morning. This is the meal my wife made for you."

I had been hungry for a long time, and the aroma of the food made me move my index fingers. Although it was all fish, shrimp and white flour steamed buns, I was very happy to eat it.

After eating, I saw some villagers spreading cigarettes there. Remembering that I had bought some things from the town, I took out two red pagodas from my bag and asked Secretary Dakang to help me distribute them to everyone. This small favor earned the villagers a lot of gratitude, and it was worth it.

In the afternoon, I led the villagers to continue fighting. Some women stayed to watch. I told them to stay away. This was no child's play.

After the morning training, the villagers' mentality and skills have improved a lot. Some people were chatting with cigarettes in their mouths. The water ghost didn't panic when he bit the hook. He pulled it up and stabbed it with his hand, and then leisurely wrapped the blood bait and continued fishing. He was a veteran!

I made statistics and found that on average one water ghost was killed every minute. At this rate, it would take fifty hours to clear this river bend. Based on a ten-hour-a-day plan, that would be five days.

But among these water ghosts, there are a few that have special shapes, such as the black-skinned water ghosts we met in the morning. Once they bite the hook, neither of them will be able to hold them back. After experiencing several dangerous situations, I told them to throw away the fishing rod immediately if they encounter this kind of situation. Anyway, there are many spare ones...

The villagers worked until dark. When I looked at the time, it was 6:35, and told everyone to finish the work at 7:00 and continue at 6:00 tomorrow morning. Everyone said yes in unison with high morale.

However, at this moment, more than one villager was bitten by the water ghost, and it was extremely powerful!

More than a dozen villagers were dragged into the water at the same time. I ran along the river bank and shouted: "Throw it away, throw it all away!"

Everyone quickly threw away their fishing rods. Fortunately, no one had any trouble. I stood on the shore and took a look, and saw several huge shadows slowly sinking into the water. I wondered for a while, how could these black-skinned water ghosts move at the same time? Do they have intelligence and launch a unified counterattack against humans?

At this time, Oyu was sitting on a tree, her ears moving, and I asked her if she had noticed anything.

She said: "I thought I heard someone chanting a curse just now."

Then she pointed to the slope on the other side of the river, and sure enough there was a dark figure standing there: "Bad brother, look!"

I immediately chased after him, and the black shadow ran away when he saw me, but the opponent was not fast, so I took out the Sirius Whip from my arms and prepared to tie his legs and feet. At this time, the opponent waved his backhand, and several bird-like things flew over, carrying a strange fragrance.

I seem to have smelled this fragrance somewhere before.

The birds rushed towards me, and I slashed the air with the scimitar in my left hand several times, cutting down the birds.

The surroundings were so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. I turned on the light on my phone and saw something still struggling on the ground. My head suddenly buzzed. These birds are about the size of sparrows, with red bodies, pointed beaks, and red eyes.

Isn't this exactly...the corpse-scented bird raised by Senior Shu?