Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 832 Cut Him with a Sword

The aroma of the cream filled the room under the catalysis of the flames, and through the gaps in the doors and windows, it attracted the waiters wandering in the courtyard to sniff it, with a look of intoxication on their faces.

Zhao Siqi hid in the corner, holding his breath and concentrating, trying not to avoid the intoxicating fragrance.

The waiters in the courtyard thought the fragrance was pleasant and made them feel as if they were ascending to heaven, but Zhao Siqi clearly felt that their blood was surging, their spirits were trembling, and their souls were on the verge of leaving their bodies.

Zhao Siqi was also dressed as a waiter at this moment, wearing a hemp robe and a green head, blending among the servants.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, people worship the City God.

The temple fair is bustling with people during the day, but becomes silent at night.

Night is the hunting ground of ghosts and gods. Although the people in the city cannot see clearly, they can see the shadows and know that it is very dangerous at night. In addition to the evil bandits, there are also frequent strange things.

In the silent night, only the courtyard was brightly lit, with singing and dancing. The courtyard was near the City God Temple, and it was rich and magnificent.

Zhao Siqi sneaked in.

The county magistrate's retainers recruited people from among the refugees, but did not specify what they were to do. They only said they were recruiting people to work, and that they needed to be brave, healthy, and free of ties.

The refugees surrounded the retainers in a circle, and finally picked out only twelve of them, washed them clean, changed them into new clothes, and sent them to this villa.

The housekeeper had already set up rules, forbidding people to listen or look at anything carelessly, or to make a fuss when seeing anything strange.

At night, the main hall was filled with wine and banquets, incense and ointments were burned, and the lights made the hall golden.

The county magistrate came first with his attendants, and then the Taoist priests from the City God Temple came with musical instruments. After that, a strong wind blew, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Finally, it is like this now, with Taoist music playing in the room and the sounds of clinking glasses and toasting each other.

At first, Daole could cover up the sound of talking in the room, but when the butler led a group of beautiful girls in, Daole disappeared.

Soon the room was filled with the sounds of men and women having sex, mixed with loud conversations.

"Recently, bandits have been rampant, repeatedly attacking official roads. The mountain forests are dangerous, and we have to rely on the might of the gods."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Just send troops to encircle and suppress them. It just so happens that I still have some shortage of living souls under my command, so they can fill the gap."

"I'm not anxious, I'm just worried that the merchants and big families in the county will flee, which would be bad."

"Don't panic. Just extort some money from them and pretend to suppress the bandits. Once you have collected enough money, the bandit problem will naturally be eliminated."

"I rely on the God."

"Hahahaha, you are just a coward. Is it because you are not good at handling real money, or are women not fun?"

"I am used to being poor. Now that times have changed, I feel bad for the God. I will have to rely on you more in the future. If you can help me, I will cast a golden statue for the City God Temple this year."

"Okay, okay, if you gather some young and strong people, I can make a longevity pill for you and make you live a hundred years."

"The twelve waiters outside are all young and strong, just waiting for the Lord to show his skill!"

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

When Zhao Siqi heard the story and it happened to him, he immediately became alert. He wanted to leave again, but found that the gate of the courtyard was locked and there was no way to escape.

When the waiters in the courtyard heard these words, they were immediately awakened by the intoxicating aroma of the ointment, and hurriedly gathered towards the courtyard gate to escape, but found that the courtyard gate was locked tightly. The main door and the side door were all set up backwards. As long as they were locked from the outside, there would be no way out from inside.

"This is how to do?"

"Help--"

Zhao Siqi stepped forward and whispered, "Get out of the way."

The panicked waiter made way for him and saw him reach out to take out the bamboo sword and slash at the gate in mid-air.

The bamboo sword stopped in front of the wooden door, but the heavy sound of the chain falling to the ground was heard.

The waiters were overjoyed and pushed the door open to escape.

Zhao Siqi was sitting in the back when he heard the ghost in the hall say, "Huh? How come a rat got in among the waiters you hired and let the human sacrifices go?"

The county magistrate's voice immediately became tense and panicked, and he said, "God, don't let them leave alive!"

"Little mouse, can you escape from my palm?"

The sound gradually became louder, more majestic and powerful, like thunder.

The door to the hall opened wide, revealing a dazzling golden and silver light, as well as the white, entangled bodies inside.

Among them, a man with a strong posture was half-undressed and leaning on a tiger-skin cushion. He looked out with a gleam in his eyes.

In Zhao Siqi's eyes, the man turned into a ghost in an instant, with a green face and fangs, and was extremely ferocious. The huge ghost stretched out his hand, as if pressing down a Five Elements Mountain, and it was about to fall on Zhao Siqi.

Zhao Siqi cursed inwardly, swung his sword and retreated. The fire in his heart leaped like a fox, running through the five fingers of ghosts and gods, while he flew backwards, not daring to fight.

The fire in his heart burned up along the ghost's palm, and the ghost was immediately confused: "What is that?"

A divine light shone from behind his head, illuminating the body of the ghost, blocking the fire in his heart outside his body. Then he suddenly rushed forward like a waterfall, and in the blink of an eye he pinned Zhao Siqi under him.

The huge hand tightly grasped Zhao Siqi, and the whole world fell into darkness.

Flames burned all over Zhao Siqi's body, the Pure Yang True Fire and the Heart Moon Fox Fire intertwined with each other, protecting him, but in a moment, the armor formed by the flames shattered into pieces.

"It's over!" Zhao Siqi's eyes fell into darkness, his whole body was squeezed and felt like it was about to fall apart, his mind was suddenly scattered, and countless memories appeared like dispersed smoke.

In the dispersed mist, a young man in green clothes and red fur coat emerged. He walked behind Zhao Siqi, grabbed the bamboo sword in his hand, and said, "Kill him with the sword!"

Zhao Siqi's mind was distracted and his strength was cut off, but at this moment, he didn't know where the power came from. He swung out with all his strength. The bamboo sword was like a swimming dragon, with the fire of his heart attached to it, and it cut through the darkness with unstoppable sharpness.

"what!"

The ghost felt pain and threw Zhao Siqi out. Zhao Siqi flew in the air, but without the suppression of the ghost's big hand, his mind and strength gradually returned.

He flipped in the air, and landed on the ground, leaving a long trail of dust on the ground. He was gasping for breath, still feeling frightened.

The ghost god spread out his palm, only to see a long wound winding along the center of his palm. The ghost god's blood slid down his palm, and the fox fire penetrated into the skin and flesh along the wound.

Zhao Siqi was still observing when he heard Gong Mengbi's clear voice: "Why are you still looking here if you don't run away quickly?"

Zhao Siqi woke up as if from a dream, climbed over the courtyard wall and disappeared into the night.

Only the huge ghost image was left standing in the night, staring at the wound on its hand in a trance, as if the wound had great attraction, more attractive than the fleeing little mouse.

The fox fire wrapped around the wound was lively and cute, so cute that it not only came out of the wound, but also danced in his eyes.

The ghost was in a daze, standing in the night wind, and had no idea what he was doing.