The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 210 - Sacred Tree
As Mou Zhueyang said, in the village there is a large old tree that is commonly used by residents to perform rituals. Ask for safety, possessions and many things. The belief from the land of the Qing Empire would be something that possessed spiritual power that connected them with the gods had indeed been in the Shang Empire for a long time.
Xin Chen raised his face, looking at the dozens-even hundreds of corpses hanging up there. The part of their stomach was hollowed out by a small beast. Removing the smell of carrion that is not kidding. Some even vomited because they could not stand the smell of dozens of corpses, their empty eye niches were eaten by maggots and buzzing flies licking the paled skin.
Mou Zhueyang squatted in front of the tree, hatred and anger controlling him. Xin Chen approached and stood next to Mou Zhueyang, looking closer at the faces of the soldiers who had died in such a horrible manner.
Negative air and powerful spirit energy were present in the village. Hatred, regret, sorrow and wrath mixed into one. Hardly any more life there, Mou Zhueyang said she would climb up to take down the corpses of her friend. Xin Chen looked for another place.
Mou Zhueyang broke the ropes one by one from the legs of the corpse that were hung upside down, coughing as the smell of the carcass struck his nose. The man tried hard, one more friend helped while the rest piled the body in one place. Prepare wood to burn them. Way better than hanging eaten maggots. The night was long coming, almost late at night and they just finished taking care of the bodies.
Mou Zhueyang's heart became a little more relieved, after giving his last respects the man turned around to look for where Xin Chen was. The young man had not appeared since the afternoon they had separated. Staring at the streets of the village that brought unusual air, the man felt his legs and shoulders felt heavy. The gripping negative Eve made Mou Zhueyang's nape cold.
Just like the other soldiers, they felt that unusual thing. Didn't say anything and just followed where Mou Zhueyang was walking to. Just realized the man the night sky seemed filled with thick clouds, maybe soon it will rain. They had to hurry to find Xin Chen.
The second where Mou Zhueyang found Xin Chen standing on the roof of the house, it rained so heavily. The sound of a melodious flute that made them all drift away, the rhythm full of sadness that led something else towards him.
Years of playing the flute, Xin Chen had trained the Death Rhythm taught the spirits of the Steel Phoenix denizens and discovered other rhythms that had different effects. The soothing smile of Water turned out to be just one of those rhythms that had that power.
Mellifluous screeching of flutes accompany a cold rainy night, the speck of rainwater is defeated by the rhythm. Mou Zhueyang was stunned for only a moment before the veins on his neck stiffened. The man took two steps back with his eyes glaring sharply.
The other soldiers noticed that attitude and tried to figure out what Mou Zhueyang was looking at. There was no need to bother, they could clearly see a black shadow walking towards Xin Chen. Trudging and penetrating when passing something. The rain made a puddle of water on the ground, there was no visible reflection of the shadow above the surface of the water and it all frightened them.
"A-actually who is this Young Master?" Mou Zhueyang trembled, he had never seen directly the delicate creature. But upon seeing himself presented by the sight of hundreds of ghosts of Shangyu Bridge at once. The man almost fainted in the midst of his fear. While Xin Chen stopped blowing the flute, the spirits he had herded regained their senses and went berserk.
"They'll be hard to control."
Relying on such overwhelming negative air would only add to her matters, but Xin Chen had no other choice. The Spirit in the Book of Spirit Controllers has long been consumed.
Xin Chen had just noticed the presence of Mou Zhueyang, shouting loudly. "Stay away!"
Many go crazy when evil spirits like them enter the body. Mou Zhuyang did not want it to happen. On the other hand he was still so surprised Xin Chen could awaken this spirit power, although it did not always end well. Mis-control precisely this spirit will strengthen and turn to attack humans.
"Young Master, please don't think of us! Just focus on sealing them all-in!" Mou Zhueyang spewed out fresh blood, realizing the spirit embodiment was standing behind him. On that black face a wide smile was keenly drawn, his long, sharp nails piercing through Mou Zhueyang's chest until blood was sticking out.
The man collapsed, Xin Chen was getting overwhelmed as the spirit went mad and tried to kill Mou Zhueyang. The man was shrouded just like that, his mind was starting to get penetrated by something. Mou Zhueyang was unable to think clearly, he was lying on the ground and rolling in pain.
The spirit is the right medium to destroy one's soul. Xin Chen knew full well that their strength could not be matched with those humans who relied on sword arts in battle. Without having to touch or duel one on one. That power can kill on a massive scale. Like a bomb with a wide range.
Restoring Mou Zhueyang's consciousness was a difficult matter, the spirit within his body had nested and soon the soul within that body would be destroyed.
Xin Chen came down from the roof, played his flute and tried to stay calm. The spirits returned tame, Xin Chen continued to do so until their strength gathered and became a part of his.
Yet another unease came, Mou Zhueyang had collapsed lifelessly. Xin Chen approached the body, his eyes bulging wide with his mouth open bloody. Death is a painful thing. Xin Chen should have said that they should not have come to his place, these spirits were extremely dangerous.
The other soldiers crouched down in front of Mou Zhueyang, in disbelief and said hesitantly. "Is ..."
Xin Chen interrupted. "No. He's not dead."
Then Xin Chen clung his hand, the power of the Fire of Eternity within him illuminated that pitch-black foggy night.
"I can only save you once ..."
Xin Chen's hand trembled faintly, using the special power of the Fire of Immortality to absorb more than half of his strength. The sum that is not small is a consequence to be borne, the power of the Fire of Eternity does not revive but returns something that previously existed and vice versa.
The moment Mou Zhueyang opened his eyes, he could see Xin Chen and his friends staring at him.
Just like a stranger with two swords in his hand. Standing behind Xin Chen expressionlessly, only his sharp teeth appeared within the dimness of that rainy night.