"?"

Listening to Wu Song's leisurely words, not to mention Clan Chief Wu, even Hu Ma was dumbfounded.

"What the hell is this great evil spirit, this madman?"

He even trembled slightly in his heart: "I told you not to just slack off and do some serious business, not to create such a great disaster!"

"He's not your brother, he's not Wu Song, he's an evil spirit, he's a demon!"

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"Madman, evil spirit…"

Just as Hu Ma was looking out with regret, his heart suddenly paused inexplicably, seeing a scene that he had not expected.

"Is it just that the process is too vast and slow, and it's usually hard to detect, until this special time, it's clearly revealed?"

It was a mountain range half on the ground and half underground, but it was not an ordinary mountain range, but a meat mountain range with strange and huge symbiosis of flesh and blood, or rather, a *Taisui* (a fleshy mass believed to have medicinal properties), absorbing and devouring these scattered things.

Many Gu practitioners use their bodies as armor to cultivate their natal Gu worms, because Gu practitioners lack close combat methods. If someone gets close, they often suffer. So, they raise a worm on their body so that they have a chance to fight back at the last moment.

This lake is evaporating, drying up, and all I can leave behind is this jar…

It must be admitted that Hu Ma is also a man of high aspirations, but this time, he admits that he is inferior.

Like pulling a switch to turn off the lights, the shamans in the forest died silently.

"…"

In short, something more active.

Then, you, Monkey Wine, just extinguished him when you said you would, and you used such a thorough method, smashing his body and destroying his Dao.

"Now there are only three of us left in the clan. I don't believe in the shaman god, and you're not even human anymore. So, Wu Ya, you should have been the last believer of the so-called shaman god…"

She seemed to have completely lost her original sanity, her limbs twisted, like a giant insect, lunging straight at Wu Song on the hillside. Earlier, she was only driving Gu to fight the enemy, but now, she herself had become Gu, a human-shaped Gu worm.

"Bang, bang, bang…"

If I were to do such a thing, I probably couldn't, but even if I couldn't, Monkey Wine did it. What can I salvage?

Don't waste it!

Immediately, one by one, bright red worms crawled out of his forehead, with bloody traces, wriggling gently. The picture even had a kind of strange beauty to it.

"So, what's the difference between us?"

As he thought this, he couldn't control himself and looked nervously towards the forest outside the valley. As the figure of the shaman god they worshiped collapsed, the group of shamans slowly revealed their figures.

But outside there's a lake!

It was struggling desperately, but the more it struggled, the faster its body collapsed, turning from an incomplete and huge body into pieces, and then from these pieces, dissolving, melting, and evaporating little by little in this forest.

As the huge body collapsed, this forest and rock, which had been ravaged all night and was full of broken branches and leaves, now seemed to be wriggling and alive, sharing the things evaporating from the shaman god like hungry wolves, and even had an eerie aura.

He used entering the mansion to keep watch over the year as a trấn vật (talisman), borrowed magic power from the walking ghost altar, raised the banner of the Red Lantern Goddess, and even fooled an old watchman to act as a shield, holding a red wooden sword and stepping on the Big Dipper steps, and fought this terrifying shaman god to a draw, even gaining an advantage.

"Kill him, Wu Ya, you must kill him!"

Hu Ma took the jar, opened the stopper, and then took out a talisman from his arms, lit it with a fire starter, and stuffed it into the jar. The boundless and unparalleled gathering of evil energy outside the valley was drawn into the jar by him in wisps and strands.

Just a pity…

Although Clan Chief Wu had now been half-transformed into a Gu worm, he also knew Wu Song's greatest weakness: he was afraid of worms. Therefore, he had dug out all the worms on his body and thrown them far away.

"Quick, get a jar over here!"

Looking up at the outside of the valley, Hu Ma only felt unspeakable regret in his heart. What he had drawn into this jar was already considered rare and good stuff.

But Monkey Wine didn't want to kill people out of anger. Before appearing in the valley, he had already placed Gu on the shamans in this forest. When he said his plan, these shamans were already dead men in his eyes.

But these mountain forests, trees, and stones were only a secondary, shallow part. Hu Ma was still in the altar, his senses sharp, and the flow of his qi channels was clear. He even felt that something was reviving under this earth.

As her voice rang out, Wu Ya also straightened up in pain. Dense air currents intertwined and collided around her, and the entire valley was filled with Gu worms flying, hissing, and biting, turning this blood food mine into a hell in an instant.

They knelt in various places in the forest. The remaining magic power of worshiping the shaman god was still there, and even, because of some kind of panic, they were eager to obtain something from these shamans.

These shamans who were constantly kneeling down suddenly froze. As Monkey Wine's melodious and gentle flute sounded, their already indifferent and pale faces became even more bloodless, and their eyes became empty.

Hu Ma even felt a little funny at this moment.

This guy appeared in the valley just to tell Clan Chief Wu that all your clansmen are dead.

In a daze, Hu Ma could even feel that a part of the vast, unharvested black *Taisui* was vaguely transforming after absorbing these scattered things.

At the same time, in the valley, Clan Chief Wu, who had almost fallen into complete despair and madness, shouted out the last words through the chirping of insects: "This madman has personally appeared. This is the easiest time to kill him. You must kill him!"

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It's not just inferior, it's far behind. It's so far from here to Mingzhou!

But the forest, which originally had countless living auras, suddenly became silent at this moment.

But why is the difference so great?

Only Wu Song didn't. No matter how powerful his Gu techniques were, he wouldn't raise Gu worms on his body. Therefore, as long as you got close to his real body, it would be easy to kill him.

Hearing Hu Ma's shout, she immediately ran into the wooden house, rummaged around with her head buried, and then ran over with a jar on her head.

Transformed into white? Blue? Red?

"…"

Filled with shock and unspeakable complex emotions in his heart, watching the collapse and dissipation of the huge shaman god outside, Hu Ma also took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "Little Hongtang!"

This discovery also made Hu Ma's heart sink slightly: "People in this world are used to harvesting *Taisui* and extracting the mysterious power within it, but in fact, *Taisui* has also been harvesting something in this world?"

It was as if the wind that could have blown across mountains and rivers was imprisoned in a small space, and the sound of wanton collision suddenly rang out.

Fortunately, Little Hongtang reacted quickly, or rather, she was very clever in this kind of thing.

"…"

And the current Wu Song is indeed the easiest time to be killed.

I didn't slack off!

The Blue-Clothed Evil Ghost was killed, leaving behind a piece of blue cloth, which was tied to Little Hongtang's arm. After the Five Fiends Evil Ghost was beheaded, it also left behind a few pieces of black bone, which were also very useful.

"…"

"Are you angry because that thing outside died, or because all the clansmen died?"

It could be seen that his loose white robe…

Hu Ma felt his heart tremble. He watched the people in this forest in front of the valley slowly fall down, and saw that even the shadows of their ancestors who followed them in worship seemed to be dissipating rapidly because they had lost the sustenance of the living.

"But you forced Wu Ya to death, so can it be said that, in theory, you actually killed the thing you believed in the most with your own hands?"

These evil ghosts and evil spirits all had a body of magic power before they were killed. After they are killed, they will not disappear out of thin air, most of them will dissipate, but they will always leave a little bit of useful things. And how can this shaman god be wasted?

It's just a pity that this thing didn't have a specific true spirit when it was alive, so it couldn't be detained and bound. Now that it's dead, it seems to be just a mass of evil energy. Hu Ma can only try to keep a little bit if he can.

Death can make people feel panic. It's a living thing suddenly disappearing, which makes people feel empty. Not to mention, hundreds of people died silently.

For no other reason than there were too many people. This was an entire clan of people, hundreds of men, women, old and young, not to mention that they were his clansmen.

"It's really strange. Only now can I feel that you're like a real person."

"Father…"

Clan Chief Wu didn't look at Wu Ya. The Gu worms possessing him were struggling to crawl towards the mine. In his last consciousness, he still couldn't imagine the scene before him.

Is it just because I'm not crazy enough?

"No…"

At this moment, Wu Song on the hillside didn't even look at Wu Ya. His face had an expression that no one could understand, and his voice seemed to carry some murmurs, saying in a low voice, "You seem to be very angry, aren't you?"

"…"

"Avenge our clansmen!"

But it couldn't get it.

It was the shaman god hidden in the huge black shadow in the forest. It was struggling desperately. The death of the shamans and the dissipation of the ancestors turned its huge and complex body into a tree without roots.

"Is this shaman god really going to be killed?"

Watching this behemoth collapse and dissipate before his eyes, all kinds of indescribable emotions surged in his heart for a while…

But it's impossible to solve this shaman god. Winning is just being able to hold on.

How could this madman be so terrible? Every time I felt that he was exceptionally terrible, he always showed a power beyond my imagination?

How wonderful would it be if he were really my son?

(End of chapter)