Mr. Spider was willing to protect the villagers, but alas, he was just a minor demon, willing but unable. Faced with a powerful enemy, he didn't even have the ability to resist.
Yet, the opponent didn't kill him, most likely because he had his eye on his incense aura.
"Do you know the specific identity of the evil cultivator?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Mr. Spider shook his head: "This person's origin is unknown. He came to this mountain range several years ago and comes to draw the villagers' blood every once in a while. Moreover, he doesn't just draw from this one village; he goes wherever there are people."
"Which direction did he go? What does he look like?"
"He left towards the south two days ago. His appearance is old, his hair is gray, and he always wears a dirty blue Daoist robe. He is also proficient in formations. I was sealed in place by his formation and could only watch helplessly as the villagers were drained of their blood."
Mr. Spider spoke frankly, his tone full of helplessness and frustration.
Just then, a group of villagers came running from behind, their footsteps hurried, holding brooms and iron shovels, filled with anger.
"Mr. Spider, are you alright?"
"Look! It's that immortal cultivator from just now!"
"Huh? It doesn't look like they're fighting. Everyone, quickly put down your weapons! Don't be rude!"
The villagers' immobilization spell had worn off, and they hurriedly ran over with their farm tools.
Some people saw that Chen Changsheng was talking to Mr. Spider and quickly told the villagers to put down their weapons to avoid angering the immortal cultivator.
Chen Changsheng turned around and looked, saying calmly: "I won't indiscriminately kill demons. The incense aura on his body can't be faked. You don't have to worry that I will attack."
Hearing this, the villagers collectively breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing respectful smiles.
It would be a lie to say they weren't afraid of immortal cultivators. They had just had their blood drawn by an evil cultivator two days ago, and the fear in their hearts had not yet faded. The reason they dared to pick up weapons to resist was because of the kindness they felt towards Mr. Spider.
"However, this is the territory of Taiping City, and demons are forbidden from running rampant here."
Chen Changsheng looked at Mr. Spider and added: "You have two choices: either leave this place or join the Demon Suppression Division of Taiping City."
"I wonder what this Demon Suppression Division… requires me to do?" Mr. Spider asked in a low voice.
"Mainly, it's handling the files of the Demon Suppression Division. In your free time, you can continue teaching."
"I am willing to join the Demon Suppression Division!"
Mr. Spider cupped his fist in his hand and bowed to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "From today on, your name is Zhi Shu, and you will be a clerk in my Demon Suppression Division."
The name Zhi Shu was given to him because it is homophonous with 'knowing books' from 'knowing books and being reasonable'.
Using Zhi as his surname is to highlight his demonic identity.
"Thank you, Young Master, for bestowing a name!"
Zhi Shu's attitude was respectful as he bowed again. A look of joy could be clearly seen on his ugly monster face. From today on, he no longer had to worry about being killed by immortal cultivators!
Chen Changsheng then thoroughly explained the situation of Taiping City to the villagers.
The whole village expressed that they wanted to continue staying here. Where could a group of mortals go? Staying in Taiping City was undoubtedly the best choice.
… …
According to the clues given by the residents, the two continued to track and investigate.
On the way, they found several dried-up corpses of immortal cultivators, who had died not long ago, but their entire bodies had been drained of blood.
"He's treating this mountain range as a hunting ground."
Chen Changsheng cast a fireball technique, burning the corpses to ashes.
Miaomiao looked towards the rushing river in front, her voice crisp: "Master, there seems to be something in the river. Could it be that evil cultivator?"
"Based on the evil cultivator's actions, he doesn't seem like someone who would hide. He would only wander around, constantly drawing human blood until he is satisfied."
"Let's go take a look."
Chen Changsheng took the lead and walked towards the iron chain suspension bridge that spanned the river.
His feet stepped on the wooden planks of the suspension bridge, making a creaking sound. The old suspension bridge swayed slightly, as if it would break in the next second.
The master and disciple's expressions remained unchanged as they walked, carefully observing the situation in the river.
Pa ta!
Suddenly, the wooden plank under Chen Changsheng's feet shattered, and one foot was in a state of stepping into the air. The river below suddenly surged, forming a swirling current.
With a whoosh, the water column rose into the sky, blooming in the sky, like misty drizzle falling down.
An old man in a gray robe with a hunched figure walked out of the water. He looked at the master and disciple with a smile and said: "The two young cultivators, what you dropped just now…"
"Is it this newly severed head, or this newly peeled baby?"
The old man's face suddenly twisted, and dark clouds shrouded the sky, and cold frost quickly froze the entire river.
He held a head dripping with blood in one hand and a baby corpse without eyeballs in the other.
The scene was bloody and terrifying!
However, Chen Changsheng and Miaomiao looked at him calmly, as if they were watching a monkey show.
"Miaomiao, you deal with him," Chen Changsheng said indifferently.
Miaomiao reacted quickly, and a guqin suddenly appeared in front of her. Her slender hands brushed across the strings, and the sound wave melody spread and shook out like a rushing sword energy!
The head and baby in the old man's hands instantly exploded into a blood mist.
"Bastard! How dare you disrespect the River God! And destroy my beloved treasure, I will use your two heads to replace my treasure!"
The old man was so angry that his body straightened, and a distorted face gradually appeared in the shape of a fish head, but his body still maintained a human form, looking out of place.
Hua la!
The frozen river surged again, rushing like a tsunami.
Miaomiao's pretty face was calm, and her slender jade hands gently plucked the strings, the rhythm of the music was urgent and sonorous, and the continuous sound wave sword energy spread in circles.
The hundred-zhang-high tsunami seemed to hit an invisible wall the moment it touched the sound waves.
With a bang, a loud explosion, the monstrous waves scattered into rain, turning into bright red blood beads when they fell.
The old man formed a seal with both hands, and the blood beads condensed into blood arrows and shot out, densely packed like a flowing river of blood, endlessly.
The melody of the qin changed again, and the lingering rhyme under her fingers was subtle and long.
With a crisp cracking sound, the sword case under the guqin unfolded, and nine third-grade flying swords suddenly flew out, forming a large sword formation to meet them!
This guqin was transformed from a sword case.
Rumble! !
The sword formation collided with the river of blood, and the impact caused layers of air waves, blowing the suspension bridge to sway.
Chen Changsheng and Miaomiao floated up at the same time, and a sharp qin sound popped out from Miaomiao's hand, turning into a hundred-meter-wide moon blade, flying at lightning speed.
In an instant, it cut the river of blood into two pieces, so fast that even divine consciousness could hardly capture it.
Under the old man's astonished gaze, it silently划过 his neck!
Bright red blood spurted out like a spring, the old man's mouth opened slightly, and he covered his neck in pain, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat had been cut, and he couldn't make a sound.
The body and the fish head were separated and broken, and with a plop, they fell into the river at the same time.
The swaying suspension bridge gradually calmed down, the river water returned to rushing, and the sound of the stream flowing was clear and sweet.
All the strange sights just now seemed to have never happened… …
