Chapter 2: Borrow a breath
Chapter 2: Borrow a Breath
"Don't worry, don't worry. Just lend me a breath of corpse energy for a while. We are old friends. Don't be so stingy..."
Seeing Ren Weiyong struggling like this, Song Feng chuckled a few times, then slowly placed his right hand on his chest and took out a thumb-sized paper man.
The paper figure seemed to be cut out of white paper. There was not a single color on the entire piece of white paper, but strangely enough, one could tell the front and back.
Hold the paper figure between two fingers.
Song Feng placed it on the handle of the cane close to his fingers, then exhaled softly:
"Huh... go ahead, go ahead~"
As he exhaled, his face turned pale at that moment.
And what is surprising is.
The little paper man who got that breath seemed very smart and actually stood up against the wind.
"Oh oh oh~"
Then, the thumb-sized paper figure staggered forward along the rattan stick that was nailed to Ren Weiyong's throat.
Call ~
A breeze blew by and blew the little paper man up into the air, but he stubbornly held on to the cane with one hand.
It's like a warrior who bravely takes back his life in the midst of a strong wind.
One hand, two hands.
When both of its hands grabbed the vine, it actually jumped in the air and then stepped on the vine.
This time, its pace seemed to become more steady.
Look at the little paper man showing off here.
Looking at the copper bell that was about to break as Ren Weiyong continued to struggle, Song Feng shouted in a low voice:
"Stop playing and get to work!"
Hearing Song Feng's urging, the little paper man took firm steps and walked along the rattan stick to the zombie's mouth.
Then, he put his hands on the zombie's left and right faces and kissed the zombie mouth to mouth.
"Uuuuuuu..."
Low whimpering sounds continued to be heard.
Faintly, the green corpse gas that had been lingering in Ren Weiyong's throat was actually sucked out of the mouth by the little paper man:
"hiss……"
After taking this breath, the little paper man seemed to be full, and the head cut out of white paper turned blue in an instant.
He even patted his chest in a very anthropomorphic way:
"Cough cough cough..."
The next moment, a stream of green gas was seen flowing down the little paper man's neck and into its stomach.
For a moment, the little paper man lay down on the cane as if he was relieved, as if he had fought a great battle.
Originally, Ren Weiyong was struggling very violently, and when a small amount of corpse gas was sucked out of his throat, he struggled even more frantically:
“Hiss… Roar, roar, roar!!”
Even as he struggled, there seemed to be a little blood spreading from his abdomen, making the corpse smell on his body even stronger.
As his corpse aura became stronger and stronger, the copper bell that was specifically designed to restrain zombies began to swing wildly, even like a huge wave floating in a strong wind.
Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring!
The ringing continued, and at a certain moment, it made a crisp sound as if it had reached its limit:
"Snapped!"
Then, the copper bell that restrained Ren Weiyong became silent and stopped making any sound.
All I saw was that the copper bell, which was made of brass and engraved with inscriptions and spells, now had a crack running from top to bottom!
"Roar!!!"
With a roar, Ren Weiyong, who was unrestrained, shouted angrily at Song Feng, and then ran towards the distant forest like a mouse seeing a cat.
Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!
The speed is simply astonishing.
Looking at the back of the zombie leaving, Song Feng slowly put down the cane and leaned it on the ground.
The little paper man, who had inhaled the corpse's aura and gained his breath, now very cleverly climbed up his arm along the cane and then hid in his right lapel.
Even when it jumped into the right lapel of his chest, it poked its head out playfully, just like a child who was very curious about the world:
"……oh?"
Feeling the movement in his chest, Song Feng stretched out his fingers, patted the little paper man's head, and then stuffed it back.
Then, he leaned on his cane and walked step by step towards the dilapidated mountain temple near Renjia Town:
"Pap...pap...pap..."
However, after only walking three or five steps, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, stopped to rest for a while, and then continued walking.
The hunched body made him look as if he were a 70-year-old man with difficulty moving.
When he took a long time to arrive at the mountain temple, panting heavily, his movements couldn't help but pause.
Then, he held the cane in both hands and leisurely looked at the dilapidated mountain temple that had already been lit up and was brightly lit:
"I didn't expect that even though I've walked so far, there are still people who want to follow me and die. Don't tell me you're really not afraid of death?"
When he said this, Song Feng, without any fear, leaned on his rattan stick and walked slowly, step by step, to the statue of the mountain god.
As he walked to the statue of the mountain god.
All that could be seen was a skinny middle-aged man wearing linen and carrying a black gourd on his back, walking out from behind the tattered yellow curtain.
The skinny man first looked Song Feng up and down warily. When he saw that Song Feng didn't have anything on him, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief:
"Master, I haven't seen you for many years. How did you fall to this state?"
Looking at this familiar figure, Song Feng raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then leaned the rattan stick in his hand under the statue of the mountain god.
Then he took out a half-woven straw rope from the pile of straw next to him and started weaving.
Even while weaving the straw rope, he spoke leisurely:
"I am so old. I originally thought that raising a son would provide for my old age, and taking in some disciples and grandchildren would allow me to enjoy my remaining years in peace."
"I didn't expect that in the end I would be stabbed in the back by my own disciple. Now I have nothing left and can only make a living by weaving straw ropes..."
When he said this, he paused for a moment, then looked at the skinny man standing in front of him on the left:
"Golden Silkworm... didn't you go to Tibet? Why do you think of me now? Are you really planning to take care of me in my old age?"
Hearing Song Feng's words, Jincan smiled a few times with his stiff mouth, and then said in a flattering manner:
"If you really trust me, Master, so what if the golden silkworm takes care of you in your old age? But the golden silkworm is not very capable, I'm afraid it won't be able to protect you when the time comes..."
When he said this, he paused for a moment, then spoke tentatively:
"I heard that you, my dear teacher, encountered several assassination attempts on your way south. I wonder if you can still take action now?"
(End of this chapter)