Chapter 3: Cup Bow Snake Shadow
Chapter 3: Cup Bow Snake Shadow
Hearing the golden silkworm that had been alert and stayed within ten feet of him say this.
Song Feng, who was slowly weaving straw ropes, smiled and glanced at him:
"What's the matter? Do you want to test me too? I taught you all the witchcraft, do you want to make trouble?"
"Or do you think that what your senior brother can do, you can also do?"
Hearing Song Feng's question, Jincan quickly explained:
"Master, you know me well. When I became your disciple, I was the youngest and the most timid. How could I dare to attack you, Master?"
"I heard that my senior brother had done something that was against the will of heaven, so I wanted to help you, Master. Please don't think too much about it."
When he said this, he placed the black gourd on his back on the altar of the mountain god next to him as if to explain:
"Master, please rest assured. I am definitely not the kind of person who would betray my faith or forget my principles for the sake of profit!"
Watching Jincan place the poison gourd on his back on the altar, Song Feng glanced at the lights above the mountain temple.
The old mountain temple has long been leaking everywhere.
As the breeze blew, the worn porcelain bowls, scattered curtains and flying straw set off the dim lights of the mountain temple.
Looking at the colorful mountain temple under the light, Song Feng, who was weaving straw ropes, smiled faintly at the golden silkworm:
"I haven't seen you for a few years now, and you've learned to use the Gu in advance to get the upper hand. But you haven't mastered the Golden Silkworm Gu yet..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he easily picked up a small red fly the size of a flea from the haystack next to him.
After seeing this scene and watching Song Feng so easily catch the poisonous insect that he had placed in the mountain temple as a trump card, Jincan's face changed drastically:
"This is impossible! How could such a tiny mutant insect be solved so easily?"
The next moment, he quickly pinched his middle finger, and then chanted a spell towards the ancient black gourd in the distance:
"Uh Gulu~ Um Lila…"
However, before he could recite the complete spell, he saw the black shadow that had been mottled under his feet suddenly come to life.
"Hiss..."
Immediately afterwards, the black shadow actually coiled around the golden silkworm's body like a black shadow snake.
His face turned red from the spell and he could no longer utter a single word:
“…Uh…uh…you…you…”
Looking at the dying golden silkworm wrapped by the snake's shadow, Song Feng gently tightened the straw rope in his hand under the light:
"……ah!!"
A scream suddenly rang out.
Then, the shadow under the light seemed to come alive and split the golden silkworm's neck in two:
"Bah..."
Blood spurted several meters away.
The yellow curtains nearby were dyed red.
"Gulu gulu gulu~"
The round head fell from the air and rolled continuously. After rolling two times, it actually rolled directly to Song Feng's feet.
Seeing his eyes wide open, his face flushed, and his look of disbelief, it was obvious that he died with his eyes open.
Putting down the straw rope in his hand, Song Feng slowly took the cane from the side and stood up with the help of the cane:
"Knowing that all your witchcraft skills were taught by me, why do you still dare to cast a witchcraft on me secretly? Do you really think that you are better than me?"
With his left hand, he gently twisted it, and after crushing the mutated golden silkworm Gu, Song Feng flicked the blood onto Jin Bao's head, which was still open-eyed.
"Since you already know that I have experienced several assassination attacks along the way south, you should know that I am not the old fool you think I am."
"What kind of master-disciple relationship is worth you running all the way from Tibet, across thousands of miles to help me?"
"Since you can track down my traces and know that I left traces in the mountain temple, why do you dare to use this place as a place to plot against me?"
When he said this, he came to the statue of the mountain god with a light on the ground with his crutches, and took down a translucent snake skin about one foot long from the curtain above the light.
Take a closer look at the translucent snake skin under the light.
Just look at the one-foot-long snake skin. Someone used a rat hair brush to dip blood and cinnabar and wrote countless small characters on the scales, forming several strange runes:
"What a pity for this old man's last collection. This cup of Shadow Snake Binding Curse is indeed powerful enough to use, and it is full of murderous aura..."
Originally, he thought that he could kill a big fish with the last collection in Renjia Town, but he didn't expect that it was just a small shrimp. When he thought of this, he sighed, and then used the light to light the snake skin from the head:
"Crack!"
It seemed as if there was oil and water on the snake skin. Once it touched the fire, it quickly burned from the head of the snake to the tail.
"……ah!!!"
A shrill scream suddenly rang out, and vaguely it seemed as if the painful shadow of the golden silkworm was seen from the burning snake skin.
The entire snake skin turned into a ball of black ash in the blink of an eye.
“…Ah…Sizzle…Ah…”
However, at the moment when the snake shed its skin and turned into a long black gray, a long black shadow was seen floating up slightly from Song Feng's shadow:
"Hiss..."
The next moment, it seemed as if something was constantly moving around Song Feng's body and strangling him.
From the legs to the chest and all the way to the neck, deep bloodstains seeped out of the green robe:
"...Poof!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Immediately afterwards, the black shadow that had been swimming inside his shadow quickly plunged into the blood he had spit out.
"Zizzizi..."
The water droplets were burned by the flames, and a sizzling sound was heard.
Then he saw that the blood he spat out quickly dried up and turned into a blood spot in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the mess inside the mountain temple.
Song Feng, who was extremely pale and had traces of blood on his body, looked at the corpse of the golden silkworm expressionlessly:
"The cost of using this cup of Shadow Snake Binding Curse is too great. If I had not been pushed to the extreme, I would not have acted in this way."
"I am just cleaning up my own mess. If I didn't have some truth in my mind, I would have just killed myself and started over again."
If he had not been the one who had done it before and after, he would have cursed all eighteen generations of his original incarnation's ancestors.
Although he perfectly integrated everything about himself, there was absolutely no doubt that he was Song Feng.
But this person awakened too late. He was over 70 years old and had been practicing and was possessed by the devil before he awakened. If it was two days later, he would have been reincarnated directly.
He piled the head and body of the golden silkworm together, then Song Feng took the poison gourd, opened the gourd mouth and gently guided it with his hand:
"……go!"
Many dark shadows suddenly flew out from the poison gourd and fell on the body of the golden silkworm:
"Buzzing..."
Then many mosquitoes quickly sucked the blood and reproduced. In a short while, they had eaten the corpse until only bones were left.
"squeak squeak..."
There was a crunching sound of bones being gnawing on. The hard bones seemed as fragile as grass under the teeth of so many mosquitoes.
In the blink of an eye, only bones were left.
"Buzzing..."
The mosquitoes kept circling on the ground, sucking the blood scattered on the ground, and made the scene extremely clean.
Seeing that the scene had been cleaned up, Song Feng threw the candle on the table towards the flying mosquito group:
“Sizzle… crackle!”
The flying mosquito Gu that seemed extremely powerful just now turned into ashes under the flames and couldn't even escape!
Looking at the poisonous insect that disappeared like a dream bubble, Song Feng, whose light and darkness were intertwined under the lamplight, whispered softly:
"Unorthodox methods are ultimately unacceptable in the eyes of the public..."
(End of this chapter)