The River God Didn't Come, but the Mountain Ghost Did! A Mountain Ghost!? Liang Qu's heart suddenly pounded wildly.
There was an illustration of a Mountain Ghost in the Hao Mu Tang Miscellaneous Records Annotated Edition. Its cracked skin, like withered wood, had left a profound impression on him! Humanoid in shape, its brown skin resembled dead trees, impervious to blades and spears.
As juveniles, they ate livestock; they loved human organs! How could there be a Mountain Ghost here!? Ping Yang Town was sixteen li from Yi Xing City!
Nine resounding gong strikes echoed across the dock. The shaman priest slowly danced with a short staff in hand, singing an unknown hymn of worship. Thousands of eyes fixed on Liang Qu, waiting for him to ascend the altar.
For a moment, Liang Qu suspected what he saw was an illusion. But the next instant, the black shadow sprang from behind the gable wall. Its sharp claws raked through the green bricks, and directly below it stood a dense crowd.
A child craning his neck amid the crowd spotted the bizarre, horrifying creature and burst into tears with a wail.
The people around him glared angrily. The boy's mother covered his mouth apologetically, but when she followed his gaze and glanced over, she froze as well.
A piercing scream rang out.
It wasn't an illusion!!!
"Fall back!!"
In an instant, a roar drowned out everything else.
As the words left his mouth, more and more people spotted the Mountain Ghost on the rooftop.
News of Mountain Ghost sightings had long since spread from Ping Yang Town to Yi Xing City. Even portraits had been posted to warn people. In recent days, far fewer people from Yi Xing City had traveled to Ping Yang Town.
That cracked brown skin—there was no