Blood is flowing.
On the overgrown path at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of people lay on the ground, suffering heavy casualties; they were groaning, struggling, and going mad.
The firearms in the villagers' hands ironically became their own weapons.
Even those who were lucky enough to escape injury in the chaos of battle were deeply affected by the terrifying environment and fell into the trap of the Swine Two's Deceptive Wall," going mad and viewing others as enemies.
Half an hour later, the Grudge Child clung to the leg of the last surviving person, and everything finally came to a stop.
Wu Heng hooked the kickstand with the back of his foot to support the motorcycle, then swung his leg high and gracefully dismounted, landing on the ground.
He walked forward step by step, like a slaughterhouse owner inspecting a slaughterhouse.
With each step taken, the blood on the ground beside him dried up, leaving only a layer of residue, and the surface turned from red to fertile black soil.
Each time a corpse is stepped over, it vanishes on the spot, leaving no trace.
at this time,
The image of this elderly man, leaning on a cane and wearing sunglasses, is like the Grim Reaper from a comic book, cleaning up death.
But this death was inextricably linked to him.
Is it sinful?
Wu Heng asked himself the question for a moment, then denied it; he didn't acknowledge the word.
This is a battle, this is war.
"How weak they are!"
After cleaning up the scene, Wu Heng looked around and sighed.
Looking at these people, he also thought of himself lying on the operating table back then, so vulnerable.
The strong smell of blood in the air gradually disappeared, and the grass on the ground was stained with black blood clots, having obtained enough nutrients this winter.
Perhaps only those as humble as these weeds will go unnoticed!
Even so, they still have natural enemies among herbivores.
Wu Heng stopped thinking about these things. After all, he was no longer an ordinary person. To ordinary people, he was a god among men.
Unfortunately, his enemies were not ordinary people, but rather those strange and monstrous creatures.
The supernatural beings that ordinary people call ghosts and gods.
"The troubles surrounding the temple have been resolved; it's time to go find Kotoko."
Wu Heng put away Swine Two, told Grudge Child to go back to the carriage, got back on the motorcycle, selected the navigation, and headed east.
The navigation system indicates that the distance is a bit far, with a total of 685 kilometers of highway travel.
Wu Heng turned the motorcycle throttle lever to its highest position and opened the throttle to its maximum. Even if there was a car accident, as long as he had a piece of flesh left, he wouldn't be afraid.
Moreover, given his current reaction speed, the probability of him being in a car accident is extremely low, which is a stark contrast to the average person.
Along the way, Wu Heng became the most dazzling guy on the highway.
An old man riding a motorcycle like this was filmed by many passersby and uploaded to a blog, where it received a lot of likes.
Netizens commented. "Men really don't discriminate by age; they're all motorcycle enthusiasts." Some criticized him for safety reasons, but none of that mattered to Wu Heng, who no longer cared about the opinions of the people around him.
Four hours later, Wu Heng arrived at his destination.
According to the address, Kotoko had already arrived at the intersection to greet Wu Heng.
But arriving even earlier than Kotoko and coming closer to greet Wu Heng were the local road management police, who blocked Wu Heng's way with sirens blaring.
"This is my identification."
Wu Heng saw that there was still one kilometer to the agreed location, but a line of police cars had blocked the road at the highway exit ahead. He simply pulled hard on his wrist, lifted the front of the car, and ran over the top of the police car along the hood.
In that instant, he tossed his identification documents into the air.
I believe that after they have finished reading it, they will respectfully hand the certificate to Wu Heng; this is the privilege of a powerful spiritual medium.
"Mr. Ozaki, you 'It Comes!"
Kotoko, dressed in a black leather jacket, with a cigarette between her fingers, said with a calm smile.
A red motorcycle was parked next to her.
Seeing Wu Heng's gaze, she reached out and patted the car body:
"How about it? Not bad, right? I saw your video before I set off."
"Look, this video is called 'Old Man on a Motorbike in a Race Against Time: The Most Romantic Journey to Death,'" Kotoko read the title of the video on her phone aloud, her calm tone sounding somewhat strange, her voice slightly unsteady.
"A very nice car!"
Wu Heng nodded, selectively ignoring Kotoko's teasing. He hadn't expected the aloof Kotoko to have such a wicked sense of humor.
No wonder she likes to wear black leather jackets; she was wearing one when she arrived to deal with the Bogiwan last time. Turns out she's a motorcycle enthusiast too.
At this moment, vehicles with their sirens turned off quietly drove up.
The police officer respectfully handed the medium's certificate to Wu Heng and offered a sincere apology.
Wu Heng told him he didn't need to bow and apologize, but the young man's face turned pale, as if stopping him from apologizing meant he wouldn't forgive him and that something bad was about to happen.
He was just doing his job, yet he was treated this way—that's privilege!
Some people create many rules, but only expect others to follow them, while many ordinary people simply cannot survive if they do not follow them.
Wu Heng chased the young man away like he was swatting flies.
Although he also enjoyed this privilege,
But he was already fed up!
This oppression from those of similar quality, in his view, was like the difference between worker ants and soldier ants in an anthill. But even the queen ant could be easily crushed by him, so why should he care about the status and privileges between those two types of ants?
After the young man wasted several tens of seconds of his time, Wu Heng finally continued his conversation with Kotoko.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while,
Kotoko took Wu Heng back to her home. There were too many people around, so it wasn't a good time for them to discuss things related to summoning talismans.
Kotoko's house is not small; it's a detached villa. As a top-tier spiritual medium, she certainly doesn't lack money. However, the interior design is more like a temple than a home.
A Pixiu statue stands at the entrance, a Daoist plaque hangs there, and prayer flags and Buddhist inscriptions adorn the walls. Inside, there are statues of various Buddhist, Daoist, and demon figures. On the far left is the ancestral altar unique to the Higa Family, next to which are inscribed the honors and exorcism history of the Higa Clan.
Wu Heng followed Kotoko up to the second floor, where the style became a bit more formal, with an orange-red home decor that was both rustic and modern.
The two sat down on the sofa.
"This is the new summoning talisman, I call it the Soul-Calling Talisman!"
Kotoko took out a brownish-brown piece of wood and placed it in front of Wu Heng.
"Because after the improvements, I found that the paper had limited load-bearing capacity, and many other types of paper didn't work, so I had to use peach wood as a substitute."
Wu Heng stretched out his right hand, picked up the Soul-Calling Talisman in front of him, and examined it carefully.
The peach wood Soul-Calling Talisman is round on top and square at the bottom, resembling a tombstone.
There is a six-pointed star symbol at the top and in the middle, with the two sides resembling bat wings. There are two vertical crooked lines on each side below, like twisted long legs. The symbol representing summons is written in the middle, and below it are the two pictograms of "Yin and Diao".