Chapter 35: Subduing the Malevolent Spirit

Already feeling unwell, and having relentlessly traveled through the icy and snowy wilderness for so many days, seeing the half-dead people in his home, with no one paying attention to his hoarse voice and bloodshot eyes, Leng Tiezhu’s anger surged. He wanted to kick each of them hard.

“Ah? Oh! Son, come quickly.” Leng Tiezhu’s wife, Shi Sanyue, was the first to react, pulling Leng Shugen’s hand and standing two meters away from the Great Immortal.

Ma Dahua: “…”

Still stood there, eyes vacant and dazed.

“You stinky woman, get over here!” Although her eyes were blurry and her legs weak from illness, Shi Sanyue still glared fiercely at Ma Dahua.

“Oh!” Ma Dahua sluggishly moved over.

“There are gods in the sky, gods on the earth, the eight dragon gods, the nine gods, the new gods in the house, the many spirit gods, the Eastern Holy Continent, the Southern Zhanbu Continent, the Western Niuhe Continent, the Northern Julu Continent…

Let’s beat the drum again and ask, let’s ask the incense-offering donor. Is there a saddle dragon prepared? If there is, let’s set up the saddle dragon threshold.

Is there money prepared? If there is, let’s set up the money saddle heart. Is there firecrackers prepared? If there is, let’s prepare the firecrackers, the cannons will sound and the people and horses will move. The second cannon sound will signal to rise, shout three times for the troops and horses to move, and the firecrackers will sound together as we enter the house…”

The Great Immortal continued to swing the wooden sword, twisting his waist. Although the movements seemed clumsy and comical, the words he uttered felt high-class and profound.

As he chanted, the Great Immortal began to shake his head, then picked up a wooden bowl filled with water from the table and mumbled something unintelligible into it.

Suddenly, he pointed the peach wood sword at the three people, let out a strange cry, and splashed the water from the bowl at them.

A strange scene appeared. A pink mist drifted over, and a blood-red liquid flowed slowly down the heads of Shi Sanyue, Leng Shugen, and Ma Dahua.

With blood flowing from their heads, faces, and bodies, coupled with the severe dark circles under their eyes due to days of sleeplessness, and their messy hair resembling weeds…

“Mama… ghosts!” Leng Tiezhu’s proud strong belief instantly collapsed. His legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground, screaming.

“Ah… ah… ah… ghosts!” Shi Sanyue, Leng Shugen, and Ma Dahua looked at each other, pointing at each other and screaming like pigs being slaughtered.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic, I have temporarily suppressed the malevolent spirit, ensuring your family’s safety for now.” The Great Immortal calmly put the peach wood sword behind his back, stroking his beard with one hand.

The corner of the dark robe, which was worn over his sheepskin coat, and whose origin was unknown, fluttered in the north wind, making him appear even more magically profound and unpredictable.

“Great Immortal, our family’s lives depend on you, please save us!” Leng Tiezhu completely forgot his years of village head demeanor, hugging the Great Immortal’s leg, his face full of survival instinct.

…

Leng You and Xiang Wentian went to the deep valley early the next day.

They had been busy making money for over a month. The Spring Festival was the day after tomorrow, and they hadn’t prepared the wild game for their family yet; the ones they had caught before were almost gone.

So today, the two focused on hunting and didn’t collect herbs.

They hunted seven roe deer, more than twenty rabbits, more than thirty pheasants, more than fifty quails, and more than fifty silly half-chickens. They hadn’t specifically hunted these before because they weren’t very valuable.

Besides these, they also collected a basket of wild eggs and quail eggs, which were packed in the basket with pine cones.

After returning home, everyone worked together to clean the game, only finishing when it was almost dark.

The next day, after breakfast, Leng You and Xiang Wentian prepared to go to the county town.

This time they weren’t going to sell goods, but to deliver New Year gifts. This was Leng You’s idea, and Xiang Wentian didn’t object, but he wouldn’t have brought it up if Leng You hadn’t.

To Wen Jiuyue’s astonishment, Xiang Wentian tied two whole roe deer in a large sack onto his back, while Leng You carried a bag containing a pair of pheasants, fifteen silly half-chickens, and a large bag of pine nuts.

Her mouth had just closed when she was about to speak, but she saw the two of them “whoosh” and disappear outside the gate.

Wen Jiuyue’s mouth opened wide again.

Finally able to close her mouth again, she bit her hand. It hurt; it wasn’t a dream.

…

“Eh… it’s you? Come in quickly!

Sixth Uncle, your niece is here!”

It was Da Sanzi who opened the door. Seeing Leng You and Xiang Wentian, he was stunned. He thought they wouldn’t come again before the New Year. They had said the same thing last time, saying it was their last delivery before the New Year.

After reacting, he turned and ran into the courtyard, waving his arms as he ran, excitedly shouting.

Every time Leng You came, she would bring Hu Liu some game or the roe deer-filled buns and dumplings made by Wen Jiuyue. Hu Liu wasn’t someone who treated his subordinates poorly, so they would all get to enjoy the delicious food.

For this reason, or perhaps not, everyone in the courtyard began to look forward to the appearance of the tall and short figures every day.

But later, Leng You and Xiang Wentian changed their delivery schedule to once every five days, which made everyone in the courtyard feel disappointed, even Liu Dazui expressed his longing.

Hu Liu had expressed doubt about their disappointment, but eventually confirmed that it wasn’t just because of the food. Like him, this brother and sister pair, while both respectable and awe-inspiring, would uncontrollably attract people.

Even though the boy’s coldness was chilling and made people afraid to speak, the little girl, even when calling him “Sixth Uncle Hu” or “Uncle Dazui” in a clear voice, always maintained a distance and an indescribable coldness, making people afraid to get close.

Although Hu Liu liked Leng You to the point where he wished she could be his daughter and wanted to hold her in his arms to feel the beauty of having a soft and cute daughter, even though Leng You was young enough to barely withstand the coldness, the boy made him dare not make a single move.

He was absolutely certain that if he dared to do so, the boy would beat him to a pulp.

“My niece is here! Come in, you must be freezing!” Hu Liu laughed, showing his teeth.

“Sixth Uncle Hu, we’re here to deliver New Year gifts.” Leng You didn’t exchange many pleasantries.

After speaking, she untied the bag and took out a pair of pheasants, ten silly half-chickens, and a large bag of pine nuts that Wen Jiuyue had already roasted.

“Oh my! How can this be, how can this be? You’ve already brought me so much delicious food before, how can I accept your gifts again!” Hu Liu was surprised. He didn’t expect these two children to give him New Year gifts.

Especially the boy, whose name he still didn’t know, his cold and chilling appearance didn’t seem like someone who would give him New Year gifts.