Uncanny Stories of Devil Hunting

Wen Que was ecstatic, he slowed down his pace and was about to reply, but the voice had already reached his mouth, but suddenly quivered and he shut his mouth.

He remembered the Barefooted Huang saying something, that there was a type of mountain ghost in the mountain who specifically ate people's heart and liver, but its power was very weak, it could not get near people, otherwise, it would be burnt by the Yang Fire on their body, but this kind of mountain ghost had a type of ability, it could clearly recognize a person's name, and even imitated someone close to them shouting out that name, the moment a person agreed, the mountain ghost's power would increase, pouncing over and biting them to death.

At that time, Wen Que had asked him why the Mountain Ghost's power had increased whenever he agreed. Barefooted Huang told him with a faint smile that this was a gift from the heavens. The heavens had created all things, and they had always given it the ability to live on. Xue Yu muttered and cursed, saying that this was nonsense, and helping the mountain ghost to harm others. The Barefooted Huang said that to the heavens, humans were nothing more than bullsh * t. He was a kid who played with mud. He could pinch whatever he wanted, just for the pleasure of it.

When he thought about this, Wen Que hurriedly covered his mouth, afraid that he would accidentally reply. But in his heart, he was thinking, what if it really was his father?

"Wen Que, is it you?" His father's voice sounded again.

Wen Que couldn't help but turn his head to look back. He saw a black figure amidst the snowy mist that looked very much like his father.

Wen Que was so scared that his heart almost split open. He thought to himself: "Dad, it's me!"

"Hee hee …" The black shadow suddenly let out a strange laugh.

Wen Que knew that it was bad, this really wasn't his father. The Mountain Spirit was too cunning, in the end, he was still tricked.

It was too late for him to run back. The shadow spread its wings and pounced towards him like a bat. In a blink of an eye, it had landed on top of him and pinned him to the ground, flapping its wings non-stop.

The ghost had an ugly head, a few hairs on the top of its head, and its eyes were very wide, almost covering its face. However, there were no eyeballs, only two sarcomas, from which came a stream of disgusting mucus that splattered all over his face.

Wen Que struggled with all his might, but the Mountain Ghost's power was too terrifying, holding him tightly.

In his panic, Wen Que did not have time to worry about dirt, he extended his hand and grabbed at its eye sockets.

When he was young, he and Xue Yu shared their battle experience, he unanimously concluded that although eye piercing was a vulgar method, it was often the easiest to achieve results. This Mountain Ghost might not have eyes, but those two sarcomas were red in color and looked fresh, so it had to be a weakness as well.

The Mountain Ghost's eyes were very strange. Once Wen Que poked his finger in, he immediately felt as if he had stuck it in mud, and the sticky substance immediately sucked his finger, making him unable to pull it out.

These were not eyes, but two mouths!

Wen Que tried his best to pull away, but he felt that his hand was about to break. The body of the mountain ghost became increasingly heavy, pressing down on him until he couldn't breathe. The snow beneath him creaked and sank, sinking him into the mud beneath the snow, making it even harder to break free.

At that moment, worms slithered out of the Mountain Ghost's mouth and crawled along his arms all the way to his body.

Wen Que shouted in fright. Thinking that the hand that was reaching into the Mountain Ghost's eye sockets was really pinching these things, he immediately felt sick.

But when he opened his mouth, the maggots kept on falling into his mouth. They were ice-cold all over, but it melted in his mouth instantly.

Wen Que threw caution to the wind, endured the disgust, and raised his head to bite on the Mountain Ghost's forehead.

He bit down on a huge piece of meat that looked like dried meat. That piece of meat was extremely tenacious, and couldn't be torn off no matter how hard he tried. The meat smelled like rotten cats.

Wen Que's stomach twitched and he started vomiting.

The Mountain Spirit did not seem to know of the pain, it ignored the pain and pressed its head down hard, wanting to bite Wen Que. But then, he was blocked by Wen Que's arm, so he couldn't get close.

One man and one ghost were in a stalemate.

Wen Que felt that he could no longer hold on, and felt extremely vexed in his heart. He thought that if he were to die under such a disgusting mountain ghost's mouth, it would be better to let the Da Hui eat him.

Right at this moment, Wen Que saw that both his hands were bleeding profusely, and at the same time, the piercing pain was as though needles were pricking them.

It wasn't the pain of a bite, but something that felt like it was expanding out of the flesh.

He watched helplessly as golden hair grew from the pores on the back of his hand.

The Mountain Spirit suddenly let out a strange cry, releasing Wen Que and flapping its wings.

Wen Que took the opportunity to crawl back up. Suddenly, he felt a strange wind blow above his head, causing him to prostrate on the ground once again.

The mountain ghost let out another strange cry, but was unexpectedly bitten by the black shadow. Its two wings flapped continuously, but to no avail.

The ghost and the shadow fell into the snow, and there was a flurry of snow and branches, and the sound of wings flapping against the snow and the trees could not be heard.

After a while, the slapping sound completely disappeared, and the "kacha kacha" sounds of chewing bones came out again.

Wen Que was dumbstruck for a moment, his fear reaching its peak. If not for the blood spurting out from his throat, he would have probably stood there like a log in the snow.

A black shadow drilled out of the snow and appeared in Wen Que's line of sight.

Although its body had undergone some changes, Wen Que still recognized it as the Da Hui!

It lowered its head and took a few steps towards Wen Que.

Wen Que subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he held his breath and retreated step by step. Suddenly, a fluffy tail extended from behind him, the tip of the tail emitting a metallic luster, like the tip of a sharp spear, facing towards the direction of the Da Hui.

With a thought, his tail began to sway, causing all his pores to open up in fear.

That tail was actually growing on his butt.

But right now, he didn't have the mind to think about what had happened to him.

The Da Hui was still closing in on him. It raised its head, its eyes fierce, as though it wanted to crack open. However, its eyes clearly revealed endless grief and despair.

Wen Que stopped in his tracks. He really wanted to get close to the Da Hui and ask it what happened.

However, how could humans and beasts communicate?

The Da Hui also did not come closer. It only looked at Wen Que face to face, and the expression in its eyes gradually changed and became calm. The sinister expression on its face was hidden like when it first met Wen Que.

After they looked at each other for a while, the Da Hui turned around and ran away.

Wen Que kneeled in the snow, his head aching. Suddenly, he thought of something and stretched out his hands to take a look. The back of his hands was covered in blood, but he had never seen this kind of golden hair before.

He felt behind his back, but there was no tail on his butt.

Only the cold wind between the two strands reminded him that his pants were torn.

It also reminded him that the tail was not an illusion.

"Wen Que!" A familiar voice came from behind him.

Wen Que was furious in his heart, he turned around and cursed, "F * ck, dead mountain ghost, are you done yet!?"

"What's going on?" Xue Yu was speechless, "I haven't scolded you yet!"

Wen Que saw two people and one cat walking towards him, and scratched his head awkwardly, "It's you two, I thought it was some evil being from the mountains."

The ones who came were Xue Yu, Chu Chi and the white cat.

"Why aren't you sleeping in the cave? Why did you come out? I didn't get a good night's rest!" Xue Yu was so angry that he scolded Wen Que.

"I'm not sure. I'm probably sleepwalking. How did you find me? " Wen Que shook his head foolishly, carefully pinching his tail with his fingers. After a while, his tail actually disappeared again.

A sleepwalk? However, Chu Chi thought of the old cunning fox who died by the side of the road. He thought that the cunning fox must have wanted to lure Wen Que out of his cave, otherwise, it would be hard for even a sober person to leave their cave, let alone a sleepwalker.

These beasts, in order to survive, why couldn't they do anything?

However, he didn't reveal it.

"We were originally chasing the Da Hui." Xue Yu said, "In the end, I chased you all the way here and I saw you."

"The Da Hui just left." Wen Que said.

"Are you hurt? Did it bite you? " Xue Yu saw that Wen Que's body was in tatters and his body was entirely red.

"I'm fine." Wen Que said, "Just like yesterday by the river, I was sweating red."

"Why didn't he bite you?" Chu Chi felt very strange.

"It … must bite me?" Wen Que didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't say you didn't bite me, just now, a mountain ghost almost ate me.

"I looked at that old fox just now. She was killed by the Da Hui for at least five to six hours." Chu Chi became even more puzzled, "In other words, the Da Hui were already around here last night. "It only killed the old fox, but didn't kill you. It's already weird enough, and it even saved you …"

"I don't understand what you're saying at all." Wen Que snorted at Chu Chi, "Da Hui is not as bad as you think. Of course, it does have areas that it can't do well … …"

"Something important must have been missed." Chu Chi said with sunken brows, "In short, don't let your guard down."

"I feel like the Da Hui had actually lured us here to meet up with Wen Que. Otherwise, why would it run all the way to the Fox Cave?" Xue Yu glanced at Chu Chi and said, "What do you think?"

"When you say it, it really does sound like this. I said what the hell is this dog up to? It's messed up so much that it's hard to tell the difference between right and wrong. " Chu Chi paused for a moment, then turned to ask the white cat on his shoulder, "Cat-lord, use your intuition to judge, is the Da Hui a good or bad dog?"