Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 911 - 480: No One Understands Magnetic Field Rotation Better Than Me (2)
When they arrived at Fengwu City, something resembling apparitions emerged from the deer-headed horse-faced mask.
Duan Yun initially thought it was a Dharma Image, but upon absorbing the memories of the deer-headed horse face, he discovered it was not.
Inside the mask was a bizarre human-faced worm that needed to consume human heart's blood to survive and had formed a symbiotic relationship with these two brothers.
The reason there were so many strange things in this Fusang region was likely related to the local magnetic field.
Duan Yun was previously caught and thrown to the ground by the deer-headed horse face, which surprised him.
Because there was a gap in strength between him and the two brothers, no matter how fast or strong they were, it would be difficult to catch him, yet at that moment, he was truly caught.
He felt as if these two had a magnet on them, attracting him, making it difficult for him to escape.
In fact, that feeling was correct but not accurate.
They were manipulating the surrounding magnetic field, forming a grasping technique based on the magnetic field, reaching a level where it was unavoidable.
Thus, Duan Yun felt that this Great Heavenly Dog might not be an easy opponent to deal with.
Because the moves of these two apprentices were precisely taught by him, showing that this person had a rather unique understanding of the magnetic field's rotation.
This was quite similar to him.
And since the opponent was a local, they should be more familiar with the magnetic field here, which could give them an advantage. The reasons the palace nobility dared not seek the sword then might have also been due to this, but these weren't issues for Duan Yun.
With his extraordinary wisdom, he didn't believe this Great Heavenly Dog could defeat him in a confrontation involving magnetic fields.
Nobody understood the magnetic field better than him.
Therefore, compared to the lands of Jiu Zhou, the magnetic field in this region was inherently more prone to ghostly manifestations.
Even in Jiu Zhou, he could encounter evil things like zombies, so encountering ghosts here was quite normal.
It's like the horror stories Jiu Zhou kids hear, usually about entities like Xiong Jiapo eating human fingers, whereas Fusang people hear more about Sadako, and Kayako, or the Snow Woman and the likes.
This was just a regional feature.
Duan Yun didn't worry about such things, as he possessed boundless heroic qi; whether gods or ghosts dared provoke him, they would face dire consequences.
But the same couldn't be said for Ziyu.
Ziyu was a writer, prone to wild imaginings. For example, upon seeing Duan Yun, she might think of all sorts of scenarios of him without clothes, and now, seeing the abandoned shrine, she imagined countless scenes related to terrifying malevolent spirits.
It didn't take long before Duan Yun went to sleep on the altar.
Indeed, the deity statue once on the altar had long since fallen, with only half of its body remaining, which Duan Yun conveniently used for sleeping.
Ziyu couldn't sleep and continued sitting by the campfire.
Though she felt the place was eerie and frightening, especially when the wind blew and the wild grass and trees around swayed as if hiding many sinister things, the more it was like this, the more excited she became.
She, Fairy Ziyu, ranked among the top writers. Countless people like Duan Yun sought her out, desiring to feed her personally because of her powerful writing ability.
Her exceptional writing wasn't only due to her being a rare talent but also because of her strong and intense curiosity.
She had not written ghost stories before; once, for the sake of a story about zombies, she stayed for several days and nights in a mortuary in Yuanling, deeply absorbing the atmosphere, thus creating a well-received story titled "I Had a Forbidden and Aberrant Romance with a Zombie."
To write about demons, she even risked having her innocence tarnished by Duan Yun, enduring intense hardships, so what else would she dare not try?
And at this moment, Ziyu found herself in such a scenario once again.
On one side, Duan Yun lay deeply asleep on the altar in the shape of the character "Ta," his breathing steady and even audible from within.
Ziyu felt that wasn't thrilling enough.
After all, with Duan Yun lying there, there was a feeling of overwhelming demon flames; countless vengeful spirits of entire families slain by him, making ordinary spirits fearful of approaching.
Fortunately, this shrine was quite large.
In search of inspiration, Ziyu ventured directly to the back of the shrine.
The shrine seemed divided between the front and the back mountain, and was of considerable scale.
The moss-covered stone steps were mixed with remnants of red incense wax, indicating a time of prosperity and flourishing incense offerings.
After walking up a long flight of stone steps, the back mountain appeared more secluded.
The collapsed or toppled structures resembled to Ziyu giant corpses yet to thoroughly decay.
Upon the back mountain stood a massive tree beneath which lay a well.
In the dim twilight, only a blurry outline was visible.
In the next instant, Ziyu suddenly stepped back.
"A snake?"
Originally tense, she was startled by the shadow of a large snake coiled there.
Upon closer inspection, Ziyu realized it wasn't a snake at all but a sculpture.
She finally understood the deity this shrine venerated.
Judging by the half of its torso and head, it was hard to glimpse its full form.
And the remaining half was here.
It appeared to be a pointed snake covered in feathers.
The feathers on the snake appeared like crane feathers, intricately carved.
In Jiu Zhou, there was the saying about "Feathered Ones" ascending to immortality.
Here, the revered snake had become a god through feathering, hence was venerated here?
Yet the statue was clearly split in two, this half evidently dragged here, with marks of malevolent burning evident on it.
One could imagine the hatred against the statue, split into two, this half dragged here, even set alight.
Despite the blackened burns, the snake's body seemed vividly lifelike, even looking more alive where burned.
But account for everything, this was ultimately just a stone statue.
In the night, Ziyu sat down, carefully absorbing the atmosphere here.
Woo woo woo woo...
The wind rustled, making the whole mountain forest sound like countless ghosts were wailing.
The branches and leaves of the large tree swayed left and right as if malevolent ghosts were baring fangs and claws.
Seeking deeper stimulation, Ziyu boldly sat atop the snake sculpture of the deity. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
She closed her eyes, listening to everything around her, letting her imagination run wild.
At that moment, she even felt as if the godly snake sculpture beneath her had come to life, writhing.
No, it didn't seem like an illusion.
Ziyu opened her eyes to find the feathered snake statue beneath still cold, showing no signs of life.
Moments later, Ziyu realized what happened.
Her sizable buttocks naturally felt warm, moving ever so slightly when her eyes were shut, creating an illusion the snake body came alive, even moving.
"Sigh, always scaring myself."
By then, she had stood up, stretching her raised backside.
Traveling with Duan Yun, though windy and cool here, it was somewhat hot by day, leaving her sweaty all over.
At this moment, Ziyu wanted to bathe.
Unconsciously, she looked toward the well.
There should still be water in there, right?
If she bathed right here, and Duan Yun happened to wake up unnoticed, then came over and saw her bathing, then....
Honestly, this scenario was a bit cliché; ten years ago, five or six of ten romantic fictions contained it.
But at that moment, Ziyu became somewhat excited.
She felt she needed a cooling shower to calm down.
It seemed inevitable she'd have to bathe.
So without further hesitation, she walked to the well and peered in.
The well was deep, emitting a chill from its mouth, with the faint glimmer of water visible.
Indeed, there was water.
Ziyu looked around, contemplating whether to draw the water up or descend directly into the well to bathe.
She leaned towards the former.
Because only by drawing the water up would Duan Yun, if arriving, easily see her.
So Ziyu turned the crank and the rope wound around the well's edge began to retract.
Attached to the rope was an old broken wooden bucket.
Though damaged, the bucket could be filled halfway if she was quick enough.
Ziyu tossed the bucket down; just before turning the crank to draw water, she felt a sudden shove, sending her tumbling into the well....
