The poor battle chicken, once the overlord of chickens, vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, not even bones remaining.
Long Feicheng threw off his blanket and, seeing the pitiful state of the battle chicken, couldn't help but roar, "How could you be so heartless? At least give the battle chicken a chance to be served!"
The battle chicken was so mighty; it must have tasted amazing. The moment Long Feicheng saw it, he was already fantasizing about its flavor.
But who would have thought that missing this chance would be a lifetime regret!
The sorcerer paid no mind to such things. Tonight, it was either the battle chicken's death or his own. He couldn't possibly die for a chicken, could he?
Given the opportunity, the sorcerer gritted his teeth and slammed into the window.
The window was covered with a ghost-repelling talisman. The instant the sorcerer hit it, golden ripples spread outwards from the talisman.
The sorcerer felt as if he had crashed into a steel plate and was thrown back. His head bounced on the ground like a ball several times before landing at Long Feicheng's feet.
Seeing the sorcerer so close, Long Feicheng's skin crawled. He immediately stomped on the sorcerer twice, caving in the sorcerer's nose.
Before the sorcerer could curse, Long Feicheng delivered a flying kick, sending the sorcerer's head flying.
The sorcerer, now airborne again, opened his mouth and spat out a blob of liquid, splattering it onto the talisman on the window.
The talisman instantly dissolved, and the sorcerer, seizing the opportunity, was about to break through the window!
"Trying to leave?!"
Lin Zitong retracted her Crimson God Umbrella, blocking the sorcerer's path. She quickly formed hand seals and cast a spell onto the sorcerer's face!
"Ah!"
The sorcerer screamed and retreated. His already rotten face was further damaged by half by Lin Zitong's attack.
Enraged, the sorcerer darted around like a cornered rat, not daring to stop.
Yan Shouyi regained his senses, saw the sorcerer's escape route, and stomped on his head!
This time, no matter how the sorcerer struggled, he couldn't break free.
To prevent the sorcerer from spitting out anything strange, Yan Shouyi also pushed his face against the wall.
"I shouldn't have given you a chance," Yan Shouyi said coldly.
The sorcerer gritted his teeth, "Even if I die, the curse I've cast will not disappear. I curse the people of Chenjia Village to suffer hardship for generations, to be forever poor and destitute, plagued by misfortune and illness!!"
"If you had such great power, you wouldn't be a sorcerer, but an immortal."
Yan Shouyi sneered and gripped his Zanpakuto, delivering a fatal blow to the back of the sorcerer's head!
Originally, Yan Shouyi had genuinely intended to give the sorcerer a chance.
But this guy didn't cherish it and showed Yan Shouyi that he had no intention of compromising.
So, in the end, Yan Shouyi decided not to hold back and finished him off.
The sorcerer's head twitched for a moment, then his eyes and mouth closed, falling still.
"Is he dead?"
Long Feicheng emerged from the corner, still shaken, afraid that the cunning head would suddenly open its eyes and bite him again.
"He should be stone cold by now?" Yan Shouyi wasn't sure.
After all, sorcerers were not prevalent on the mainland, and they practiced Yin arts. Not only were they looked down upon by famous sects like Longhu Mountain, but even folk short-spell sects like the Lu Ban Sect despised them.
It was said that they were beaten on sight.
Therefore, Yan Shouyi wasn't very familiar with sorcerers.
Lin Zitong said with concern, "How about I find a clay pot, seal him with a talisman, and then bury him? That should be foolproof."
"That's a good idea."
Yan Shouyi immediately asked Long Feicheng to find a clay pot, something they had plenty of at his home.
After retrieving a clay pot, they put the sorcerer's head inside. They also added items like glutinous rice, which wards off evil, to prevent any further mutations from the sorcerer's head.
Long Feicheng also threw in some star anise and bay leaves. Yan Shouyi shot him a look, "Are you pickling meat or something?"
"Don't star anise and bay leaves ward off evil?" Long Feicheng asked, confused.
"Putting these in is less effective than soaking some goji berries and ginseng in wine," Yan Shouyi said speechlessly.
Long Feicheng hesitated, "...Can I?"
"Of course not!!"
Yan Shouyi was truly impressed by Long Feicheng's train of thought. After being brothers for three months, he still couldn't keep up with Long Feicheng's wild ideas.
They sealed the clay pot with a talisman and then sealed it with yellow earth mixed with chicken blood. Yan Shouyi dug a hole in the yard and buried the pot.
This way, it was basically foolproof.
If Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng were still virgins, a splash of urine on top would have been absolutely effective against evil spirits.
After all this, it was already three in the morning.
Although many doubts lingered in their minds, at least the sorcerer was dealt with, and their worries were gone.
After everyone cleaned up the scene, Yan Shouyi said,
"We've been at this all night. There shouldn't be any more problems. Everyone get some rest early, and tomorrow we'll head to the mine to meet that Boss Zhou!"
Regardless, Boss Zhou was undeniably connected to the sorcerer, and this matter threatened the safety of the villagers of Chenjia Village. Yan Shouyi had to investigate it thoroughly.
...
By four in the morning, after all three had fallen asleep.
Some diligent elderly villagers had quietly gotten up, carrying their hoes, intending to start their work in the fields.
At this moment, at the entrance of the village, a child wearing only a red bellyband on a cold day rode an old yellow ox, slowly entering the village.
The yellow ox walked boldly down the road. The elderly villagers along the way seemed not to see the ox at all.
The yellow ox made no sound whatsoever.
Soon, the yellow ox, carrying the child, arrived outside Yan Shouyi's house.
The child nimbly hopped off the yellow ox's back and easily climbed into Yan Shouyi's yard. He looked around, and finally stopped by a patch of soft soil.
He merely reached out his hand, and the packed yellow earth scattered outwards, as if bamboo shoots were about to emerge from the ground.
Soon, the clay pot containing the sorcerer's head was pushed out.
Upon seeing the clay pot, the child's expression shifted slightly.
He picked up the clay pot, ran out of the yard, and returned to the yellow ox's back.
The yellow ox quickened its pace, leaving Chenjia Village and heading all the way to a nearby mountain god temple.
The mountain god temple had been abandoned for a long time. Besides villagers seeking shelter from the rain, no one visited it for half a month.
Upon arriving here, the child finally let out a sigh of relief. He carefully opened the clay pot.
As soon as a crack appeared in the clay pot, a disgusting liquid spurted out!
The yellow ox let out a "moo" and the liquid flew to the side, completely avoiding the child's face.
The child seemed to get angry, directly lifted the clay pot, and smashed it hard onto the ground!
Bang!
The clay pot shattered, and the sorcerer's head rolled out.
He was still alive!
The sorcerer's head scrambled away quickly, spitting out star anise and bay leaves from its mouth as it ran.
The child snorted and casually grabbed the air in front of him.
The sorcerer, who was about to dash out of the mountain god temple the next second, suddenly appeared in the child's hand. The child yanked its intestines, swung it around a few times, and then smashed it hard onto the ground.
The sorcerer, dazed by the impact, couldn't figure out how to escape even after it stopped. Its head spun on the ground.
"Who dares to be so audacious and play tricks on me!!" the sorcerer roared.
By the time it regained its senses, stabilized its head, and looked up.
In the mountain god temple, there was a dilapidated statue covered in cobwebs.
Strangely, the statue was not of an inviolable, majestic deity.
Instead, it was—a child riding a yellow ox, wearing a bellyband.
The sorcerer's eyes widened, and he said disbelievingly, "You, you are the mountain god?!"
The child sat sideways on the yellow ox's back, swinging his legs back and forth. The silver rings on his ankles clinked together from time to time, making a crisp sound.