Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 367 Yu Shuoyang's Aunt

"Young people nowadays are so reckless."

A clear shout broke through the air, and the woman in red jumped down from the branch of the ancient locust tree. The silver bracelet on her wrist made a sound of metal and stone. Two Emei spears spun with cold light in her palms. The moment the tips of the spears broke through the mist, there was a clear whistle of a dragon descending from the sky.

Yu Shuoyang's pupils suddenly contracted. The woman's high ponytail swept across the lapis lazuli forehead ornament, and her brows flew diagonally into her temples like quenched sword blades. However, the light red scar on her left eyelid caught his attention first.

The moment the woman's feet stepped on the vermilion lacquered coffin, the bronze beast mask suddenly opened its scarlet eyes.

Yu Shuoyang opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, there was a loud noise of a coffin lid exploding in the distance. The originally quiet vermilion lacquered coffin trembled violently, the red light in the bronze beast's eyes surged, and black mist came out from the cracks in the coffin, withering all the grass and trees wherever it passed. The talisman paper turned into gray butterflies in the firelight, fluttering down on the shoulders of the woman in red.

Zhang Miao looked at the tragic scene and a flash of understanding appeared in his eyes.

"aunt?!"

"Shut up and stay!"

Aunt?! The team members looked at Yu Shuoyang in surprise.

"Aunt, your nephew is here to help you!"

When Yu Shuoyang jumped up on his tiptoes, he caught a glimpse of the accessory around his aunt's waist. It was a sword tassel with the word "Yu" engraved on the beads - it was made for his aunt when he was a child.

On that night when the blood moon was in the sky, it was his aunt with the sword tassel who led him to break through the encirclement of demons and monsters, and led him on the path of subduing demons and monsters... The glass beads hanging on the sword tassel had a few more cracks than he remembered, but they still shone with a brilliance like the bright moon over the ocean.

She is still the same... Yu Shuoyang looked at the woman's back, with helplessness in his eyes.

"Aunt" didn't even turn her head, as if the nephew she hadn't seen for a long time was not as attractive as the demon in front of her. She used the Emei Spear in her hand to cut off the yellow talisman. Black mist surged out of the torn talisman paper and condensed into eight centipedes with human faces, but they were all nailed to the tree trunk by the silver needles she threw out when she turned around.

The necks of the coffin bearers twisted 180 degrees, their cinnabar moles split open with blood, and they spat out bronze chains covered in mucus.

Zhang Miao swept his sword across to block Yan Zhou's sneak attack from the chain, and the iron weapons collided, producing blue-purple sparks.

Those chains seemed to be alive, snaking along the ground and wrapping around everyone's ankles. Fu Xiangxing was about to make a hand gesture and even held a talisman in his hand, but he saw Yu Shuoyang's aunt walking in the air on the chains, the hem of her red shirt fluttering like a flag, and the Emei spear accurately pierced the cinnabar in the throat of each coffin bearer.

"They are all puppets, but they can cause the people behind the scenes to suffer backlash."

As the aunt was explaining, Wang Yanzhi's sword had already opened the linen collar of the boy's shirt - inside his chest was a skull wrapped in red thread, with a wriggling poisonous insect stuffed in his eye sockets.

Yu Shuoyang pulled the man away: "Don't worry about the counterattack - if the bug flies on your face, you will be obedient when you are so close."

Wang Yanzhi curled his lips and was about to refute, but when he saw that thing out of the corner of his eye, he immediately exclaimed: "The black water in the coffin is about to overflow!"

Before he finished his words, the lid of the vermilion coffin burst open, and dozens of skeletal hands stretched out from the foul-smelling liquid. Yan Zhou sprinkled medicinal powder with his backhand, and the bones that touched the black water immediately gave off green smoke, but in the smoke they restructured into a deformed skeleton with three heads and six arms.

"You all get out of the way!"

Yu Jingqiu spun around and threw out the leather bag at her waist. Twelve copper coins engraved with thunder patterns were nailed into the four corners of the coffin. She bit her fingertips and drew a bloody talisman in the air. The scattered paper money suddenly ignited without wind and turned into golden and red chains that bound the deformed skeleton. Only then could everyone see the densely packed spells at the bottom of the coffin - they were actually written with human blood mixed with cinnabar.

"Thunder and fire are summoned!"

The sound of the suona turned into a shriek, and the broken neck of the coffin bearer turned a full circle like a wheel, pulling the flesh and skin, revealing a smiling face painted with rouge. The coffin exploded with a bang, but what flew out was not ashes, but the remaining horns of the demon covered with blood and flesh.

As the smell of burning filled the forest, the funeral procession turned into ashes all over the ground. When Yu Jingqiu put away his blade, the silver bell on his wrist rang softly. He turned around without even looking at his nephew, and skillfully grabbed his nephew's ear: "After so many years of training, is this all you can do? I told you to step back, but you still stood there? Are you ready to make trouble?!"

“It hurts! You’re here!” Yu Shuoyang stood on tiptoe and begged for mercy—he’s already this old! Why would his aunt still use this trick? ! It’s so embarrassing!

Wang Yanzhi was holding the photo stone close to record the remaining talismans so that he could go back and report on the task.

The woman hit the back of his hand with the handle of the Emei Spear: "Don't touch this, little kid. The curse on it is enough to give you nightmares for three months." A blue flame ignited at her fingertips and devoured the ashes.

"Your aunt is so capable, why didn't you learn anything from her? And you never mention your aunt?" Wang Yanzhi winked at Yu Shuoyang, but Yu Shuoyang pretended not to see it - he didn't mention it because he didn't learn anything, and his aunt didn't allow him to, as she thought he would embarrass her if he went out.

"Senior, do you recognize this evil magic?" Zhang Miao put away his sword and saluted.

Yu Jingqiu didn't answer. He bent down and picked up half a bone from the scorched earth. There was demonic energy wrapped around it.

"What a weird thing, this is the work of a demon cultivator. The flesh and blood in the coffin is probably from the offerings there. This funeral procession is probably just their means of transportation. I came here all the way and found that there are quite a few such teams. I'm afraid it's the work of the demons that have been making a lot of noise recently... Are you from the Common People's Alliance to do a mission?"

"Yes."

"This is not an ordinary demonic activity. You should not investigate ghosts and monsters, but who is the one who is raising these evil creatures and collecting their flesh and blood. They may be related to the demons. Remember to report it."

"Of course. Thank you for the reminder, senior." It seems that because the cultivation world is keeping a tight rein on them, these demon cultivators who have defected can only command ghosts and monsters to carry out small actions in dense forests and deep mountains to provide supplies for the demons - Zhang Miao thought about it in his mind and figured out how to write the report.

Yan Zhou crushed the ashes on the ground and said, "No wonder the mission description only said it was a strange phenomenon, and no one was injured or killed. It turns out that its function is just a means of transportation. It has no lethality. It's just that the mortal body cannot withstand it and it is easy to get sick if it hits it."

"I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Yu Jingqiu, the aunt of my good-for-nothing nephew Yu Shuoyang."

Yu Shuoyang curled his lips: There’s no need to pull others down, right?

"But the Red Snake Fairy?"

Yu Jingqiu was a little embarrassed: "If you mean how people outside call me, yes."

Yu Shuoyang was actually confused: "Apart from the red dress, the title of aunt doesn't match anything else, right?"

Zhang Miao has always done his homework: "People call you 'Red Snake Fairy' not because of your weapon or clothes, but because her movements are like a red snake slithering through fire, and she can hit the throat with one strike. She is also determined to kill demons like a poisonous snake devouring evil, and she will not stop until the demons are killed. Although this is somewhat related to the red python that you were famous for, it is more because of your character."

The blood of Emei is used to brighten the dragon's eyes, and the red python wraps around the coffin to break the darkness.

The crimson robe dares to bind the fire of the nine abysses, and a single thought will burn the body and illuminate the bones.

"Red Snake" is not soft silk, but a poisonous long blade, serpentine in appearance and fierce in nature - wherever the red-clothed girl passes, evil spirits are like dead leaves encountering a prairie fire. This name hides her paradoxical mercy of stopping killing with killing, just like the red-clothed snake: extremely beautiful means dangerous, extremely poisonous means pure.