The figure of the old shepherd seemed to evaporate, disappearing from my eyes, and I was rushing with all my strength, trying to take advantage of the momentum to put him down, but as soon as the target disappeared, the strength of my body suddenly disappeared, and I stopped in place and looked left and right

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A string of obscure and ancient mantras appeared in my ears from somewhere, and the sound of the mantras made me feel an indescribable irritability in my heart, and for a while I couldn't tell the source of the sound, rolling and surging in all directions, as if there was a source in every corner. I felt that I had underestimated the old shepherd, and before this thought was finished, a black black flame exploded above my head, and the black light was scorching, and the hair on the top of my head was burning.

I dodged the fire, and I couldn't help but look up, and my heart suddenly moved. In the middle of the night, there seemed to be a jet-black corpse hanging, burning, the oil on the corpse was burning, dripping down drop by drop, while burning, swaying, as if dragged up by an invisible rope, following my footsteps like a ghost.

"Get out!" I let out a low shout, the red light above my head suddenly flourished, the hanging fire corpse flinched and paused, not daring to get any closer, I drank again, raised the volume, the sound was as loud as thunder, and the fire corpse was shaken down, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

The flames that burst from the fire corpse splashed dots, and when a few sparks flew out, a faint shadow like smoke shone out. The shadow was moving fast, but I had already caught it, following the vague trail left by the shadow, and it flashed like a lightning speed.

"Come out!" As I moved, I had already pulled out the Ghost Whip from my body, which I hadn't used for a long time, and at this moment, it was more effective than a long sharp knife. I could only vaguely distinguish the flashing figure, but I couldn't lock on to the specific location, but as soon as I hit the ghost whip and pulled it back with my backhand, I obviously felt that the whip was slightly entangled in something. I tugged at it, and the other party fought hard against me.

This was an opportunity, I grabbed the whip and did not let go, I dragged it outward with all my strength, and it was like a stalemate back and forth for a few times, I shook it with all my strength, and suddenly, the whip dragged the figure of the old shepherd, drew out of the darkness, and threw it to the ground with a bang. I moved, jumped along the trajectory of the whip, grabbed the old shepherd, and punched him hard. The old shepherd was old, but he reacted very quickly, and with a turn of his face, the punch failed to smash firmly on his face, and he whistled past his face. But just like that, half of his face was swollen, and in a hurry, I shot very hard, and the old shepherd's nosebleed flowed down.

I was so unforgiving that I wanted to continue the beating, but the hand that was holding the collar of the old shepherd suddenly felt loose, and the old shepherd slipped out like a loach in his thin coat and rolled aside. His clothes were torn off, and he was shirtless, and his lean body was full of tattoos, and there was a ghost-like jet-black tattoo on his chest, which looked hideous and vicious.

I'm not afraid of the enemy on the surface, as long as I fight face-to-face, with my current ability, even if I can't fight, I can escape safely. As soon as the old shepherd appeared, I didn't give him any chance, and I tried to continue chasing after him. But the old shepherd, with a nosebleed, raised his hand and scattered a dense patch of stuff, which I didn't know what it was, so I had to hide.

Bang la blah

A dense piece of stuff snapped to the ground, as if it had been soaked in blood, after the barley landed, one by one on the ground around, the old shepherd reached out and grabbed two pieces of dry and hard dough, stuffed into his mouth and chewed it indiscriminately. Bread, saliva, nosebleeds, a mess of all the mess, I was disturbed by the bloody barley bouncing back and forth on the ground, and I didn't know whether to continue the pursuit. After a moment's hesitation, the old shepherd pulled the bread out of his mouth, kneaded it back and forth a few times, and threw it out vigorously.

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I always felt that the old shepherd's actions would have consequences, and I moved my feet and tried to strike first. But a piece of barley that was spinning under his feet rumbled and exploded into clouds of light with smoke, and translucent blood-red shadows suddenly floated in front of and behind him, and those shadows twisted and shook around him, which was very frightening. I rushed forward, the breath on my body forcing a few blood-red shadows back, but before I could take a single step, I suddenly felt a pair of hands reach out from behind me, silently choking my neck.

I barely turned my head and immediately saw a frightened face. It was definitely not a human face, it was a foot long, with a mouth that looked like it had been cut out of a knife, and there were only four teeth in it. I tried to break free from the other party's confinement, but with a wave of my hands, it was as if I hadn't touched anything, but my neck was still very tight.

At that moment, I remembered the scene when I was chatting with Lao Zang along the way, and I realized what I had encountered.

Qinghai borders Tibet, and belongs to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, which has a long history, because of its remoteness, it rarely came into contact with the surrounding civilizations that were more advanced at that time, so ancient religious beliefs are a very important part of the lives of the local people. Before Tibetan Buddhism became the dominant religion on the plateau, each region had its own original native or foreign religion. Primitive shamanism once had considerable adherents and status on the plateau, and the shamans of primitive shamanism always believed that all things have spirits, and shamans can summon guardian spirits from all things.

In fact, this thing is the same as the goddess in the mainland asking God, the mainland invites God, including the pen fairy, the helper, and the ghost in the side door to move money, etc., all the things invited are dirty. The patron saint of all things as understood by primitive shamanism is transliterated as "kabana", and shamanic shamans believe that this is the patron deity of all things, but other local religions feel that it is the "demon" of all things. After Tibetan Buddhism became the dominant religion on the plateau, all the other religions were excluded and influenced to a greater or lesser extent, and the status and adherents of primitive shamanism plummeted.

But that ancient and mysterious religion will always pass down something that makes people feel incredible. Lao Zang said that he had seen with his own eyes an old Tibetan man who claimed to be a primitive shaman, who could summon a demon attached to a tree from a large tree and easily smash a stone. I'm not entirely sure what secret method the old shepherd used, but on analysis, it's very similar to the primordial shamanic summoning demon.

I felt that the hands on my neck were formless and insubstantial, but it was difficult to break free, and when I was entangled by the long-faced monster, the old shepherd also completely freed his hands, wiped the nosebleed on his face, and pulled out a mess of things from a black cloth bag behind me, which made me tremble to see. There was a sudden rush in his heart, his strength exploded, and the three yang fires above his head and shoulders rose, and the Jiuding blood seemed to emit a sonorous sound of metal colliding. Whether it was a dirty thing or a demon summoned by the primitive shamanism, they were all afraid of the breath of the sun, the yang fire on their bodies was in full bloom, the hands tightly pinched around their necks seemed to be ignited, and the long-faced monster took a few steps back in despair, with a look of fear and horror.

I rushed forward with these three yang fires that were enough to ignite the yin things, and the flickering red shadows in front of me were forced back one by one, and before the messy things in the old shepherd's hands could be thrown out, I had already rushed to him, held down his neck, and smashed his lower abdomen with a fist. The old shepherd withered at that time, and his body shrunk into a ball of pain, and his face was full of snot and tears. Not daring to let go, I pulled off his belt, tied him up in a sturdy knot, and hung him from a stake outside the house. As soon as the old shepherd was tied, all movement disappeared. This man must have learned something from the primitive shamanic teachings, but he didn't have the effort to make it home.

"Who are you?" I looked at the old shepherd, and I still couldn't relax, this old guy was dressed in weird tattoos, which was very unsettling.

The old shepherd kept his mouth shut and did not speak, I have dealt with the wicked more than once or twice, and some of them, arrogant and stubborn, look very hard, but as long as they are given a little bitterness, their bones will immediately become soft. I slowly took out the knife and shook it in front of the old shepherd, the blade was close to his neck, all the way to his chest, the old shepherd shivered, and wanted to be hard-mouthed, I forced, the tip of the knife pierced into his chest, cutting a shallow and long cut.

"I'll only ask once, you can say nothing, but you can definitely watch your intestines go around your neck." I took the bloodied knife and stared into the old shepherd's eyes.

As I thought, the old shepherd's courage was not very great, especially when he was stabbed on his body, his breath was gone, and as soon as I said this, he struggled and began to beg. I asked him to tell him about it again, and the old shepherd said that he was Han, but he had lived in Tibet for more than ten years, and an old man in Tibet had taught him something, and he had only returned to Qinghai from Tibet about ten years ago.

"You said you wanted to force out the things in Jing'er Lake, what is in that lake?" I pressed on.

The old shepherd paused, swallowed his saliva, and said, "I told you, there is a dragon in that lake." ”

"Don't talk about it, you said it yourself, it's hearsay."

"No, no, no! There really is a dragon, there is really a dragon in Jing'er Lake! The old shepherd, afraid that I would not believe it, explained anxiously: "I have seen it with my own eyes! ”