SWDnovel Chapter 63 Dragon's Roar
Chapter 63 Dragon's Roar
Have you seen it before?
Jian Shiqing asked curiously, and even Fang Hongxuan pricked up his ears, the two waiting quietly for Chen Qinghe to tell them what he had seen and heard.
"I've never seen it before; the Dragon King of the Riverbed hasn't appeared for decades. However, it frequently appeared in the middle of the Sihua River thirty years ago."
"Every time the moon is full, it will emerge from the riverbed to absorb the moonlight. Before the disaster in Niujia Town, according to the respected elders in the ancestral hall, it was only a little over seven feet tall a year ago..."
"Thirty years ago...sixty years ago...is there some connection between them?" Fang Hongxuan frowned slightly, but he was thinking of something more.
A low, guttural growl, like that of a pig, came from behind them, and the trees along the road were crushed and pulverized as if they were being ravaged.
The blood-red pig-dragon crawled rapidly toward the three of them, unstoppable and invincible!
The commotion naturally alerted the wandering zombies in the vicinity. They moved extremely fast and soon filled the nearby bushes and jungle.
'Sha...'
The stench-filled zombies didn't immediately approach; instead, they remained a safe distance away. They stared greedily at the three, as if they would soon enjoy their meal.
The group was caught in the middle between the pig dragon and the walking corpse!
The Snowdrift and the Red Jade Throne seemed startled, standing rooted to the spot, refusing to budge an inch. Only Wu Qi continued to huff and puff.
"This is terrible..."
Even the experienced Jian Shiqing was at a loss. If there were only walking corpses, they could still fight their way out, but the inhumanly powerful boar dragon in front of them was opening its blood-red maw and charging towards them menacingly.
"Are we going to have to use that order...?"
Fang Hongxuan was filled with concerns. Last time, the tree spirit helped him remove the talisman, but this time, if no one helped him, using the order would be nothing more than drinking poison to quench his thirst.
"Go to the right..."
Chen Qinghe said in a deep voice, while forcefully pulling on the reins and turning the red jade seat around. He then squeezed the horse's belly, swung the whip, and viciously slammed it down on the horse's rump.
Despite the pain, Hongyuzuo rushed out immediately, quickly creating a two-zhang distance between herself and the two demon-slaying captains.
The two exchanged a glance, then followed, plunging headlong into the unknown village road ahead.
Behind
Pig Dragon was devouring the helpless zombies with great relish, but no one noticed the triumphant smile on the face in the palm of her hand.
Just a few steps away, the scenery ahead is completely different.
Earlier in the forest, it was midday, with the sun shining brightly overhead. But after crossing a certain boundary, the three were met with darkness, and the waning moon was dim and indistinct.
The words "Guanjiang Village" can still be faintly discerned on the dilapidated village monument covered with moss and overgrown with vines.
"this..."
Why such an impulsive decision?
"I saw my father waving at me right here at the boundary marker!"
Chen Qinghe said in a deep voice, his words tinged with sorrow. Jian Shiqing was about to retort when Fang Hongxuan pressed down on his shoulder.
He shook his head slightly, indicating that Jian Shiqing didn't need to say anything more.
"The worst outcome would be nothing more than trespassing into the territory of another evil spirit. We can't handle that boar dragon that is beyond human strength, but I do have some ability to deal with evil spirits."
"Besides, Cuo Jin didn't react at all..."
Along the way, Fang Hongxuan had already discovered another wonderful use for Cuo Jin. That was that as long as there were evil spirits around, its crimson-gold blade name would light up slightly.
When Fang Hongxuan hadn't activated his talent, Cuo Jin naturally showed no reaction. Therefore, through Cuo Jin, he could initially determine that there was no danger nearby.
...
Two-part light and shadow on the boundary marker
At midday, Guanjiang Village was ravaged by plague, with hordes of walking corpses roaming the streets.
Tian Guangzu hid in the shadows of the eaves, cursing viciously.
"I saw them enter this place without any danger, so why am I in this state after I entered?"
"Let's test the depth here first..."
Tian Guangzu made up his mind to first secretly kill several walking corpses here, and then carefully observe them to find flaws.
"Long"
Three pea-sized pebbles fell into the distance. The commotion drew the attention of the surrounding zombies, who then lunged at the source of the sound, baring their fangs and claws.
"Clang!"
The remaining two or three immobile zombies had their necks pierced by steel knives. Tian Guangzu dragged one of them into the alley.
Blood was trickling from the corpse's wounds, and the pungent stench made Tian Guangzu instinctively twitch his nose and mouth.
"Their smell, touch, and expression are indistinguishable from the walking corpses outside. How then do we explain the disappearance of the three riders?"
Tian Guangzu looked at the village entrance, which was surrounded by zombies, with a gloomy expression.
"Could the key be the village exit marker?"
...
"The silence here must be a sign of impending doom. Otherwise, how could there be no rotting corpses in such a large village as Guanjiang?"
"Let's retreat first. Although the direction indicated by the tree branch is here, we don't need to risk our lives to find Tian Guangzu."
"Just make sure he's dead, that's enough."
As they talked, the three of them unconsciously retreated to the edge of the village, and only then could they see the various buildings in the village clearly.
Bundles of corn and chili peppers hung from every one of the neatly arranged houses.
Wisps of white steam rose from the millstone in front of the courtyard, through which soybeans that had not yet been completely crushed could be vaguely seen.
"Squeak"
The door in front of the three quietly opened and closed, revealing a brightly lit room with red candles illuminating every corner. The room was also spotless, without a speck of dust.
The piles of cured meat, now turned to ash, were hung high on the beams and pillars.
In the center of the main room stood a square table, on which a tray was piled high with all sorts of fruits. Neatly arranged wine jars were covered tightly with red veils.
On the square table was a scroll of paintings, on which a lifelike dragon swimming in the clouds was depicted with exquisite detail.
Those bright, dragon eyes were fixed intently on the three people outside the door...
Even before they got close, the three could faintly smell the fragrance of fruits, vegetables, and fine wine.
"That's interesting..."
Fang Hongxuan, who did not sense any resentment, murderous aura, or malice, walked into the hall under the astonished gazes of the two.
He lifted the veil and began to fill the four empty bowls on the table with wine.
After gesturing for the two to come in, Fang Hongxuan poured the full wine cups onto the ground.
He then drank the second bowl of wine in one gulp.
He happily showed the empty bowl in his hand to the painting.
"This is truly a fine aged wine. The host is so generous, providing both mountain fruits and top-quality Fenjiu. What is the meaning behind this?"
"If there's anything we can do to help, just show yourself and say so."
"roar"
A melodious and penetrating dragon's roar rang in the ears of the three, and the sound was so joyful and excited.
"This is... a dragon...?"