The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 922: Chapter 922: Nine Heads! Chapter 922: Chapter 922: Nine Heads! The dozen or so little ghosts on the other side, all dressed in bloodstained Taoist garb, rolled their ghostly eyes round and round, filled with sorrow, resentment, and fear.

“Hey, Brother Xiao Er! You guys… you guys hurry over here!” Several Taoists from the Mystic Association waved their hands frantically and called out to Huang Xiaolong. “Mr. Huang, it’s… it’s the lost comrades’ spirits!”

“Alright, then come on over quickly~~” Huang Xiaolong beckoned to the little ghosts. “Don’t be afraid, we’ve slaughtered all those perverted villagers… come quickly~~”
The dozen or so little ghosts floated over, wailing mournfully.

The leading ghost, nicknamed “Brother Xiao Er,” then recounted the tragic experience of that day, how they were surrounded and beaten to death by the villagers.

Although the Taoists were capable of exorcising evil spirits and capturing ghosts, against the vicious villagers armed with weapons and attacking en masse, they only had one path – death.

Ma Chuxia clenched her teeth in anger as she listened, then said to Huang Xiaolong, “Little Long, can you really resurrect them? Little Long, I beg you, please help them, they’re really pitiable~~”
“Hey, little wife, don’t worry~~ I’ll give it a try.” Huang Xiaolong smiled, then walked over to a group of villagers whose bodies were frozen still and about to faint from fear.

The villagers’ bodies were all intact, and they were mostly young and strong.

“Hehe~ don’t be scared, it will be over soon. I’m making you pay with your lives… I’m a very fair person,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. Then he scattered a handful of netherworld water, wiping out the villagers’ spirits, turning them all into vegetables.

Immediately afterward, he arranged the vegetative villagers in a line, drew a Formation on the ground, buried some talismans, and let each of the dozen or so fallen Taoists’ spirits choose a vegetative villager as their host for possession.

After the selection, Huang Xiaolong placed some candles, muttered under his breath, and in an instant, rays of light spilled out, and the spirits of the Taoists began to slowly squeeze into the bodies of the vegetative villagers.

“Alright, just leave one person here to watch.” Huang Xiaolong instructed, “In an hour’s time, as long as the candles don’t go out, the possession will be complete.”

In the end, several Taoists from the Mystic Association stayed behind to oversee the process. After Qingqing and Xiaohong played rock-paper-scissors, Xiaohong, the little fox, was left behind to ensure everything was safe.

“We’ll head up the mountain to find that cave, to see what deity is enshrined inside,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile as he walked toward the mountain behind the village.

Ma Chuxia and Qingqing followed him, one on the left and one on the right.

The mountain behind was desolate, with old trees and withered vines, and a flock of red-eyed crows cawing and screeching mournfully as they flew around.

After walking for a while, they came upon a sheer cliff face.

Underneath the cliff, indeed, there was a huge cave entrance!

“Master, look, there are murals on that cliff face,” Qingqing pointed out.

Huang Xiaolong and Ma Chuxia looked closely and saw carvings of figures and symbols on the opposite cliff face, but due to years of erosion, the murals weren’t complete.

Dimly discernible were nine strange faces, elevated and superior. These faces had dark skin, big ears, prominent noses, faces covered with coarse hair, and mouths turned upward in what appeared to be a smile, their expressions chilling to the bone.

The bodies of these nine faces were hidden in the darkness.

Below these nine faces, innumerable humans in tattered clothes were prostrating themselves devoutly, each holding up a bloody corpse, seemingly in offering to the nine faces.

“Oh, Master, could there be a total of nine deities?” Qingqing speculated curiously.

Huang Xiaolong pondered for a moment, then smiled and walked toward the cave entrance.

It was an entrance to an underground cave. Just as he approached the edge of the cave, a putrid stench wafted up from below, accompanied by bursts of chill that made one’s skin crawl.

“Little Long, it smells of decayed corpses,” Ma Chuxia furrowed her brows.

Qingqing’s eyes flickered, and she suddenly nodded. “Master, I smell demon qi… This must be the lair of some demon! Indeed, the deity worshiped by those villagers is actually a demon! Hmph! What kind of demon could it be!”

Qingqing was a monster herself, highly sensitive to the presence of demonic auras.

“What kind of monster, I’m not quite sure,” Huang Xiaolong said with a chuckle as he rubbed his hands excitedly, “but I know the mysterious black knife I’m looking for is down below. Hehe~~~ Let’s not guess here; how about we take a look for ourselves?”

“Yeah, yeah! I want to see what kind of monster is playing tricks too,” Qingqing clapped her hands and cheered.

Right then, Huang Xiaolong took out a charm and casually tossed it, transforming it into a blanket.

Huang Xiaolong leaped onto it, followed by Qingqing and Ma Chuxia.

The charm floated into the cave like a falling leaf before slowly descending further down.

Inside the cave, it was terrifyingly dark; not a single beam of light could penetrate. Huang Xiaolong took out several sticks of incense and recited the fire bell charm for illumination.

After dropping dozens of meters, at last, they came upon a vast stone chamber.

This stone chamber was approximately half the size of a professional football field, with uneven, slick ground—it felt like stepping on moss.

“Ugh… the ground is covered in corpse grease,” Huang Xiaolong shook his head, speechless.

Spacious as it was, the atmosphere in the stone chamber was undoubtedly eerie; the ground was piled with stacks upon stacks of bones!

These bones were all human skeletons, with skulls, femurs, ribs, and all sorts of other bones scattered everywhere, emitting a strong stench of decay that couldn’t be dissipated.

There were also some rotten clothes and fabric; Huang Xiaolong even spotted a few Nokia cell phones produced in the ’90s.

“Little Long, these skeletons are the people who were killed by those beastly villagers in the Divine Cave Village, thrown in here as offerings to the so-called deity. They have indeed all been devoured,” Ma Chuxia said with a stern expression.

Just then!

Rustle rustle~~ rustle rustle~~
Sounds of something scraping the floor echoed from all directions within the stone chamber.

At the same time, swaths of eerie mist started to enshroud Huang Xiaolong, Ma Chuxia, and Qingqing.

This peculiar mist hugged the floor, making whooshing sounds, much like rolling quicksand.

“Demonic aura…” Huang Xiaolong smiled.

“Giggle giggle giggle~~~” Suddenly, Qingqing laughed delicately. “It turns out it’s a kin~~ Why hide and skulk about? Come out proudly.”

“Cackle cackle cackle~~~ After so many years, at last, living people have been thrown down to be offered to us… Oh, and one of them is a kin… Interesting, so very interesting~~” A harsh male voice floated through the air, chilling to the bone and imbued with an indescribable cruelty.

Suddenly! Illuminated by the light from the incense in Huang Xiaolong’s hand, a colossal head slowly drifted from the northeast corner!

This head was about the size of a water jar, with dark skin, large ears and a high nose, a face covered in thick hair, upturned corners of the mouth as if smiling, creating a horrifying expression. Especially the eyes, bulging out like brass bells, gleaming with a demonic and mocking light!

At the same time——
Whoosh~~ whoosh~~ whoosh~~ whoosh~~~~
Eight more heads shot out from eight different directions, making a total of nine heads extending and retracting as if there were rubber bands attached behind them.

“Cackle cackle cackle cackle~~~~” The nine heads, opening their fang-filled, gaping mouths, simultaneously let out bloodthirsty, maniacal laughter!

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