Chapter 206: Someone's Watching

Chapter 206 Someone is Watching

"What is wrong, True Man?" Seeing Li Huowang so tense, he retreated a few steps.

Those black pottery jars in the distance looked nothing out of the ordinary, completely just ordinary jars for pickling vegetables, the only feature was merely an upside-down Fu character pasted on top.

Li Huowang looked at those jars without relaxing his guard in the slightest, "Something just looked at me from over there!"

"Look.... look at you?" Jin Shanzhao's expression hesitated, sizing up those jars in the distance again.

"Could there be someone inside? But True Man, that jar is too small, it cannot fit a person."

"I didn't say it was a person looking at me!" Li Huowang decisively spread the "Record of the Great Thousand" on the ground. Bloodied fingernails flew over swiftly, easily slashing open those black pottery jars.

Sounds of "crash" rang out continuously, those black pottery jars shattered one after another, brown saltwater mixed with pickled vegetables spilled all over the ground.

Li Huowang's heart did not relax its guard, he walked over carefully, using the sword in his hand to pick open the pottery shards and inspect them one by one.

After inspecting carefully for a while. Li Huowang did not find anything abnormal, these jars really were just vegetable jars for pickling vegetables.

The noise attracted people from inside the house, an old woman leaning on a cane walked over tremblingly, "You child, why did you smash my family's vegetable jars! Pay up!"

Li Huowang put away his sword, took out some pieces of silver from his bosom and threw them by her feet, then cautiously faced her and retreated step by step backward.

"True Man, where are you going? Aren't we going to buy grain?" Jin Shanzhao hurriedly followed.

"Leave this place first, we will buy somewhere else!" After what just happened, Li Huowang had completely lost trust in this village before him.

At this critical juncture, Li Huowang would rather be wrong in his guess than be ambushed by something, he did not want to suffer such a loss again.

Facing Li Huowang and the other moving away, the old woman did not stop them again, but leaned on her cane bending to pick up the pieces of silver on the ground, her toothless mouth mumbling, as if cursing something.

After leaving that village, Li Huowang led the group continuing forward on the road, this travel continued until late night.

In a bamboo forest, they finally stopped, no matter what that gaze was, this distance was far enough to stay away from danger.

A bonfire rose, the group began to set up pots and cook, although everyone was very weary, food still had to be eaten. Otherwise the body simply could not hold up.

Li Huowang did not do these miscellaneous tasks, he stood on the ox cart canopy, using that excellent vision like a watchtower to constantly patrol the surroundings.

Mantou seemed to understand Li Huowang's thoughts too, pressing his nose to the ground, sniffing continuously in circles.

However until after eating, there was still nothing abnormal, as if the gaze from earlier in that village was an illusion.

"Did I feel it wrong?" Li Huowang felt a trace of doubt arise within his heart. Actually he had never trusted his own feelings much.

But very quickly he cast this completely unnecessary doubt behind him, things already done did not need hesitation.

"Senior Brother Li, dinner is ready, come eat quickly."

Today they ate bamboo shoot noodles sourced locally. Fresh bamboo shoots tasted crisp and sweet, although there was no meat, but a thick layer of rich lard on the noodle soup greatly comforted Li Huowang's shriveled stomach.

For a time around the bonfire, others ate enthusiastically, sounds of slurping soup, crisp sounds of bamboo shoots being bitten off were incessant.

After eating and drinking their fill they felt sleepy, the weary others lay directly in their blankets and closed their eyes.

Tonight the night watch was Li Huowang, at this time, he trusted no one else.

Soon in the bamboo forest, except for the crackling sound of the bonfire burning, there were no other sounds.

Only Li Huowang remained sitting by the bonfire, gently using his hand to stroke the soft fur on Mantou's body.

But he was after all not an iron man, very quickly he also felt sleepy.

Shaking his head hard, feeling it did not dispel the sleepiness, Li Huowang took out a sharp awl from his hem and stabbed it directly into his right palm.

Blood dyed the Daoist robe redder, the intense pain made Li Huowang's whole body tighten, instantly refreshing his mind, leaving no sleepiness.

"Little Daoist Lord, how about I take over for you, old people naturally sleep less."

Although he did not see the person, but through the footsteps, and that familiar tobacco scent, Li Huowang already knew who was behind him. "Leader Lu, go to sleep. We still have to travel tomorrow, you kept watch today, you won't be able to handle it tomorrow."

Lu Zhuangyuan sat down beside Li Huowang with that face full of wrinkles, he carefully took out three strands of tobacco from the pouch, then mixed with some dried leaf debris on the ground, put them into the pipe hole and lit it.

"Daoist Lord, look at my youngest son, how is he?"

"Hmm?" Li Huowang glanced at Lu Xiucai sleeping leaning against his older brother and sister-in-law.

His impression of this youth was not great, not only was he timid, but whatever he did he looked ahead and behind, hesitant.

"Little Daoist Lord, I know it is some delusion, but, this old man still wants to put down an old face to ask, can let him become your disciple?"

"That boy is actually not an actor, hasn't opened his voice, don't dislike him, not daring to hope you teach him all supernatural powers, even if he knows just one, that would count as our Lu family ancestral grave, emitting green smoke."

Lu Zhuangyuan had just finished speaking, but discovered this Little Daoist Lord's reaction was suddenly standing up.

"It followed! Everyone up!" Li Huowang's loud shout made the others who just fell asleep rub their eyes and wake up.

"Defend!" Li Huowang finished speaking, holding the sword he slowly walked towards the bamboo forest aside, the bamboo forest that should be crisp green under the shroud of darkness appeared exceptionally gloomy.

Did not walk long, Li Huowang saw two white porcelain jars between the bamboo.

The jars were not big, looked about the same as a watermelon, on these two jars was pasted a strip of red paper, on it was also written some characters with a brush.

Deceased Mother: Spirit Tablet of Late Mother Yang Fengling

Grandfather: Spirit Tablet of Late Grandfather Li Quanyou

Obviously these were two urns, the traces of worship in front of the jars also proved this point.

Seeing these jars, Li Huowang hesitated a bit, should he really smash these urns? Heaven knows what might jump out from inside later.

After thinking it over, Li Huowang slowly retreated out. The firelight in the distance also gradually disappeared, everyone began traveling halfway through the night.

Did not know how much time passed, the lids of those two urns slowly rose up, from inside the jars emerged two children's heads with white powder smeared on their faces.

They were obviously not ordinary children, heads only the size of an ordinary man's fist.

The round blush on both sides of the two people's cheeks appeared exceptionally conspicuous on the snow-white faces.

The little people looked at each other, giggled, immediately their arms and legs also smeared with white powder, stretched out through the urns.

The two were just about to leave, but were blocked by a figure descending from the sky.

Li Huowang gritted his teeth, using those bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep, staring deadly at these two strange things before him.

(End of Chapter)