Chapter 728: Chapter 728: Lake Bottom Monster
In truth, Chen Ahmao could have saved himself by simply letting go, but deep down he was someone profoundly loyal and devoted.
I hurried over, but I was too late to intervene.
There I saw Wu Zhenglin, in his purple robe, carrying a pot of steaming rice milk.
He accurately doused the rice milk onto the arm in the lakebed silt. "If scalding doesn’t kill you, with my granny and me here, we won’t let a demon harm a single person."
"Ouch, it’s burning me to death." The two trendy young men being pulled down couldn’t avoid some of the boiling rice milk splashing on them and screamed in agony.
However, the thin, green arm just shuddered slightly and didn’t budge an inch.
And due to the pain of being splashed by the rice milk, it became even angrier.
With a crack, it crushed the ankle of the young man at the very bottom.
Five long, green claws with sharp nails dug deeply into the young man’s flesh and blood.
Blood dripped down the green arm, but in a second, it was all absorbed by the skin on the limb. The unknown monster was actually absorbing people’s blood and bone marrow.
With a sound of spitting blood and the thick scent of blood,
I found Granny Wu in the northeast corner of the lake, suppressing the demon. She was sitting cross-legged with her eyes tightly shut, constantly performing a series of complicated hand seals.
She was dressed in a red robe, covered with all sorts of pockets.
Granny Mi is also known in the southern countryside as "Pocket Granny."
The more skilled the Granny Mi, the more pockets she has, each with a different function.
For example, to inquire about offspring, one only needs to put rice into the Child-Seeking Bag, which can be used for divination regarding future progeny and more...
At that moment, on Granny Wu’s robe, which looked like a beggar’s,
all the pockets had come undone.
A handful of rice fell out from each pocket, the rice stained with black qi and the fresh blood from Granny Wu’s mouth. Once hitting the ground, it immediately took root and sprouted.
The sprouts that emerged were a dark black color, like living tentacles, burrowing into Granny Wu’s body.
This was backlash from the divination, which was originally intended to quake the demon using the yang energy of the grains combined with Granny Mi’s power.
Now that the demon was too powerful, Granny Wu was being backlashed by her own rice.
If this continued, Chen Ahmao and the other two would definitely be dragged down to feed the unknown filth in the silt.
"Granny! Dammit! How dare you hurt my granny?" Wu Zhenglin saw Granny Wu spitting blood and his eyes reddened with rage.
He actually pulled out his Peach Wood Sword and threw it at one of the trendy young men, "Cut off your leg, or all three of you are doomed."
The sword, thrown recklessly, could easily have been lost in the muck had they not been careful.
"What? Cut off the leg??" The young man caught the sword in a panic and upon hearing he had to cut off a leg,
he turned pale, how could he possibly bring himself to do it.
But the next second,
the claw pulled his body downward.
His knees plunged into the mud, leaving him no choice.
The blunt Peach Wood Sword, utterly incapable of cutting paper, managed to sever the green arm.
Green liquid sprayed out, unbearably foul-smelling.
"It’s over, this shouldn’t have been cut." Although I couldn’t see what was underneath the silt, I knew it must be powerful, and wounding it like this was definitely a case of "trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it."
Wu Zhenglin was also stunned, "Why did you cut it, you should cut yourself."
But it was already too late.
The next second, the severed claw retracted.
Wu Zhenglin and I desperately pulled on Chen Ahmao, trying to pull the three up before the creature could strike again.
I had even released heavenly fire, in a flash.
Another claw shot up, crushed a tomato mid-air, and tore the body of the young man holding the Peach Wood Sword to shreds.
His soft belly was opened, and the contents of his body thudded into the muck.
The young man’s head was still intact, his eyes open wide as he watched his body become... so horribly mutilated...
"Qiangzi, let go quickly, come up." I knew this person was beyond saving, and in a critical moment, we had to make the hard choice to sacrifice the few for the many.
Qiangzi was one of Chen Ahmao’s close friends. As heartbreaking as it was, he still forcefully let go of his companion, who now resembled a squashed tomato, and with blood all over, was half-pulled up by Chen Ahmao and us.
But then...
With a ripping sound, a bloody claw pierced through his abdomen and emerged in front of us.