Chapter 65: The River God Didn't Come, but the Mountain Ghost Did!_1

Mountain Ghost!?

Liang Qu's heart suddenly pounded.

In the "Haomu Hall Miscellaneous Records Annotated Edition," there was an illustration of the Mountain Ghost, and its fissured skin, like that of a withered tree, had made an incredibly deep impression on him!

Humanoid in shape, with skin as brown as a withered tree, impervious to knives and spears.

Young feasts on livestock, delights in human viscera!

How could there be a Mountain Ghost here!?

Pingyang Town is sixteen li away from Yixing City!

The intense sound of nine gongs echoed over the wharf as the Shaman, waving a short rod, danced slowly, singing an unknown hymn, with a thousand pairs of eyes staring at Liang Qu, awaiting his ascent to the altar.

Liang Qu momentarily doubted his sight, suspecting it to be an illusion, but in the next instant, the shadow suddenly sprang from behind the mountain wall, its sharp claws tearing through the Liang bricks, right above the dense crowd below.