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At around five or six in the morning, the sun was already blazing down on the earth, and the cicadas seemed to be calling out tirelessly.
Ruan Cuihua, the village chief's wife, wore a floral shirt made of polyester and carried a bamboo basket filled with freshly picked vegetables from the garden. As she walked, she chatted with the women of the village. "Have you heard? That boy from the Ling Family is probably not going to make it this time. I heard he’s been possessed by a water ghost. Even Ling Er Xiezi can't do anything about it."
"In my opinion, that child was doomed from the start. With all the trouble he caused when he was born, if it weren't for the High Monk's help, our village would have suffered too," said a thin, dark-skinned woman with a disdainful expression.
Another woman with a round face listened somewhat absentmindedly, forcing a smile.
Ruan Cuihua noticed something was off and quickly adopted the authoritative tone of the village chief's wife. She stepped closer to the round-faced woman and asked with concern, "Sister, if you have any worries, tell me. I'm older than you; maybe I can help. Even if I can't, there's still my husband Zhao Heitie."
The black skinny woman rolled her eyes. "Isn't it obvious you're just trying to get elected as the village women's director? Why have we never seen you so eager before?"
The round-faced woman's eyes suddenly turned red. "I’m afraid my husband has someone else outside. He... he... hasn’t touched me in over half a month! That would have been impossible before..."
Ruan Cuihua's face flushed; such matters were difficult for her to handle. What could she do? Should she start managing how people relieve themselves? Moreover, this was such an intimate issue between spouses.
"Wow! You saying that makes me realize my husband hasn’t touched me in over half a month either!" exclaimed the black skinny woman, her face showing signs of suspicion.
She then elbowed Ruan Cuihua and asked, "What about you?"
Ruan Cuihua didn’t seem shy at all. "I think I might be in the same situation..."
By evening, Ruan Cuihua could be certain that all the women in the village were experiencing the same predicament.
Regardless of whether they were hardworking or lazy, all the men in the village now displayed a lackluster demeanor—sunken eyes and an astonishing appetite but no weight gain at all.
In this season, there was hardly any farm work to be done, and it seemed like everyone was just lying in bed, unable to get enough sleep.
Ruan Cuihua sensed that something was amiss, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. So, she gathered a few formidable figures from the surrounding villages.
She wanted to see what was going on with these men. Could it be that they had been enchanted by a fox spirit from the mountains?
A crescent moon hung like a sickle in the treetops, casting the village into a deep silence.
There was no rustling of leaves in the wind, no chirping of insects; a faint mist drifted in from the direction of Qingshan Lake, carrying with it the gentle sound of a woman's singing. It was intoxicating.
Ruan Cuihua watched in horror as the mist thickened. The men, like puppets, rose from their beds and lined up to walk into the dense forest.
"Could it really be a fox spirit?" A woman's voice trembled with fear.
Ruan Cuihua, robust and strong, clenched the kitchen knife in her hand and whispered, "These are our men. Who's willing to come with me to save them?"
A few women crouched down, holding their knives tightly as they followed behind the men.
The water of Qingshan Lake appeared to be sliced open by a sharp blade. What was that thing emerging from the water?
Occasionally, the rough breaths of the men could be heard. What was happening?
Even though these women were bold, they were now terrified beyond belief.
“Clang…”
The sound of a kitchen knife hitting the ground shattered the mysterious night.
A woman on the waves glared fiercely, and with a single wave of her hand, a massive wave surged towards the hiding place of Ruan Cuihua.
“Ah… a monster…”
Suddenly drenched by the lake water, several women screamed and scattered in all directions. Their piercing cries pierced through the night’s silence, causing birds to flap their wings and flee into the shadows.
The heart-wrenching screams jolted the men awake, their souls nearly escaping them as they crouched down in fear. What was that dark, gill-bearing creature before them?
Their initial bravado evaporated in an instant, and they stumbled backward in terror. However, their baggy shorts, now bunched around their thighs, became a hindrance, causing them to trip and fall flat on their faces.
“How dare you ruin my plans! None of you will leave today…” A cold female voice rang out.
The men slowly edged backward as a woman with scales on her face glided toward them like a celestial being riding the waves.
“What exactly are you?” Ling Dajun, having experienced much, quickly regained his composure and asked the woman.
“I had intended to keep you around for some time to nourish myself, but those filthy women ruined my plans at such a critical moment… So today, I’ll simply drain your essence. If it helps me break through, it will be considered your merit,” the woman replied, her voice laced with anger.
Ling Dajun feigned calmness and said, “I may not know what you are, but throughout history, I have never heard of anyone who committed murder and still gained fortune. Don’t harbor such foolish dreams.”
The woman threw her head back and laughed, her voice soft and enchanting. With her eyes slightly squinted, she glanced at Ling Dajun, then stretched her arms out wide like a pair of wings, slowly rising into the air.
Surrounded by a faint blue mist, she formed a hand gesture and shouted, “Weak Water Three Thousand!”
It was as if a pause button had been pressed; everyone’s movements were frozen in place.
Ling Dajun's consciousness was remarkably clear, even feeling the vitality within him gradually ebbing away, yet his body remained immobilized, unable to move.
Taking a deep breath, the woman inhaled two streams of silvery light that entered her body through her nostrils. She let out a satisfied sigh. To these mystical beings, the vitality of mere mortals was akin to the flesh of a monk—an extraordinary tonic.
Ling Dajun felt increasingly drowsy and fatigued, his eyelids growing heavy. Yet in his heart lingered a single thought: his son lay at home, unconscious. What would happen to him if he died? His son was only nine years old.
The lights in the village began to flicker on one by one. Regardless of age, people rushed towards Qingshan Lake with shovels, sickles, and iron spades in hand.
As the saying goes, "Many hands make light work," and naturally, with more people around, fear diminished somewhat. Moreover, those lying by Qingshan Lake were all fathers of children.
This was also an inherent trait of the Nationals. Though they often quarreled and fought among themselves, when faced with life-and-death matters, they instinctively banded together tightly.
Women looked at their men lying on the ground, barely clinging to life. Their eyes turned red with fury; regardless of how bizarre the situation was before them, they rushed forward to attack. The floating figures were out of reach, but the unfortunate Fish-Headed Human-Legged Monsters soon found themselves utterly annihilated. The fish heads were smashed to bits.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of fish. After dispatching the minions, Ruan Cuihua cursed with red-rimmed eyes, “My man can only be bullied by me! Who do you think you are? I’ll fight you…”
Ruan Cuihua was robust and strong; she raised her kitchen knife high and hurled it with all her might as if throwing a shot put.
As the kitchen knife hurtled through the air, the woman suspended above had no choice but to sever her spell. However, the knife was relentless, and she was already gravely injured.
"Thud..."
The knife plunged deeply into her face, nearly slicing off half of it.
"When I recover, I will slaughter everyone in your village," her voice, filled with anguish and hatred, echoed in the hearts of all who heard.
Without the support of her magic, Qingshan Lake returned to its calm state.
The crowd, faces etched with sorrow, helped their men back home.
The night was destined to be anything but peaceful...
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