most treating my little house as a new tourist attraction.The police also came to the door and searched the house, but they didn't find anyone suspicious.I secretly felt fortunate that Mu Wanchen was...The wind whipping outside made a whooshing sound.

A demonic wind whipped through the air, swirling up leaves, dust, and debris—twigs, stones that slammed against my wooden door with a deafening boom. My heart hammered in my chest; I was utterly powerless, terrified by every sound from outside.

I saw lightning flashes in the distance from a crack in the wall, and a huge creature being dragged out by several villagers. What are they doing

This demonic wind is different from the eerie and frigid coldness of Yin Qi. It carries a surge of rage and savagery, overwhelming and domineering as it descends. The strong winds sway the rope tied to me, causing the scraped skin on my wrist to burn and ooze blood beads.

The deafening roar, coupled with the thunder splitting the sky, shook the very foundation of this house. A fine layer of sand and dust rained down on me, coating my head in grime, leaving me covered in dirt from head to toe.

This helplessness is despairing, I can't even move, and I don't know what's going on outside. If I scream for help, will it bring rescuers or enemies

A roar came faintly on the wind, growing fainter and fainter until—

"Bang!!"

A tremendous force burst through the wooden door, shards of wood flying past me and sending a cloud of dust swirling inside the room!

The middle-aged man who tore at my clothes was thrown in, spitting blood as he landed on the ground. He glared out the door and roared, "You, surname Mu! Don't go too far! This woman was captured by our village! What right do you have to take her by force!"

A tall and strong man, built like a bear, walked in from outside.

This is the one surnamed "mù"

Look at that figure! That's definitely not someone from my place.

My older brother is the peak of our family's appearance. He's 180 centimeters tall and slender. Jiang Qiyun is half a head taller than my brother, that kind of height difference directly means he can always look down at me from a higher position.

But the person who came in was at least six foot two! The door frame flew off, and he still had to bend over to get inside!

And he was built like a bear, his bare upper body showcasing solid muscles and beautiful tattoos. He wore a strange wooden mask on his face, his dark eyes reflecting the dim light in the room.

He stared at me for a moment, then sneered coldly at the middle-aged man on the ground: "What gives you the right to forcefully grab things It's simply because I don't consider you lot!"

The middle-aged man shouted, "You can choose any girl from our village! You want as many as you like! But this woman is my master's prey! If you dare to grab her, my master won't let you go—"

Before he could finish, the masked man raised his hand and punched the wall beside the door. The adobe wall was smashed into a large hole!

This is… like a humanoid weapon…

He sneered and said, "What's your master If he has an opinion, let him come find me himself. As the Shaman King, I'm not afraid of you small villages and hamlets rebelling"

King of the Witches!

When I encountered a Taoist sorcerer before, my grandfather told me that we shouldn't tolerate these demons and heretics, regardless of whether they are monks, priests or laymen.

Now there are very few truly profound Buddhist monks, most of whom have become professional monks. There are slightly more Taoist priests because they are closer to the lives of ordinary people. However, the third category, "laypeople," is the largest in number and encompasses the most diverse range of practitioners.

With such a vast nation, there are diverse customs in every corner. Most proficient in these customs are "shamans," such as mediums like ghost-calling witches, fortune-tellers, and those who interpret omens through rice grains, and so on.

Moreover, the word "witch" has been linked for thousands of years with another terrifying term: "poison."

The term "witchcraft and sorcery" has been recorded since the pre-Qin dynasty and has always terrified emperors of various dynasties. After Emperor Wu of Han's ordeal with witchcraft and sorcery, these two words became taboo.

During the Han and Tang dynasties, strict laws were enacted to severely punish those involved in sorcery and witchcraft. As a result, they were forced into hiding among the common people. Their living space was constantly restricted, making it incredibly difficult to find even a single practitioner of traditional magic today within our circle.

And the Shaman King... was a mythical being, even beyond imagination.

It turns out there really is a Shaman King.

From the tone of his voice, it sounds like the zombie cultivator's village is a small village And they even "rebelled"

The middle-aged man's face contorted with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "You want this woman, Mu Fine, you can have her, but... wait three months. In three months, we'll send her to you. You can do whatever you want with her then!"

Three months My mind raced. This middle-aged man feared the shaman king, it seemed he intended to send me away, but at least he'd wait until I gave birth to the child!

What did that old geezer say today If there were two Yin-Yang Spirit Children's Corpse Kings, we wouldn't have to fear the surname Mu at all! So the corpse refiners are planning to rebel against the Shaman King's "rule"

The shaman king let out a cold laugh: "Three months Three months, and you've managed to turn this woman into a wreck I demand a wreck."

"I promise we won't touch her—" the middle-aged man pleaded desperately.

I found a glimmer of hope and shouted urgently, "Don't believe him! Their target is the child in my belly!"

Child The warlord turned his head to look at me, taking a few steps toward me. His menacing aura and imposing physique made my breath catch in my throat!

"You're with child" The Shaman's voice was displeased: "Hmph, I have no interest then. I thought you were a clean body, one fit to be my wife."

My goodness! You, a bandit who barges into people's homes to rob them, still want a perfect wife You'd be lucky to find someone willing to marry you with that look of yours!

I'm about to be driven mad by his anger, but right now my hope lies solely with him! I have to pretend I can't hear a word he says!

This guy looks fierce, but not that monstrously cruel. Maybe he could get me out of this village! As long as I leave the barrier, Jiang Qiyun will be able to find me!

“Wait! Wait! They want to have my child turned into a corpse— ”

The Shaman King turned his head to me, asking coldly, "So what"

"...The child in my womb is a yin-yang fetus. They want to refine it into a Corpse King to rebel against you!" When I said this, the middle-aged man on the ground glared at me as if he wanted to kill me.

The Shaman King narrowed his eyes and coldly turned to the middle-aged man. He crouched down, his tall frame towering over the man, and grabbed his jaw, sneering, “So you really want to rebel You even found Yin Yang Embryos. What Do you think because I haven't become the Gu King yet, you can turn the tables”

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly exerted force with his hand and crushed the middle-aged man's jaw!

I saw the middle-aged man crying out in pain and rolling on the ground, silently closing his eyes not daring to look... This Shaman... is also very terrifying....

He walked toward me, standing like a wall in front of me. He drew out a strange curved sword and waved it through the air. The wind from the blade cut the rope binding my hands. I plummeted downwards, letting out a cry of alarm—in this falling position, I couldn't protect my stomach!

The Sorcerer King sneered and extended an arm. The old man's protective barrier in front of me seared his arm, sending wisps of smoke curling into the air, but he didn't flinch.

He walked while ripping the restraints from my body, but my hands remained tightly bound. He carried me out like a sack of grain over his shoulder.res of Taichi, and a stylish carriage soon appeared before me driven by a young boy.He put the gourd away and, with a smile on his face, said: “Little Lady’s gone back to her husband’s family with the...