Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Hearing the chaotic footsteps on the street, the man named Jin Bairo used a wooden stick to block the door. Then, he quickly went to the side to comfort his frightened wife and son.    

Jiro was actually very flustered as well. His hands were also trembling. However, he still tried his best to remain calm and told his wife and children not to make any noise.    

It was all because of the chaotic army outside with spears in their hands.    

If they were discovered, they would die.    

Jiro was very clear on this point.    

When he was young, jiro had experienced similar situations. At that time, he was still living near Jiangguo. A group of samurai with spears and swords rushed into his hometown. At that time, his father protected his wife and children just like the current him. However, the difference was that at that time, he was still young, so he couldn't help but be frightened and make a sound.    

The warriors killed his father, kidnapped his mother, and cut off his brother's neck. At that time, he was still young and escaped death because of fear.    

Jinro still remembered that bloody home.    

After that, he left his ruined hometown and went to this underground city. After so many years, he could be considered to have used his own hands to create a decent life. But now...    

Why would there be a war in the vicinity of Peace Capital?    

What was going on in this world?    

The men holding spears outside did not look like warriors. They were dressed like hunters. Some of them are wearing tattered clothes. However, jiro didn't feel anything different.    

No matter what they wore, even if they were naked, the spears in their hands could still be used to kill.    

These people could take their lives, so naturally they could take everything from them.    

So they couldn't make a sound, they definitely couldn't...    

"Come out from inside!"    

Bang! Bang!    

The door was violently smashed. Jiro hurriedly opened his arms and pressed down on his wife and son, who were frightened.    

"Don't make a sound..."    

Jiro lowered his voice.    

"Please don't make a sound..."    

- -kacha!    

The sound of wood shattering could be heard, and a thick and heavy axe blade suddenly appeared from the door.    

"Cut open the door! There must be something wrong with it!"    

A shout came from outside the door.    

The sound of wooden planks breaking could be heard continuously. In horror, ichiro stared blankly at the heavy axe cutting down the wooden door again and again. Finally, he dug out a big hole in the wooden door.    

A callused hand reached out from the hole and quickly touched the wooden stick on the door. Then, he pushed the wooden stick aside. A group of young men barged in.    

"What are you hiding for!? It must be a demon!" The young man in the lead waved his hand, "Take them all away!"    

"Monster... monster?"    

Jiro was stunned.    

But before he could react, his wife and children had already been pushed out.    

What greeted them was a sharp spear blade.    

"We are not demons!" Jiro shouted in fear, "We are not demons..."    

"Stop!"    

With a loud shout, the sharp spear blade stopped in front of Jiro's family.    

"Why don't you guys remember..." A balding middle-aged man walked over and knocked on the heads of the young men one by one. "This is clearly an ordinary person, how can he be a demon?"    

"Uncle Kojiro! They are hiding!" Some of the young men who were beaten up defended themselves unwillingly, "If they are not demons, why would they hide..."    

" Stupid! "    

Kojiro gave the young man another slap, then took out a small vajra pestle and shook it beside Ichiro and his family.    

"Master Chidori's magic weapon has no reaction. It's not a demon. You guys caught the wrong one. "    

He casually chased away those young and strong men. The middle-aged man named Kojiro patted Ichiro on the shoulder.    

"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people." Kojiro kindly comforted Ichiro and his family, "We are in Master Chidori's team. We only kill demons and evil spirits, and those who help demons and evil spirits deceive the world. We are the team of tens of thousands of people. "    

"Ten thousand people's... team?"    

Jiro, who was still in shock, stared blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him.    

It was very difficult for him to understand what the other party was saying to him.    

"Master Chidori... Who is it?"    

"Master Chidori..."    

Kojiro's face was full of respect.    

"He is as great as a Bodhisattva."    

When he thought of the tall monk's face, the corner of Kojiro's mouth revealed a faint smile.    

That man would be as great as a Bodhisattva.    

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Lower Mountain, in the main hall of the private school.    

"Drink!"    

The young man named Babakumaru dodged the spear and fiercely smashed the wooden blade in his hand. Bang!    

However, just as Babakumaru stopped moving, even more spears pierced towards him.    

Just as Babakumaru was about to be assassinated, a shiny Katana appeared in front of him.    

The light of the blade was like a full moon.    

"Clang!"    

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, several spear-wielding youths were neatly cut in two at the waist.    

"You brat, don't be stupid!" The dignified old man casually tossed away the blood on the Katana, "What are you fighting for!? Hurry up and run! Bring the students into the mountains!"    

" Mr. Nurarihyon. " Babakumaru laughed bitterly. "We can't leave. Right?"    

"We can leave!"    

With a wave of the Katana, three young men with spears in their hands were killed by the saber light.    

"Shan Taro and the others can't see it, I can see it." As if he didn't hear Nurarihyon's shout, Babakumaru continued to mutter to himself, "It's the same as when we were at the Jianbo Mountain, these humans are the same as the Wangliang family. We have been surrounded. We can't escape anymore... "    

" Bullshit! "    

The dignified old man tore open the black robe on his upper body, revealing his muscular body and the evil ghost tattoo on his back.    

"If I say I can leave, then I can!"    

Along with the trembling of his muscles, the ferocious ghost mask on Nurarihyon's back seemed to be roaring silently. The blade light crisscrossed, and it actually forcefully cut open an open space in the crowd.    

Babakumaru, who was watching from the side, was already stunned. He had never thought that this old man, who only knew how to read and write, would have such a fierce side to him.    

"Get lost!"    

Nurarihyon, who was waving the Katana, roared angrily.    

"Get lost to the mountains! Go and find Mokichi! That kid can bring all of you to live! "    

"But..." Babakumaru stared blankly at Nurarihyon, who was slaughtering his way in all directions. "Mokichi is not in the mountains right now."    

"What..."    

Before Nurarihyon could finish, a strange smell drilled into his nose.    

This smell...    

Nurarihyon widened his eyes.    

Lamp oil!    

"Crack!"    

The huge porcelain jar smashed in front of Nurarihyon and shattered into pieces.    

Along with the porcelain jar, there was also a torch.    

"Boom!"    

The main entrance of the hall instantly turned into a sea of fire, blocking the crowd of people who were shouting to get rid of the demon.    

Looking at the raging flames in front of him, Nurarihyon looked in the direction of the porcelain jar in disbelief.    

"Mr. Nurarihyon! We can't go down there!"    

The civet cat demon that was supposed to be in the mountain was lying on top of the roof beam, pointing at the hole that he had just dug out from the roof.    

"This way!"