Villain Path

Chapter 47.2. Like a doll in your hands

Shen developed an impressive speed, trying to get to the forest with the dolls as soon as possible, where Al and Muan should have found the ones they needed. Perhaps that is why the flock of crows that rose from the tops of the trees turned out to be such a nuisance for him. The birds, as if distraught, began to scamper around, knocking him off course, and crashed into him, as if trying to ram through. The flock swirled, forming a cocoon so dense that Shen could not get out of it. Several crows landed on the immortal sword on which the spellcaster stood. Immediately he, like a broken toy, lost his strength and flew down. Shen, under the influence of uncompromising gravity, followed after him. Ridiculously waving his sleeves, as if hoping to fly like those crazy ravens, he still inexorably fell down, only picking up speed.

Its fall was softened by the branches of a century-old spruce growing in the forest. Although Shen would never have called it "softened". He collapsed on this spruce, breaking branches and scratching with needles, and its presence almost did not slow down his fall.

Having made its way through the heap of needles, the scratched body collapsed onto the wet marsh soil and began to slowly go under it.

Shen opened his eyes and stared at the broken branches above his head. Dead crows fell like shells around him.

"What the hell?!" he could not resist.

Nobody answered him.

Jumping abruptly to his feet, until the swamp completely swallowed him with a chomping sound, Shen staggered slightly, watching the stars flashing at the corners of his eyes. He did not have much time to contemplate the beauty, because upright legs began to sink into the big three times faster than a horizontally lying body. Trying to get out on a hard surface as soon as possible, Shen, simultaneously with his jumps over the bumps, summoned an immortal sword, which nevertheless deigned to answer his call, somewhere having lost the corpses of the crows strung on him. Shen hung the sword on his belt, stopping for this on an especially large bump, and then continued his jumping marathon.

Muan was the first to feel his approach, but appreciated his appearance, of course, Al.

"Teacher?" said the guy in surprise, as Shen somehow got out from the side of the swamp, not the village. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing special," Shen said gloomily, tearing off a particularly uncomfortable piece from his leaky crimson clothing and taking a long crow feather out of his disheveled hair. "How are you?"

"I don't think the dolls of Master Muan and elder sister Annis are here," the guy sighed.

"Okay," Shen frowned even more. "We have to do something about this."

"What suggestions?" Muan asked in a pretended carefree tone, walking unsteadily towards them.

Let him feel the presence of living beings and, especially, cultivators, thanks to the overflowing of their spiritual energy, he did not feel any roots and bumps sticking out of the ground at all and constantly stumbled over something. A shame for the famous cultivators Muan, who thought that even blindfolded he could cope with any opponent. Maybe there really were no problems on a level ground with a blindfold, but in everyday life there were much more difficulties. Muan felt his vulnerability, and he was not used to such feelings.

Shen scanned the space in front of them with an appraising look.

"Al, you have to quickly fly to the headman's house and bring Annis here," he then decided. "Unfortunately, there is not enough space in the house for this."

"What are you up to?" Muan asked again.

"It's not for nothing that I spent so much time studying that damned scroll that bit the librarian. There is one interesting seal that works on the principle of annihilation. In the process of her encounter with the curse, it is possible to completely get rid of it."