Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 49 New Information

There's no time to mourn our departed ancestors; now we need to worry about new problems!

"Let's put that aside for now," Vijay said, suppressing his thoughts, and continued, "Have you ever heard of the Ointment of the Dead?"

Seeing Bim's confusion, Vijay changed his approach, "During your journey with your grandfather, did you ever pass through a special place where you needed to apply a strange, cold ointment to your body?"

The question had barely left his lips when Bim's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly remembered something extremely important. He nodded repeatedly, his tone becoming excited: "Yes! Yes! Sir, I remember that!"

"On the way to find that low, ancient temple, you have to go through a very narrow and gloomy path, where everything you see is deathly still."

"Every time we arrived at that place, the old master would personally take out a small box, dip a little bit of something cold from it, and gently dab it on each of our cheeks."

"That feeling is exactly the same as what you just described, sir! It's icy cold, bone-chillingly cold, yet it can instantly clear your mind and invigorate your spirit, as if all fatigue and drowsiness have been dispelled."

Upon hearing this, Vijay's eyes lit up instantly.

Very good!

Now I know even more!

If it weren't for the young city lord giving him this box of ointment in Mohenjo, the group would have encountered countless unknown dangers and troubles when they entered that eerie path without the ointment's protection, and might even have been wiped out.

Now, Vijay finally felt a little more confident.

Indeed, one must travel thousands of miles! The wise man was right!

He suppressed his excitement and continued, "Do you remember how long it would take to get back to the old road you knew so well from where you are now?"

Bim's excitement vanished instantly, replaced by a sincere yet helpless expression. He slowly shook his head: "Shiva, we've never walked this path before..."

Vijay sighed softly; this answer was actually within his expectations.

Once on the road, unexpected events occur frequently, and they cannot be controlled by a simple plan!

Just as Vijay was about to finish his questioning, an extremely eerie and shrill scream suddenly came from the depths of the nearby valley.

The sound was neither like the roar of a wild beast nor the cry of a human being, but rather a howl that seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the earth, from the cracks in the rock strata.

It doesn't linger in the air, but rather vibrates continuously along the ground, reaching the soles of one's feet, one's bones, and one's heart, sobbing and wailing, mournful and poignant, captivating the soul.

The moment the sound rang out, all the camels, oxen, and horses in the camp seemed to sense some kind of terror, and at the same time they began to neigh wildly. They struggled desperately to break free of their reins, charging wildly around the circle, and the originally orderly formation instantly became chaotic.

Everyone was startled awake by the sudden, terrifying sound. The guards who were on duty immediately gripped their weapons and nervously scanned their surroundings. The servants who had just closed their eyes to rest also jumped up, their faces filled with fear and confusion.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Fortunately, the ring formed by the carts and horses played a crucial role, keeping the frenzied livestock firmly within the enclosure. The procession was not broken up, the goods were not damaged, and there were no larger accidents such as stampedes.

"Quiet! Don't panic!" Vilandra stepped forward immediately. His voice was loud and clear, his demeanor calm and composed. He reassured everyone while explaining loudly, "This is just the sound of the wind and its echoes in the valley. It's just the sound of ordinary mountain winds; there's nothing to be afraid of!"

But everyone knew that this was not a mountain wind at all.

The voice was filled with resentment, sorrow, and the scent of death; it could not possibly have been formed naturally.

In such a moment of extreme fear, even knowing that Vilandra was talking nonsense, everyone could only force themselves to believe it and grasp at this tiny bit of insignificant psychological comfort.

Mu immediately increased the intensity of his chanting, his spiritual light surging, a faint golden light enveloping the entire camp, gradually suppressing the panic brought on by the eerie voice.

After a long while, the shrill roar gradually dissipated, and the valley returned to deathly silence. The frenzied livestock slowly calmed down, but they were still trembling and dared not sleep.

That night, everyone spent in fear and exhaustion, and almost no one really closed their eyes.

Finally, dawn broke, and the first faint rays of light pierced through the eastern horizon, illuminating the desolate valley. Although everyone's eyes were bloodshot and they were utterly exhausted, no one was willing to stay even a moment longer.

Every moment spent in this place brings more danger and more fear.

"Set up camp immediately and march!" Vijay gave the order without hesitation.

The group quickly cleared the campfire, packed their belongings, tethered the livestock, and secured the goods.

Before long, the entire caravan was fully reorganized and embarked on this strange road once again.

The group continued along the path above the riverbank. As they walked, more and more people noticed that the river water beneath their feet was undergoing an extremely strange and chilling change.

The river level is dropping at a visible rate, exposing large sections of the riverbed. Rocks, silt, and deadwood at the bottom of the river are all exposed to the air, and the once wide river is becoming narrower and narrower.

Even stranger are the fish in the river.

As the water level dropped, a large number of fish became trapped between the exposed rocks in the riverbed and were taken out of the water.

Normally, fish should struggle desperately and suffocate to death after being taken out of the water. However, these fish seemed completely unaware that they had left the water. They continued to swim in the water, twisting their bodies as if they were still freely moving through the water.

Their bellies and bodies were scraped and torn apart by sharp river stones and rough dead wood, fish scales flew everywhere and blood seeped out, but they were still unaware and continued to "swim" mechanically until they were completely dismembered and died.

This scene was extremely eerie, sending chills down everyone's spines and making them break out in a cold sweat.

Vijay's face darkened, and he immediately stopped, loudly announcing a strict order to the entire group: "Listen up, everyone! From this moment on, no one is allowed to touch the river water, drink from the river water, or wash in the river. Anyone who disobeys will be severely punished!"

Having witnessed this scene, none of the people dared to disobey the order, even without Vijay's prompting.

The group continued onward, not daring to look at the river beneath their feet once more.

But the river's strangeness did not end there.