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Those talismans were actually written with human blood mixed with cinnabar, and each stroke contained a piece of fingernail.
It exudes a chilling aura, as if telling a series of tragic stories.
Janet's pupils suddenly contracted, and she screamed and backed away.
The light from the musket in her hand illuminated a corner where dozens of female corpses were piled up, a gruesome scene.
The skullcaps of each corpse were cruelly ripped open, revealing clusters of eerie blue fungi blooming within the cranial cavity.
An eerie blue light flickered in the darkness, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, exuding endless gloom.
They were maids who had been missing from the Chai household for nearly six months.
Jiang Fang's expression was solemn. She used the tip of her sword to part the clothing of a corpse, revealing a Jiuli totem on the collarbone pulsating within the mycelium, as if it were alive.
Using living people to raise venomous insects and drawing upon their resentment is an utterly inhuman and monstrous evil art!
Her voice was filled with anger and shock, and her hand gripping the sword trembled slightly.
"Wrong." Jingxin suddenly threw her head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the secret passage, filled with boundless madness.
He suddenly ripped open his monk's robe, revealing his chest, where a bronze compass was prominently embedded.
The pointer in the dish was actually half a baby's finger bone, emitting an eerie, ghostly glow.
This is the Taiyin Refining Formation; the souls of these girls are helping Young Master Chai reshape his physical body.
As soon as he finished speaking, the compass suddenly spun wildly, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.
The muffled sound of a coffin opening echoed from the depths of the secret passage, deep and oppressive, like a summons from the abyss of hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Chapter 204 Horrifying Scene, Eerie Purple Marks!
Wei Changxuan's sword was already pressed against Jingxin's Adam's apple, his eyes as cold as frost:
Are you treating the martial arts practitioners of the Demon-Slaying Assembly as sacrifices? How is such behavior any different from that of demons?
His voice was filled with anger and condemnation, as if he wanted to kill the traitor in front of him immediately.
Before he could finish speaking, black water suddenly seeped from the ground, thick as ink and emitting a putrid stench.
Countless distorted faces emerged from the water; they were the victims who had been unconscious. Their faces were contorted with rage, as if they were telling tales of endless pain and injustice.
Mu Nanzhi's silver needle box popped open automatically, revealing seventy-two golden needles suspended in mid-air, forming an octagonal array and radiating a mysterious light.
The venomous insects inside them have awakened! Be careful!
Her voice was urgent and tense, reminding everyone of the impending danger.
As the unexpected happened, Jing Ni's eyes sharpened, and she suddenly slashed at the void to her left.
The short blade clashed with the staff, sparks flying.
In the midst of this Mars, an old monk draped in a purple-gold kasaya appeared, none other than Master Xuanku, the abbot of the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy!
However, at this moment he was chilling; the prayer beads on his wrist were actually nine shrunken human heads, each face reciting a different scripture.
The sounds intertwined, forming an eerie melody, as if from another world.
Grandmaster Uncle? Suddenly, blood flowed from Jingxin's seven orifices, and purple markings beneath her skin burst forth.
It condensed into an eerie datura flower in the air, emitting a suffocating aura.
The time had come, and his voice was weak yet carried a hint of relief, as if announcing the official start of a terrifying ritual.
In an instant, the entire Chai mansion suddenly trembled violently, and countless bronze arms emerged from the cracks in the ground, like the demonic hands of hellish demons.
Janet stared in horror as she pulled the trigger at the suddenly appearing Aunt Chai.
However, the lead bullet passed through the illusion and struck the bronze cauldron.
From the boiling blood in the cauldron, a boy with three eyes on his forehead slowly rose.
In his hand lay the missing ancient book, its pages now covered with writhing characters.
It exudes a mysterious and powerful energy, as if telling a secret unknown to others.
This also foreshadows an even greater crisis that is about to unfold...
Deep underground, the darkness stretched endlessly, like a lurking beast that was about to devour everything.
Asking for flowers
A chilling wind, seemingly appearing from nowhere, swept in. Unlike ordinary natural winds, this wind carried a nauseating, bloody stench.
The smell was so strong that it felt like one could taste death directly.
The wind swept in like a surging tide, its force overwhelming, giving no time to react, and instantly filled the entire secret passage.
In the dim light, the flickering torches distorted the figures of the crowd, as if they were being manipulated by unseen demons.
Everyone's breathing became rapid involuntarily; in this narrow and gloomy passage, every breath felt like a struggle.
Jingni's short blade, imbued with chilling killing intent, pierced towards Jingxin with lightning speed.
That murderous intent was like a materialized darkness, sending chills down one's spine.
However, the short blade suddenly stopped just three inches from Jingxin's throat.
In the dim firelight, the blade reflected the purple lines slowly writhing on the monk's neck.
Those purple patterns were extremely eerie; they seemed to be alive, slowly twisting and undulating beneath the skin.
Everyone's attention was drawn to this strange sight, and they all unconsciously held their breath... for a long time.
Chapter 205 The Bizarre Monk Jingxin, A Terrifying Scene!
As time passed, the purple veins gradually coalesced into a bewitching mandala pattern.
The petals are clearly defined and lifelike, yet they exude a mysterious and dangerous aura, as if telling untold secrets and evil.
Wei Changxuan's face was cold and stern, like an iceberg about to erupt. The veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the hilt of his sword, bulged.
The veins, like small blue snakes poised to pounce, meandered beneath the skin.
This subtle movement revealed his shock and anger.
He stared intently at Jingxin's "643," his voice low and cold, each word seemingly carrying the chill of frost:
"When did you become the guide of the Jiuli Holy Sect? How could you, a member of the Buddhist community, do such a heretical thing?"
His voice echoed in the secret passage, carrying a hint of questioning and disbelief. Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts hard.
A sharp "ding" rang out abruptly, sounding particularly jarring in the silent secret passage.
Before everyone could recover from their shock, they saw Mu Nanzhi's silver needles.
It shot towards the ceiling of the secret passage like a shooting star chasing the moon.
The silver needle moved extremely fast, drawing a silver arc in the air.
Only then did everyone realize that the shark silk tied to the needle's end was faintly visible in the firelight, like a slender spider silk, yet it carried unimaginable danger.
Everyone instinctively looked up, and what they saw immediately filled them with horror.
Above everyone's heads, a dense network of barbed wire infused with poisonous insecticide was visible.
Each barb gleamed with a cold light, like a net of death, as if it would fall at any moment, turning them into sieves and killing them on the spot.
Jingxin seemed not to hear, fiddling with the prayer beads in her hand, a strange smile playing on her lips:
"Does Benefactor Wei know that the eldest son of the Chai family, who has been the only son in seven generations, drowned in his own lotus pond last Double Ninth Festival?"
His voice was leisurely and somewhat mysterious, as if he were telling a secret that no one knew.
However, at this crucial moment, it added an even more eerie atmosphere.
Yan Lingji's expression changed drastically, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and her silk fan suddenly unfolded.
The eighteen poisoned fan ribs shot out like arrows from a bow, heading in different directions.
A series of cracking sounds rang out, and blood-red incantations appeared on the walls of the secret passage.
Those talismans were actually written with human blood mixed with cinnabar, and each stroke contained a piece of fingernail.
It exudes a chilling aura, as if telling a series of tragic stories.
Janet's pupils suddenly contracted, and she screamed and backed away.
The light from the musket in her hand illuminated a corner where dozens of female corpses were piled up, a gruesome scene.
The skullcaps of each corpse were cruelly ripped open, revealing clusters of eerie blue fungi blooming within the cranial cavity.
An eerie blue light flickered in the darkness, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, exuding an endless sinister aura.
"They are maids who have been missing from the Chai household for nearly six months."
Jiang Fang's expression was solemn as she used the tip of her sword to pierce the clothing of a corpse.
The Jiuli totem on the collarbone was pulsating within the mycelium, as if it were alive.
"Using living people to raise Gu poison, and using resentment as a catalyst, is such an evil technique, it's utterly insane!" Her voice was full of anger and shock, and her hand gripping the sword trembled slightly.
"Wrong." Jingxin suddenly threw her head back and laughed, the laughter echoing in the secret passage, revealing endless madness.
He suddenly ripped open his monk's robe, revealing his chest, where a bronze compass was prominently embedded.
The pointer in the dish was actually half a baby's finger bone, emitting an eerie, ghostly glow.
"This is the Taiyin Refining Formation. The souls of these girls are helping Young Master Chai reshape his 4.8 physical body."
As soon as he finished speaking, the compass suddenly spun wildly, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.
The muffled sound of a coffin opening echoed from the depths of the secret passage, deep and oppressive, like a summons from the abyss of hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Wei Changxuan's sword was already pressed against Jingxin's Adam's apple, his eyes as cold as frost:
"You're treating the martial arts figures of the Demon-Slaying Assembly as sacrifices? How is such behavior any different from that of demons?"
His voice was filled with anger and condemnation, as if he wanted nothing more than to kill the traitor before him immediately.
Chapter 206 Shaolin Grandmaster Bodhidharma! A terrifying battle!
Wei Changxuan's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and he trembled slightly with anger.
The sword in his hand was pressed tightly against Jingxin's Adam's apple, the blade slightly bent from the force, as if it would pierce through that thin layer of skin in the next second.
He was furious and roared at the top of his lungs: "How could you be so heartless as to treat the martial arts practitioners of the Demon Slaughtering Assembly as sacrifices?"