Chapter 102 A Surprising Journey

Cursed spirits are monsters born from negative human emotions. They are weird, twisted, hideous and powerful. The most terrifying of them are called special-grade cursed spirits.

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The ones who were brought to the TV station were several stars who had become popular recently around the same time as him. The only one that Yagyu Mingche knew was Yui Xiaojuzi, who played a popular chivalrous woman with fiery red patterns on her face who punished evildoers and eliminated evil. She felt somewhat lost in the situation and was trying to find a way to get along with her companions.

This variety show had already been finalized in advance. Liu Sheng Mingche called Wangchuan Shu but was unable to cancel the trip. In that case, then just go for it. It's something he should do in order to gain prestige.

But the situation along the way was terrible. The environment in the mountains was already bad, and it had rained a few days before they came here. Their shoes were covered in mud, and everyone was in a mess. Several people complained, and Liu Sheng Mingche also frowned, which made the accompanying director very anxious.

The booked location was a small village far away from the city. The crew had agreed that the filming would last for five days and four nights. They survived there by relying on their own abilities, earning a kind of paper called "white currency" through labor, and then using them to exchange for some necessary things.

I won’t go into the variety shows, they’re all the same old routines. Liu Sheng Mingche was more interested in the situation of this village.

During the day, the village chief personally led people to receive them. Liu Sheng Mingche noticed that the villagers seemed to have not yet adapted to their arrival. When they entered the village, they were observing the group of people openly and secretly. They were whispering and looking at each other strangely, which gave the people they were watching goose bumps all over their bodies. During the subsequent filming, they were in a bad mood.

Until night fell, Liu Sheng Mingche did not fall asleep, and neither did his teammates.

They started chatting, talking about their respective situations and the variety show they were participating in.

"Who chose this place?"

"I heard he's the assistant director." His companion is a boy who just turned eighteen. He became famous for starring in a romance drama and is a new fresh meat. During this trip, he showed a pretty good temper. "It is said that his hometown is here. When the crew wanted to choose a location, he recommended this place, saying that it would definitely allow us to feel the authentic rural life. As a result, you see," the young actor smiled bitterly, "it is really authentic, but it was hard for us."

Liu Sheng Mingche uttered a "tsk". He was originally from the bottom of society, and some elegant and calm demeanor did not belong to him. He turned over and said, "Did you hear any sound?"

My teammate hesitated: "The assistant director warned us before we came here that some villages have their own customs. All we can do is not disturb them. If we see anything, we must learn to respect their traditions."

Liu Sheng Mingche said "hmm" and gradually stopped talking. It was getting late at night and everything was quiet. A faint snoring sound came from the bed next to me. A figure crawled out of the darkness, walked to the window, drew aside the thick curtains, and saw a bright fire outside.

There was no moon in the sky, and thick clouds obscured everything. In the darkness of night, a long line of torches marched forward like a dragon, and shadowy figures flashed in the firelight. The strange thing was that with so many people gathered here, there was no sound, not even the sound of footsteps, as if they were performing a pantomime.

The visual distance shortened, and the villagers walked along the winding mountain road. They were silent, and each of them was wearing a white robe and lowered his head, as if they were performing a solemn and unusual ceremony. The man in the dark followed the team, and he had a premonition that he was about to see the secret of this village.

It took about half an hour for the team to stop marching. The light from the flame illuminated a small area of ​​the darkness, and the people who peeped in were surprised to find that there was a ancestral temple standing there. It is not tall, and is even a little small, but every part of it is clean and tidy. It stands quietly in the darkness, without a single weed around it. The whole thing has an oddly solemn aura that makes people feel evil.

Liu Sheng Mingche had a headache. He didn't expect that a pseudonym like himself who was just a tool would encounter such a thing, but at the same time, excitement surged in his heart, because even if he was not arranged by the real body, didn't he still encounter such an interesting thing?

After the villagers walked into the ancestral hall one by one, he also sneaked in with the courage brought by his original body and many vests.

The atmosphere in the ancestral hall was extremely solemn. All the villagers knelt on the ground. Liu Sheng Mingche could only see their backs. There are four pillars in the ancestral hall, and some strange runes are pasted around them, but what attracts the most attention is the center of everything, the direction where everyone kneels and worships -

A very soft curtain fell down, with a faint smoke lingering in between. The shrine is about half a meter long and a quarter of a meter wide. It is made of thick sandalwood. It is simple yet solemn. The white gauze curtain hides the inside, revealing a vague outline.

The smoke of sandalwood spread in the ancestral hall, and a sweet smell mixed with the fragrance rushed into his nose. Liu Shengmingche frowned slightly. He cast his eyes into the shrine. The curtain outside moved, and a small piece of white cloth flashed by. He saw that there seemed to be a real person sitting inside, and now, there were gentle, living eyes looking out from it -

"Long live the god Fukutsu!" The villagers began to shout at the shrine enthusiastically. They prostrated themselves on the ground with expressions of infinite desire and greed on their faces. In their eyes lived the devil of insatiable desire. They stared at the shrine as if they were staring at everything supreme.

Liu Sheng Mingche licked his chin, his face hidden in the darkness, watching this ritual of worshiping the gods that was full of ignorance and superstition. He excitedly conveyed the message to the main subject: "Come here, something interesting is happening here..."

Pei Zhen, who was shopping in a bookstore, was stunned. He slightly shifted his attention to the free-range vest.

In the increasingly thick smoke, something was gradually distorted. Liu Shengmingche felt a little dizzy. The extreme shouting faded away. Instead, the shrine that was some distance away from him was getting closer and closer... so close that he could clearly see the shape inside.

It was a seated figure, with silk spread out beneath it like a lotus. It was pure white all over, a little too white. Pearls were piled up beside it like pebbles, holding it up like a treasure. It already had a certain human shape, but its body was still bloated, and the flesh on it was constantly flowing, as if trying to find a suitable form.

"Yagyu Mingche" opened his eyes and looked at the thing face to face.

He already knew what it was. It is an unclean thing formed by human desires and sins. Although it is called "God" here, it is actually a cursed spirit.

It is a special grade cursed spirit that is still in the making and has not yet been born.

I didn't expect to encounter something like this. Pei Zhen thought for a moment and remembered the card he had drawn before.

You can always get what you want when you draw fifteen cards. His cheat code doesn't have any guaranteed benefits, but its delivery rate has always been very high.

[Tungsten Iron·Identity] [Kamo Tsukiyuki (side branch of the Jujutsu family)]

"You lay in the rotting soil, and the last thing you looked at was the empty sky. As an inferior person who was not valued by your family, did you die so quietly? You heard the hoarse cry of a crow, and you knew that this was the last sound you would hear in this world."

The young man in an old grey robe was lying with his arms open on a patch of mud and weeds. He was surrounded by a dark and damp environment. His eyes were grey and there was a torn wound on his body that was bleeding. He stared at Kawai in silence, as if he was frozen in the last moment before death.

There was no resentment, hatred or pain. It was as if a hole had been opened in his heart, and all these intense emotions flowed out. What remains at the end is only the purest and simplest thought.

This card is a bit miserable. His identity and background are not good, and he is in a very bad environment. Pei Zhen hasn't installed it yet, because out of fifteen card draws, only this [Identity] card came out, and he still needs a [Fashion] card. Besides, the world of magic is not a safe place, he still needs some protection...

Looking at the cursed spirit in front of him that had not yet been born, Pei Zhen thought of a card he had drawn before, [Silver·Fashion] [Spirit].

Cursed spirits are lives born from human emotions, and their essence is not material. What will happen if they are combined? Pei Zhen suddenly became interested and decided to study here for a while.

"Long live the god of Fukutsu!" The villagers were still prostrating themselves on the ground and praying constantly. They carried many offerings to the shrine. The cursed spirit in the shrine revealed an surging desire. It was constantly taking shape, and perhaps it would break out of the womb in the next second.

But Pei Zhen, who had already made a plan, stopped all this. A chain of rules tied up the entire ancestral hall, especially the shrine, which was sealed densely. The villagers froze in their movements, and the cursed spirit was completely unable to move. Only the malice in its eyes became more and more concentrated. After turning 360 degrees, it stopped on the person who walked in front of it.

A silver card was used, and a hazy and twisted shape like white smoke appeared in the air. The ghostly spirit only paused for a few seconds before drilling into the body of the cursed spirit that had not yet taken shape.

"Will it succeed?" Pei Zhen thought to himself.

An extremely tragic and painful cry came from the shrine, as if some invisible object was chewing something, and the screams of the cursed spirit gradually became smaller.

Until it disappears.

After everything was over, a breeze blew gently, slightly lifting the white gauze curtain, revealing a human figure sitting in it. It was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves and had a long neck, but not too long. It looked at Pei Zhen from the neck, like a slender woman or a plain white man, gentle and friendly.