An hour later, the white bone that Jia Xitong had washed clean visibly turned gray, as if it were covered with a layer of black mist.
Is this a curse?
Jia Xitong squatted down beside her and observed carefully.
Shang Yanting picked up the skeleton and examined it closely; it gave off an ominous feeling. Then, seemingly casually, he asked, "Can this kind of curse be cast using only one person's personal belongings?"
"If you can curse something just because it's a personal item, you don't even know how many times you've been cursed by us demonic cultivators."
The old demon said coldly, "I know what you're thinking. Our demonic curses are extremely evil. They require a part of the cursed body to work. And the effects of the curse are not something we can be sure of."
The curse can also backfire.
We won't use this kind of thing unless it's absolutely necessary.
Shang Yanting was indeed worried that he might curse him or other martial artists. Although he did not believe the old demon was telling the truth, he knew from these words that he would not do such a thing to martial artists in the short term.
Shang Yanting smiled as if he didn't understand, then put away the two white bones that were outside and carefully took out the white bones wrapped in black cloth.
"Senior Demon."
In front of the Demon Elder and the Demon Prince, he unfolded the white bones inside the cloth, saying, "To be honest, I did indeed obtain the white bones of the Myriad Knowledges, and this is the one. Because this was something that Xi Tong had presumptuously obtained by chance when he went to the Prisoner's Pool with the Demon Prince, I did not admit it due to the sensitive nature of the situation at the time."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yu Zhenjun looked at him.
He had a vague guess when he came in and saw these skeletons.
After all, Xitong was the first person to enter the Prisoner's Shore Cave. Besides the possibility that the bones flowed into the underground river with the water, it is more likely that she had already taken the bones beforehand.
I was right.
The Demon Lord then looked at the raccoon who had taken out paper and pen while its back was to them, "It?"
"However, we share the same name; Xitong is the girl who took me away that day..."
"Xitong is the future wife of the younger generation."
The two answered at the same time, and Bai Yu Zhenjun's expression immediately froze upon hearing this, an uneasy look flashing across his face.
oh!
I am the host's wife.
The raccoon, who was originally facing away from them preparing to use the talisman, had a dreamy smile on its face. It was a pity that it couldn't turn back into human form right now, otherwise it would kiss them to death!
"oh."
The Demon Elder ignored these subtle expressions; he stared at the white bone. "So, the one to be cursed is this white bone?"
"right."
Shang Yanting nodded, "I would be grateful if you could cast the spell again, senior."
The Demon Elder did not answer immediately, but stared at the skeleton for a moment. “Since it is a skeleton that knows everything, the curse should be cast by the most skilled curser among the demon cultivators.”
He then proposed, "Among my demonic cultivators, there is a powerful sorcerer who bathes, changes clothes, burns incense, bows, and after worshipping the heavens and earth, soaks the body in the blood of forty-nine young boys and girls, and then curses it for three days, making it even more powerful!"
If Dean Yan trusts me, we'll prepare immediately.
"this……"
Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting reached out and grabbed the bone, his eyes showing reluctance.
Seeing his appearance and subconscious actions, the old demon's initial trust in him increased to seven or eight points. "What? Dean Yan, do you not trust me?"
"Not really, it's just that this Wanzhi White Bone is extremely important, so it shouldn't be handed over to others casually."
Shang Yanting said, "If it's lost, I don't know what the consequences will be."
"What business could possibly be in my capital city, the Demon City?"
The Demon Elder looked at the white bone he was clutching tightly. “Wan Zhi is no ordinary person. How can we know if his white bone will be different from others? If the curse is to take effect, you must do as I say.”
Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting pondered for a moment, as if making a difficult decision, "...Alright, we can do as you say, senior. But I have a request: you must bring the powerful being who cast the curse here. We want to witness the whole process."
"good!"
Compared to Shang Yanting's procrastination, the Demon Elder agreed very readily.
Why so readily agreed?
Because once these bones fall into the hands of the demonic cultivators, how long can the martial cultivators keep them? The demonic cultivators will have plenty of opportunities to replace them. Although the two sides are now allied, they are still acting for their own interests.
It's perfectly normal for the Demon Elder, given his position, to want to secure more benefits, advantages, and initiative for the demonic cultivators.
However, Shang Yanting is a cunning fox who is extremely adept at both overt and covert schemes.
There are three skeletons, the first of which is the true skeleton of all knowledge.
The second one is fake.
The third one is also fake.
He was no match for the four deans of Dingtian Academy when it came to schemes and traps, and even the Demon Elder, who was merely a somewhat cunning demon cultivator, was no match for him.
The way he was trying to outsmart people even after getting a fake item...it's actually kind of pathetic.
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On the other side
In a desert
The porcelain vase and the human head of Wan Zhi flew past.
He was in the Heavenly Palace at the time, wanting to eliminate all those annoying martial artists, but unexpectedly... that annoying raccoon ruined his plans again.
The first time was,
The second time was the same.
Three strikes and you're out. Wan Zhi decided that once she found this group of people, the first one she would kill was her!
Achoo!
The raccoon, who was drawing talismans, suddenly sneezed loudly. Shang Yanting looked at her and asked, "Have you caught a cold?"
"How could a raccoon catch a cold?"
Jia Xitong shook her head.
When it comes to sneezing, the older generation says it's because someone is cursing me, then I think about it, and then I catch a cold. "It must mean someone is cursing me. But who would be so cruel as to curse a cute little raccoon in the middle of the night? That's so twisted."
Shang Yanting: ...
Sometimes, a narrow-minded person can leave you speechless.
"By the way, will you still be able to use the new talisman you learned next time you encounter Wan Zhi?" Shang Yanting asked, looking at the talisman that had been redrawn on her table.
"The Heaven and Earth Reversal Talisman can still be used."
Jia Xitong nodded, "However, this talisman can teleport people to any location without being fixed, and I've already used it once, so Wanzhi might be wary of me."
It's not just about preventing things; it could even be a targeted attack.
Shang Yanting thought that Xi Tong had ruined Wan Zhi's plans at the most crucial moments several times. If he were Wan Zhi, he would definitely eliminate this scourge first.
Thinking of this, his face turned gloomy.
Martial arts practitioners and demonic cultivators can die as many as they want, but Xi Tong cannot be injured.
Just as he was considering whether to revise his plan and not act rashly and impulsively to confront Wan Zhi again in Shanghai, he suddenly heard the raccoon's excited shouts.
"Ah, I have another talisman!"
Jia Xitong took out his Botong's edict and began to study the Vanishing Talisman.
This talisman wasn't written on talisman paper, but rather drawn using spiritual power. She drew it herself and then tried it on herself...
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