Chapter 301: Contract
Since the three ritual patterns were no longer separated but nested within each other, they were more complicated. Even though Chen Chuan was quite fast, he did not finish the depiction until noon the next day.
It is difficult for most people to concentrate all day long and maintain focus and stability for a long time without making any mistakes.
The person performing the esoteric ritual as previously arranged may not be a single person, but may be replaced by two or more people in turn.
Fortunately, he is a fighter. As long as he is prepared, he can maintain a fight for such a long time. But at the moment, these are really nothing.
When the arrangement was almost finished, he stood up and took a look. The area within a radius of about six meters was filled with complicated and strange patterns. Various lines as thick as red and as black as dark ink filled the area, connecting the three patterns together.
People who don’t understand may feel dizzy at first glance, but if they look at it for a long time, they seem to be able to see eyes that open and close on their own.
He checked again and confirmed that there was no problem before walking out along the reserved position.
After getting outside, he looked at his watch. It was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon. He finished a little earlier than he expected. He had thought it would take until the afternoon to finish.
It is impossible to verify the exact time when the first tantric ceremony was held, but all tantric ceremonies are generally started within a few hours before and after midnight, so he would choose to wait until then.
There was still some time before that time, and he didn't want to waste it, so he took the medicine he carried with him and started practicing sword moves.
Now his sword moves still look the same on the surface, as if there is no difference from before, but the changes inside are completely different. With a seemingly similar move, he can use completely opposite strength, and in the constant high-intensity actual combat training, the changes in his sword moves have become much more clever.
In a previous battle with You Xing, he had truly experienced how difficult it was to deal with a skilled master at this stage.
This person's strength is changeable, seemingly hard but actually soft, seemingly fierce but actually vicious. It is difficult for him to have the opportunity to calmly make any arrangements and tactical counterattacks, and he can only adapt to the situation.
Fortunately, the previous offensive and defensive training laid a certain foundation for him, and his own alienated tissue was able to repeatedly rotate and resist. In addition, the opponent's alienated tissue was damaged, which allowed him to find the opportunity to counterattack and kill the opponent. Otherwise, there would be no fighting.
This kind of actual practice has been of great help to his own improvement. He has gained a deeper understanding of many things that he didn't feel so clear about before. Teacher Zheng also said that he has made great progress in the past few days.
But this is not his limit. Since his skills are equivalent to making up for lost time from the beginning, there is still a lot of room for improvement. Whenever his progress slows down, he can take a skills assessment.
An afternoon passed in a flash, and when the sky darkened, he stuck the Xuejun Knife into the ground, sat down on the cushion he brought with him, took out the raccoon stone sculpture, held it in his hand, and began to practice breathing techniques under the stimulation of this strange story.
Several hours passed while I sat there, and it was ten o'clock in the evening. The moonlight was faintly visible through the clouds, and the only sound was the whistling wind among the ruins of the surrounding walls.
He stood up from the ground, followed the reserved space to the center of the ritual pattern, bent down and placed the stone tablet under him.
Then he picked up the pen and added a stroke to the innermost ritual pattern. This step was to temporarily break free from the constraints of ghost stories.
At the moment when the stroke was completed, he saw a layer of shallow emptiness suddenly appear on the body of the second me, but there was no whistling sound around, but it was obviously silent.
He could feel that the ghost was lurking behind him at the moment. After suffering a loss last time, it seemed that the ghost realized that he was not easy to mess with, so he chose not to rush up directly again.
This strange story seems to be intelligent, but perhaps it is being exploited for this very reason.
He ignored it, straightened up, and walked towards the second ritual pattern in the outer circle as if he were completely defenseless. At this moment, his second self suddenly showed signs of violently becoming ethereal. In that instant, his second self seemed to have vanished.
This undoubtedly meant that the ghost story had attacked him, but he seemed unaware of it and continued to move forward, arriving at the outermost edge of the contract-making ceremony and picking up the pen to add the final stroke.
Then he threw the pen away and looked towards the center of the ceremony.
At the place where he had originally stood, a white civet cat phantom appeared under the moonlight shining through the clouds. Its body just filled the circle of rituals in the middle, and a pair of cat-like pupils that seemed to be condensed with light were staring at him intently.
Chen Chuan looked at it calmly.
Now it depends on whether this ghost story is willing to accept it. If not, then he will try to continue adding consumed ritual patterns on the periphery to continue the fight. This may take a long time, but he believes that it will eventually surrender.
Fortunately, such a thing did not happen. It seemed that it had sensed Chen Chuan's determination and knew that it could not do anything to him. It obeyed the ritual power on the outermost edge and returned to the stone tablet.
Chen Chuan glanced down at his feet. The pattern of the contract ceremony completely disappeared in a short moment, leaving only a shallow layer of traces, which showed that the ceremony was successfully concluded.
He walked inside and picked up the stone tablet. This was the most ferocious and spiritual ghost story he had encountered so far. With this, he could launch an invisible counterattack against Zhao Qian.
But there are some things to pay attention to here. It is best to do it when Zhao Qian is out.
Because every large company has established field creatures, even if they are not active consciousnesses like Posu and Hongfu, they also reject all external abnormal activities.
Take Wu Yi as an example. People with severe abnormal reactions are not allowed to enter. Similarly, once an abnormal reaction is discovered in the Xuangong Building, it will be suppressed to a certain extent.
The life of a fighter at the third limit is very tenacious. If he is repelled by the field during the attack of the ghost story, and there are life-saving drugs or personnel to treat him in time, he may still be saved, so choosing the right time to attack is also very important.
After putting the stone tablet away, he returned to the car and drove directly to Gao Ming. Before coming, he had made an appointment with Gao Ming to discuss the next steps once the ceremony was successful.
An hour later, Chen Chuan arrived at Gao Ming's apartment and placed the stone tablet on the table in front of the latter.
Gao Ming couldn't help but take a few more glances. He knew that Chen Chuan was good at dealing with ghost stories, and he had seen the remains of ghost stories in his hands, but this was the first time he saw a ghost story that still existed up close.
He asked, "Cousin, are you sure?"
Chen Chuanshuo said, "I'm not sure if Zhao Qian has any necessary protection, but this is the most reliable method at the moment. Even if it doesn't work once, we can always find time to try again."
The ritual agreement between him and the raccoon cat is that as long as he offers a sacrifice and the other party attacks him in person, he can attack the target he designates. However, whether it is the same target or not, there is only one chance every month.
This restriction wasn't something he added, but rather something that already existed in the Old Church rituals. After absorbing enough sacrifices, the ghosts would try to break free. So the Old Church people directly blocked this with rituals, and he agreed to this approach, without making it more difficult to change it.
Gao Ming said, "If that's the case, then cousin, we might be able to proceed with the other two plans together. We can have the Bureau of Processing put pressure on Lianwei Zhongyu first. If we can resolve Zhao Qian right away, then there's no need to proceed with the next steps. If not, then we can wait until he's out before taking action against him."
I've checked Zhao Qian's travel information, and he might be personally involved in the escort this month or next. That would be a good time to take action."
At this point, he reminded Chen Chuan, "Cousin, you need to be on guard during this period of time. The last attack on you was unsuccessful. It's not that Zhao Qian has given up, but perhaps he's investigating the reasons that failed. Once he figures it out, you may face another attack before you take action."
Chen Chuan nodded and said, "I'm prepared."
Wu Bei has been keeping an eye on whether there is anyone watching him, but he hasn't discovered anything so far. Now he spends most of his time in Xuangong Building and Teacher Zheng's house, so he has no chance to take action in either place.
The only possible time to take action is when we go to the sea field. The last time we did it was at that time, but as long as we are careful, we can also avoid it.
Gao Ming said, "Since you're prepared, cousin, tomorrow I'll submit a complaint to the Bureau of Investigation in the name of your personal lawyer, requesting the arrest and investigation of Zhao Qian on the grounds of infringement on the Bureau's alternate law enforcement officer."
Chen Chuan asked, "Where's the evidence?"
Gao Ming said, "The 'Fat Huan' correction that You Xing sent to my cousin is evidence. It's a well-known nickname for Lianwei Zhongyu. If we pass this on, the Bureau of Investigation will definitely use it to their advantage. No matter what the final outcome, they will definitely use this as an excuse to put pressure on Lianwei Zhongyu."
"But how can we prove that it's related to Zhao Qian?"
Gao Ming smiled and said, "No proof is needed. If you must give an explanation, it can be what You Xing said before he died. As long as the Bureau of Processing and Lianwei Chongyu know that this incident was caused by Zhao Qian, that will be enough."
Chen Chuan's mind turned and he nodded slightly. This operation was indeed feasible. In the eyes of Lianwei Zhongyu Company, it didn't matter whether you actually did it or not. What mattered was whether you could handle it and not affect the company's business. If you couldn't do that, you would definitely be held accountable.
Gao Ming raised his head slightly, a hint of glare reflecting off his glasses. He smiled and said, "Even if Zhao Qian can reach a compromise with the bureau and eliminate the impact of this incident, once this matter is exposed, he won't take action against you for the time being. Now, you can use that method."
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(End of this chapter)
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