Chi Ruisi leaned against the door and said, "My legs are fine, but I'm a little weak and can't walk very well."
Chu Mu didn't really need his explanation, so he moved to the side and successfully passed Chi Xiusi who was blocking his way.
He walked very fast, as if a vicious dog was following him.
Curly-haired Little Zhou and the other three followed closely behind, gradually leaving Chi Xiusi behind.
The old ghost glanced at the milk tea in his hand, puffed, and pierced the plastic packaging with the straw.
"So sweet—" Chi Xiusi swallowed the taro balls with difficulty, "It tastes like a child's."
…
On the rooftop, Chu Mu found an open space where the sun didn't shine, picked up small pieces of stone and carved lines.
He painted very carefully, but his speed was not slow at all. It was just that the runes he carved were too complicated, so it seemed like a huge project.
Baihu thought he was very familiar with various formations, but he stared at the one drawn by Chu Mu for a long time and couldn't make any sense of it.
Xiao Zhou and Liao Ji are in the same situation.
Their eyes were very busy, constantly looking at Chu Mu and the formation he drew, all with an expression as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.
They really wanted to ask, but they were afraid that Chu Mu would be distracted, so they had to hold it in.
Chi Xiusi held the milk tea he had just taken a sip of, with an unpredictable look in his eyes.
Chu Mu carved one dot at a time, one stroke at a time, and his speed became slower and slower as he continued to carve. Even Xiao Zhou, a layman in formation, could feel the obstruction in his movements.
"Huh..." Chu Mu took a deep breath. "In a world with depleted spiritual energy, it's really difficult to activate this Yin Summoning Formation."
The others understood this sentence.
Any formation must rely on spiritual energy. The summoning Yin formation that Chu Mu is drawing now requires spiritual energy that cannot be supplied by the current world.
Baihu said, "Mr. Chu, we have a collection of spiritual instruments. Do you need any?"
"Yes," Xiao Zhou clapped his hands, "You can use magical tools to enhance your spiritual power! That's how all the masters set up formations."
On the contrary, I have never seen someone like Chu Mu who doesn’t even set up an altar.
Liao Ji was a man of profound knowledge. Even though he couldn't tell what kind of formation this was, just from walking into it from these majestic and strange lines, he could feel an unprecedented fear.
"Donor Chu," the old monk's eyes flickered, "you...those talismans, you actually drew them yourself, right?"
Chu Mu noticed the change in his address and did not deny it.
Liao Ji gritted his teeth and made a decision: "Use me to sacrifice the formation!"
"Uncle Master!" Baihu's face fell. "You are the pillar of the Central Continent's metaphysical world. How can you joke about your own cultivation?"
"No need to persuade me," Liao Ji remained unmoved. "Not being able to face the evil spirits with Qinghe is my lifelong regret. If I could see him again, I would not mind dying."
Le Ji had a righteous look on his face and was about to step into the formation.
Click.
A piece of gravel hit his shin.
It was just a small piece of gravel, but it forced Le Ji back several steps.
Ta-da-da, the little stone rolled to the feet of Ji.
"Who asked you to set up the formation?" The stone in Chu Mu's hand had disappeared. He propped himself up on his knees and looked at Ji with a half-smile. "Your cultivation is useless."
“…”
Although I know that Chu Mu is trying to save the old monk, these words are indeed hurtful to hear.
The faces of several people looked like they had been dyed in a dyeing factory, sometimes blue and sometimes white.
Chi Xiusi hid in the shadows, his eyes full of interest: The little guy wants to open the underworld to invite the judge, but now the spiritual energy is so low that even if the Yellow Springs Gate is opened, he can't bring the judge up.
Unless, Chi Xiusi personally comes forward.
"Tsk..." Chi Ruisi touched his chin and began to think about the feasibility of using the judge as a betrothal gift.
"Everyone, get out of here," Chu Mu suddenly pointed in the direction of Chi Ruisi, "especially you, who's half dead. Get out of here quickly."
The other three people on the rooftop were all stunned.
They didn't even notice Chi Xiusi's existence!
But he wasn't hiding or hiding, so he shouldn't be discovered.
Chi Xiusi didn't move, and said calmly: "You are an artist of my company, so of course I have to keep a close eye on you. If you accidentally kill yourself, I can ask the insurance company for compensation."
Chu Mu: "When did I become an artist of your company?"
"In the PK for 'Dream Catcher', you got the highest score. According to the rules, you are my artist, and I have the right to look after my property."
“…”
Chu Mu looked up at the sky and decided not to pay any more attention to that madman.
[It's up to you. Death is the best. Death is clean.]
Chi Ruisi listened and laughed, and couldn't help but take another sip of milk tea.
Chu Mu took out a few pieces of talisman paper and said, "Xiao Zhou, take this breath-holding talisman."
Xiao Zhou found that there was an extra breath-holding talisman in his hand, and he consciously gave it to Chi Xiusi.
"...Everyone retreat ten steps away. Yes, you can stop now."
Chu Mu raised his head and his eyes became sharp.
"Remember, no matter what happens later, don't make a sound until I call you to speak."
The three nodded silently, and Chi Ruisi responded excitedly: "Okay!"
Chu Mu directly cast a sealing talisman, ending any subsequent words that Chi Xiusi might have said.
A sharp dagger appeared in Chu Mu's hand. He cut the center of his left and right middle fingers without hesitation, and used blood as a medium to continue drawing the unfinished formation.
After Chu Mu filled in the first missing stroke, the wind suddenly blew on the roof. As more lines were filled with blood, the wind was so strong that it could almost uproot the trees.
"The intercourse of wind and clouds may determine my life and death."
As soon as Chu Mufu finished reciting the scriptures, the dark clouds in the sky gathered into a thick mass, covering the entire building in shadow.
"I am Chu Mu, please open the road to the underworld."
Boom, a bolt of lightning struck down, hitting the blood pattern on the edge of the formation.
The desolate and distant sound seemed to come from deep underground, making people shudder.
Chu Mu walked to the center of the formation, the blade cut his palm, and blood dripped into the center of the formation.
"I am Chu Mu, entering the underworld and opening the underworld to ask for the judge."
Boom boom boom——
More lightning struck down, as if to kill those who trespassed into the underworld.
The murderous look in Chu Mu's eyes suddenly increased.
"My name is Chu Mu. I have entered the underworld and opened the underworld. I ask the judge to tell all the ghosts and gods not to stand in my way!"
Above the formation, a black hole-like fog suddenly appeared. With a loud noise, several huge iron chains flew out from it.
Chu Mu clasped his hands together, and the golden inscription quickly climbed up his cold white cheek, along his neck, and disappeared deep into his collar.
The chain was frozen in place, but Chu Mu exploded at this moment. He grabbed the chain with one hand and pulled it out violently.
[Warning! Warning! Host, this fused plane has not formed a netherworld system. Your attempt to break through the plane boundary and summon the gods will cause severe backlash to yourself.]
Chu Mu's pair of red eyes made him look like a bloodthirsty demon. He pulled the iron chain and advanced instead of retreating. His hands, which were covered with golden inscriptions, became fierce at the same time, and his face was fierce.
"My name is Chu Mu. I have entered the underworld and opened the underworld. I ask the judge to tell all the ghosts and gods not to stand in my way!"
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