My face turned ashen. All the clues connected, and I vaguely understood the truth.
No wonder, I always felt that these vines were like they had a brain. It turns out there really was a person behind them, even if they were dead!
Upon hearing Sun Wang's words, I couldn't help but snort coldly:
"Die? This thing is not willing to accept that!"
I activated my third eye, barely managing to penetrate the dense yin energy emanating from the booklet, and looked inside the cover.
This sight sent chills down my spine, and even my third eye felt a sharp pain.
The human skin on the cover didn't seem to be simply tanned; rather, it maintained a strange vitality through some kind of evil magic.
The inside is densely intertwined with fine, dark green roots, as thin as hair, which are entangled with the fibrous blood vessels of the human body, together forming the outline of that face, making it look extremely eerie!
People with trypophobia might feel like committing suicide just by looking at it.
"This guy isn't really dead. He used evil magic to fuse himself with this kind of evil plant, but something went wrong and he ended up like this."
My voice is a little hoarse. These things have existed for over a hundred years and are extremely yin in nature!
"Not quite dead?" Li Huai was dumbfounded. After all, Dr. Sun had told them that story when he was a child.
Mr. Sun is now quite old, in his seventies or eighties.
I pointed to the floating booklet, then to the eerie patterns drawn on the ground with copious amounts of blood:
"This damned formation doesn't treat the people in the village like human beings at all!"
"He treated them like cattle and sheep, like firewood, basically resources he could take at will. If something hadn't gone wrong decades ago, this place might have become a ghost village long ago!"
Upon hearing this, fear appeared on the faces of everyone present.
"Isn't there any other way? Are we just supposed to become his firewood?"
Sun Wang roared in agony, his voice filled with despair.
The others also looked numb, having lost all hope for life.
After all, the entire village is now like a vast ocean of vines, and even if we were to run, we wouldn't know where to go.
Moreover, we are not facing a mindless monster, but a sorcerer who has lived for hundreds of years.
"Who said there's no way?"
I suddenly looked at Sun Wang, a ruthless look appearing on my face.
Suddenly, everyone present seemed to wake from a dream, and all eyes turned to me, their eyes filled with hope.
"This guy likes to burn things, huh? I'll just add fuel to the fire and burn him to death!"
I grinned, revealing an ugly smile.
The materials burned were precisely the resentment of those villagers. They died innocently and tragically, and their fear and resentment did not dissipate but lingered in the village.
"Luo Tianhe, protect everyone and buy me some time!"
I let out a low shout, no longer looking at the bloody formation, but instead turning my gaze to the village below, where flames soared into the sky and cries of agony filled the air.
Under the watchful eye of heaven, a dense, impenetrable yin energy had gathered above Mu Rong Village, resembling thick, leaden clouds.
Countless twisted and tormented faces are faintly visible among them; these are all newly generated vengeful spirits.
Although their resentment was deep, each of them was extremely weak and posed no threat to that thing.
I need to bring them together.
The Earth Binding Spirit Array is the best solution.
I quickly took off my backpack and emptied out everything usable inside.
Cinnabar, talisman paper, ink line, amulet coins, and most importantly, a few sticks of incense to guide the soul!
“Sun Wang,” I said, looking at him, “you should have an ancestral hall here, or at least a place that everyone agrees is the oldest and most representative of the village’s roots!”
Sun Wang was taken aback, then pointed to the west end of the village:
"Yes! That's the old ancestral hall, the place where the ancestral tablets of the village's ancestors are enshrined. That's the place you're looking for!"
Having an ancestral hall would be even better, as the ancestral hall itself is a huge memorial tablet, condensing the incense and prayer power of the entire village.
“Alright, then let it be the core of the formation!” I spoke very quickly, looking at Li Huai, “Also, bury these amulet coins around the ancestral hall at seven-foot intervals, according to the Seven Star Soul-Nailing Positions I taught you before, with the runes on the coins facing down!”
Li Huai refused to take the lucky money and said with a bitter face:
"Brother Yan, is it really okay to entrust such an important task to me?"
I reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"Of course I will give you some guarantees, and you must believe in yourself. Our lives are in your hands!"
After I finished speaking, I quickly drew a simple amulet on his forehead, chest, and back with cinnabar.
Upon hearing this, Li Huai gritted his teeth, accepted the lucky money, and nodded heavily.
Then, crouching low, he carefully moved along the roof slope towards the roof of the ancestral hall.
I took out all the talismans and bit the tip of my tongue.
I was already injured, and this pain made my vision go black.
But I didn't care about that. With saliva mixed with my blood essence, I quickly drew those extremely distorted, even somewhat sinister runes on each talisman.
These runes are not orthodox Taoist runes, but rather resentment, malevolent influence, and backlash!
These are evil talismans often used by folk shamans to raise ghosts, but they are perfect for guiding resentment at this moment.
After drawing the talisman, I grabbed three sticks of incense to guide the soul and lit them.
Suddenly, the talismans moved without wind, emanating a heavy yin energy.
The temperature dropped two or three degrees instantly, and the onlookers involuntarily hugged their arms.
Then I sat cross-legged in the center of the roof, facing the direction of the ancestral hall, and placed the blood talismans I had drawn one by one in front of me.
Finally, I pulled out the ink line, tied one end to my left wrist, and the other end...
I looked at the booklet floating in the air, and the face on it was still staring at me, seemingly unaware of what I was about to do.
"Old ghost, you're outdated!"
I muttered to myself, "This thing would never have imagined that a righteous sorcerer would use this kind of evil earth-binding spirit array against him!"
"Luo Tianhe, help me! Use this to entangle that book, or those vines will also work!"
The ink line, stained with cinnabar and black dog blood, is believed to have a certain power to ward off evil spirits and bind malevolent entities.
Now it can even serve as a conduit for transmitting resentment.
That's why I didn't let Luo Tianhe go to the ancestral hall; he had a more important task.
Upon hearing this, Luo Tianhe took the spool of thread without hesitation, glanced at the wildly swirling vines,
With a fierce look in his eyes, he suddenly flung the spool toward the end of one of the main roots.
Luo Tianhe had excellent aim; the spool swung through the air in an arc, instantly circling the end of the vine covered in slime and knots.
Almost simultaneously, the vine trembled violently, as if sensing something and trying to break free, but it was too late.
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