The next moment, endless coldness engulfed me, as if I had been thrown onto an iceberg.
At the same time, countless fragmented memories of death crashed down on me like a tidal wave.
I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the water, plummeting into an abyss filled with blood and resentment.
But it was as if I had violated my survival instinct; instead of struggling to rise, I deliberately sank downwards until I reached the very bottom.
Finally, just as I had hoped, I saw an extremely faint golden light struggling!
That was a bit of pure yang lightning energy naturally present in the lightning-struck wood, just like the three souls and seven spirits of a person, and it was also the original source of this sword.
He was like a lone boat in a raging storm, on the verge of sinking, yet he persevered.
Seeing this, I felt somewhat fortunate that I hadn't given up on the Thunder Strike Sword.
"Lightning Strike Sword, it's me! Do you remember the first time you were held in my hand? Do you remember how you complained that the Thunder Tiger Talisman I drew wasn't cool enough? Wake up now!"
Under my eager gaze, the golden light seemed to flicker slightly.
There's hope!
At that moment, a feeling of suffocation and drowning washed over me, as if I were about to die in this abyss, but I didn't care.
At this moment, outside, Old Han saw me standing still, my face completely bloodless, and even a thin layer of black frost between my brows!
The phrase "darkening between the eyebrows" perfectly describes my current situation!
Knowing I was in grave danger, he stomped his foot and gave up trying to maintain the crumbling formation.
"Damn it, this kid seems reliable, but once he gets into a rage, he's a real handful!"
He cursed under his breath, tossed the copper bell in his hand into the air again, and at the same time, bit both index fingers, drawing a blood talisman rapidly in the air with his blood, and shouted sharply:
"Five stars guard the sea, their light illuminates the dark abyss; a thousand gods and ten thousand saints protect my true spirit, go!"
The blood talisman transformed into a beam of red light and entered my brow.
In an instant, the thin layer of frost on my face melted away like sunlight shining on snow.
Seeing this, Luo Tianhe breathed a sigh of relief.
He's not stupid. Even if he doesn't know how to read faces, seeing my terrifying appearance just now, and what I said earlier, already made him feel very uneasy.
But to be honest, he had no other options and could only rely on Old Han!
A distant source of water cannot quench an immediate thirst, and he couldn't very well go to find Master Zhang Qingxiao.
In the instant winter struck, my consciousness, which was about to be swallowed by darkness, was pulled back by a warm hand, giving me a chance to catch my breath.
And that golden light, which belonged to the origin of the Thunderstrike Sword, was replenished by the economic resources of my Heart Lake and blessed by the Cold Protection Mantra, and suddenly expanded and burned.
"Master, it's my incompetence that almost dragged you down with me!"
"laugh---!"
In reality, a golden bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the tainted dark red patterns on that terrifyingly shaped lightning sword.
The ghost infant, stuck to the sword, suddenly showed fear and anger on its face and let out a sharp, desperate cry.
Holy crap, I almost died! Luckily, Old Han is reliable!
The thought flashed through my mind, and then I knew I couldn't waste any more time.
Taking advantage of the brief stalemate caused by the strengthening of the connection and the reverse struggle, I used the Thunderstrike Sword to smash into the invisible connection between the ghost infant's remains that were within reach and Li Huai.
This kid is still being controlled by the evil magic of the ghost baby!
"Li Huai, you bastard, wake up! Think about the promise Luo Tianhe made to you before—you could choose any of the beautiful female DJs in the bar, and do whatever you wanted with them!"
Perhaps it was the effect of a protective charm, or perhaps it was the influence of the beautiful DJ.
Anyway, my extremely unreliable method of awakening touched some deep-seated obsessions in Li Huai's soul!
His eerie, silly grin froze abruptly, and a fierce struggle flickered in his eyes.
Seeing that Li Huai seemed to have a chance to wake up, I continued to try to remove the contamination from the Thunder Strike Sword, since the Thunder Strike Sword was the most important thing.
"Get out of here!"
With a desperate roar, the ghostly infant's face, stuck to the hilt of the sword, let out a half-cutted scream before crumbling into countless ashes. The yin energy clinging to the sword also receded rapidly like a tide.
Li Huai, standing to the side, seemed to have been struck by an invisible hammer. With a "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of black blood filled with ill omen and fell unconscious. At least the eerie smile on his face disappeared.
I opened my eyes and found that the formation had completely stopped operating!
The cinnabar lines had completely turned into a dry, blackish-gray, all seven peach wood stakes were broken and rotten, and the quicklime rings had lost their luster, leaving only a ring of pale powder.
There was a deathly silence in front of the cold storage, broken only by the heavy, weary breathing of a few of us.
Old Han staggered to my side, patted my shoulder forcefully, and said with difficulty:
"Good lad, you've got guts! You actually succeeded!"
I quickly waved my hand and bowed to Old Han: "I was too reckless. If it weren't for you, Old Han... I would be finished."
My voice was filled with lingering fear; recalling the scene just now, I couldn't help but gasp.
Upon hearing this, Old Han first glared at me, then spoke earnestly:
“I know you young people are ambitious, but what just happened was extremely dangerous. You walked right up to the gates of hell, you could say you had a face-to-face encounter with the King of Hell!”
"This sword is indeed important, but your own life is even more important!"
I nodded repeatedly, not daring to offend Old Han. He had practically snatched my life back from the jaws of death.
But to be honest, if I had to do it all over again, I think I would still make the same choice!
After all, the lightning sword is not just a weapon to me, but also my brother!
Old Han said no more and began to direct us to clean up the mess.
He first had Luo Tianhe and Zhang Qiang, who were in slightly better condition, lift Li Huai, who was lying on the ground, to the side so that he wouldn't get in the way.
Then, forcing himself to speak, he solemnly recited a long mantra for the deceased, facing Wu Tao's completely shriveled body in the freezer, to help his soul find peace.
Zhang Qiang couldn't help but give a wry smile.
Although the matter has been resolved, Wu Tao's body is in this state; how is he going to explain it to his family?!
I could tell what he was thinking, so I patted him on the shoulder and said:
"I think you should just tell the truth and do your best to leave the rest to fate."
"I'm a police officer, telling them these things... and they might not even believe me!"
Zhang Qiang looked worried, and as a policeman, he felt it was a bit absurd to be promoting these feudal ideas.
"Zhang Qiang, you're overthinking it. Any normal person, seeing Wu Tao's corpse like this, would naturally think of ghosts and monsters!"
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