Chapter 1601 A Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!
Luo Tianhe tossed me one end of the spool.
I took it and felt the chill emanating from the other end of the ink line, and couldn't help but shiver.
This thing is more sinister than I ever imagined.
Without thinking, I pointed my right hand, fingers together like a sword, and slammed it into the center of the evil talismans arranged in front of me.
"Heaven and earth resent me, heed my command! Blood debts must be repaid in blood, every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor! With your hatred, repay your grudge, swiftly!"
As I uttered the last word, "ç–¾" (ji, meaning "urgent" or "urgent"), I endured the pain and pressed the ink line directly into the center of the wound on my hand.
We've done everything we can, and we're just praying that nothing goes wrong with Li Huai.
Fortunately, Li Huai didn't let things fall apart at the crucial moment.
"Phew~"
A cold wind rose from the ground, and the evil talismans in front of me spontaneously combusted, but the flames that burned were not ordinary flames, but a ghostly green fire.
The will-o'-the-wisp spread forward at an astonishing speed along the ink line.
At the same time, Li Huai happened to bury the last amulet coin in the direction of the ancestral hall at the west end of the village!
The seven amulet coins forming the Seven Stars Soul-Nail Position glowed slightly, resonating with the ancestral hall itself.
The resentment and gloom that had been swirling above the ancestral hall seemed to have found an outlet and suddenly gathered together.
Under my guidance, this torrent of resentment, formed by the combined grievances of countless innocent villagers who died tragically, did not linger in the ancestral hall, but instead surged towards the remnant soul of the sorcerer.
"What?!" The ghostly green figure screamed in shock and anger, speaking for the first time.
Before this, he had always regarded us as lambs to the slaughter, merely his prey. Who would speak up for their own bread?
Now he realized something was wrong. A torrent of resentment surged along the ink line and crashed against the dark purple vines. The vines instantly spewed out a large amount of foul-smelling black smoke, as if they had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid.
The effect was even better than I expected, and I couldn't help but smile, saying sarcastically:
"Didn't you see these villagers as food? Now they've come to you willingly, and you're still not happy?"
In the gloomy atmosphere, countless grotesque, twisted faces of vengeful spirits desperately tried to crawl into the cracks in the vines, emitting terrifying roars that sent chills down one's spine.
"You, you deserve to die!"
The remnant spirit of the sorcerer suddenly looked at me, his eyes brimming with hatred and anger.
He never expected that his plan, which was almost complete, would be suddenly ruined by an outsider like me.
He had been lying dormant here for over a century in his quest for resurrection, and success was within reach...
I know that if he could, he would love to eat me alive, bite by bite.
"Hehe, is this guy cosplaying as Aatrox?"
Luo Tianhe, standing to the side, scratched his head, feeling a sense of familiarity with the words of the remnant soul of the sorcerer, after all, some of his lines were quite well-known.
Thinking of this, Luo Tianhe became energized and said enthusiastically to the remnant soul of the sorcerer:
"Your lines are so lame. I'll provide you with some material. I'll sever your limbs, I'll pierce your soul! I'll cut your filthy body in half, slice it open, and chop it to pieces!"
Luo Tianhe spoke with great emotion, but the remnant soul of the sorcerer had no time to pay attention to him.
"Get out of here, you lowly blood food!" The ghostly green figure struggled frantically, trying to sever its connection with the main root, but it was too late. The torrent of resentment had already surged upstream, directly impacting its barely formed soul body.
"Give me back my life! I died a terrible death!"
"You beast, give me back my child!"
"It hurts, it hurts so much!"
Let's die together, let's die together!
Hundreds of thoughts, filled with blood, tears, and resentment, poured into the consciousness of the ghostly green figure through the bridge of the Ink Sword.
This was not the kind of soul and blood he wanted, which he could absorb and utilize; rather, it was pure vengeful fury carrying the will to destroy and perish together with his enemies.
At this moment, Li Huai also arrived. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sigh:
"I used to think that if I were killed by a ghost, I would become a ghost and kill him. But Brother Yan told me that even if I died and became a ghost, I would generally be no match for the hundred-year-old ghost that killed me. But now they have a chance to take revenge themselves, so it can be said that Brother Yan has granted their wish."
Luo Tianhe nodded in agreement.
Sun Wang was in tears; many of these villagers were his friends or even relatives.
They all died horribly, with hardly any complete corpses left.
He was genuinely happy for them now that they had the chance to take revenge themselves.
But that wasn't all. Above the village, the thick, gloomy, leaden clouds that had been lingering were now completely stirred up.
Starting from the seven-star nail-soul position on the roof of the ancestral hall, countless gray-black, semi-transparent human figures twisted and struggled to crawl out from the burning houses, from the mummified corpses entwined with vines, and from the blood-soaked earth.
If this terrifying scene had happened normally, Li Huai would have wet his pants from fright.
But at this moment he only felt relieved and wished these vengeful spirits were even more terrifying, more horrifying, and more frightening!
Because those vengeful spirits had only one target: the remnant soul of the sorcerer who had killed them.
The vengeful spirits that appeared at first were just a few scattered ones, but in the blink of an eye it was as if the gates of hell had been opened!
Ten, a hundred, hundreds!
Men, women, young and old, and those with physical disabilities.
Some of them still had withered, black vines wrapped around their necks, and their faces were filled with terror—that was how they looked before they died.
Others had hollow chests, dripping with blood, their expressions blank, yet they stared intently in the direction of the eerie green shadow.
Some of their limbs were twisted into pretzels, crawling at bizarre angles, making them many times more terrifying than the zombies in those European and American movies.
At this moment, a hundred demons roam the night!
"Holy crap, how many people died in this village? How many are left?!"
Luo Tianhe couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. He had thought that the monster would at most kill a hundred or so people, and that the entire village, with its five or six hundred people, would still be able to survive.
But now it seems that more than half of the victims were killed, at least three or four hundred people!
It's estimated that the village won't be able to continue; it may have to relocate or merge into the surrounding villages.
After all, marriage between close relatives is prohibited, and many people in these villages are related by blood.
Marriage was already difficult enough, but now with so many deaths, it's impossible to continue the lineage.
I let out a long sigh. These vengeful spirits didn't move in unison.
Instead, they resembled a school of fish stranded on the beach after the tide had receded, struggling and writhing, rolling, wriggling, and crawling.
But they all shared the same goal: to tear off pieces of the guy's flesh and blood, so he could feel what it was like to be alive.
As they crawled in a twisted, shadowy manner, they emitted piercing screams that sent splitting headaches and blurred vision to all the survivors.
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