The sorcerer shook his head vigorously, trying to banish this unrealistic thought.
Putting aside everything else, the cost of building a prison alone would be quite substantial.
Add to that the various rare materials used to set up the feng shui arrangement... and when you add up all the expenses, it's simply an astronomical figure!
If such manpower and resources are needed to suppress it, then what must be in the shop?
Is it the legendary "Five Wrathful Soldiers" that Marshal Zhao and Celestial Master Zhang of the Dragon Tiger Altar jointly subdued?!
You should know that they had long since reformed, and this is now the Taoist priests' "last line of defense"...
Even though they didn't want to believe that there might be something terrifying in that small paper-making shop, the sorcerer still didn't dare to act rashly.
After pondering for a moment, he opened the bottle containing corpse oil and lured the bat hanging upside down from the signboard into his hand.
"Bat God, Bat God, I'll have to trouble you to go in and take a look for me."
After saying this, he put his middle finger into the bat's mouth and let it suck his blood.
The bat only stopped when its belly was bulging and even faintly glowing with blood.
Then it flapped its pair of fleshy wings and struggled to squeeze into the crack in the door.
Seeing this, the sorcerer did not stand idly in front of the shop, but walked to the other side of the road to observe carefully.
First of all, this paper-making shop has an eerie atmosphere, so it's best to be careful.
Secondly, take this opportunity to rest for a while and alleviate the weakness caused by having his essence and blood drained.
But more than ten minutes passed while they waited.
During this time, the "Bat God" who went in never came out.
Just as the sorcerer was about to go and see what was going on, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Then the bat tattoo on his right neck suddenly exploded, and blood gushed out as if it were free.
If a medical professional were to see this, they could make a diagnosis instantly—a ruptured right carotid artery...
Fortunately, the sorcerer was no ordinary person:
While covering his neck, which was gushing blood, he hurriedly pulled out a dark green centipede and pressed it firmly onto the wound before he fainted.
When a centipede sees blood, its eyes flash red.
Then it slipped and burrowed into the sorcerer's neck.
Judging from the rapidly wriggling skin, the centipede not only burrowed into the sorcerer's neck, but also quickly crawled up his neck towards his head.
If this were an ordinary person, they would definitely be dead.
But when the centipede entered his body, the blood gushing from the sorcerer's neck stopped, and his expression became less terrified.
Although her face was frighteningly pale due to excessive blood loss, she was eventually out of danger.
Too weak, the sorcerer could only hold onto a large tree to prevent himself from falling, while staring in terror at the paper-making shop across the street.
"The Bat God has been annihilated?!"
What terrifying thing is inside?!
The only response from the sorcerer was a soft sigh.
Then the shop door with the words "Asking Rice to Connect Yin and Yang" slowly opened, and Granny Liu slowly walked out, leaning on her cane.
"Outsider, the things inside this shop are not something you can mess with."
"Take this advice from an old man: run while you still can, run as far as you can."
"Remember, never come back again..."
After the old woman finished speaking, she didn't care about the sorcerer's reaction, turned around and went back into the shop.
He even kept the door of his shop tightly closed.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the sorcerer finally came to his senses.
He glanced in the direction of the paper-making shop with lingering fear, then staggered and struggled toward the edge of the town.
He desperately wanted to escape this eerie town and get away from that terrifying paper-making shop.
Unfortunately, one of the three people executed during the day was a descendant of the old monster within the sect.
If someone dares to "stand by and watch someone die," then I will truly feel like I'm living a life worse than death...
After struggling to leave the town, the sorcerer went straight to the execution ground.
After all, the body is still there.
It's fine when it's late at night and everyone's asleep. Unless someone's seriously insane, who would stay up all night to wander around the execution ground looking for thrills?!
But once it gets light, things might change.
Firstly, there are too many people around, and secondly, who knows if the armed police will come to carry out the execution again today?
When the sorcerer arrived at the execution ground and saw that the three corpses were "safe and sound," he finally felt relieved.
After stuffing his mouth with venomous insects like spiders to replenish his strength, he took out three "death nails" and hammered them deep into the heads of the three corpses.
They then took out twelve enormous, bluish-black centipedes, each about the length of an infant's arm and the thickness of a sausage.
They were arranged in pairs, and with their mouths and countless nail-like claws, they firmly "bite" into the sides of the three corpses' knees.
It's as if it's embedded in the bone, giving the feeling that it's even penetrating through the skin and flesh, tightly gripping the bone.
After doing all this, the sorcerer, who was extremely weak, rested for a long time until dawn before getting up from the ground.
They divided the remaining little corpse oil in half and spread it evenly over the entire body of the giant centipede, leaving none untouched.
He then repeatedly made hand seals and shouted at the three corpses, "Rise!"
A strange thing happened:
The three corpses, which were already dead, actually stood up and, led by the sorcerer, slowly walked towards the deep mountains and forests in the distance.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the centipedes were constantly curling up and stretching their bodies, causing the corpse to bend its knees and wobble as it moved forward.
......
For the next two days, the town returned to its usual tranquility.
People are busy with their own daily necessities.
Before dawn on the third day, the sorcerer returned to the town.
However, this time he didn't dare to approach the paper-making shop rashly. Instead, he found a breakfast shop across the street, ordered some food, and silently kept an eye on it.
His eyes were filled with fear and unease.
According to the sorcerer's original intention, he absolutely did not want to provoke the things in the paper-making shop again.
I just wanted to report what was happening here to the "headquarters" and then wait for support.
But last night, the sorcerer, who was fast asleep, suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his neck.
Because the sorcerer was sleeping with the corpse in the wilderness, he didn't pay much attention and thought he was just experiencing "sleep paralysis".
But when he tried to expel the wandering ghosts, he found that it had no effect at all!
I tried three or four different methods, and it was the same every time!
how so? !
Just as the sorcerer was about to suffocate, a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind:
He recalled the "spirit infant" bestowed upon him by headquarters for this mission.
He struggled to pull out a sharp knife and slashed his own thigh open.
Ignoring the excruciating pain and gushing blood, a miniature human skull, the size of a bull's eye, was "turned" out of the flesh, its eyes flashing red light.
The sorcerer raised the skull high and, with his last breath, roared, "Please, spirit infant, save me!!"
He then collapsed and lost consciousness...
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