Chapter 172: Magic Circle
"The powerful spiritual power can quickly heal any injuries on the body."
The girl casually dug out the bloody bullet from her calf and threw it aside, then walked behind Han Zhong who was kneeling by the wall. Her bloody footprints became shallower and shallower with every step, and the bleeding wound on her calf was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"laugh--"
She bent down, pulled out the dagger that had stabbed into Han Zhong's back, wiped the blood off her body, and then took out a finger-sized transparent bottle from her pocket. It was half filled with bright red liquid, and there was floating red mist, like burning and steaming blood mist.
Han Zhong's body shook, as if he felt threatened. He raised his head abruptly to look at the red liquid in the bottle. His face with deep brows turned pale as paper due to excessive bleeding.
The next moment, the girl opened the bottle and poured the blood inside onto the ground. The steaming blood mist suddenly surged up, and a huge and invisible force instantly filled the entire room.
Han reorganized his mind and went blank for a moment. He felt as if his soul was being cut and stabbed by a knife. He wished he could die immediately, but his consciousness was so clear that he could even see the girl cutting her palm again, letting her golden blood drip onto the ground.
"@%*＆%@#..."
The girl murmured an ancient and complicated spell, and the golden-red blood seemed to be given life, spreading along the ground to his feet, leaving a string of ancient and mysterious spells wherever it passed. In the blink of an eye, a huge magic array was formed, with a golden-red seal formed by a spell in each of the eight directions, and Han Zhong was in the center. At first glance, it looked like he was locked in the center with eight golden chains.
At the same time, the moment the magic circle was formed, a red cloud suddenly appeared in the sky above Qingshui Bay. The glow became brighter and brighter, gradually spreading to the entire western sky. The scarlet cloud was so thick that it seemed to be dripping with blood, and it was like a blazing unknown flame, ready to burn the entire Linhai City to ashes at any time.
And in a corner that no one could see, the stagnant dark blue evil spirit over the entire Linhai City suddenly moved, and rushed towards the direction of Qingshui Bay impatiently as if it was summoned.
A huge evil spirit mixed with countless violent, bloody, hateful, and greedy emotions passed through the reinforced concrete house, penetrated into this dim and empty room, and rushed into Han Zhong's body at the center of the magic circle.
The bone-chilling cold was like millions of tiny cow-hair needles piercing through the pores of his bones. The tremendous pain, which was enough to make a living person lose consciousness in an instant, finally made Han Zhong groan in pain, but he could not get rid of it.
But the next moment it passed through the body again and could only stay for a short moment.
The girl's eyes fell on the bronze bell hanging from the rope on Han Zhong's left wrist. She recognized the soul-calming formation on it, as well as the familiar powerful spiritual power on the golden-red rope.
But she was not in a hurry. She just watched quietly as Han Zhong was entangled and fought over by countless evil spirits. Then a crisp sound was heard in the house, and the jade locket connected to the bracelet on Han Zhong's left wrist broke into two pieces from the crack in the middle.
“Ding-dong——”
The copper bell tied with a red rope suddenly fell to the ground, rang for the last time, and finally fell completely silent.
In an instant, all the evil spirits rushed towards the person in the center of the magic circle like crazy.
Han Zhong's pupils slightly dilated, and he gradually began to lose consciousness. Everything around him became blurry. He seemed to have sunk into eternal darkness, being devoured bit by bit by an invisible beast in the darkness.
He suddenly remembered why he was afraid of the dark. It was a long time ago. The first night he saw after he could remember was when he was three years old. He looked at the setting sun and the pitch-black night, and always felt that the night would never end.
Even though everyone around him told him that the night would soon pass, the sun would rise again the next morning, and the world would light up again, he still felt that the night would never end, and he would be trapped in a small dark place, unable to hear any sound, unable to speak, and could only lie there quietly, unable to move.
He didn't know why he became like this, and why he was trapped here, but he vaguely knew that he was waiting for a voice.
The voice was soft and even, without any ups and downs. It seemed that he had no expression no matter what happened, yet he was curious about everything.
That voice always spoke to him quietly through the darkness. He could not remember the content of those words, but he felt as if his heart was being cut by a blunt knife, the pain seeping into his bones.
He wanted to touch the head of the owner of the voice and hug him, but he could not move. He could only be trapped in that darkness day after day and year after year, until one day the voice no longer appeared and great despair surrounded him.
He finally realized that this dark night had no end and he could only wait in despair until his consciousness completely disappeared.
Click.
A tear of blood flowed from the corner of his eye, which was cracked due to excessive force. Everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of red mist. Han Zhong's consciousness began to fade, and many real or false memories appeared in front of his eyes in an instant, and finally stopped on the familiar figure falling from the sky in front of him.
She has a tall and slender figure, with long black hair tied up high. There is always a strand of hair behind her left ear that is neither too long nor too short and cannot be combed up. It just hangs on her shoulders, as casual as its owner.
"... Jiang Wu?"
His lips moved slowly, the sound was so soft that it was almost a breath, but this time the figure responded to him.
"Um."
It was a gentle voice, as if nothing in the world could stir him up, yet it was like the wind blowing across the soft purple iris tail, like a ray of light suddenly appearing in the darkness.
“…”
Han Zhong's eyes, which were about to blur, suddenly regained a bit of spirit, and his pupils regained focus. He stared blankly at the familiar figure in front of him and the collection room that turned into ruins under the sunlight.
Is it dawn?
He slowly raised his head and looked upward.
The warm, bright sunlight quietly poured down from above his head, illuminating every corner of the dark room. He could even see specks of dust floating in the sunlight, dancing and searching like the brief and fleeting life of human beings.
The sound in my ear came back again, a huge and deafening roar, emitting a golden-red spiritual power. Wherever it passed, debris and rubble fell, and everything in this dark room was instantly reduced to dust.
This also includes the three-story roof above this dark room that disappeared out of thin air.
Han Zhong opened his eyes a little wider, and finally realized that all this was not an illusion before his death. He lowered his head to look at the familiar figure in front of him and uttered incredulous hoarse voice, "... Jiang Wu?"
"Um."
"…How did you get here?"
He remembered that the airport was more than an hour's drive from Qingshui Bay, and he lost consciousness for only half an hour. Within this half hour, Jiang Wu went from the airport to Qingshui Bay, smashed the roof of the three-story villa, and turned the entire collection room into ruins.
"It flew over." Jiang Wuhui said.
Han Zhong was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and wondered if his ears were deafened. "You flew here... by yourself?"
"Um."
The moment he noticed the peace locket was broken, he used a huge fire barrier to split the entire square in two, blocking those people on the other side of the fire barrier. Then, ignoring the terrified faces around him, he flew all the way over with the light body spell, and finally found Han Zhong who was trapped in the forbidden spell and tortured to death in this dark room.
Just a little more and Han Zhong's mind would completely dissipate and disappear from this world forever.
So he must kill the woman in front of him, even if she is from his tribe.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the three thousand talismans circling around his wrist transformed into a golden-red chain that rushed towards the short-haired girl in front of him at lightning speed.
A buzzing sound was heard, and a golden-red barrier instantly appeared in front of the girl, but the next second the barrier was pierced and shattered by the golden-red chain like paper.
The golden-red spiritual power turned into fragments all over the sky. The girl silently chanted a spell, mobilizing all the spiritual power to cover her whole body. However, when she saw the spell chain that took shape from the powerful spiritual power, she smelled the scent of death. For the first time, fear appeared in her calm eyes.
At the critical moment, a huge black crow suddenly flew over from somewhere and blocked her way.
“Puff——”
The chain pierced through the black crow's body without hesitation, and then pierced the short-haired girl's heart. The golden-red spell was stained with a layer of blood, making it even more eye-catching.
Scarlet blood and pitch-black crow feathers scattered on the ground. The body of the short-haired girl was hung in the air by chains. The blood dyed her white coat red and dripped from her toes to the ground. Her amber eyes enlarged in an instant and gradually lost focus.
The golden-red chain brought the short-haired girl's body to Jiang Wu. He stared at the dying girl's amber eyes, which were almost the same as his own, for a while, and said lightly, "Are you doing this voluntarily or are you forced?"
The short-haired girl raised her bloodstained face and looked at him. There was not much spirit in her eyes. Her voice was soft and weak, "…Is there any difference?"
"have."
"...Are you going to let me go?"
"I can avenge you."
“…”
The girl didn't say anything else, just looked at him quietly, and after a moment she suddenly said, "My name is Jiang Mi, Jiang Mi as in Jiang Shui Mi Yue."
"good."
Jiang Wu replied, then he put his right index and middle fingers together to form a sword gesture and stabbed fiercely at the girl's forehead.
The short-haired girl's eyes, which had originally lost their luster, suddenly burst into light, and a black soul quickly jumped out of her eyes, trying to rush towards the broken roof above her head.
Jiang Wu naturally would not let it go. His eyes turned pitch black in an instant. The three thousand golden-red spell stones reflected in his right eye turned into thousands of stars. The mighty and vast power of his soul quickly trapped it and pulled it back into the body of the short-haired girl.
The girl's left eye instantly turned pure black, as if her face was split into two. The black eye was filled with fear and panic, and at the same time a sharp voice suddenly rang out -
"Don't you want to know the secret of Hongchen's ascension?!"
“…”
Jiang Wu's hand movements suddenly stopped.