Chapter 95 Yin Peach Blossom (25) He simply waited quietly for the most...
[The centipede soaked the talisman, afraid that Ah Tan would wake up halfway through and waste the talisman water, and even gently administered it. No wonder our Ah Tan didn't move at all, five-star service, enjoy!]
[Ah Tan: Everything is going according to plan]
[The wolf dad is still laughing there, are you ready to marry off your son?]
[LuLu: I'm ready to marry you]
[The wolf father deliberately mentioned the parents sending the bride as a wedding gift, as a test.]
[And there's that Guanyin temple for praying for children, Ah-Tan keeps looking at it. Could Mommy have gone there to pray? I'll cry at her grave first, Mommy—]
[Lu Lu isn't here? She really went to prepare? So they can't meet before the wedding, right?]
The Civil Affairs Bureau has actually come!
Do you guys remember what was in the library that asked Ah Tan's name? It was the female ghost sister, right? Lu Lu might have to steal her away.
Before the bridal sedan chair arrived to greet them, the comic depicted the entire process of the Calabash Brothers rescuing their grandfather.
To Xie Tan's surprise, these guys who went into the tomb also fell for the trick.
Yun Song was the first to be buried. He led the believers to the central burial chamber to prepare for the human sacrifice for the Dharma assembly.
He didn't take the fog seriously; it looked like ordinary damp white fog, though he knew it was more likely a "trap" in the tomb.
He supervised the worshippers as they made their sacrifices, and only when the fog rolled in thicker did he realize something was wrong, but it was too late.
He turned around, and the white mist turned into billowing black smoke, accompanied by crackling sparks, engulfing the believers and bringing with it a scorching heat.
The offerings cannot be compromised. Everyone is holding a religious ceremony, so it's not difficult to spare a few more offerings, but it takes time.
He rolled out a spell banner from his wide sleeves, the scriptures flashing, and waved it away, revealing a group of monks and pilgrims, burned to a crisp, rushing forward, tearing and biting each other, worse than primitive people.
Behind them was a white-robed Guanyin statue, charred black inch by inch, its benevolent smile now utterly eerie.
His pupils dilated instantly, the suppressed fear awakened, plunging him back to that terrifying day when morality collapsed and Buddha refused to save. In the middle of the night, he heard a dense chorus of chanting, and saw dim lights in the distance. He approached the main hall in confusion, only to step into a hollowed-out skull. Rotten brain matter soaked his shoes and socks. It was his junior brother, with whom he had meditated that afternoon. And those swarming sounds weren't chanting, but rather, they were... they were...
Among his fellow disciples, his most diligent senior brother was hunched over in front of the Guanyin statue, writing scriptures with great effort. His back was moving wildly up and down. When the temple door opened, the moonlight shone on him. The figure paused and turned his head slowly.
Yun Song couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see the blood dripping from his pen... It was human blood, and the inkstone was made from the severed head of his fellow apprentice next to him.
The blood-written scriptures on the white paper seemed to glow. He saw his senior brother give a chilling smile, revealing someone's flesh and bone stuck between his white teeth, with blood flowing down his gums.
The senior brother smiled and said, "Namo... Amitabha Buddha..."
Yun Song's breath hitched, and he shook his head. To this day, he still couldn't tell if it was real or a dream, but he knew that night was definitely a divine revelation!
No... it can't become like this, it's too chaotic, everything is too chaotic, heaven and earth, sun and moon, ethics and moral principles, it seems that none of them exist, there is only pitch black... absolutely not!
So he left the temple and joined the Mirror Cult, a place that truly brought him closer to all the power behind it all.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, using his magic tools to cast spells, telling himself it was all an illusion. When he opened his eyes again... the white mist had really turned into black smoke, not the black smoke from the temple fire in his memory, but smoke that seemed to be spreading from the direction of the Sun Calendar Stone.
This place is indeed dangerous; the sun's power is so subtle and undetectable...
He felt it was his duty to do so.
He joined the cult in order to invoke a source-like deity to suppress the demons and monsters that squandered His power and caused chaos. Even if he had to live under an overzealous and violent rule, it would be better than a world of rampant demons!
A withered, aged hand reached out from the mist, only to be severed by him. This was not a hallucination! Someone was coming!
He looked closely and saw it was Granny Yao. Her eyes were mad and lifeless, just like the fellow disciples in his memory.
She had completely lost her mind, her spirit sinking into the terrifying illusions created by the black mist, leaving only instinctive fighting. As he fought with her, he seemed to hear her saying "brother" and "sister," with "sister" being said the most.
He had investigated these competitors. The famous Lotus Hall had been closed for many years, but if it was some small establishment with the same name, it wouldn't fit the Xia family's spending level. So where did they hire these people?
He then checked the talisman placed at the entrance of the tomb, which had already been triggered twice. There was another person who had come before Granny Yao, but he hadn't noticed it because of his hallucinations.
It's that wizard.
She was unusually cautious, as if she had melted into the fog. No matter what method he used, he could not find her. Even when he asked Observer 7 to be dispatched, he still couldn't find her. That wizard... seemed to be from the Art Harbor, near the place where the sun sets. He was indeed capable.
This is a difficult situation. Originally, we wanted to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, but now we have two enemies, one in the open and one in the shadows.
Fortunately, he received reinforcements who helped him complete the sacrifice.
A dark bolt of lightning pierced through the fog, striking Granny Yao's heart. Her body plunged into the fog, barely stirring up any dust.
Yun Song paused, this fierce lightning magic… He recognized the person who had come and his expression became respectful: “What are you doing here, sir?”
They actually mobilized the vice-leader's right-hand men.
Xi Rui smiled and said, "I heard that Master Yun Song is presiding over the sacrificial ceremony here. I have intelligence that the goat has been sent out to observe, so I volunteered to be a protector so that you can concentrate on completing the ceremony."
Yun Song immediately understood that Xi Rui was a favorite of the vice leader. The vice leader had received new information and replaced him with a better assistant. He quickly thanked him.
Xi Rui did submit a report, but relying on the vice leader's indulgence, he took the mission without consulting him first. After all, his beloved members were willing to reply to his messages and ask him for help.
Xiao Tan really understands his vindictive nature... but more likely he understands that he's fishing, so he guessed that a goat was going to cause trouble at the Dharma assembly and deliberately left a trap at the museum to track it down.
This Dharma assembly not only helped to recover the energy of Observation 2, but also burned all the observations that the religious group had found one after another. The sky that ordinary people could not see had long been shrouded in black mist, so adding Observation 12 would be a good idea to add to the festivities.
They worked together very well; it was a perfect first collaboration.
As he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard footsteps, like someone cautiously exploring.
That wizard?
The electricity crackled at his fingertips, but he saw Chang Mingai emerge from the fog.
He froze, his expression suddenly changing, both because of her unexpected appearance and because of the pair of feet dangling above her head.
His memory was inevitably pulled back to his high school days, before he joined the cult. On Halloween, after evening self-study, he went alone to try out all the ghost stories on campus, from the disappearing steps to the choir, the old tree on the playground, the abandoned classroom, and finally the dance studio, where he heard that a senior had hanged herself.
He knew there was another side to the world, and occasionally, driven by a pure desire to explore, he would peek into those shadows.
Gradually, he really started researching, like stepping into a rainforest to observe rare species that are not usually seen.
Of course, the ghosts wouldn't stand there waiting for him, and he often left disappointed. That day was one of them; nothing happened.
He was extremely disappointed. On his way back, he suddenly heard a short scream and a struggle. He turned around and saw Chang Ming'ai, who was secretly following behind him because she was worried about him!
Above her, a pair of hanging feet swayed gently.
All the ghosts he had encountered along the way had turned their backs on him, but now they were all clinging to her.
He could only watch helplessly as she was hung up.
Fortunately, he had previously swindled a stack of talismans from a Taoist priest with ill intentions.
One of them was a Five Thunder Talisman, which he accidentally activated, saving her and also saving him from almost losing his best friend.
He clutched the talismans tightly, thinking that to merely be a bystander was too weak; was it to expect the wild beasts of the rainforest to show mercy?
Once you know these things exist, you can't go back to a life of ignorance and complacency, or comfort yourself that you're not in danger.
Even if he doesn't care about this, what about the people around him?
He needed to become an explorer who could chew insects and break tiger teeth, a gun that could pierce the rainforest, and so he saw more.
He recalled the elder saying softly when he joined the cult, "There are too many monsters in this world, aren't there? People are just trying to survive in the cracks."
The voice was soft and distant, yet it weighed heavily on his heart.
The blade pierced through the air, shattering Chang Mingai's illusion. Xi Rui suddenly snapped back to reality, and the lightning bolt blocked the blade, pushing it back.
It was observation number twelve, and a fish took the bait... but why did the fish go crazy?
The youth under the cloak seemed to be deeply entangled by the black mist, and his fighting style had become chaotic, with each move potentially fatal.
Xi Rui took two steps back, when suddenly a skeleton appeared in the fog, ready to claim his life. He was startled and almost fell victim to it. After dodging, he and Yun Song captured Observer Twelve and used lightning to nail the skeleton to other tomb chambers.
That skeleton…is that the sorceress? What is this, a living dead? What are the black goats doing?
But they couldn't worry about that for now. They couldn't stay in the fog any longer; it was time to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony. He added several restrictions to prevent the skeletons from breaking free.
The white skeleton was pushed away by the lightning, leaving a long trail in the fog, as if three ghostly figures were surrounding her, appearing and disappearing.
Xie Tan felt much better after seeing this; it turned out everyone had fallen victim to the virus.
Were those three ghostly figures just hallucinations that Granny Yao saw?
He actually saw it in the tomb.
There were also the hallucinations of Master Yun Song and Xi Rui, and many more, which he simply mistook for mechanisms in the tomb, similar to those ancient moths and resurrected corpses.
He felt a surge of curiosity. Did Su He have it too? What kind of hallucination was it?
So he looked back and saw him and Xia Wujin being taken to the tomb in a bridal sedan chair.
The skeleton that Xi Rui had nailed to was untied by Su He silently, just to test him.
This guy was probably the only one who knew how dangerous the fog was, so he manipulated the human-faced centipede to avoid seeing hallucinations. Xie Tan was a little disappointed that he couldn't see Su He's hallucination.
In the comic, when the fog rises, sure enough, those illusions replay around him, like a changing monster painting.
However, the boy simply walked through indifferently, without giving a single glance. The fear, the hatred caused by the chaos of gods and demons, and the warnings that the world was about to collapse did not touch his clothes in the slightest.
Until Xia Wujin began to speak softly, recounting how he resembled Lu Jinzhao, and about her and her mother.
Thus, a crack appeared in his heart, which was separated from the world, allowing the smoke to seep in.
Su He almost held her breath, scrutinizing intently.
However, Su He saw nothing but a blank space.
In the pitch-black smoke that filled the tomb, the spot where only the boy existed seemed to have been hollowed out.
But Su He could still sense his emotional fluctuations; they were low and silent, like the blank space around him, seemingly devoid of anything.
In that instant, Su He felt as if the boy had vanished from the world, and her heart felt empty. Then, the group of cultists seized the opportunity and kidnapped Xie Tan.
The boy, bound to the massive Sunstone, had already woken up.
The frenzied worship, the Mirror Cult's ambitions, the Black Goat's anxieties, the world teeming with ghosts and monsters, the powerless people, the future that didn't sound too good... none of it had anything to do with him.
Those eyes were empty, detached.
He simply waited quietly.
Waiting for the last gear to complete his puzzle.
At the end of this chapter, the manga shifts to the other side.
Chang Mingai held the mirror tightly, her expression solemn. In the mirror, a strange pair of lips was fading away.
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