Chapter 309
Chapter 309
The instant Seventh Master pulled us away, the two doors exploded as though struck by artillery. An inch-thick layer of frost covered the place where we had been standing.
The yin energy was so powerful that if we had failed to move, we probably would have died on the spot.
In another blink, the small room was densely packed with “people.”
They were all the dead souls of the Luo Mansion. Each retained the appearance they had at death, with gray-white skin and rigid expressions.
Unlike the last time, their eyes were no longer completely white, but entirely black. They looked even more terrifying.
The three men inside continued ringing their bells and casting spells, controlling Master Luo and the others as they closed in on us.
We retreated in fear. It was not only Song Xiaotian and the others. Even I was growing terrified.
If these dead souls attacked together, how could we resist them? Even Seventh Master would struggle against so many.
Knowing he could not allow them to attack, Seventh Master immediately formed a Daoist mudra and began reciting the Soul-Calming Incantation.
The incantation was not composed of ordinary words, but spoken in a special language somewhat similar to Sanskrit.
The moment Seventh Master began chanting, the dead souls fell silent, and the blackness gradually receded from their eyes.
Those three men presumably specialized in controlling ghosts and could manipulate the dead through special means. In this place, aside from the powerful ghost, we were the greatest threat to them and their companions. Their only option was to control the dead souls and attack us.
As Seventh Master was about to soothe the spirits’ resentment, the three men cast another spell. All formed Daoist mudras and chanted words I could not recognize.
The dead souls, which had gradually been calming, began to move again. Instead of merely approaching us, they became restless and twisted their limbs wildly.
Seventh Master retreated continuously as cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
He was struggling greatly in the magical contest with those three men.
Neither side had gained an advantage when a mass of darkness suddenly appeared above the dead souls. It was beginning to assume a shape that filled me with terror.
Less than a third of it had manifested, yet my entire body was already numb.
Song Xiaotian and the others were too frightened to speak. This was probably the most terrifying moment of their lives.
Even Seventh Master went rigid. The hand forming his Daoist mudra trembled continuously.
I quickly warned him, “Seventh Master, stop! Your magical contest disturbed it. Once it emerges, we’re all finished.”
Even Seventh Master did not dare act recklessly. He quickly withdrew his right hand, turned, and ran.
“The wind’s too strong! Withdraw!”
The instant he shouted, the dark mass vanished. But the dead souls moved, charging at us like rabid wild dogs.
We did not dare linger. We turned and fled with all our strength, wishing we had grown two extra legs.
As we ran, everyone became separated.
There was no time to search for the others. More than thirty dead souls inhabited the Luo Mansion. No matter where we fled, one would eventually find us. We could barely protect ourselves.
Strangely, I had lost sight of Xiuzhu again during the escape.
As before, she had probably sensed the danger and run away to hide.
While I fled, a hand suddenly seized my back, frightening my soul halfway out of my body.
Before I could turn to look, the hand lifted me into the air with seemingly boundless strength and flung me into the distance.
The fall made me suck in a sharp breath. It nearly knocked my organs out of place.
When I raised my head, I discovered the attacker was that fat old bitch, the Second Concubine.
The dead woman looked as though she coveted my body. Drool spilled from her mouth as she swayed her head and charged at me again.
Even if I died, I could not let her take my virginity!
In desperation, I instinctively formed a Daoist mudra and prepared to use the Hexagram Art.
But for the sake of the greater plan, I forcibly stopped myself and grabbed a flowerpot to throw at her.
What the hell!
She could attack me, but I could not touch her. The flowerpot passed straight through her body.
During that brief moment of shock, she seized me again, gave me a lewd laugh, and threw me once more.
This time, she nearly killed me. My back slammed into a large flowerpot so hard that my spine almost snapped.
Being toyed with left me furious and in agony. I cursed desperately. “Fuck you! Do you want to sleep with me or kill me? Fuck your grandfather!”
When she started walking toward me again, I scrambled up and pulled out the Talisman Seventh Master had given me.
Then rapid footsteps approached.
They came quickly. Before long, a nimble figure appeared above the fat old bitch and brought a large saber down in a flying overhead strike.
The fat woman screamed and vanished in a cloud of black smoke.
“Anning!”
It was Anning.
She held the large saber I had given her.
The weapon was miraculous. My flowerpot could not even touch that fat woman, but one strike from the saber had obliterated her.
“Are you all right?” Anning asked.
I said I could manage.
“Run!” Two more ghosts were approaching. Anning grabbed me and fled.
I asked whether she had seen anyone else. She said she had not and had only spotted me after running this way.
Fortunately, I had given her the saber. Two ghosts had caught up with her earlier, but she destroyed them with two strikes.
Anning and I reached the main hall and intended to hide inside. But before we could cross the threshold, Master Luo appeared without warning.
He watched us with a sinister expression, then practically teleported across the room. With one hand, he sent Anning and the saber flying. Another palm strike knocked me away.
I inwardly groaned. Could the powerful ghost here truly be Master Luo?
But his aura did not feel right.
The moment Anning hit the floor, she ignored the pain and scrambled for the fallen saber.
Master Luo naturally would not let her recover something capable of threatening him.
When he appeared beside her again, I abandoned all concern for the greater plan.
“Kun Character, Fan Yin!”
I formed the Daoist mudra and instantly reflected Master Luo backward.
While he was bewildered, I hauled Anning up, recovered the saber, and ran.
We had not gone far when Master Luo caught up again.
“Kun Character, Eight-Formation Chart!”
I looked back, and Master Luo was instantly trapped in place.
Anning’s eyes widened, but neither of us dared pause. We immediately fled the scene.