Chapter 625: Hometown Under the Sea of Blood
You can't believe everything in the diary, but you can't completely disbelieve it either.
It was also difficult for Wu Xian to determine which sentences were written by Xu Lu when he was conscious and which sentences were written by Xu Lu who had turned into an evil spirit with evil intentions.
But at least one thing is certain.
The moon is the key!
If one day Wu Xian could return to his hometown, the moon would be the thing he would focus on the most.
Wu Xian walked out of the cellar. There was nothing worth exploring in this village, so he started to return the same way.
On the way back, Wu Xian walked very slowly, holding a flower spear, poking here and touching there, as if he was traveling in a scenic spot, as if he wanted to remember every glimpse of the scenery in his mind.
If this was not a village on the verge of destruction, but the originally beautiful Xinshutun, Wu Xian's mood would be much better.
Soon Wu Xian passed through the thorny forest and returned to the open space outside the village.
On the stage, the ghost-faced man was dancing strangely. He had recovered from the effects of the black dog's blood and foul saliva.
However, what surprised Wu Xian was that the ghost-faced man had no intention of chasing Wu Xian or painting ghost makeup on Wu Xian's face. Instead, he looked very relaxed, singing a song on the stage that was different from the previous one, but with an equally chilling tone.
'Painting ghost faces, making ghost money, bloody mouth tastes salty~'
"Play evil music, pluck evil strings, and the sound of mourning drums and gongs continues~"
'Recognize Yin relatives, form Yin bonds, flesh and bones produce evil and body becomes cold~'
'Gather the evil spirit, become an evil immortal, dive into the sea of blood and enter the abyss...'
The content of the song made Wu Xian's hair stand on end and he felt vaguely uneasy.
If the content of the previous song was about why a ghost face should be painted, then this song is more like telling what will happen to the person who has a ghost face painted on him.
Wu Xian decided not to indulge the ghost-faced man anymore. He burned one third of a poker card in his hand. Then he pointed at the ghost-faced man, and a ball of blue light appeared at his fingertips!
Crack!
A blue electric light shot out from Wu Xian's hand and hit the ghost-faced man directly, leaving a trail of white smoke in the air.
This is the Small Thunder Curse, which, like the True Fire Curse, is one of the basic spells and can release three attacks.
Because of his enhanced Taoism, the small thunder spell Wu Xian used was slightly thicker than the one Su Huiqin had used before.
After being hit, the ghost-faced man fell on the stage, but instead of crying out in pain, he burst into crazy laughter.
“Hee, heh…haha, haha!!”
This piercing and twisted laughter made Wu Xian realize that something had happened without his knowledge, so he quickly jumped onto the stage and fiercely injected the second tube of black dog blood that he had drawn when he appeased Heigu last night into the ghost-faced man's body, and asked the ghost-faced man harshly:
"Say! What are you laughing at?"
The ghost-faced man's body twitched as he grinned at Wu Xian: "You should laugh with me, because you will soon become like me. You will return to your hometown with me, not in a dream, but in reality!"
As soon as he heard these words, Wu Xian felt a chill all over his body. His limbs began to become numb, and the flesh and blood under his skin began to lose control. A strange aura was rushing into the Fengfu acupoint at the back of his head...
"No, you want to turn me into an evil spirit, which requires two steps: cutting with a knife and applying blood. I have been protecting my face the whole time, so you don't have a chance to complete the ghost face!"
The ghost-faced man did not answer, but just laughed wildly.
Wu Xian had no choice but to cast another small thunder spell on him. After a flash of lightning, the ghost-faced man's body was directly blown to pieces, but his laughter did not disappear. Instead, it continued to linger around Wu Xian like a nightmare... The sound swirled and floated around Wu Xian, and finally stopped in his ears.
"Who told you that you have to paint the ghost face on your face?"
"Who said that I have to be the one to draw the ghost's face?"
The sound came from Wu Xian's shoulder. He immediately turned around and used his last bit of strength to tear open his clothes that had been torn by thorn branches on his shoulders.
An uneven ghost face had grown there at some point, with countless scars on it. These scars formed the outline of the ghost's face, and the empty spaces between the scars were painted with blood and white paint!
After seeing this face, Wu Xian's head buzzed and his breathing almost stagnated.
"It's the thorn forest!"
When Wu Xian was walking through the thorny forest, his shoulder was scratched by a branch and he lost consciousness. At that time, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was a natural trap formed by the plants in the blessed land being affected by evil spirits.
Unexpectedly, the ghost-faced man used these thorny branches to unknowingly complete the "knife cutting" process on Wu Xian's shoulder.
When Wu Xian broke the branch, the blood that spurted out of the branch was the process of "blood painting"!
When they were about to reach the village, the ghost-faced man suddenly appeared, just to force Wu Xian to speed up and add more scratches on his body so that he would ignore the abnormality on his shoulder!
The ghost-faced man stopped at the entrance of the village. It was probably not because he couldn't enter the village, but because the effect of the ghost face painting would take some time to take effect, so he stopped chasing for the time being...
The ghost on his shoulder said to Wu Xian with a mocking laugh: "You can never escape from your hometown, just like you can never get rid of your face. The time has come, and it's time for you to return home..."
"Ah... I've gotten away with it."
Wu Xian felt extremely regretful, perhaps because he had easily defeated the Ghost-Faced Man twice using black dog blood and obscene characters, and he began to look down on the Ghost-Faced Man in his heart.
In order to investigate the information in the dream world, he let the ghost-faced man go and wanted to wait until the end of the world to deal with him.
But in fact, this evil spirit, which is not even a big evil spirit, is unexpectedly tricky.
Wu Xian's fingers and toes began to become numb. A hoarse, unpleasant and disturbing music came into his ears. Blood gushed out of his mouth. The salty and fishy taste was unusually delicious. Strange shadows vaguely appeared around him, reaching out their hands to make friends with him.
In front of him, the ground suddenly cracked open, and the cracks were filled with thick blood.
Driven by an inexplicable force, Wu Xian's body gradually moved towards the crack. The ghost face on his shoulder said to Wu Xian in a bewitching tone:
"Jump down! Beneath the sea of blood is your hometown!"
Wu Xian tried hard to control his body, but his limbs were no longer under his control, and the ghost mask was on his body, so he couldn't use the small thunder curse to strike it.
Therefore, there was only one way for Wu Xian to survive.
"Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the body, the disciple's soul, the five internal organs. Azure Dragon and White Tiger, the troops are in a mess, Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise, the guards' bodies..."
Along with the sound of chanting the spell, a pocket on Wu Xian's body spontaneously combusted without fire.
"Purification spell!"
The bloody sky was suddenly torn open, and a dazzling light fell from the sky and landed on Wu Xian...
(End of this chapter)
