Qin Mu immediately sat up and looked out of the window. Chancellor Ba Shan's snores were deafening and even with the chilly wind blowing into the room, he still hadn't woken up.
Strange chanting sounds came from outside the window and the pitch wasn't clear. Qin Mu made a prompt decision and immediately used Heavenly Devil Creation Technique to seal his souls and spirits. He then executed his vital qi and Junior Protector Sword that was hanging at the head of the bed came out of its sheath with a clang, lighting up the room with a silver sword light.
Outside the window, white shadows floated to and fro. Junior Protector Sword hummed and vibrated, shooting out sword lights like lightning. Instantly, a few heads outside the window fell to the ground.
Using shaman spells to harm people sounded very strange but it was nothing more than targeting the soul or the corporeal body.
Even though Qin Mu wasn't old, he still understood the logic behind it. Targeting the corporeal body meant using a secret technique to enter the room and kill the other party.
Targeting the soul, there were even more unimaginable methods. For example, shaman poison, poisoning the enemy's soul. This kind of poison was colorless, odorless, formless, and traceless, making it hard for people to guard against.
For example, making a straw doll to worship the soul, writing the other party's name and date of birth and eight characters, worshipping for ten consecutive days. Every day, one spirit would be worshipped away, seven spirits would be worshipped away, and three souls would be worshipped again.
There was also Victory Loathing Technique, harming the soul to injure the body. Using needles or sharp blades to injure the other party's souls and spirits, using the connection between the soul and the corporeal body, injuring the soul would injure the corporeal body. For example, when the needles pierced the hands and feet of the soul, the corporeal body would also show signs of being pierced. When the needles pierced the heart of the brows, the mind would be messed up and so on.
Being able to kill people just by knowing their names was indeed somewhat unimaginable. However, it should be nothing more than these two methods.
Qin Mu had sealed his own soul and hung Junior Protector Sword at the head of the bed to guard against these two methods.
Suddenly, weird laughter rang out and Qin Mu hurriedly looked over. He saw numerous strange little people climbing in from the window and jumping onto the ground. They held knives, axes, and steel forks in their hands and rode on little horses to form a formation. They were like an army of hundreds of people.
The army of tiny humans swarmed over and stood on Chancellor Ba Shan's chest. Chancellor Ba Shan still hadn't woken up and was snoring thunderously.
The little one in the lead held a long spear in his hand and rode a fine horse. He stood on Chancellor Ba Shan's nose and raised his spear to point at Qin Mu who had already sat up on the bed. His eyes flashed with an excited glow as he let out an incomprehensible shout. The other little ones immediately rushed towards Qin Mu like a tidal wave!
These little people were abnormally excited and gave off all kinds of cries that couldn't be understood. They waved their knives, swords, and pitchforks and rushed over aggressively. Even though there were hundreds of them, Qin Mu felt that he could flatten all of them with just two or three kicks.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was this why the Butcher was so cautious and didn't dare to use her real name?
Qin Mu unsheathed his sword, and sword light burst forth. Just as he was about to wipe out these little people, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.
This voice came from the chilly wind and was dragged out as though it was very far away from him. Qin Mu didn't say a word, but that voice was closing in on him rapidly.
When other people called your name, even though you didn't reply, your heart would involuntarily sense it. This voice should be following this principle to sense his location!
The sword light in Qin Mu's hand was about to kill the army of tiny humans that were rushing over when he suddenly felt a chill invading the heart of his brows. Just as he was about to stretch out his hand to pull out his sword, his soul froze.
His soul froze, and so did his body. The sword light also extinguished on its own.
Those little people were overjoyed and climbed onto his body, tunneling into his body through his mouth, ears, and nostrils.
The next moment, Qin Mu 'saw' these small people carrying 'him' and sprinting away. What they were carrying wasn't his corporeal body, but rather, they were burrowing into his body and carrying his soul!
These little people actually ran into his body and bound his soul tightly, holding it above his head. They mumbled something, but no one knew what they were saying. Then, they took to their heels and ran away.
Qin Mu felt that he couldn't move, and the scenery in front of his eyes changed rapidly. Suddenly, everything turned black, and all the light around him disappeared, leaving only darkness.
In the darkness, he saw light shining below him. It was a sacrificial altar, and he was lying on it.
The tiny figures put him down and looked up at the sky. The one in the lead mumbled something to the darkness. Suddenly, the altar rose up. Looking around, they saw huge faces. They looked like puppets, blocking the way. These puppet-like faces were huge, and they had expressions that looked like they were smiling, yet not smiling, yet not crying at the same time.
Next, the sacrificial altar trembled again and rose up again. A huge palm lifted up the four-faced puppets and the sacrificial altar. Qin Mu immediately saw a blazing flame in the darkness. It was a huge single eye that appeared behind the four-faced puppets. Just the eye alone was bigger than the faces of these puppets.
Next, huge single eyes lit up the darkness and floated in the sky. It was extremely strange.
"Victory Loathing Spell?"
When Qin Mu saw this sight, his heart trembled slightly. What Pangong Tso was using should be Victory Loathing Spell, using these little people to invade his body and trap his soul that was sealed in his body on such a sacrificial altar!
This kind of method was very strange. When they heard a voice, even if they didn't agree, they would still come and form a sacrificial altar in his body. Even if he sealed his soul in his body, he wouldn't be able to defend against it!
However, his soul should still be in his body. As long as it was in his body, Qin Mu had hope of turning the tables.
"No matter what shaman spell you use, you need to rely on your magic power. In my body, if your magic power can't defeat mine, don't even think about killing me!"
Qin Mu flipped over and shouted, "Sword, come!"
Suddenly, a sword pellet flew over from the darkness and stopped in front of him with a whoosh. This sword pellet was the one Mute had given him when he returned to the village to celebrate the new year. Qin Mu had once used this sword pellet to guide the remnants of the god's divine art in the National Division. As a result, quite a lot of the sword pellet was obliterated by the remnants of the god's divine art and became much smaller.
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