"Ding ding ding … Ding ding ding … Ding ding ding … Ding ding ding … Ding ding ding …"
A string of bells with a special rhythm rang out. In the old house where Su Bai and Fatso had first appeared, the old man's hair was disheveled as he muttered something. The bell in his hand made a crisp sound, bringing with it a creepy feeling.
In the middle of the living room of the house, there was a dark red offering table. There were two candles and a few plates of offerings on the offering table.
The offerings seemed a little sparse because the seal of the village had not been lifted. However, there were already signs of it being lifted. The old man could feel that very clearly. The feeling of oppression that had been lingering in his heart was diminishing day by day.
However, although the village had not reached the point where there was a lack of clothes and food, there was still plenty of food. However, the rest of the snacks and fruit plates were naturally very few. Hence, the offerings seemed a little shabby.
He spent three days to repair his weak body and recover some of his essence. Then, he could not wait to start preparing for the ritual.
Because of the three days and the isolation of the village, the old man could be sure that the soul of Fatso was still wandering here and could not get out. At the same time, it was not time for him to be forcefully taken away by the ghost servants. However, in a few days, when the village was unlocked, it was hard to say if he would still be able to find the soul of Fatso.
Because of that, he did not care that he had not recovered and forcefully started the Soul Summoning Sacrifice.
He could not let Fatso, who had countless secrets in his head, disappear just like that. He wanted to refine that Fatso into a puppet of his, just like how he had refined the ghost that had been strangled to death previously.
He needed the secrets in Fatso's head. With it, he could improve his cultivation!
That was an irresistible temptation. Moreover, the old man had a feeling that what the Fatso had shown was just the tip of the iceberg when he helped Fatso draw talismans two days ago. However, even if it was just the tip of the iceberg, it was like he had stepped into a new realm for the old man.
"Ding ding ding … Ding ding ding … Ding ding ding …"
Three evil talismans were pasted on a scarecrow. As the old man chanted over and over again, the evil talismans gradually began to brew a layer of light. In the unseen world, an unfathomable connection was being built. To the wandering souls of the dead, this was like a guiding light in the middle of the night.
The old man kept jumping,
Singing on and on,
Diagonally below the altar, there was a straw mat. On it was Fatso's body. That night, the old man only brought Fatso's body back. As for the rest of the bodies, it seemed that the police had gathered them the next day and placed them together with the other bodies.
That was because the sky, which was dark and gloomy no matter day or night, seemed to be slowly clearing up. Along with the clearing up of the sky, the nervousness in the hearts of the local villagers. Regardless of the damned reason for this strange closure, it was getting better. The day when everyone regained their freedom was also approaching.
There had been many "cases" in the village recently, such as theft, rape, fighting, and so on. The most serious one was the nearly ten bodies left in that house, and they were all young people.
Fortunately, there was a group of police officers in the village. Under the suppression of Officer Xu, the situation did not completely collapse. Moreover, there were signs that the sky had cleared up and everything was returning to normal. The restless hearts of the villagers gradually calmed down. Officer Xu also specially asked his subordinates to collect the bodies of the dead and place them properly. This was so that when the village was connected to the outside world in the future, it would be more convenient for him to submit this file.
For Officer Xu, this strange incident was very likely to be a turning point in his career, so he was very concerned about the details and perfection of his answer.
Back at the old house, the old man propped up his body and danced and sang for about an hour. If not for the pursuit of his "dream", he might have long been paralyzed from exhaustion.
As for the scarecrow with the three evil talismans stuck on it, it gradually began to float. The connection had been established. In this way, he could call back the soul of Fatso and send it back into the body that he had "repaired" and "restricted". Then, he would have a living corpse. The most precious thing about this living corpse was not its combat power, but the things in its brain. It was simply enough to make the old man salivate.
"You didn't expect this, did you? Back then, you asked me to draw quite a few talismans, but I discovered that this talisman not only has the effect of concealing one's aura, but it also has the effect of gathering souls. Using the talisman paper you taught me to suppress your own soul, I can be considered to have treated you well."
The old man let out a low growl.
The flames of the two candles on the sacrificial table turned green in an instant. They were like ghostly flames, carrying with them an eerie chill. At this moment, in the living room, one could vaguely hear the cries of ghosts.
Any place where living people gathered would definitely have many lonely souls and wild ghosts around. This was a very normal thing. Just like back then, when Fatso wanted to show off his skills, he was inexplicably possessed by a wild ghost and sang an opera.
However, the old man took out a dagger and cut his arm. With a wipe of his palm, blood stained his palm. He walked to the side of Fatso's corpse, bent down, and drew another talisman on Fatso's face. Then, with a wave of his palm, the scarecrow that was already floating in midair landed on the chest of Fatso's corpse.
"Plop …"
With a crisp sound, Fatso's corpse seemed to tremble.
However, after trembling for a moment, there was no sound again.
The old man was surprised and muttered, "That's not right. Could it be that the sacrifice was not enough?"
When Fatso said that he was a deviant ghost, the old man did not believe him. He felt that Fatso should be a senior who had died in the body of an evil cultivator. However, this person's soul might be a little strange, so the price needed to summon him back was higher.
"Pfft …"
The old man cut a new wound on his arm and dripped his blood onto the scarecrow's body.
"Soul return, soul return!!!!!"
The old man kept squeezing his arm. This blood sacrifice could only be used by the caster, the summoner's own blood. Moreover, the old man was also a person with cultivation, so his blood was naturally different from that of an ordinary person. However, as the blood continued to flow out, the old man, who had just recovered some vitality after resting for a few days, felt dizzy again. His face began to turn pale again, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
His blood kept falling onto the scarecrow's body, and the scarecrow directly absorbed it. However, Fatso's corpse still did not move, as if it had not eaten its fill.
… …
Suddenly, a chilly wind blew in the depths of the forest, blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground. In the place that was originally covered by the fallen leaves, a formation drawn with blood appeared. On each of the seven corners of the formation, there was a small wooden stake fixed there. At the same time, there was a scarecrow on each wooden stake, and this scarecrow was exactly the same as the one used by the old man in the village!
Seven wooden stakes, seven scarecrows, began to sway in the chilly wind. Moreover, the seven scarecrows gradually began to ooze with blood, and the air began to fill with a faint blood mist.
The formation seemed to be activated because of this, and the chilly wind in the surroundings became even more intense.
The layer of soil in the center of the formation began to peel off slowly, and two puppets that were placed on a plate were revealed. The puppets were one big and one small. To be exact, one was a normal puppet, and the other was obviously not balanced in length and width. Moreover, the two puppets were tied together by a red string.
Inside the seven scarecrows, there was a piece of talisman paper. When the blood seeped into them, the evil talisman was directly activated. First, the fat puppet floated up.
Indistinctly, the old man's voice began to come from the surroundings. However, that old man definitely did not know that in Xiao Lin's village not far from the village, there was actually another formation. Moreover, the blood that he sacrificed was actually transmitted here, and thus, this formation was activated.
A black fog began to wander around, and finally, like a lost lamb, it flew into the formation. The blood mist in the formation began to condense into the black fog, and finally, the black fog completely disappeared into the floating fat puppet.
Slowly, a semi-illusory transparent soul body appeared, and unexpectedly, it revealed the appearance of Fatso.
"Hehe, it's done. Damn, I knew that old man would definitely summon Lord Fatty's soul back to dig out Lord Fatty's great wisdom. However, that old man did not use his brain. Lord Fatty had asked him to draw so many talismans, but in the end, he only used two."
It turned out that the rest of the talismans had already been placed here by Fatso.
"Da Bai, Da Bai, wake up, wake up, your mother is calling you home. She's having a heart attack." Fatso's shadow began to melt, and finally, he became the fat puppet. At this time, when the fat puppet landed on the ground, it immediately picked up the other lifeless puppet and patted it.
"Da Bai, Da Bai, hurry up and come back."
The two puppets were actually tied with a red string. The reason why the old man felt that summoning Fatso was so tiring and the price was so high was because Fatso knew that the old man would only summon his own soul. After all, Su Bai was useless to him. However, Fatso was already prepared. This red string was called the Soul Lock String, and it was usually used when forming a ghost marriage. Fatso was forcefully binding himself to Da Bai. The old man either did not summon one, or if he did, he had to summon two. It was a binding consumption that was forced to deceive the consumer.
However, after the fat puppet shouted for a long time, the seven scarecrows around it began to gradually lose their color, but the puppet on this side still did not move.
"Damn, Da Bai, why aren't you back yet? That old man's blood is probably drained by now …"
Suddenly,
The fat puppet suddenly felt that the sky seemed to have darkened. He raised his head and saw a layer of dark clouds falling, blocking the surrounding sunlight.
"F * ck, this is …"
The fat puppet was so scared that he shivered. After all, he was now a soul attached to the body, so the feeling was very clear and deep.
"F * ck your grandpa, we agreed to attach to the puppet and return to the sun together, but you actually turned into a ghost yourself!"
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