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Chapter 244 [I was fine when I came here, but now I can’t leave! ]

No, you shouldn't see me.

The old general in the spirit state almost had a cerebral hemorrhage. The Sheep Heritage is to kill the target with an invisible and intangible spirit.

As a result, when his soul left his body, the younger generations in the sect all stared at him. Isn't this nonsense? How can he be a killer if he can be seen by others?

"Ah, right, right." The incense master saw the meaning in the old general's eyes and immediately changed his expression to "I didn't see anything". The others naturally followed suit.

Old general: “???”

You are here playing with the children!
Do I need you to coax me?
I am going to kill people, not to perform monkey shows.

After taking a breath, the old general realized something was wrong. Although he was a little older, his skills were more sophisticated than when he was young, so he was not so old that his eyesight was dim and he would not make mistakes when using the secret technique.

Therefore, someone must have plotted against him. Apart from this, there is absolutely no other possibility. Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not.

Looking at the large group of people, pretending to be confused, but actually glancing at himself from the corner of their eyes, the old general sighed, turned around, walked towards the body on the bed, sat down, and became one with it.

"Ok?"

As soon as he sat down and regained control of his body, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

tired!
That's right, I was filled with fatigue.

"Did you strictly follow my instructions for the ceremony outside?" The old general questioned them with a grim look. The secret technique inherited by Wei Yang is extremely energy-consuming.

Just as someone said, any strange ability cannot be without consumption. On the contrary, because of the incredible effects of some secret techniques, the consumption is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Of course, there are many smart people in the world, especially those who can comprehend the secret arts. They are the smartest among the smart people and have an incredibly high level of comprehension.

As it is passed down from generation to generation, naturally someone will fill in the gaps. If one generation fails, two or three generations will accumulate and inherit the wisdom of their predecessors, and they will always be able to solve the problem.

The ritual in the courtyard is what enables the old general to perform his secret skills without wasting too much energy. In fact, the ritual can be seen as a power bank that can provide him with a lot of "electricity".

Now that there is a problem with the power bank and he is weak, it would be strange if his complexion looked good.

"Old General, Master of Incense, I swear to God that the three of us have never been lazy, and we have not made any mistakes during the process." The leader of the three people in charge of the ceremony raised his hand.

"Impossible. If the ritual was effective, I shouldn't be so weak right now. You keep saying that nothing was wrong, so someone must have tampered with it."

Compared to the latter, the old general prefers the former.

The former is not so bad, at most it's just a matter of getting angry and cursing.

If it was the latter, it was obvious that someone had been eyeing them. In addition, he was in a weak period, and if a slightly tougher person came, he might not be able to leave the house today.

Moreover, the latter possibility is relatively high, about 99 percent. The spirits were exposed in public just now, and there were problems with the ritual, so it is almost certain that they were really exposed.

"Send a message to the headquarters." Before the old general finished speaking, he suddenly found a stream of energy like yellow sand flowing into the house from outside through the crack of the door. Then, wherever it passed, it seemed as if time had frozen and everything was paused. Even he himself could not escape.

"Squeak!"

The door opened and He Sheng pushed it open and walked in.

"Everyone, I'm not late, am I? Of course, as the protagonist, it's understandable that I'm a little late, right?"

The old general looked at the sturdy man who suddenly came in from outside, and instantly recognized that this man was the target of the assassination. Of course, the face was different from the one in the atlas, but the smell was really unforgettable.

The other person's scent was thick with the smell of blood, a bloody smell that you would never forget once you smelled it.

It was hard to imagine how many people one had to kill to create that horrible smell. When I first smelled it, it was like a person facing a sea of ​​blood.

"You can teach the incense master by smelling the incense?" The man surnamed He walked to the bed and grabbed the motionless incense master. "Looking for someone to kill me, you are really amazing."

The four-armed and four-eyed Dharma image was obvious, and it opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

After a while, when the Dharma Image spat out the Incense Master, the man was no different from a vegetable. After all, without a soul, the body can still live, but it is not certain how long it can live.

If it weren't for the time pause, several people in the room would have swallowed their saliva.

"Ok?"

["Nine-headed Insect·Demon Way" Lv2: 200/20000000]

Take less?

Two hundred points!!

Wow, one incense master is worth 200 EXP points.

Then, he glanced around, and without saying anything, he swallowed the small kalami one by one. When he spat them out one by one, they all followed the incense master's footsteps.

["Nine-headed Insect·Demon Way" Lv2: 300/20000000]

Another hundred EXP points increased!

Yes, although it takes several people together to be equal to one incense master, no matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still a piece of meat. Next, he raised his head with ill intent and looked at the old general who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Old people become more clever, and old horses become more cunning.

No matter what, the old general can squeeze out more than 200 experience points.

At that moment, the old man on the bed felt that his dignity was no longer secure for some reason.

"Don't be afraid, old man. I am indeed not a good person." He showed his eight teeth and said to the old man with a very standard smile.

"."

As the saying goes, I'm not afraid of good people crying, I'm afraid of bad people laughing.

"Whoosh-"

A blue spirit suddenly emerged from the old general's head and passed through the roof in an instant. Obviously, the other party was planning to abandon his physical body and escape at any cost.

"Yo ho!"

He smiled at this.

Why was the talisman array set up around House No. 19 in Jiming Lane at that time?
Isn't it to prevent the old general from escaping?

However, he did not expect that the inheritance of the Sheep was indeed a bit tricky, and that the soul leaving the body could actually avoid the pause of time. If he had not arranged it in advance, wouldn't he have let someone escape?

"boom!!"

Outside the house, there was a crash.

He walked out of the room slowly and saw the old general's spirit holding his head ten meters above the yard.

"Old General, my talisman array is well arranged, isn't it? Any soul or spirit in the entire house No. 19 will be revealed. It almost drained all my knowledge. In addition, I specially drew a spell to prohibit any spirit from entering and leaving freely, with the exception of the physical body. If there is a physical body, prohibiting the spirit from entering and leaving is a joke. If there is no physical body, then that thing is an iron wall."

If the physical body is not able to do it, how can the returning incense master and the old general enter house number 19?

"Come to think of it, the one who made you visible was actually the witch's way of making the ancestors appear. Weiyang's secret technique is really good. He can actually turn himself into an ancestor spirit and ignore the influence of nature."

Spirits are different from ghosts, or in other words, souls are very fragile and not something that ordinary people can handle. Some fragile spirits can be blown to pieces by a slight gust of wind. Some even dare not approach a candle flame, because a candle flame is like a scorching sun to them.

The ancestor spirits are different, they embody the will and faith of many people. Protected by the faith of many people, the mighty power of nature will not cause any harm to the ancestor spirits.

Unless those who gathered the faith died out, the ancestors could sit back and relax, enjoying the worship of their descendants.

die?

Theoretically, the ancestor spirits do not die. Even if they are destroyed one day, as long as someone remembers them and sets up a memorial tablet to burn incense, the ancestor spirits can still come back with a lot of incense and faith.

It is estimated that the Wen Xiang Sect uses the inheritance of Wei Yang, or the title of General Yang, the number one killer in the Wen Xiang Sect, as its belief to help people successfully become ancestor spirits.

No wonder he had to abdicate and let the new Sheep General take over sooner rather than later, so he could quickly harvest a wave of faith. After the old general dies, how long will it take before he can use the knife of "First Killer"?

"That's right. Even if I die in your hands, I can still be resurrected in a few days. At most, I will lose a body, which is no big deal.

But, when I come back to life, I will definitely keep an eye on you, so you better let me go. Otherwise, you will have to keep one eye open when you go to the toilet or sleep."

"hey-hey."

He Sheng sneered. If it were someone else, they might have let him go. After all, it's not a good thing to be targeted by an ancient spirit. Let's not talk about whether he can kill you or not, the key is to disgust you to death.

Unfortunately, he had prepared too many methods today.

“When the ancient spirits were first created, they did help the tribe a lot. They protected against natural disasters, stopped wild beasts, and prevented the tribe from being annexed by other powerful tribes.

However, when some ancient spirits start to act tyrannically and ride on the heads of their fellow tribesmen and do whatever they want, how do you think the shamans treat them?"

After a pause, he continued.

"The more ruthless ones would directly ask them to leave the ancestral hall, smash the tablets, remove them from the family tree, and eliminate them from the root. Anyone who dares to secretly worship them will be expelled from the tribe.

Unfortunately, that was the way the big tribes did it. After all, they were big and powerful, and they didn't lack the protection of the ancestors. It was just one less person, and it could also serve as a way to scare the monkeys, so why not do it?
What about the small tribes? They dared not throw away the tablets, let alone tear up the family tree, but they were unwilling to be oppressed by an ancient spirit. Therefore, some witches and priests of small tribes developed ways to control the ancient spirits.

That is, to refine them. Or, to refine them into a puppet. A puppet that can be driven by people but has no consciousness, protecting the tribe day and night.

I have to say that the ancient people were really ruthless. When faced with our ancestors, they just refined them. Not only did they refine them, they also forced them to work like slaves for the rest of their lives.

"I am not very talented, but I just happened to master some refining techniques of ancient witches and wizards."

"???"

No, where did you learn that?

The old general was a little confused, but the other person's story was so detailed that even though he was unwilling to believe it, he believed it to some extent.

"Of course, just a little bit. For example, you listened to me for a long time, but you actually fell into my trap. Of course, even if I didn't remind you, you must have felt it."

He Sheng grinned and pointed in the air at the spirit body which was even thinner in color than before.

"You tricked me!!"

"Yes."

As for the furious old general, now that he is sure of victory, he naturally sits on the Diaoyutai.

Previously, the iron wall was just a trick to fool the other party. He just didn't want the spirit to have the idea of ​​fighting to the death. Otherwise, judging from the collision sound heard in the house just now, the temporary talisman array he drew really couldn't hold the other party back.

Just relying on the talisman drawn by adding some spiritual blood on the ground is really not enough.

How many years had the old general been in the Wenxiang Sect, how many things had he done, and how long had his deeds been passed down? The strength of the ancestor spirit was really incomparable to that of the ancestor spirits of ordinary tribes.

Not to mention anything else, just the task of running thousands of miles to assassinate is something that many ancient spirits cannot do.

Ever since he learned from "The Communication between Heaven and Man" that the old general's real method was to target the soul, he specially added a little bit of ingredients to the talisman formation.

Of course, it is not negative, but positive. The original intention of this move was actually for his own Dharma image, but he did not expect it to be an accident. It can only be said that the old general was unlucky.

The material is actually a kind of talisman array that can make the spirit body more condensed, but when it is used, it will make the spirit body fall into a weak period. Because the function of the talisman array is to remove impurities, or distracting thoughts, from the spirit body.

Unfortunately, faith is also a distraction.

Then, it is purified through the talisman array and transformed into the purest "thought" for absorption by the Dharma.

This is also the reason why he dared to confront the old general's ancestor's spirit, because in just a short while, the spirit's strength plummeted by several percent. Now even if he wanted to rush out with a desperate situation, he couldn't do it.

Of course, who can blame the old general for having too many mottled beliefs on his spirit? If the followers of the Wenxiang Sect were more resolute, they wouldn't have fallen so badly.

It seems that many people who follow the Smell the Fragrance Sect are just trying to get by and put on a show.

"Eat it."

A ten-meter-tall Dharma image appeared, and the old general sneered at this.

"Just a ghost and god road"

Before it could finish its words, it suddenly realized that the talisman array covering the entire House No. 19 was gradually shrinking.

"???"

"The newly born ghost and god sect is indeed no match for you. However, I spent a lot of time setting up a trap to fight you for three hundred rounds. You are underestimating my means."

As soon as he finished speaking, the talisman array shrank to the size of a person, tightly binding the old general. Various strange characters flowed, making it impossible for the spirit to break free.

"I took you into consideration when I drew the talisman array. It's impossible to digest it in an instant." He Sheng stepped forward and pointed at the old general. "Eat it, and it will continuously provide you with pure thoughts."

In short, he packed up the old general and made it into a "power bank" that provides sustainable ideas. Of course, when the battery runs out, it means the old general's death.

However, for a short time, the old general really can't die, who calls him a spirit? As long as faith exists, it is a perpetual motion machine that continuously supplies power.

The old general never dreamed that he was fine when he came here, but now he can't leave. What's worse is that he was turned into a power bank by someone.

Unable to escape, unable to die, it's a torture.

"Ah."

He looked at the old general's face that looked like he had lost all hope in life and sneered.

Frustrated?

You have also tasted the frustration!
(End of this chapter)