The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 213 The Terrifying Flying Head Curse and the Talisman Left by Detective Li

Master Qinghai stood up: "That's not troublesome, but when you're trying to break the curse, the other party will definitely interfere. If my magic power is stronger than theirs, then I can help you break the curse."

Zhang Lemin, who was following behind Master Qinghai, suddenly asked, "How long does it usually take for the effects of a curse to take hold?"

Master Qinghai replied, "It depends on what kind of curse it is and what incantation the sorcerer is chanting. Some curses will take effect immediately, while others will take two or three years to take effect."

Zhang Lemin lowered his head thoughtfully.

Master Qinghai quickly set up an altar in front of an eight-armed Buddha statue.

After he had Lin Jiabi sit down in front of the altar, he put his hands together, recited some scriptures in front of the altar, and then lit a piece of yellow paper with scriptures written on it, waving it in front of Lin Jiabi's eyes.

Suddenly, the talisman held by Master Qinghai burst into a dazzling burst of fire, and in less than a breath, it turned into ashes and fell from Master Qinghai's hand.

Master Qinghai, trembling all over, turned to look at the Buddha statue, closed his eyes, and chanted some scriptures.

After a while, he opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to look at the somewhat puzzled Lin Jiabi: "Put that talisman aside for now. Even with the help of the altar, I can't see through the talisman's power. No wonder the curse on you couldn't make this talisman react..."

Lin Jiabi hesitated for a moment before handing the talisman to Zhang Lemin, who was holding the child.

Master Qinghai took a deep breath, lit another piece of yellow paper with scriptures written on it, drew several circles on the porcelain bowls and candles on the altar where offerings were placed, and chanted the scriptures continuously.

After the yellow paper burned out, he made a strange hand seal with his right hand, pressed the seal on his body a few times, and then pressed it on Lin Jiabi's forehead.

……

In the cold morgue, a pockmarked man who was collecting corpse oil from a body suddenly stood up and looked solemnly in one direction.

The man in the raincoat, squatting in front of another corpse, looked at the pockmarked man: "What's all the fuss about? Not satisfied with the corpse oil here? Or do you want fresh corpse oil taken from the police officers?"

The pockmarked man said in a deep voice, "Someone is breaking my curse! It must be that person! He's made his move!"

Upon hearing this, the man in the raincoat realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately pushed the several large bowls of corpse oil in front of him to the pockmarked man.

There were seven or eight corpses on the floor of the morgue, each with its chin burned.

On the corpse in front of the man in the raincoat, liquid was still dripping from its severely burned chin.

The entire morgue reeked of a nauseating, pungent odor.

The pockmarked man immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and placed the corpse oil he had collected and the corpse oil handed to him by the man in the raincoat in front of him.

He took a deep breath, then poured the powder and some gray, viscous liquid he had prepared into the bowl containing the corpse oil.

After stirring the mixture thoroughly, he picked up one of the bowls, brought it to his nose and inhaled, then poured the liquid down the bandage around his neck.

Strangely, after he poured the slime on his neck, only a small amount of it flowed down his neck and onto his body; most of it disappeared into the bandage.

As if he were on an addictive drug, an indescribable look of intoxication appeared on the pockmarked man's face.

After eating most of the mixture or pouring it onto the bandage around his neck, the pockmarked man suddenly showed a look of pain on his face.

He reached into his robes and took out a straw figure with long needles stuck in it.

At this moment, wisps of green smoke were rising from the straw figure, and the long needles on its body were being slowly pulled out as if they were being grabbed by something.

The pockmarked man grabbed a bowl of slime and poured it onto the straw man. His hands flew, making strange hand gestures.

The long needles on the straw figure were slowly pressed back onto the straw figure.

In the dim light, the pockmarked man saw a faint altar, and even the sleeve of the man who had tried to break his curse.

A powerful sense of oppression came over them, and in an instant, some of the needles were pulled out of the straw man's body.

The pockmarked man had no time to react.

He reached out and picked up a needle, dipped it into the slime in the bowl, and after getting some of the pungent slime on it, he stabbed the straw man.

But at this moment, the straw man seemed to have turned into some kind of wood. When he tried to insert a needle, he encountered strong resistance and only managed to insert a small part of the needle tip.

The pockmarked man's expression turned even more unpleasant.

The other party is a very powerful figure, and his current methods are indeed no match for the other party, but he cannot possibly surrender.

He stretched out his hands and made several gestures on the straw figure, then chanted an obscure incantation.

Just then, all the needles on the straw man were pulled out, and the straw man itself caught fire.

The fire seemed to burn the pockmarked man, making him feel suffocated, and every pockmark on his face felt pain.

He gritted his teeth, quickly picked up the remaining corpse oil from the ground, and poured it over his head with a ferocious expression.

A large amount of corpse oil flowed down his face, which he ingested, while the rest flowed down his neck.

After silently chanting an incantation, the pockmarked man slowly removed the sticky bandage from his neck, revealing a hideous scarlet wound.

He tilted his head to the sides, and his head and neck flew upwards, bringing out his trachea and internal organs below his neck, which looked terrifying.

He opened his mouth, let out a terrifying roar, and then immediately returned to his body.

He held his head with both hands, straightened it, pulled his clothes up to cover his neck, stood up, and walked out of the morgue.

The man in the raincoat stood in front of him.

The pockmarked man said in a low voice, "I'm going to kill them, isn't that what you wanted? Why are you stopping me?"

The man in the raincoat twitched his face a few times: "Although your Flying Head Curse is close to perfection, it has not yet reached the perfected state of immortality. Even if you go, you may not be able to kill them. You might as well stay here and consume the corpse oil until you reach your limit before you go and kill people."

The pockmarked man hesitated.

The man in the raincoat said with a half-smile, "It won't take long. Although that person has broken the curse on that woman, you still have her hair on you. You can cast a curse on her at any time. Don't worry about her escaping."

The pockmarked man turned and walked toward a corpse.

Admittedly, the man in the raincoat made a lot of sense. Once his flying head technique made further progress, he could use the flying head to kill people directly, without having to take the huge risk of killing people with his real body.

The opponent has a gun, and it would be very dangerous if his true identity were revealed.

Although his flying head curse was no longer as powerful as before, the person still managed to break his "formation curse," causing him to suffer some backlash.

To be on the safe side, it's natural to prepare more time and wait until you're back to peak condition before going to kill.

……

Master Qinghai recited the scriptures faster and faster.

At one point, he lit another page of scripture and drew several circles on it on the altar.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable in her stomach, Lin Jiabi suddenly opened her mouth and vomited out several ferocious centipedes. The centipedes died as soon as they hit the ground.

Seeing this, Lin Jiabi, Zhang Lemin, and the other two were startled.

Although he had largely believed that his wife was under a curse, Zhang Lemin still harbored some doubts about the curse itself. After all, the strange curse only existed in rumors, and he had never actually seen one.

Only then did Zhang Lemin fully believe in the existence of black magic, and that someone had cast a curse on his wife and children.

An image of a woman involuntarily appeared in his mind...

Lin Jiabi's gagging drew Zhang Lemin's attention.

He quickly squatted down next to Lin Jiabi and patted her back.

"Master, has the curse on my wife been lifted?"

"The acupuncture spell on her body has been lifted, but this matter is not over yet." Master Qinghai stood up. "The other party is a very powerful sorcerer. You must not be careless and must take precautions."

"When you get back, find a copper basin, place it under the window, fill it with water, and then put a pair of golden dragon scissors inside..."

Zhang Lemin observed Lin Jiabi's eyes while listening to Master Qinghai's words.

Seeing that the bloodshot in Lin Jiabi's eyes had disappeared, and the eerie blackness had also vanished, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he heard Master Qinghai stop speaking halfway through his sentence, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked up at Master Qinghai.

Seeing that Master Qinghai was looking out the door, he and He Chen also turned to look outside.

A strong wind arose.

Immediately, the glass windows of the room and the glass cups on the altar shattered simultaneously.

With a loud crash, the front door of the house was smashed open by a strange human head.

The head was accompanied by a trachea and internal organs, appearing both real and unreal, grotesque and terrifying.

Ignoring Zhang Lemin and his companions who had fled in a sorry state, the head appeared in front of Master Qinghai in an instant, letting out a roar at Master Qinghai, who was making hand seals.

Master Qinghai was thrown backward as if he had been hit hard, crashing into the wall behind him before rolling to the ground.

The head disappeared abruptly, just as it had appeared.

When He Chen and the other two looked up, they saw Master Qinghai struggling to get up from the ground.

Zhang Lemin handed the child to Lin Jiabi, and together with He Chen, they drew their guns from their waists and cautiously approached Master Qinghai.

"Master, are you... are you alright?" He Chen reached out and helped Master Qinghai up.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Master Qinghai, his face flushed, took a long time to recover some strength before weakly saying, "It's the flying head curse... the most powerful curse... the flying head curse..."

"Flying head descent?" Zhang Lemin and He Chen exchanged a glance.

Master Qinghai pressed his stomach and managed to say, "Flying Head Curse... A sorcerer uses incantations and their own body to cast a spell, allowing their head to detach from their body and fly away, turning them into a vampire... cough cough, the sorcerer's power will be multiplied as a result..."

He Chen said, "Is the Flying Head Curse a very powerful form of black magic?"

“This is the most powerful and evil form of black magic.” Master Qinghai spat out another mouthful of blood. “What appeared just now wasn’t the real flying head, but an illusion that manifested during my battle with it. The real flying head curse would be even more… even more terrifying. I don’t know how to break the flying head curse…”

Zhang Lemin and He Chen were startled again.

Master Qinghai had already gained the upper hand and broken the curse on Lin Jiabi, but now he said that he was no match for that sorcerer and could not break the flying head curse. How could the two of them not be worried?
They still vividly remembered the scene of that eerie head appearing.

Would using firearms be effective against that thing?
“Master, what should we do now?” Zhang Lemin asked.

Master Qinghai formed a mudra with both hands and pressed it against his forehead, which eased the flush on his face somewhat.

“What a powerful flying head curse! This time… this time I’ve truly witnessed it firsthand.” Master Qinghai said in a deep voice, “He will come knocking on our door soon, and then even my life will be in danger.”

"Let's get out of here first, and I'll figure out how to deal with him later."

Master Qinghai's words made He Chen and his companion even more uneasy.

With no other options at the moment, the two of them helped Master Qinghai and led Lin Jiabi outside.

After getting in the car, the two didn't ask where Master Hai was going and drove off directly.

The car speeding along the highway finally gave the two a sense of security.

Once on the bus, Master Qinghai closed his eyes and sat in his seat without saying a word.

Although the unhealthy flush on his face had disappeared, it had now turned into a deathly pale color, making him look extremely weak.

Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that the blow had been quite severe and that his internal organs had likely been injured.

Zhang Lemin, who was driving, asked, "Master, should I take you to the hospital to get checked out?"

“It’s too late,” Master Qinghai said weakly. “If I find a place with a lot of people around, I can use some tricks to temporarily cover our presence and prevent him from finding us.”

"You do as I say again..."

Suddenly, a cold wind rose out of nowhere inside the car, making everyone inside shiver.

Master Qinghai's face turned even paler.

He looked at Lin Jiabi and said with a deep gaze, "Where's that talisman? Stick it on the car."

Lin Jiabi quickly took out the talisman.

Just then, a loud "bang" was heard, and the car shook violently as if it had been hit by something.

The people in the car tensed up and instinctively looked out the window, where they caught a glimpse of a strange shadow flashing by.

Lin Jiabi quickly stuck the talisman in her hand onto the car window.

Another loud crash, it seemed like something outside had hit the car again, followed by a scream.

At the same time, the car was jolted off course, veered off the road, went down a slope, crashed into a tree below, and then stalled and came to a stop on its own.

The child was frightened and burst into tears.

Zhang Lemin tried several times but failed to start the car. He became very anxious and punched the steering wheel.

"let me!"

Equally anxious, He Chen pulled Zhang Lemin towards the passenger seat, then, ignoring his throbbing head, ran to the driver's seat and tried to start the car...

(End of this chapter)