The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 217 Different Schools of Sorcery
The child, feeling uncomfortable from being soaked, started crying again.

Startled awake, Lin Jiabi quickly patted the child.

"Who is that person?" He Chen shuddered and asked Zhang Lemin.

Zhang Lemin shook his head blankly: "I don't know either. He... he appeared at my house as soon as he arrived and saved the child and Jia Bi. He must have contacted Jia Bi because of this, but neither Jia Bi nor I know him."

He Chen looked at his trembling arms: "This person is terrifying. My legs started shaking when he passed by me."

He paused for a moment, then added, "He doesn't look like a respectable person."

Master Qinghai said weakly, "Don't think too much about it. If he wanted to kill you, none of you would...none of you would survive."

Zhang Lemin wiped the rain off his face and looked at the child with concern: "I'll go find a car and take the child to the hospital first."

He Chen, who was supporting Master Qinghai, said, "And Master, your injuries were already quite serious, and you've been soaked in the rain for so long. You must be taken to the hospital as soon as possible."

Zhang Lemin holstered his gun and ran forward quickly.

He Chen, Master Qinghai, and Lin Jiabi followed slowly behind Zhang Lemin.

Feeling Master Qinghai's trembling body, He Chen couldn't help but ask, "Master, is this person... is this person also a sorcerer?"

Master Qinghai replied, "It may or may not be. I've never seen him use any sorcery techniques, so I can't judge that. But regardless of whether it is or not... cough cough, you're absolutely right. He's a very terrifying person."

As a police officer, He Chen thought more deeply: "Could it be that he chased after this person from Southeast Asia, and had some grudge against him there?"

"From their conversation, they should not know each other."

He Chen stopped talking.

The master sighed: "This person... doesn't even take such an evil flying head curse seriously, suppressing it with ease. Judging from his relaxed demeanor, he definitely didn't try his best. You... you'd better pray for yourselves."

"If he wants to kill someone, I can't help you."

Turning to He Chen, he continued, "I know you are all very wary of black magic and black magic practitioners, but I feel that this person has no ill intentions towards you. No matter what you want to do, it is best not to provoke him, otherwise... the consequences will definitely not be what you want."

He Chen smiled wryly and said, "They saved us, so of course we won't do anything outrageous. It's just that this person is too dangerous, so we have to think more carefully."

Master Qinghai nodded: "Then I'll give you a suggestion."

He Chen looked at Master Qinghai.

Master Qinghai said earnestly, "No matter what he wants to do, as long as it doesn't violate your principles, then satisfy him. Otherwise, you will definitely pay a greater price."

Recalling the white mist and the ghostly figure he vaguely saw when Detective Li appeared, He Chen said in a deep voice, "I've lived for several decades and been a police officer for quite some time. I've seen many strange and bizarre things and many capable people, but I've never seen anyone like him before."

……

Li Zhen's pace was slow, but the red-eyed bat was fast. As long as he kept following the red-eyed bat forward, it was impossible for him to lose it.

He hadn't walked far in the woods when a thin wisp of mist silently enveloped him.

Blurry figures appeared in the mist.

At Li Zhen's feet appeared a series of bloody, mangled arms.

The old man's voice rang in Li Zhen's ears: "Where does the mage want to go? Just point out the direction. Even if we enter the bustling city, we can go anywhere except for a few special places."

Li Zhen thanked him, took a step forward, and his surroundings instantly became blurry.

After a few steps, he looked back and found that he had passed through many small trees and arrived outside the grove.

It's even faster now than when we came...

Li Zhen sensed the direction and continued walking forward.

In just a few minutes, he crossed the busy streets, passed through the sparse crowds, and arrived at a few dilapidated residential buildings.

Even if someone looked in his direction as he passed by, no one could see him.

The thin fog dissipated in front of the residential buildings.

The old man appeared under a tree not far away and waved to Li Zhen, saying, "If the mage needs anything, just summon us. We can come anytime."

Li Zhen nodded, turned around and walked towards the residential buildings.

The vampire followed closely behind Li Zhen.

……

The head, dragging its entrails, smashed through the window and headed straight for a body sitting cross-legged on the ground.

After landing awkwardly on his neck, the pockmarked man opened his bloodshot eyes, fell backward, and let out a shrill scream.

"Help me! Help...me..."

He reached out, trembling, to grab his head, but instead grabbed the wounds caused by the loss of half his face and ear.

But this kind of pain cannot be compared to the pain he is currently facing.

He dug his fingers deep into his wound, as if that would alleviate his pain.

Crimson blood flowed continuously from his wound, and the stench of blood quickly filled the room.

There used to be an altar in front of him, but he overturned it and put it on the ground.

The man in the raincoat stepped out from the shadows behind the altar, coldly glanced at the pockmarked man rolling and groaning on the ground, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

"Didn't you go and kill someone? How did you become so miserable in such a short time?"

The pockmarked man scrambled to the man in the raincoat and grabbed his legs with difficulty: "Help...me!"

The man in the raincoat's right cheek twitched incessantly.

He squatted down and picked up a small jar that had rolled to the ground. He caught all the various insects that had flowed out of the jar and put them back inside. Then he crushed all the insects inside.

Various jars that had flowed out of the insect occupied the bottom of the jar.

The man in the raincoat picked up another overturned jar from the ground and added the corpse oil from the jar into the jar containing the crushed insects.

Finally, he added a white viscous liquid and his own blood to the jar.

He muttered incantations for a while, then slowly poured the well-shaken mixture onto the wounds on the pockmarked man's face.

Like pouring a highly corrosive liquid, after a loud hissing sound, a pungent white smoke billowed from the pockmarked man's face.

The wails of the pockmarked man gradually subsided.

After a while, the pockmarked man, covered in sweat, rolled over and lay on his back. He then reached out and grabbed the intact part of his head, forcefully turning it to straighten his misaligned neck. The man in the raincoat walked over to the pockmarked man, looking down at the ghastly white wounds on his face, and frowned as he asked, "What happened? You've only been gone a short while, how did you get so badly injured?"

The pockmarked man, panting heavily, said, "There is... there is a very powerful person who is helping them."

"Who is it? Although your Flying Head Curse has not been mastered to the highest level, even if you are not immortal, it should not be enough to injure someone to this extent."

"No, it's not me. He's a very powerful person! He... he knows a lot about our affairs. He said, 'Let me go back to Southeast Asia, and he'll spare my life...'"

"Isn't this the person who used magic to break the curse you placed on Zhang Lemin's wife?"

"No, that person has already been... I've already severely injured him. This person... this person might be from Southeast Asia!"

"Southeast Asia? He's also skilled in black magic?"

"I...I don't know. A bat...he has a very powerful bat, I'm no match for it...and there's a strange person with him...you have to be careful..."

"bat?"

Upon hearing this keyword, the man in the raincoat suddenly became alert, looked around, and ran towards the door without saying a word.

Actually, when he saw how badly the horse-faced man's flying head had been beaten, he wanted to run away immediately.

The reason I lingered here for a while and used methods to alleviate the pockmarked man's pain was to ask what had happened, or who had injured him in such a way.

If things get out of his control, he will leave Hong Kong Island and find a place to lay low.

He originally thought that the pockmarked man's flying head was fast enough that once he escaped, no one could catch up with him, and there would be no danger for a short time. But now it seems that this is not the case at all.

The man in the raincoat had just opened the door when his heart suddenly skipped a few beats.

He looked up and saw a huge bat hanging on the old-fashioned stair railing.

The bat's crimson eyes magnified in front of the man in the raincoat.

The man in the raincoat suddenly let out a muffled groan and pulled up his raincoat to cover his eyes.

With a muffled thud, the man in the raincoat was knocked back into the room, smashing the tables, chairs, and sofas inside into a pile of dust.

The man in the raincoat coughed a few times, staggered to his feet, and, ignoring his right arm hanging awkwardly at his side, fled expressionlessly towards the window.

Hearing the cry of the red-eyed bat, the pockmarked man, startled, stood up dazedly: "That's it! That's it! It's coming! Run!"

He dared not run towards the door, but could only follow the pockmarked man towards the window, where he was immediately thrown out, letting out a shrill scream.

Hearing the commotion behind him, the man in the raincoat ran even faster.

He broke the glass window with his right hand, then jumped out, leaving a trail of bright red blood on the windowpane.

This is the second floor, not high, and there is a grassy area outside the window, but the visibility is poor in the rainy night. The man in the raincoat who jumped down did not judge where he landed well, his foot slipped, and he rolled forward several times before he came to a stop.

He scrambled to his feet, about to flee, when a large hand reached out from the side and grabbed his neck, instantly making him feel the pain of suffocation.

The hand gripping his neck was as hard as iron. No matter how much he struggled, the hand did not loosen. Instead, it slowly tightened at a certain speed, making the man in the raincoat increasingly uncomfortable.

He forced himself to turn his head and look behind the arm, where he saw a strange figure shrouded in a black robe.

Rain continued to fall, landing on the black robe, gathering into droplets, and quickly sliding off.

The figure shrouded in the black robe did not move an inch, showing no signs of life.

"Are you Lin Chao?"

Suddenly someone spoke, and the man in the raincoat realized that there was another person standing next to the dark figure.

He strained his eyes and saw Li Zhen's face, pockmarked with wounds.

Although this face doesn't look like a normal person's, it still has a bit of a living presence.

"Ha...you...you..."

The pockmarked man tried to speak, but only managed a few unpleasant gasps.

Li Zhen looked at the pockmarked man with a strange expression: "Did you teach him the flying head curse? Shouldn't your skill in black magic be stronger than his? Why are you so weak? Could it be that you haven't actually practiced black magic yourself?"

In his memory, the black magic used by the pockmarked man who came from Southeast Asia to seek revenge was all taught to him by Lin Chao.

Logically speaking, Lin Chao's skill in black magic should be stronger than that of the pockmarked man, but after meeting him, it turned out that Lin Chao didn't seem to have any special abilities.

This made Li Zhen wonder if he had arrested the wrong person.

However, in the original series, Lin Chao's death was also quite abrupt. He was bitten by the pockmarked man's flying head and had all his blood sucked out. He didn't demonstrate any profound black magic before he died.

This guy must have learned a lot about black magic and knows how to break it, but he hasn't practiced many dangerous black magic techniques, such as the flying head curse. He definitely hasn't cultivated any skills.

Li Zhen turned and walked into the building in front of him.

The vampire led Lin Chao and followed behind Li Zhen.

Upon arriving at the room on the second floor, Li Zhen saw the pockmarked man, now with a fully restored body, lying on the ground, barely alive.

After circling the room once, the red-eyed bat flew back to Li Zhen's side, landing on his outstretched arm. It opened its blood-stained mouth and let out a few strange cries at Li Zhen.

Detective Li had the vampire grab the pockmarked man from the ground and they went downstairs together.

This is clearly not their hideout; it must have been a random place they picked up.

Li Zhen searched the room and found nothing of value except a makeshift altar and a few ritual implements used for casting spells.

After bringing the vampire downstairs, Li Zhen had the vampire relax its suppression of Lin Chao a little.

"Where is your hideout? Give me directions."

Lin Chao, panting heavily, stretched out a trembling hand and pointed forward.

After waiting for a moment, Li Zhen saw mist rising around him.

He took a few steps forward and quickly walked out of the area of ​​these residential buildings.

Judging from their aura, the demon worshipped by Lin Chao and the pockmarked man was different from the demons that Li Zhen had already contemplated; it was one of the other demons among the twelve demons.

Li Zhen felt a sense of anticipation at the prospect of encountering new demons.

The resentment emanating from Lin Chao was even stronger than that from the pockmarked man. He had killed countless people, which could serve as the source of his memories for practicing black magic.

What he needs to do now is find the evil spirit they worship...

(End of this chapter)