The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 306 The Demonic Fetus Nat's Clash with the Assassin and the Great Sorcerer Chaiwang's Suppression of the Demonic Fetus

The bite site is burning with pain.

In the past, Naimi wouldn't have cared too much.

The flowers that person offered were fresh flowers, so it's normal for them to have insects on them.

But after hearing Li Zhen's advice, he remained on edge, fearing that someone might harm him.

At this point, they immediately became alert and urged the driver to quickly drive the car back to the hotel.

The pain from the bite came on quickly and went away quickly, disappearing along the way.

Naimi had not felt any discomfort, which made him wonder if he was overthinking things.

Back at the hotel, he immediately went to find Master Nat and told him what had just happened.

He had thought that Master Nat might tell him that he was overthinking things, but Master Nat's expression grew increasingly serious as he held his hand and examined the wound on his arm.

Sensing something was terribly wrong, Naimi asked, "Master, my hand..."

Master Nat released Nami's hand and said seriously, "Those people have made their move. I can't determine what kind of curse it is for the time being, but you have indeed been cursed."

"Was it that person who cast a curse on me?!" Naimi looked at the back of her hand in fear.

Although there was a master in front of him who had the ability to break the curse, he himself was the one who was cursed. This was equivalent to putting his life on the gambling table. If he succeeded in breaking the curse, he could live; if he failed, he would surely die.

This would naturally frighten Naimi.

However, having weathered many storms, he quickly calmed down and said to Master Nat, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."

“It’s nothing,” Master Nat said. “This person’s cultivation level is not low. I’ll try to see if I can directly break the curse.”

He led Nami to the altar he had set up, had Nami sit down in front of the altar, and began to prepare the necessary ritual implements.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the back of her hand, startling Naimi.

"Master, my hand hurts so much!"

……

After presenting the wreath to Naimi, Lin Jiawei quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Standing in an inconspicuous spot at the back of the crowd, he glanced at Naimi's vehicle from afar and a cold smile appeared on his face.

This Naimi has already fallen under his curse; all that's left is for him to return to the altar and activate the curse, at which point the opponent will surely die.

He turned and walked into a small alley, quickly heading back the way he came.

After becoming an apprentice of Chaiwang, his skill in black magic improved rapidly, but he still felt it was insufficient.

He longed to learn more black magic and acquire even more powerful evil arts.

He vividly remembered the scene when he almost got killed by Caiwang last time he tried to obtain the "Blood Embryo Transformation" technique.

Lin Jiawei vowed in his heart that he would never again experience a situation where his life was in the hands of others.

Originally, those people contacted Chaiwang, asking him to kill Naimi, but Chaiwang feigned refusal.

At that time, Lin Jiawei contacted that group of people on his own initiative, using his identity as Cai Wang's apprentice to intimidate them and collect a lot of money to do these dirty things for them.

If Chaiwang finds out about this, he's dead meat.

However, if the matter is successfully completed, he will receive the final payment and then have the resources to bid for a magical artifact that can restrain Cai Wang.

Once he gets his hands on the magical artifact, who can hold him back?
Guessing Wang...

Lin Jiawei gave a cold laugh.

"Your death is near..."

Suddenly, he stopped and looked back.

This street was rather secluded, with few pedestrians, and an indescribable chill enveloped Lin Jiawei.

He knew he was being targeted by something sinister.

After practicing black magic, his confidence increased greatly.

His confidence swelled even more after he brutally killed the thugs who had been chasing him in Southeast Asia a few days ago.

He sensed that something dirty was watching him, but instead of being nervous, he was rather pleased.

Since he began practicing black magic, he has never found a suitable opportunity to use it.

After chuckling, Lin Jiawei placed his hands in front of him and formed a strange hand seal.

In an instant, an invisible aura rose from his body, making him the center of attention on the street.

His eyes seemed to see through the evil spirit that was following him, and he reached out and pressed forward.

An invisible force pressed down on that spot.

The evil creature was instantly blasted away.

A loud "bang" was heard on the wall, as if something had hit it, and thin streams of blood immediately flowed down the wall.

Lin Jiawei's expression changed.

He thought he could kill that brat with one move, but he only ended up severely injured...

wrong!

Not even a serious injury?!
Lin Jiawei's gaze shifted downwards, following the flow of blood, and looked down at the bottom of the wall.

A tiny imp, no bigger than his palm, had already revealed itself.

The little devil had pitch-black eyes, a mouthful of sharp teeth, and a terrifying face. Blood was flowing from one side of his forehead, probably from being beaten by Lin Jiawei earlier.

The wound looked horrific, but it didn't have much of an effect on the little devil.

Seeing the kid's burning eyes staring at him, Lin Jiawei gasped.

With a strange "hee-hee" laugh, the little devil ran forward, then disappeared again.

Lin Jiawei, feeling slightly dizzy, had a drastic change in expression.

He took some powder from his pocket, which was contained in a cloth, and hurriedly sprinkled it forward.

The laughter instantly turned into screams.

Lin Jiawei breathed a sigh of relief.

This brat is scary, but he's still just a brat, he's not good enough yet...

Lin Jiawei's heart skipped a beat as his gaze swept over the scene.

The little devil reappeared in front of the wall, staring at him with a mocking expression; his screams just now seemed to have been completely faked.

How can there be such a powerful kid?
Lin Jiawei, who was slowly backing away, swallowed hard.

Having practiced black magic, he naturally couldn't possibly be unaware of the little ghost.

But he had no interest in raising ghost children.

Since ordinary little ghosts are too weak, it's better to spend more time on your own cultivation than to waste energy raising them.

If you cultivate your black magic to the level of Cai Cai, who can kill with a wave of his hand, what need is there for little ghosts?
But upon seeing this "little devil" today, Lin Jiawei suddenly felt that his own views seemed to be somewhat problematic.

If you could have such a terrifying little devil, it would be worth the extra effort.

If this little devil were under his control, he would naturally be very happy, but since this little devil was here to deal with him, Lin Jiawei only felt heavy pressure.

"Who are you... no, who sent you?" Lin Jiawei asked tentatively. "I haven't been in Nanyang for long, and I have no grudge against your master. There's no need to fight to the death. Wouldn't it be better to make money together?" The little devil, the demon fetus, didn't say much and disappeared from the spot again.

Lin Jiawei's expression changed drastically, and he quickly sprinkled all the powder in his hand away.

But this time, the powder failed to stop the demonic fetus.

Lin Jiawei felt as if he had been hit in the chest and was suddenly thrown backward.

After landing, he spat out a mouthful of blood and foam, and painfully took out a bone-like pendant magic artifact from his bosom and threw it in front of him.

This magical artifact was a gift from Caiwang, and it possessed considerable power, instantly repelling the demonic fetus once again.

The demonic fetus, which had fallen to the ground, shook its dizzy head and looked towards Lin Jiawei, only to see Lin Jiawei's back.

That guy actually ran away...

The demonic fetus chuckled and chased after it.

It had finally gotten a chance to come out and have some fresh air, so naturally it wouldn't miss out on something so interesting.

Feeling the chill creeping over him again, Lin Jiawei's face turned even more grim. He quickly shouted, "My master is the great sorcerer Chai Wang. He's very powerful and famous. Your master might know my master!"

"As the saying goes, if you keep looking down, you'll run into each other again. If you make things too ugly now, it will be bad for everyone's reputation in the future."

Caiwang's skill in black magic is unfathomable. The more Lin Jiawei understands black magic, the more he fears Caiwang.

In this area, it's almost impossible for any sorcerer not to know Chaiwang.

When he met those who had asked Chaiwang to kill people, he only mentioned Chaiwang's name, and they treated him with great respect, which shows how famous Chaiwang was.

But now even the name of Caiwang is useless.

Could it be that the master of this little devil is an outsider, and therefore he comes without fear of being questioned?
Lin Jiawei shouted again, "Your master doesn't know Caiwang? Then go back and tell your master to investigate who Caiwang is!"

“This is Caiwang’s territory. If your master acts recklessly, he will definitely get into trouble!”

The little devil still wouldn't listen to him and kept approaching him.

Lin Jiawei threw away everything he could carry and finally found an opportunity to get into a taxi.

After giving the driver a location name and urging him to drive off quickly, Lin Jiawei felt a little relieved.

He saw the kid flash by again in the rearview mirror, and his heart tightened again.

Does the other party really want to fight him to the death?!
it is good!
Let's see who dies!

This place is not far from Chaiwang's home.

In less than ten minutes, the driver delivered the pale-faced Lin Jiawei to Caiwang's doorstep.

In the past ten minutes or so, Lin Jiawei had used all his skills and injured the little devil several times, but he was unable to completely shake off the little devil's pursuit. Instead, he became more and more exhausted.

If it had taken any longer, Lin Jiawei knew he might not have made it home.

He rushed into the altar that Chaiwang had set up and suddenly knelt down in front of it.

He took out a small insect that looked a bit like a caterpillar from his pocket, put it in a cup, and then covered the cup with his hand while chanting a spell.

He originally planned to use a more complex method to perform the spell, which would result in a more terrifying form of black magic.

However, time was of the essence, so he could only resort to a simple method to perform the black magic.

Suddenly, the cup made a shattering sound.

Lin Jiawei opened his eyes and looked at the cracks that had appeared on the cup.

The spell was not going well, as someone was casting a spell to stop him.

This must be related to the little devil that just appeared...

Could it be that the person who was blocking him released this little devil to kill him?
Probably!

Lin Jiawei glanced at the restless insect in the cup, then spat the blood foam from his mouth onto the insect, making it perk up again.

He chanted the incantation again, while slowly pressing his right hand down towards the rim of the cup, attempting to seal the entire cup once more.

But his hand seemed to be pushed upwards by something; whenever he tried to press down on the cup, the other person would push his hand upwards.

Lin Jiawei's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his right hand trembled.

But he wasn't as nervous as before.

The opponent's magical power was terrifying, stronger than his, but only by a limited margin.

He attacked Naimi first and gained the upper hand. If he persisted, he could wear her down.

The faint "hee-hee" sound came again, and the lingering chill emanating from outside the door made Lin Jiawei shiver, and his face turned ugly again.

That brat actually dared to chase us all the way here!
Just then, the sound of the door being pushed open rang out.

"What are you doing?"

A cold, indifferent woman's voice came through.

Lin Jiawei endured the pain caused by the backlash, released his right hand, and quietly stuffed the cup in his hand into his pocket.

Turning to look at the woman, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and cried out in panic, "Someone's trying to kill me!"

Two women entered; the older one, with a cold expression, was none other than the sorcerer, Chaiwang.

Standing next to Chaiwang was a woman with loose hair, a gentle expression, and a somewhat frail appearance; this was Chaiwang's sister, Ah Shui.

Upon seeing Lin Jiawei's appearance, Caiwang was slightly surprised, then looked thoughtfully at the spot where Lin Jiawei had hidden the cup.

"Ah Wei, what's wrong?! Don't scare me!" Ah Shui was startled and ran over to help Lin Jiawei up with a pained expression.

Noticing Caiwang's gaze, Lin Jiawei became nervous and coughed up more blood, pleading with Ah Shui, "Someone wants to harm me! Ah Shui, please save me! If you don't save me, I'm going to die!"

Ah Shui quickly looked at Cai Wang: "Sister..."

Caiwang said calmly, "Who wants to harm you? I don't see it."

"It's coming! It's a little devil! It's almost here!" Lin Jiawei looked towards the door in fear. "I can hear its voice!"

Caiwang thought Lin Jiawei was talking nonsense.

How could anyone in this area dare to harm people in front of her altar?
She was about to speak when she suddenly turned to look at the window, frowning, and said, "There really is something there?"

Lin Jiawei quickly said, "It really came! I'm not lying to you! I went out for a walk and somehow ran into a little devil."

"This brat is even scarier than the brats you mentioned. I couldn't beat it, and it almost killed me!"

“I told him your name, but the little devil ignored me. I… I suspect the little devil’s master is a foreign sorcerer.”

His face was as white as paper, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were stained with blood. He looked extremely disheveled, which made Ah Shui even more heartbroken.

Caiwang then looked at Lin Jiawei and asked, "You didn't do anything, yet you attracted the little devil?"

"What can I do?" Lin Jiawei said, feeling wronged. "I just went out for a walk and I was targeted. I suspect... I suspect this might be someone from Hong Kong who hired me to kill me!"

Hearing this, Ah Shui, feeling terrified, pitifully chimed in, "Sister, you have to help Ah Wei!"

Chaiwang nodded: "No one can harm him here."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head to look at the door.

An invisible demonic fetus suddenly appeared there, its body exploding open, splattering crimson blood everywhere...

(End of this chapter)