See the Law of Deception

Chapter 247 Heredity (53)

When Lu Jinzhao's knees touched the ground, her first feeling was one of softness.

Strangely, even though she was kneeling on the cold ground, her first feeling was that her knees felt a little soft when they touched the ground.

It was as if she were kneeling on some kind of elastic flesh.

But that sensation was only fleeting, like an illusion.

Lu Jinzhao knew that she had indeed touched something, but she couldn't get up and leave immediately; she had to complete her mission.

Lu Jinzhao bent down, intending to complete the kowtow as quickly as possible. However, when her hands touched the ground and her forehead touched the ground, Lu Jinzhao suddenly felt a sense of detachment.

It was as if something wanted to disintegrate her the moment she kowtowed.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the sensation of your soul being ripped away when you're on a drop tower.

The feeling wasn't particularly strong at first, so Lu Jinzhao quickly kowtowed a second time. This time, the detached sensation was much stronger.

She even felt her skin throbbing with an unbearable tightness, a bit like the feeling when her mother used too much force to braid her hair when she was a child.

Her flesh and blood seemed to be separating from her body, to be pulled from her bones, and so did her soul.

Fortunately, thanks to her prior preparations, not only was her soul not taken away, but her flesh and blood were also preserved inside her body.

After the second kowtow was completed, [Silence] drifted from her arms, landing on the ground and turning into a pool of ashes.

It has completely lost its function.

Lu Jinzhao called Tan Meng back and had her stick close to him. She managed to resist the first two times, but the third time would probably be much harder to get through.

She must complete the task before the effect of the "transfer of fortune" ends; she cannot delay.

The moment [Tan Meng] returned to her body, Lu Jinzhao bent down quickly without any hesitation.

--boom
It was a genuine kowtow, not a heavy one, but absolutely nothing to criticize.

The moment his forehead touched the ground, Lu Jinzhao unsurprisingly felt a massive, black hole-like attraction coming from above.

Even though there was no wind in the ancestral hall and nothing seemed amiss to the naked eye, only Lu Jinchao could feel a terrifying force as if he had been thrown into a wind tunnel.

She had to use all her strength to keep herself as close to the ground as possible, otherwise she might have been unable to control herself and would have been suspended in the air.

Only then did she understand why the three corpses were on the roof beams.

Even so, even though she tried her best to keep her body from losing control, she could still feel her body being broken down little by little by this enormous force.

The sensation of flesh and blood separating, and even internal organs constantly shifting, was both painful and strange. She even felt that her intestines might have become knotted due to the displacement caused by the supernatural force, causing waves of cramping pain inside her body.

Lu Jinzhao's face was already pale, and now fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She was actually glad that her body was still functioning normally under these circumstances.

She could feel her blood and internal organs constantly "rising," clinging tightly to her skeleton and the flesh on her back.

She could see large bruises on the backs of her hands, indicating internal bleeding. The blood was rapidly accumulating beneath the skin, trying to break through the body's defenses, or perhaps, to lift her up to the roof beams.

Fortunately, Tan Meng's existence prevented her blood from leaving her body, keeping it confined within her.

Lu Jinzhao had no choice but to circulate the ghost blood in her body with all her might, even though this blood was gradually seeping into the gaps between her bones as she used it without restraint. She couldn't care less about that now.

With the help of the ghost blood, the terrifying pulling force was greatly weakened.

However, only her body was soothed; Lu Jinzhao could feel that her soul was still being drawn. Perhaps because she hadn't been "left behind" in the hallucination, the village adopted another "method."

Every now and then, she would feel her body becoming "lighter," and her consciousness would suddenly become blurred for a moment, but she would immediately come back to her senses.

"This stalemate absolutely cannot continue."

Unexpectedly, even after using up all of [Silence], and with the help of [Luck], [Tan Meng], and Ghost Blood, Lu Jinzhao's heart sank. He gritted his teeth and prepared to use [Substitute Death], but in the next instant, good fortune appeared.

The sheepskin fell out of her pocket with a snap.

It was clearly a very deep pocket, and even though she was in a kneeling position, the sheepskin shouldn't have fallen out. But, by some strange twist of fate, she was incredibly lucky.

Perhaps the sheepskin wasn't placed deep enough to begin with, or perhaps some actions upon arriving at the ancestral hall caused it to shift outwards.

In short, at this moment, due to a series of coincidences, the sheepskin fell out of the pocket.

The moment the sheepskin left Lu Jinzhao's body and fell to the ground, the supernatural attack on Lu Jinzhao suddenly weakened.

It was as if another being, similar to the demon blood but even more soul-touching, shielded her from the attack.

Clearly, this is sheepskin.

But most likely, it wasn't voluntary.

Lu Jinzhao understood it; even if he wanted to save it, this guy would only make a deal when he was on his last legs.

Although I don't understand why simply dropping the sheepskin would have any effect, as long as it works, that's fine.

Lu Jinzhao staggered as she picked up the sheepskin and stood up. Perhaps because she wasn't slow in completing the task, her name on the memorial tablet was still not fully formed.

This made her feel a little relieved.

Thinking of something, Lu Jinzhao looked at the roof beam again.

She looked up and saw six eyes staring at her.

The silent, lifeless, and utterly empty eyes of the corpse were staring at her.

The corpse that Tan Meng had thrown at the door had somehow returned to the roof beam, and now it was staring at her with its dead eyes, along with her companions, as if they were waiting for her to reunite with them.

Lu Jinzhao's heart raced for a moment, but quickly calmed down.

She cautiously retreated, inching her way back to the doorway.

Fortunately, she had completed her mission. The corpse on the roof beam remained motionless and showed no further signs of abnormality.

Lu Jinzhao was still shaken. As she turned around and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, a sense of urgency rose in her heart because she had her back to the hall. It urged her to leave immediately, or at least turn around and see if there was anything unusual behind her.

Without looking back, she quickly pushed open the door and ran out of the ancestral hall in two strides.

"...They made it out alive."

The village was pitch black at night. Lu Jinzhao quickly left the area covered by the red lanterns at the entrance of the ancestral hall and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The still-boiling ghost blood within her body gnawed into every crevice of her body like maggots clinging to bones; one of the shadow puppets was broken, and there was no telling when misfortune would strike.

The situation is definitely not good, but she survived.

As long as she's alive, she'll find a way to keep living.