Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 75 Seeking Revenge

In the corridor of the public housing estate, a woman who looked to be about forty years old, wearing black cloth shoes, covered in dirt, and with disheveled hair, gently shook a bell in her hand and called softly, "Little White, Little White, where are you?"

Her voice trembled slightly with worry, as if she were afraid of something, wanting to shout but not daring to.

After the woman left, the door next to her creaked open, and an old woman with a tired expression and pale lips poked her head out to look in the direction the woman had left.

The old woman stared blankly in the direction Ah Feng had left, the sound of her calling for Xiao Bai still echoing in her ears.

Little White... Little White...

The door had only been open for a short while when a strong, foul stench filled the air through the cracks.

Aunt Mei's eyes were bloodshot. She glanced back at the end of the corridor one last time before returning to her room. She went to a secluded corner of the living room, where an old man dressed in a black Tang suit stood!

The old man's skin was deathly pale with a hint of blue. Although he wore a mask made of copper coins, a large gash at the corner of his mouth was still visible through the gaps, revealing even his molars. He appeared hunched over, but it was actually a protruding spine below the back of his neck, as if something had forced it out during his lifetime…

Aunt Mei gently rested her head on the old man's chest, tears streaming down her face, and said:
"Old man, you said you'd be back in a few days, but will I ever get to see you again? You're not breathing, you have no heartbeat, but your fingernails are getting longer and your teeth are getting sharper."

Every night you keep your eyes wide open, and you stand on your tiptoes as if you're about to jump up at any moment. It really scares me. Old man, please wake up and talk to me, okay?

Just then, the old man's body began to tremble slightly.

Aunt Mei was startled and quickly wiped away her tears. She took a bowl of blood from the refrigerator and slowly poured it into the old man's mouth. The blood flowed down the crack at the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the ground. A few strands of black hair floated out of the bathroom and stuck to it.

After feeding the old man.

She sat listlessly on a chair next to her, holding an empty bowl in her hand, staring blankly at the large amount of black mud, bits of meat, and black crow feathers at the bathroom entrance.

……

Room 2442.

A man in his forties sat in a simple room, holding a family photo in his hand, his eyes fixed on the various ancient costumes hanging on the wall.

His name was Xiao Hao, a washed-up star whose career was failing, whose family life was troubled, and who had lost faith in life. He came to this public housing estate intending to hang himself, leaving this world with traces of his past glory (his costumes from acting).

Unexpectedly, the room was haunted when he tried to hang himself. Fortunately, an old man named Ayou downstairs came to his rescue, and he survived. He didn't want to die for the time being, but he still had no hope for life and didn't know where to go...

……

The next day, at the Central Building, Li Xuan pushed open the rusty door and walked out.

Last night, while performing a ritual to release the ghosts from the Xinghuan office building, I encountered that ghost child. I wanted to see who was raising the little ghost, but humans still can't outrun ghosts.

He lost track of them completely.

When the ghost child was discovered, Li Xuan did not hesitate to pull out the command flag from the altar and throw it, hitting the child's arm. The ghost child, in pain and fright, struggled and tore off his arm, like a gecko shedding its tail, and ran away.

Li Xuan returned to retrieve the ghost child's arm. As long as there is flesh and blood, he can track it down by setting up an altar if the distance is not too far, and he can even use curses.

In two days it will be the 25th. According to the Black Law, the 5th and 25th of each month are when Marshal Tianpeng descends to the mortal realm to inspect the human world. He plans to set up an altar at that time to search for the whereabouts of the lesser demons. On special days of offering, the power of the Fengdu Judge's incantations will be slightly higher.

Standing at the entrance of the Central Building, watching the bustling traffic and pedestrians, Li Xuan recalled exploring the "ghost gate" leading to the underground cave in the basement of the Central Building in the early hours of the morning.

Inside the cave, there was an underground river. On both banks, there were many small, dismembered skeletons, and numerous footprints on the ground, suggesting that something had come here periodically. The broken bones showed signs of age, indicating that something was using them for something.

When he heard Aken mention the past of the Central Building, he thought he might see some horrific things, but he never expected there to be so many skeletons.

From 2 a.m. to 7 a.m., Li Xuan sat in the cave chanting incantations to help the weak little souls that were on the verge of dissipating.

The incantation should be spoken very softly...

Because the little ghosts cannot withstand any more torment.

This is why it's easy to deliver the spirits of ghosts in the Xinghuan office building, but so slow to deliver the spirits of lesser deceased.

The resentment accumulated to the point of being tangible, but the little ghosts did not attack him. They remained curled up in a corner, weeping. As the resentment was cleared away, the gates of hell were about to dissipate, and the cave began to collapse. One of the little ghosts spoke up, saying, "Hurry, it's going to collapse..."

This was the only conversation.

This ignited the anger in Li Xuan's heart. He simply couldn't understand how people could be so beastly, killing each other like their own kind!

He was determined to catch this guy, strip him of his physical form and soul, and throw him into the depths of Fengdu Hell, where the officials would subject him to all sorts of intense tortures!
……

July 25th arrived quickly.

Li Xuan cultivated whenever he had free time, and his internal dantian was full of qi, making his magical power flow more smoothly.

He could vaguely sense the legendary bottleneck. As long as he touched this "thing", it meant that his current realm was about to break through, which was a good thing!
The Dongyue Daoist practice involves four realms: refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao. When one reaches the final, perfected realm, one becomes as powerful as the "old Taoist priest" described in ancient books and supernatural tales, capable of shrinking the earth to an inch, astral projection, traveling thousands of miles at night, and being able to be satiated by consuming only the qi of heaven and earth, without eating grains.

He had a premonition that whoever solved the layout of the Star Ring Building would be able to advance their Qi Refining Technique to a higher level!
Noon!

The Central Building is no longer inhabited. The exterior is still in good condition, but the internal structure is leaking in various ways, reeks of a foul stench, and the paint is peeling off layer by layer, making it look like a ghost town.

Li Xuan chose this rooftop.

Open the altar!
They worshipped the main deity, then the ghosts and spirits of the four directions, offering incense and candles, gold and silver paper, and various incantations and edicts. Finally, they took out the ghost child's arm and placed it on the porcelain plate on the altar.

Impure spirits must not contaminate the altar, therefore a porcelain plate is needed to isolate them.

He brandished his peach wood sword, chanting incantations. With his left hand, he drew a compass and placed it beside him. He stood with his feet planted on the seven-pointed star, facing the North Pole. He twirled the peach wood sword and struck the compass forcefully. The needle spun wildly, pointing southwest! It seemed the ghost child from last night was hiding in that direction…

The talisman was lit and thrown onto the arm; whoosh, flames rose and turned to ashes.

Li Xuan wrapped it up, put it in his pocket, put away the altar, and set off with the compass in hand.

(End of this chapter)