Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 120 Spell Linkage, A Deadly Cycle

Just like before, the same chains emerged from the darkness and, in the blink of an eye, wrapped around the old beast's pig head.

The beastwoman, who had been holding the jade skeleton in her mouth and taking a deep breath in preparation for doing something, suddenly stopped for a moment, as if the power had been cut off.

When he came to his senses, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable terror.

In that brief moment, it seemed to see the scene of the past when the gods and immortals were prosperous.

When you die, the gates of evil will open wide, and the spirits of the underworld will silently take a chain, grab the soul of the living being, and turn to leave.

Revolt?

What can we use to resist?

Two blows of the mourning stick, and even the toughest ghost would cry as pitifully as a motherless child.

Although all it saw was a chain, and no evil spirit appeared, no scolding or beating, this one move alone made the already timid old woman hesitate again.

But when you look down at your neck, you see the eerie chain that still hangs there.

Then I felt my numb, sluggish mind.

Based on her experience among the dead, the old woman knew that the young Taoist priest had used some kind of evil magic, and that her soul was already incomplete. If the spell wasn't broken, she would probably gradually become mentally impaired due to the long-term lack of a soul.

But just as it was about to activate the skeleton, Zhang Wei's dejected voice rang out again: "You beast, if you don't die now, when will you? Quickly drink your throat and be slaughtered, don't waste everyone's time!"

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The old beast, who had just regained consciousness for a short while, was already dazed again. She stood there blankly, drooling, and in her relaxed state, she didn't even notice that the jade bone skull in her mouth had fallen to the ground.

The old days when someone used lightning magic in their left hand and blood magic in their right were when they were new to the game and didn't have much education.

Having studied on the mountain for a year, Zhang Wei, though somewhat mediocre at everything, has at least gained a certain level of cultural knowledge, especially in the areas of pantheon, various demons and monsters, and strange tales.

Now that you've revealed your true form, he won't be saving his spells for later.

Is he now in a state of disgrace and ruin?

Who came up with such a wonderful spell? It's amazing!

There's no logic to it, and no need to talk about morality. Zhang Wei, with his abundant magical power, just kept using it. One trick is all he needed to survive!

As the magical power evaporated more and more rapidly, from a perspective imperceptible to ordinary people, the old beast's neck and limbs were bound with rusty chains.

As the victims of the spell, the seemingly dazed and motionless old woman beast is actually fighting with the nameless beast for control of its soul. The souls of each locked pig and sheep are frantically tug-of-war with the chains, trying to break the already decaying chains and return their souls to their bodies.

While the chains and the old woman were playing back and forth, Zhang Wei wasn't idle either.

After locking onto the three souls and one spirit of the old beast, and sensing that its magical power had decreased by more than half, the look in its eyes once again carried a scrutinizing meaning.

Back then, before he had cultivated any magical power, he could lock the three souls and seven spirits of a talking snake demon inside a shaman's body using only his own health. Now, although his magical power is not profound, it is still considerable. However, he only managed to lock four-tenths of it before losing most of it.

This old beast seems a bit too fierce. If it weren't for its ability to directly strike the soul, it would have been quite exhausting to just focus on the body.

However, right now... the Calling Name is too weak to use, but the downgraded version of Mind-Eating Bone still works fine. Since its soul is weak, it will kick the tumor's good leg hard.

The magic surged, and a bloody wind arose.

On the billowing blood-red Taoist robe, a pair of majestic eyes stared straight ahead as Yazi suddenly yawned. Just then, he raised his claws, and the sac-like insect that had been suppressed in the claws instantly escaped. A phantom insect took a big gulp, sucking away Zhang Wei's magic power, and at the same time, the insect instantly transformed into a merciless egg-laying machine.

Dozens of legs, like a wind turbine, were constantly digging around behind it, and one by one, the illusory insect eggs fell directly to the ground from the air.

The egg falls, and the shell cracks.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of sac-like insects crawled out of the ground beneath his feet, their golden legs creating a surging wave that rushed straight towards the dazed beast.

Meanwhile, along the edge of the Taoist robe, the phantom of the demon was still tirelessly using Zhang Wei's magic power to continuously produce offspring.

Although it's unclear where a male insect gets the ability to reproduce, the spell's effect is illogical.

If you look closely, you can even see that if the speed at which the sac demon digs up the eggs slows down, Ya Zi's claws will circle around from behind Zhang Wei to the front and gently poke him. Instantly, the sac demon's work motivation will surge and its production efficiency will increase dramatically!

The old woman's animal hide was thick and hard, seemingly indestructible, but it was a semi-real object created by magic and the spirit of the sac.

The swarm of insects surged like a tide, piercing through the thick earthen armor upon contact and disappearing beneath the old beast's pigskin.

"Awooo!"

The next moment, the old beast, who was still immersed in its own mental world, suddenly burst out with a pig-like scream. But before it could even check its own condition, the unrestrained chains pulled its soul a short distance away.

As her soul left her body, the old beast's terrified and confused eyes instantly became unfocused and scattered.

Although, in her mind, the old woman wanted to stay in reality to see what had happened to her.

But the soul separated from its body had no choice; it could only fight the chains for ownership of its soul. Only by regaining its soul could it regain control of its body. But when the beast finally managed to push the separated soul back under the pigskin, it discovered that inside its head and on its heart were crawling worms that looked like golden threads.

It opened its ferocious maw and sharp legs, wreaking havoc on the soft flesh.

Knowing the situation, the old woman was helpless.

Because its current state is somewhat strange, in order to deal with the cyst worms, it must first regain control of its soul and make its spirit and body no longer in a state of poor contact and flickering. However, in order to regain its soul, every time it makes a little progress, it will be forcibly awakened by the sudden increase in the cyst worms' eating, and it will have to give up the little progress it has worked so hard to gain.

It couldn't even care less about Zhang Wei, that wicked spellcaster.

One problem must be solved before anything else can proceed.

However, the basic cycle has been established, and the old woman is constantly back and forth, exhausted from running around.

The soul was not retrieved.

The body couldn't be saved.

But he won't die anytime soon.

Watching the occasional flashbacks of consciousness as the beastly woman looked at him with horror and despair, Zhang Wei laughed, a particularly hearty laugh: "Didn't you say it was blissful to have your brains eaten dry? Now you can experience it for yourself. How does it feel? Is it as blissful as you described...? Don't look so gloomy, smile!"

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