For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

Unlike before, the number in the palm print has changed from "6" to "5".

Luo Feng returned to this scene once again.

He was also thinking about the strategy he should take next.

"I've found a clue, but I still don't understand what their true intentions are."

Luo Feng has some memories of "Panupeng" and, through his own deduction, he is able to find some clues.

The figure in the banyan tree exuded an eerie aura and was definitely a very dangerous person.

"I know nothing about this guy's true identity. It seems I should try to force him to reveal himself..."

As he pondered, Wuchai's voice rang out again.

"Let's go quickly..."

Hearing the other party's urging, Luo Feng took a deep breath and quickly followed Wu Cai's footsteps.

……

……

We arrived at the eerie graveyard again.

Luo Feng repeated his previous actions, and he and Wu Cai dug up the corpse again and started roasting the corpse oil.

At that very moment, the fire went out and the oil lamp was destroyed.

Luo Feng had been preparing for a long time. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he lit the magic candles and did not forget to help Wu Cai, who was under a curse.

"There's definitely something tangled in hair in the bag. Hurry up and get it out."

Wuchai urged.

"it is good."

Luo Feng responded and, taking the opportunity, took Wu Cai's bag, found two puppet hands entangled in hair inside, and burned them.

"...and that revolver."

He gripped the pistol directly in his hand.

"What...what are you trying to do?"

After Wuchai recovered, his face froze.

"To conduct a test."

Luo Feng stood up, raised his pistol, and skillfully checked the cylinder, confirming that the revolver had 4 bullets left.

"Panupong, what are you doing?"

Wuchai questioned again.

Luo Feng ignored Wu Cai behind him. He had practiced shooting at a local private shooting range last year and was not completely ignorant about firearms. In addition, the country did not strictly prohibit guns.

My uncle, Xu Jianguo, obtained a gun license and legally possessed a firearm. After all, it was a foreign country, and for a Chinese person like him doing business there, it was best to be prepared for self-protection.

His gaze fell upon the banyan tree in the night. Through the pale moonlight, the enormous banyan tree, like a demon, spread its branches under the night sky. Its dense foliage and drooping aerial roots occupied a large part of the graveyard, making it particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

Boom!

Luo Feng aimed at the canopy of the banyan tree and fired two shots.

He didn't know where the other party was hiding, so he just kept firing randomly at the trees.

Two gunshots rang out, and the dark shadow fell from mid-air.

No, it should be said that a figure seemed to seep out from the darkness, and jumped down on its own initiative.

He was an old man with short hair. He looked thin and dry, with dark skin and covered in tattoos, even on his wrinkled face.

In addition, the old man's expression was also very strange, with his left eye furrowed drastically.

"Is it you?"

Wuchai was the first to recognize the other party's identity.

"Uncle... Uncle."

He was both shocked and terrified.

"How could it be you...?"

The old man was expressionless at first, but his left eye twitched slightly as if there was something wrong with it.

He appeared to have been shot in his right arm, but what was strange was that the bleeding wound also had a bluish-black tinge about it.

"Yes, it's me."

The old man's gaze fell on Wuchai, and he suddenly smiled.

"Perhaps, my dear nephew Wuchai, you find this very strange..."

Wuchai didn't speak, but his expression became unusually solemn.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Luo Feng merely raised his gun as a threat.

"Old man... let us leave here, or I'll shoot your head off."

He was certain that the supernatural phenomena he and Wuchai had experienced were basically the work of this old man.

"Logically, it makes sense. Only his uncle would know that Wuchai and Panupong would come to the graveyard to steal corpse oil..."

Luo Feng then recalled that even the two iron pickaxes hidden behind the shrine were prepared by this old man.

"Furthermore, only someone very close to Wuchai could have secretly orchestrated the actions of those two puppets hidden in the cloth bag."

Luo Feng's face was cold, his eyes fixed on the other person, and he raised his gun with his right hand, aiming it at the old man's head.

"Kid."

The old man's strange expression intensified, and his cold gaze shifted towards Luo Feng.

"You think a gun will work on me?"

As he spoke, the old ghost exuded an extremely strong aura. His own aura was like miasma, giving people the illusion that the surrounding air had deteriorated.

Luo Feng held a candle in one hand and raised a gun in the other, confronting the aura emanating from the other party.

The other person, however, remained expressionless, staring back at him like a blade of grass.

Luo Feng remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was quite surprised. The old man had been shot earlier, and the wound was emitting a bluish-black aura, which was rather strange.

Or was that bullet just a graze?

He also had a little hesitation in his heart.

Forget about it!

Luo Feng's ruthlessness flared up, and he suddenly pulled the trigger, the muzzle flashing as the bullet flew out at breakneck speed.

The remaining two bullets both hit the target.

Wuchai's uncle collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

"Is he/she dead?"

Luo Feng gripped the empty revolver and looked warily at the corpse lying on the ground.

"Don't let your guard down! Back off, quickly! He's not dead yet!!"

Wuchai shouted out loud.

Luo Feng immediately retreated, but his movements were still too slow.

Suddenly, the old man sat up and opened his mouth, spitting out two bullets.

"Have you run out of bullets?"

The old man's mouth twitched as if in a spasm, revealing a smug smile—a cunning and sly expression.

"Then you may also embark on your journey, sacrifices of 'Dagen'?"

With that sound, an invisible noose descended from the sky, and Luo Feng and Wu Cai felt a tightness around their necks, as if a rough rope had been strangled them, leaving them suspended in mid-air.

Luo Feng grabbed the rope wrapped around his neck, but he couldn't reach it with his hands, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

A moment later, his throat was snapped, and his neck was twisted in an eerie direction.

Wuchai also died.

Beside the two, on the ground, hung ropes from a huge banyan tree, each rope holding a black corpse—all with their tongues lolling out, their eyes bulging, their faces wide with death, their drooping figures like swaying shadows, dancing in the breeze…

……

……

【you are dead】

[Intervention in "Panupong's Reincarnation Fragment" failed; you have 5 chances left.]

[Evaluation: You've made a discovery, but it's far from a path to survival...]

[Reward: You have obtained a 'Cursed Banyan Tree Aerial Root', which may be used to make some kind of Gu poison.]

Luo Feng opened his eyes again.

This intervention yielded significant results; he was now certain of the culprit's identity.

"It's Wuchai's uncle! This old man seems to be planning to use Wuchai and me as sacrifices to appease the gods..."

Dajian?

The pronunciation should be Takian.

I don't know what this word means.

Luo Feng frowned slightly, then opened his laptop and quickly typed on the keyboard.

Shortly after typing in this word, he gradually found clues related to it online.

—Dajian means tree god.

In Thai folklore, spirits reside in trees; these spirits are considered to be half-gods and half-ghosts, or tree spirits or plant spirits.

In Thailand, trees, especially those like the sycamore tree, are believed to possess spirits. When a tree is cut down, offerings must be made to the gods as an act of repentance.

People also believe that the trees felled from the mountains and transported to be used as house pillars have spirits, and in order to bring good luck, rituals are held to summon the spirits of these trees back to protect the house.

"So, killing me and Wuchai was to sacrifice the tree god Tajian... Could this tree god be the same banyan tree from before?"

Having pondered this, Luo Feng had an idea. He quickly took out the "cursed banyan tree aerial root" extracted from the fragment of reincarnation and activated his "Yin-crossing" constitution.

hum...

His mind jolted, and some images of light and shadow vaguely appeared in his consciousness.