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

The development model is the same as the previous cycle.

Luo Feng persuaded Wu Cai, and the two went to the cemetery to confront the old man.

This time, Wuchai didn't waste any words with the old man and fired four shots in quick succession.

The two sides were not far apart, and none of the four bullets hit his uncle; instead, they all struck the large banyan tree behind him.

Bang bang bang!

The bullets struck the tree trunk like needles.

Just as Luo Feng had guessed, the old man was struck as if by lightning in that instant. His body convulsed violently, as if he had actually been shot. Wounds appeared on his shoulder, chest, and lower abdomen, from which bluish-black smoke billowed.

The banyan tree was indeed the uncle's weakness. As soon as the tree was shot, Wuchai's uncle opened his eyes and froze, unable to move.

Taking advantage of this moment, Wu Cai and Luo Feng rushed up at top speed.

Luo Feng ran ahead, and he pounced like an arrow released from a bow, pouncing forward with full force, wielding the Demon-Slaying Blade and slashing at the old man's neck.

This was a probing attack, but unfortunately, the strike was ineffective.

With a loud clang, the sound of metal clashing rang out as the Demon-Slaying Blade struck Old Deng's neck, as if it had struck an iron stake.

Cold sweat beaded on Luo Feng's forehead, and the hand gripping the hilt of the knife went numb from the shock.

"I've already said, this kind of attack is useless."

Wuchai rushed up as well. He did not attack the old man, but instead took advantage of the old man's injury to take out white silk threads and wrap them around the old man's body.

As the man tied the old man up with the thread, he chanted incantations, rapidly weaving Thai spells that made the air vibrate.

"May the Buddha's wondrous virtues and supreme, unsurpassed Nirvana attain a magnificent crown of light to adorn my body and forever protect me!"

As Wuchai chanted his incantation, his uncle suddenly let out a scream.

"This is... the mantra for 'The Crown of Buddha'?"

Two streams of blood flowed from the old man's eyes.

"I didn't teach you this kind of thing."

The old man twisted his body, struggling in vain. His face was contorted, but his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Wuchai.

"Where did you learn that?!"

"I learned this from a monk in Lampang Province. It's a mantra that can dispel curses. It will definitely be effective for someone like you who has practiced too many evil spells."

While clasping his hands together and chanting incantations, Wuchai gestured to Luo Feng with his eyes to hurry up. Luo Feng nodded and ran wildly towards the banyan tree.

He approached the tree and began to climb it.

The bark of this banyan tree is exceptionally rough, providing ample friction, making it easy to climb. He reached the top of the tree without much effort.

"Where exactly are these 'dark' amulets hidden?"

Luo Feng looked around, but the trees were empty, and he couldn't find where the Yin tablet Wu Cai had mentioned was hidden. His anxiety grew, and he became increasingly agitated.

"laugh!"

He lit the candle with a match, and flames leaped up on the black candle.

The candlelight cast a glow, and Luo Feng's gaze swept across the tree again, inadvertently noticing a bird's nest in the tree.

He held the candle in his left hand, reached into the bird's nest, and actually pulled out a small wooden plaque.

"Found it."

Just as Luo Feng was about to destroy the Yin talisman, a white hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand forcefully.

"..."

He felt as if he had been doused with cold water; a chill ran down his spine. In that moment of surprise, he even threw the candle away.

A woman had appeared in the tree sometime during the night.

"—It's you?"

Luo Feng recognized the female ghost.

He reacted quickly, throwing away the candle and drawing his demon-slaying sword, then swung it out again.

However, the strike was not successfully executed.

My right hand was so stiff that I couldn't move it or control it at all.

"...Hair?"

Luo Feng then noticed that the female ghost had somehow managed to entangle him. It turned out that she had released her hair long ago, and the long, thin hair had quietly wrapped around his ankles, climbed up from his feet, and wrapped around his hands.

The female ghost slightly grinned, seemingly in a strange laugh, and her long hair instantly wrapped around his neck, snapping Luo Feng's neck with a crack.

Meanwhile, Wuchai, standing under the tree, was unaware of what was happening; he was still chanting incantations with his eyes closed.

However, he also heard a chanting sound in his ear.

Wuchai suddenly opened his eyes and saw that his uncle, who had been severely injured, had sat up and was chanting incantations.

"you!"

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of cold, icy hands reached out from behind him and covered his eyes, as if playing a blindfold game.

Wuchai also died after letting out a scream.

……

……

He died again.

However, this time the "way out" is very close.

"Three chances left."

He glanced at the reviews.

The sign read: "A glimmer of hope has appeared; seize the opportunity."

As for the reward, it was another black magic candle.

"Why do you always give me this broken candle?"

Luo Feng couldn't help but complain.

However, if the candle hadn't fallen, the female ghost might not have succeeded.

Without much hesitation, he re-entered the cycle of reincarnation.

This time, Na persuaded Wuchai once again, and the previous standoff was staged once more.

The shooting of the banyan tree was still effective, and after Wu Cai recited the incantation "Buddha's Crown," Old Deng was subdued.

Luo Feng climbed the banyan tree as usual, but this time he was prepared. After obtaining the Yin tablet, when the female ghost appeared, he was not startled. Instead, he opened his mouth and spat out the lamp oil he had hidden inside.

With a whoosh, the flame on the candle suddenly shot out, turning into a dimly lit ball of fire—it was the kerosene from the previous oil lamp. Dawuchai had examined it and found that the lamp must have been cursed, which was why it kept going out inexplicably.

When Luo Feng arrived at the graveyard, he smashed the oil lamp, put a mouthful of lamp oil in his mouth, and sprayed it on the female ghost as soon as she appeared. The flame expanded and burned onto the female ghost's face and hair.

The hair seemed to be flammable; once it was lit, it burst into flames. The female ghost screamed, leaped into the air, and with a snap, her figure vanished.

Luo Feng stuffed the Yin tablet back in, then pulled out his knife and stabbed it into the big tree. Old Deng, who was about to chant an incantation, let out a wail on the spot!

"If I'd known, I should have stabbed that old guy a few hundred times!"

After Luo Feng finished doing all this, he took out the Yin Token, swung the Demon-Slaying Blade, and forcefully cleaved it open.

The yin amulet should have been made of wood, but it was split in two.

In that instant, he heard a sound like a balloon being popped. With a snap, the invisible "bubble" seemed to explode in the space, instantly changing everything around him.

boom!

The space was trembling slightly.

This strange occurrence happened in an instant. The next second, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the direction where the moon was high in the sky, swaying the banyan tree leaves and blowing them around the area.

The wind seemed to shake the distorted space, bringing it back to its original state.

"idiot!"

The old man cursed loudly.

"You two idiots... what have you done! You've ruined the ritual, do you even understand the consequences of ruining all of this?"

After he finished speaking, dark red blood flowed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

Boom!

The old man's body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His entire body began to shrink and contort, his eyes filled with rage as he glared at Wuchai.

The old man died, and Yongyun shut his mouth and fell silent.

"Did it work?"

Luo Feng gripped the knife in his hand and slowly climbed down the tree.

"I guess so..."

Wu Cai nodded.

"His transformation is likely a backlash from the evil curse."

"Why did your uncle do this?"

Luo Feng voiced his doubts.

"Is it because of that 'hanging clan' ritual?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Wuchai shook his head.

"Let's tidy up this place and get out of here quickly..."

"Leave?"

"With my uncle dead here, the police won't just ignore it. Let's go to Nampang Province to lay low for a while..."

Wuchai offered his suggestion, but he ignored the corpses on the ground and walked out of the cemetery.

What Luo Feng didn't see was that the moment the man turned his face away, Wu Cai frowned as if he had a headache.

Then, his right eye opened wide, while his left eye, conversely, was tightly furrowed, creating a distorted and eerie expression.

At that moment, the expression on Wuchai's face was almost identical to that of the deceased old man, his uncle, in life.

The scene gradually distorts and blurs, and everything around fades.

Luo Feng left the cycle of reincarnation; this time, he completed the cycle.

[Congratulations, you have completed the mission in the 8th loop segment...]

A line of text written in fresh blood appeared.