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

...The Immortal Master Liang?!

Luo Feng's shoulders sank, as if two feet had stepped on either side of them.

Even without looking out of the corner of his eye, he could tell that they were two dead people's feet wearing black cloth shoes.

Very heavy.

It's very heavy!

His back was slightly hunched.

The mysterious sorcerer descended upon him, placing his feet on his shoulders.

Luo Feng couldn't see the other party's full appearance either. This Yin Master only seemed to have a pair of feet that were real; his body was just a withered black shadow.

As those feet stepped onto his shoulders, Luo Feng felt an intense chill throughout his body, his body rapidly losing sensation, and his consciousness becoming somewhat blurred.

In a daze, he suddenly heard a faint sound beside his ear, as if a man was singing a passage in the tone of an opera singer, that kind of deliberately shrill voice.

"Feet suspended on the ground, head on a beam."

In an instant, the music and drums of the human world ceased, and the lamps burned silently in the deep blue of the third watch.

Eyes like fish eyes hang suspended all night; heart like willow branches hangs all day long.

"The moon is bright, the wind is strong, I'm on the thirteenth floor, alone I go up and down alone..."

The audio of the opera entered his mind clearly. In an instant, Luo Feng was immediately invigorated. A warm current inexplicably surged in his dantian, and his limbs gradually warmed up.

"Alright, Master Daoliang... just from the name, you can tell this guy was definitely a hanged ghost!"

Luo Feng finally understood that this so-called Immortal Master Who Overthrew Liang was probably a hanged ghost.

"If I'm not mistaken, the remaining seven Yin Masters will be no exception; they are all evil spirits who died violent deaths."

Just then, a chilling aura suddenly enveloped him.

Luo Feng shivered because someone blew a breath on the back of his neck.

He naturally didn't turn around, but he started shivering all over, and a cold sweat broke out on his back...

Then a hoarse and aged voice slowly entered his consciousness.

"Red sands swirl and dance on both sides of the river, and the winds are unpredictable until midnight."

The vast ocean is unnavigable, and the towering sun has no end in sight.

The waters of the Western Sea abhor humankind; even a thousand years after death, the blue waves will forever hold a grudge…

Something pressed tightly against Luo Feng's back, as if someone was pressing their own back against his.

"hiss--"

He couldn't help but gasp. At that moment, the "thing" clinging to his back suddenly emitted a cold, damp aura that seeped into his very flesh and blood...

At that moment, Luo Feng almost had the illusion of being immersed in water.

His hands and feet were ice-cold, and his body was trembling.

If there were outsiders here, they would be surprised to find Luo Feng standing there motionless with a pale face, his back slightly hunched, his forehead, face, and body covered in cold sweat.

How could this happen?

Luo Feng pursed his lips tightly.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Feng was completely soaked, with sweat pouring out of his entire body.

His forehead was soaked with sweat, and his clothes looked as if they were in water. The sweat on the ground beneath his feet had formed a puddle.

This amount of sweating is clearly abnormal. If a normal person sweated this much, they would probably become dehydrated immediately.

—This is Mr. Kawaguchi!

Luo Feng frowned, feeling both surprised and suspicious. He knew that he had been possessed by another Yin Master, "Mr. Hekou".

Daoliang Immortal Master was a hanged ghost.

This Mr. Kawaguchi must be a drowned water ghost.

However, this was completely different from Diao Wudou's teachings. The old temple keeper never said that two Yin Masters would be summoned during the "inviting Yin Masters" power transmission ceremony.

This doesn't make sense!

Diao Wudou had told him that Yin Masters were all very arrogant, and it was normal to fail once or twice when he invited a Yin Master... However, this time, on his first attempt, he managed to invite two Yin Masters at once.

Right now, he could feel two heavy auras within his body, one belonging to that Daoliang Immortal Master, both sinister and cold;

Another cold and damp sensation, belonging to Mr. Kawaguchi, the drowned ghost, invaded his body from his shoulders and back.

The two different auras caused his face to turn green one moment and then pale the next.

This is unbelievable!

No, only a ghost would know what this is all about!

Luo Feng felt as heavy as if his body were filled with lead, and he was sweating profusely. Fortunately, a ball of fiery heat was surging in his dantian, bringing warmth.

However, there was one thing that bothered him: this warm current was constantly being attacked by the two icy energies of Master Daoliang and Mr. Hekou, and was being continuously depleted.

"Diao Wudou once said that this warm current should be the yin and yang energy, the essence of the two and five, also called the essence of the two and five..."

He recalled Diao Wudou's teachings.

In simple terms, the essence of the two fives refers to a person's vitality and lifespan, which is related to a person's blood, energy, and spirit.

Diao Wudou claimed that in addition to accumulating good deeds and merits, Yin Masters also need to absorb the vital essence of people to sustain themselves. This vital essence is closely related to a person's fate and lifespan.

Back then, after the Nine Incomplete Ancestor enlightened eight Yin Masters, they switched to practicing "immortal arts" and formed a connection with the Datuk lineage.

It is this very fate that allows the disciples of the Red Head Datuk Temple to invite their master to possess them as a kind of spirit medium.

In reality, each time a spirit master possesses a human body, he absorbs a trace of vital energy. For disciples of the Datuk lineage, this is equivalent to consuming their own vital energy every time they perform the ritual of summoning a spirit master.

The Datuk temple performers throughout history have all been young and vigorous men. They are strong, have plenty of yang energy, and are not afraid of losing a little bit of their vital essence.

However, when the disciples of the Jumping Child are old, they can no longer use the method of inviting a master, because doing so will shorten their lifespan.

"The vital energy of youth is abundant, while that of the elderly is weak. My energy is plentiful and my spirit is strong, so expending this little bit of energy is nothing to me."

He raised his eyebrows, tried to take a step, and found that there was no problem with his movement. So he went around in a circle, and carefully walked back with the rooster bowl on his head.

Strangely enough, the bowl on his head seemed to be held firmly in place as if it were being sucked in by something.

However, Luo Feng dared not be careless and still walked very slowly, for fear of accidentally dropping the rooster bowl on his head.

At this moment, he emerged from the rubber plantation, his entire being tense and alert. For two powerful underworld masters had graced him with their presence!

These two men, one stepping on his shoulders and the other pressed against his back, sent a chill down his spine, even though he was quite bold.

Suddenly, Luo Feng's pupils contracted sharply. He looked ahead in confusion, towards the mass grave, where a mottled, hazy, and indistinct mist was rising.

Ahead lay a long, winding road, flanked by mounds and graves of all sizes... The moonlight cast a long, thin shadow upon him.

How could there be a sudden fog in this kind of weather?

Luo Feng frowned, remembering the old man Diao's warning.

"It seems some things in the mass grave are planning to find an opportunity to interfere with me..."

He composed himself and continued walking forward.

The fog in the air was like a thin veil, spreading along the road in the mass grave.

After walking for a while, Luo Feng realized something was wrong.

He noticed a mound of earth, like a small hill, on the side of the road, ahead shrouded in mist.

However, a figure was squatting on this small hill.

Luo Feng's footing slowed down a beat.

Just then, the person squatting on top looked up at him...

The cold moonlight shone through the thin mist. Luo Feng looked up and met the person's gaze. But in that one glance, his head buzzed and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The person squatting on the grave had a hideous, bloodied face!

His face was covered in blood, and his teeth were gleaming white, making him look like a ghost that had crawled out of a coffin.