A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

"The blood of the Chen family..."

"It's finally here."

As the sound from the coffin faded, the bronze lamps in the rear hall dimmed slightly.

The black coffin trembled slightly.

The black life patterns on the coffin lid seemed to come alive, lighting up one by one.

thump.

thump.

thump.

The heartbeat became clearer and clearer.

It didn't seem like it was coming from a coffin.

It was as if the entire Qing Shi Temple was pulsating along with the coffin.

Chen Laojiu was tied to the front of the coffin, and the black needles on his body trembled all at once.

With each tremor, the color drained from his face.

"Young Master..."

"Walk……"

"Leave me alone..."

His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Chen Bufan stood three steps away from the coffin, holding the life-saving money in his hand.

He did not back down.

Lin Wanqing stood beside him, her gun pointed intently at the black coffin.

Although she knew that ordinary bullets might not be effective.

But she still did not put down her gun.

Zhang Shouyuan's face turned deathly pale, and he whispered:

"We must not allow the coffin to be opened."

Old Taoist Qingyang gritted his teeth:

"What exactly is this thing?"

Zhang Shouyuan stared at the black life-destiny pattern on the coffin lid, his voice deep and resonant:

"It's not a ghost."

"Not a corpse."

"It's not a curse either."

Chen Bufan picked up where he left off:

"It's fate."

Everyone was shocked.

Chen Bufan stared at the coffin.

"But not a complete life."

"It's a fate earned through hard work and struggle."

The voice just fell.

A soft laugh came from inside the black coffin.

"The Chen family fortune teller..."

"I can see it after all."

Click.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the coffin lid.

A thick, black gas billowed out from the crack.

The black mist didn't resemble smoke.

It's more like countless tiny lifelines intertwined.

There are vaguely visible faces inside.

An old man's face.

A child's face.

A woman's face.

A man's face.

The patient's face.

A dead man's face.

None of the faces are complete.

Some only have eyes.

Some only have mouths.

Some had half of their faces rotten.

Some are shrunken like babies.

They tumbled, struggled, and cried out in the black mist.

Soon, it was swallowed up by even deeper darkness.

Lin Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine.

"These are..."

Chen Bufan's voice was icy cold:

"A life cut short."

Zhang Shouyuan's face was grim.

"The flawed destiny that the Fate-Changing Gate has extracted over the years has all been fed into this coffin."

Old Taoist Qingyang couldn't help but curse:

"Are they crazy?"

Zhang Shouyuan gritted his teeth:

"They're not crazy."

"They are creating destiny."

More and more black mist surged from the cracks in the coffin.

Gradually, it solidified into a human shape above the coffin.

The human figure had no facial features.

There is no skin or flesh.

It is simply pieced together from fragmented lifelines.

Its head is constantly changing shape.

He looks like an old man for a moment.

One moment she's like a child.

She can act like a woman for a moment.

One moment it looks like a faceless black shadow.

This thing has no physical body.

Yet it possesses a life force.

It has no soul.

But it can speak.

I've never truly lived.

But they are even more greedy than vengeful ghosts.

It looked down at Chen Bufan.

Even though it had no eyes, Chen Bufan could clearly feel that it was watching him.

"The Chen family bloodline..."

"The Record of Destiny..."

"It smells so good."

Lin Wanqing's face turned cold:

"It wants to devour you?"

Chen Bufan said:

"It wants to take shape."

Zhang Shouyuan said urgently:

"Wrong livelihood has no physical body and cannot truly exist in the world."

"But if it swallows the blood of the main lineage of the Chen family and then the life-judging energy of the 'Record of Destiny', it can replenish its own life bones."

"At that time, it will no longer be an evil fate in the coffin."

"It is a life-saving evil fetus."

Chen Bufan's eyes darkened.

No wonder.

Chen Laojiu was just bait.

The black needles were drawing out the Chen family's life force that had tainted Chen Laojiu's body.

But that's not enough.

What this thing truly needs is Chen Bufan.

It requires the bloodline of the Chen family's main branch.

It needs the aura of the "Destiny Record".

It requires the fate of a fortune teller from the Chen family.

Chen Bufan gripped his life-saving money tightly.

"Chen Daoyuan wants to use me to make amends for you?"

The evil destiny swayed slightly.

It looks like it's nodding.

"No."

He said…

"You'll come by yourself."

"You will definitely come."

Chen Lao Jiu coughed up a mouthful of black blood and shook his head desperately.

"Young Master..."

"Don't listen..."

"He understands the Chen family..."

"He knew you would save me..."

Chen Bufan's eyes were as cold as knives.

Yes.

Chen Daoyuan understands the Chen family.

That's why this situation is so ruthless.

He knew Chen Bufan would definitely come to Qing Shi Temple.

Knowing that Chen Bufan would not stand idly by when he saw Chen Laojiu nailed to the coffin, he knew that Chen Bufan would not stand idly by.

They knew that the most difficult thing to break for the Chen family was not evil magic.

It's the rule in my own heart.

Chen Bufan slowly raised his hand.

Life and fortune hang in the balance.

Did he tell you?

"Before the Chen family rescued the person."

"Can it also kill evil spirits?"

Suddenly, Xie Ming laughed.

The laughter was mixed with the voices of countless people.

"You can't kill me."

"I am fate."

"You're overstepping your bounds."

"The stronger I become."

"The closer you get..."

"The more I take shape..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist suddenly rushed towards Chen Bufan.

Lin Wanqing immediately fired her gun.

boom!

The bullet pierced through the black mist.

No harm was caused.

Instead, it was swallowed by the black energy, producing a dull thud.

Chen Bufan raised his hand, and the life-saving money flew out.

clang!

The money was struck in the center of the dark aura.

A burst of white life force erupted.

The black aura was dispersed.

Those mutilated faces let out piercing screams.

"ah--"

"pain……"

"Help me..."

"Let me out..."

There are too many noises.

Too messy.

Like the cries of countless victims with their broken lives.

The middle-aged female talisman master turned pale upon hearing this:

"It trapped the people it had swallowed inside as well."

Zhang Shouyuan said in a deep voice:

"Therefore, we cannot simply break them apart."

"If we break it apart, those remaining lives might also be scattered."

Chen Bufan certainly knew.

That's the troublesome part.

This evil force is not a single monster.

It was achieved by risking countless lives.

If it is destroyed directly, the remaining lives that were swallowed up inside will also be destroyed.

If it is not destroyed, it will continue to devour people.

This is the most insidious aspect of the "Fate-Changing Technique".

A, who turns the victim into an evil being.

It prevents those trying to save lives from killing them.

Evil Fate clearly knew this as well.

It slowly reformed from above the black coffin.

The sound became clearer.

"The Chen family fortune teller..."

"Weren't you going to save someone?"

Come on.

"Save the lives inside me."

Black energy surged.

A child's face emerged from within.

"uncle……"

"I want to go home..."

Then, another old man's face appeared.

"I'm cold..."

"I don't want to die..."

Then came the sound of a woman crying.

"My child..."

"Where is my child...?"

Lin Wanqing's expression grew increasingly grim.

She has seen the most vicious criminals.

But such evil has gone beyond the scope of ordinary evil.

It uses the suffering of the dead to protect itself.

Use the victims' cries to stall Chen Bufan.

Chen Bufan remained steadfast.

He raised his hand to recall the life-saving money.

The life-saving coin flew back into his palm, its edges already stained with a layer of black mist.

Chen Bufan wiped it with his fingertip.

The black energy was burned away by the white light.

He looked at the coffin.

"I can't save all the disabled lives."

"But I can make sure you don't have to take a new life."

The evil fortune seemed to pause for a moment.

The next second, it suddenly darted back into the coffin crevice.

The black coffin trembled.

All the black needles on Chen Laojiu's body lit up.

"Well!"

Chen Laojiu was in so much pain that his body arched over.

His life force began to be drawn into the coffin even faster.

Lin Wanqing said urgently:

"Old Chen Jiu can't hold on any longer!"

Chen Bufan's eyes turned cold.

He stepped forward.

Zhang Shouyuan immediately shouted:

"Don't get too close!"

Chen Bufan did not stop.

He walked to within three feet of the coffin.

Evil laughter emanated from the coffin.

"Closer."

"Closer."

Chen Bufan raised his hand and pressed the money for his life directly onto the coffin lid.

boom!

The black coffin trembled violently.

A mournful, piercing scream emanated from inside the coffin.

At the same time, black flames erupted from all the talismans on the walls of the rear hall.

Zhang Shouyuan's expression changed drastically.

"He's guarding the coffin!"

Old Taoist Qingyang immediately realized what was happening and shouted to the others:

"Help him hold the line!"

Several veteran Xuanmen practitioners simultaneously formed hand seals.

The light, the yellow talisman, and the sound of the copper bell all fell simultaneously around the coffin.

Although Lin Wanqing did not understand magic, she rushed to Chen Laojiu's side immediately to check the connection point of the black needle.

"We can't pull it out, right?"

While pressing down on the coffin, Chen Bufan gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't pull it out."

"Then how can we save them?"

"Cut the thread."

Lin Wanqing immediately understood.

The black needle must not be removed.

However, the black thread at the end of the needle can break.

She drew her dagger and pressed it against the black lines on Chen Laojiu's body, cutting them one by one.

The first one was cut.

Chen Laojiu suddenly convulsed.

The evil spirit roared from inside the coffin:

"You dare!"

The second one.

The third one.

The black lines broke off one by one.

Chen Laojiu's life force was finally draining away a little slower.

However, Chen Bufan was under increasing pressure.

The evil spirits inside the coffin kept banging against the coffin lid.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

With each impact, a bloody gash appeared on Chen Bufan's palm.

His blood dripped onto the money.

The light of life-saving money shines even brighter.

But evil deeds only excite them more.

"Blood……"

"The blood of the Chen family..."

"Give me……"

The black energy tried to seep into Chen Bufan's palm through the cracks in the life coin.

Chen Bufan's eyes were icy cold.

"Go back."

He used money to nail the coffin lid shut with his blood pressure and life-saving money.

Inside the rear hall, a chilling wind howled.

The paper figures' cries came from the outer courtyard.

It was as if the entire Qing Shi Temple was struggling along with the coffin of death.

Lin Wanqing finally cut the last black thread.

Chen Laojiu's body went limp and he collapsed.

"Chen Laojiu!"

She helped Chen Laojiu up.

Chen Laojiu is still alive.

But his breathing was weak.

"Young Master..."

"Don't open the coffin..."

Chen Bufan whispered:

"I know."

He was about to intensify the crackdown on money trafficking.

But at that very moment, the voice inside the coffin suddenly changed.

It was no longer that mixed, evil voice.

It was a woman's voice.

gentle.

weak.

With a sob in her voice.

"Extraordinary..."

Chen Bufan's hand suddenly froze.

Lin Wanqing immediately looked up.

She saw Chen Bufan's expression change in that instant.

The woman's voice rang out again from inside the coffin.

"Extraordinary..."

"Mom, it hurts so much..."

"Save my mother..."

Chen Laojiu's expression changed drastically, and he shouted with all his might:

"Young Master!"

"Fake!"

"Don't listen!"

But the sound continued to come from the coffin.

It was as gentle as the whisper of a mother holding her baby in that scene from twenty years ago.

"Extraordinary..."

"Mother has been waiting for you for so long..."

"Save my mother..."

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