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In a suburban hotel in Tongcheng, a man covered in fierce and grotesque totem tattoos crushed his phone in his hand.
"Hani, shall we continue?"
With a slender waist and skin as white as jade, the enchanting figure stretched out her hands to wrap around his neck, breathless and laughing.
"Get away!"
He roughly pushed the naked woman off him. She tumbled to the floor but showed no sign of anger. Or rather, she simply could not be angry.
Due to her fall, her delicate skin was scratched by some sharp object, yet no blood flowed from the wound. Instead, a yellowish-brown straw was exposed at the injury site.
The man gulped down whiskey, his pupils reflecting a hint of ferocity.
"Daoist Zuo, what a Daoist Zuo!"
With a loud crash, he smashed the bottle in his hand and pulled out an ancient black wooden box from beneath the bed. The surface of the box was intricately carved with countless symbols, tiny like flies.
His expression solemn, he chanted a phrase in Sanskrit. The syllables resonated like deep bell tolls, heavy and low.
After finishing the incantation, he opened the box to reveal a three-headed Six-Armed Evil God Idol with a deep blue complexion. The six arms of the Evil God clutched various bloody organs and flesh, while its claw-like feet stood upon a wailing and twisted Evil Spirit's head.
The man placed the Evil God idol on the bedside, then bit off a segment of his finger with a sharp snap and offered it before the idol. His human face twisted in madness, blood staining the corners of his mouth as he began reciting ancient Sanskrit once more.
A low hum filled the air as the crimson pupils of the Evil God ignited like ghostly flames.
The decayed finger bone lay outside the idol. The man opened his eyes wide, gazing at the rotting phalanx, and grinned; this was a sign that the Evil God had responded to his call.
He pulled out a Black Talisman from his pocket, on which the words "Zuo Ci" were written in blood, and then set it ablaze.
Meanwhile, Zuo Ci, who was walking along a dark path, suddenly halted, clutching his chest as a faint palpitation coursed through him. Was something significant watching him?
Zuo Ci chuckled softly, feeling brave!
From the shadow behind him, a grotesque Ghost Claw shot out, lunging toward the center of Zuo Ci's back.
A howl echoed as a black Human-Faced Ghost erupted from Zuo Ci's back, its mouth splitting open to gnaw at the approaching Ghost Claw.
Clang!
The teeth of the Human-Faced Ghost clashed against the Ghost Claw, producing a sound like metal striking metal.
Zuo Ci casually lit a hand-rolled cigarette. Wisps of grayish-white smoke billowed from his nostrils as he took a drag, his footsteps lightly touching the ground.
A mass of shadows began to boil like water, writhing and twisting into ghostly forms. Another Ghost Claw emerged from this dark mass, reaching out behind him.
Zhang Zhong Feng Du!
This was a type of binding Spell that possessed absolute capturing power over ghostly entities within the Ling Ti realm.
Buzz!
The two Ghost Claws collided violently.
Zuo Ci's conjured ghostly hand failed to forcibly draw in the Ghost Claw into Fengdu.
Well, this is my first failure!
Zuo Ci stepped back, a smile creeping into his eyes: What a formidable creature; it seems its true form has yet to descend!
The Ghost Claw erupted with fierce Sha Qi, as if countless Evil Spirits were wailing in despair. The overwhelming sound shattered Zuo Ci's Zhang Zhong Feng Du spell.
With a swift gesture, Zuo Ci pointed his fingers, and seven ferocious shadows burst forth from his body, lunging towards the Ghost Claw to tear it apart. Seizing this opportunity, he began to refine the Zhan Xian Fei Dao.
A blood-red gourd phantom materialized behind him. Twisted ghostly figures were used as fuel to fill the Sha Qi, offered up to the Blood Gourd. The mouth of the Blood Gourd opened slightly, releasing a sharp azure-white sword light from within.
The surface of the black Ghost Claw was covered with a purple-black, scale-like keratin layer.
With a whoosh, the azure-white sword light swept through, instantly severing the Ghost Claw into two clean pieces, the broken edges gleaming like mirrors. The remaining half of the Ghost Claw began to curl up.
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