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Wang Niu was momentarily stunned. Could there be something wrong with this item?
Although he felt a strange vibe from the middle-aged man, it shouldn't be enough to make Uncle Chen explode in anger.
"Uncle Chen, what's wrong?" he asked, looking at Uncle Chen in confusion.
Uncle Chen glared at Wang Niu and said, "What do you mean what's wrong, Wang Niu? You really don't care about your own life at all. I've saved you time and again, yet you keep throwing it away."
Hearing Uncle Chen's words, Wang Niu froze for a moment and hurriedly asked what was going on.
With a cold smile, Uncle Chen opened the item left by the middle-aged man. Instantly, a strange smell wafted through the air, reminiscent of death.
Wang Niu's expression changed as he thought of something terrible. Sure enough, when he looked inside, he was completely stunned. It was a severed finger, still dripping with blood.
"How could this happen?" Wang Niu exclaimed in horror as he fell to the ground.
Uncle Chen picked up the bloody finger and tossed it into a nearby fire pit. Then, he sprinkled something over it, and suddenly flames erupted in the pit, creating a flurry of sparks.
Wang Niu jumped back in shock. The fire blazed fiercely, and after a while, dark mist began to rise from the flames. The mist gathered and floated into the air. Just as Wang Niu was about to speak to Uncle Chen, the black mist rapidly transformed into a terrifying ghostly face that lunged at him menacingly.
"Ah! Uncle Chen, help!" Wang Niu immediately threw himself to the ground.
Seeing the ghostly face appear, Uncle Chen's expression changed drastically. He quickly stepped in front of Wang Niu and pulled out a talisman from his pocket, throwing it at the ghostly face.
In an instant, flames erupted around them.
After a while, the ghostly face vanished.
"Get up already!" Uncle Chen shouted at Wang Niu.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Niu scrambled to his feet. He had nearly been scared to death by that black face.
"Uncle Chen, what on earth was that?" Wang Niu gasped for air.
Chen Shuling looked at him and said, "Heh heh, are you still afraid? Do you know you've already been targeted? That is your dark offering."
"Dark offering?" How could he not understand what Uncle Chen was saying?
Uncle Chen glanced at him and directly lifted his shirt. Wang Niu froze for a moment, instinctively looking down at his stomach.
"Why is there a ghost face here?" Wang Niu panicked, as the red mark on his abdomen had vanished, replaced by a terrifying ghostly visage.
"Isn't this because you accepted that man's gift? Do you know who that man is?" Uncle Chen asked, looking at Wang Niu.
Wang Niu shook his head. Uncle Chen continued, "That man is dead."
Wang Niu was frightened by Uncle Chen's words. How could he be dead? Although the middle-aged man looked a bit strange, he couldn't possibly be so out of touch with reality that he wouldn't know the difference between the living and the dead.
"Uncle Chen, are you sure you’re not mistaken?" Wang Niu said cautiously.
"Am I mistaken? Heh heh, just look at the floor," Uncle Chen angrily pointed to the ground, urging Wang Niu to take a look.
Wang Niu blinked in confusion and looked down, noticing many footprints imprinted on the floor.
"Uncle Chen, what is this?" He still didn't quite understand.
"Do you know what this is? These are candles used by the dead," Uncle Chen explained. "He came to find a substitute. Today is that man's death ritual. Over the next few days, his energy will surge. As long as he finds a substitute, he can return to life, and you are that substitute."
But why him?
Uncle Chen seemed to sense the confusion on Wang Niu's face and said, "Do you know why? Because the aura of Demons on you has already been exposed. I can no longer shelter you here; you must leave."
Wang Niu froze for a moment, suddenly coming to his senses. He dropped to his knees in front of Uncle Chen. "Uncle Chen, please don’t drive me away. I really don’t know where to go."
Uncle Chen looked at him, his expression somewhat complicated. "Even if I don't drive you away, staying here will only lead to your death. You accepted that man's dark offering, so naturally, you must be willing to be his substitute. Letting you go is for your own good; this way, that man won't find you, and you can save your life. His activities are confined to this area, and as long as you leave, you'll be safe."
Wang Niu understood now, but he didn't know what to do next. Even if he left, what would he do?
He looked at Uncle Chen for help. Uncle Chen sighed and turned to walk into the back room. Soon after, he emerged with an envelope in hand and handed it to Wang Niu. "Take this. When you get to River Town, find a man named Old Li. Give this to him; he will take you in."
Wang Niu stared at the envelope in his hands, feeling a surge of warmth as tears streamed down his face.
"Uncle Chen," he choked out.
Seeing Wang Niu like this made Uncle Chen feel heavy-hearted as well. "Go on now; our fates have come to an end."
Wang Niu wanted to say something but held back his words. He bowed deeply three times to Uncle Chen before leaving.
He glanced back at Uncle Chen's shop, feeling a deep ache in his heart.
With that, he left and set off toward River Town.
However, Wang Niu was unaware that the dangers awaiting him on the road to River Town were far greater.
He walked for a long time, and before he knew it, night had fallen.
A strange atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.
Wang Niu cautiously surveyed the area; it felt as though something was watching him. He looked around but saw nothing unusual. Swallowing hard, he spotted a temple ahead and quickly made his way inside.
As soon as he entered, a white shadow flickered past him, freezing him in place as he gulped down cold air.
Then Wang Niu began to examine the temple.
The temple looked dilapidated, as if no one had entered for a long time, covered in dust and cobwebs.
In front of him stood a broken statue of Buddha.
The statue had a very fierce appearance.
He swallowed hard, feeling an urge to leave the temple, but he knew that outside would be even more dangerous. Although he had stepped out of the area dominated by the middle-aged man, he was still on the edge.
Who knew if that middle-aged man would pounce on him?
So, he decided to stay in the temple for the night. He began to tidy up the place, but halfway through, he suddenly sensed something was off.
The moon outside suddenly became very bright, unusually so compared to usual.
Wang Niu stopped what he was doing and quietly walked to the door. Through the wall paper on the door, he saw shadows appearing outside.
This sent a chill down his spine. Could it be that the middle-aged man had come?
While he was lost in thought, footsteps echoed from outside, reminiscent of ancient soldiers.
Wang Niu's heart raced. Why were there such sounds at this late hour? Could it be Yin Soldiers?
At this thought, Wang Niu felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. Could it really be Yin Soldiers?
He became even more cautious, covering his nose in fear of encountering them.
Suddenly, the footsteps grew closer, and he felt slight tremors beneath his feet. Startled, he quickly hid in a corner.
At that moment, the moonlight illuminated everything outside the door, casting shadows on the ground.
He was taken aback, still trying to figure out what was happening when suddenly, the footsteps stopped at the entrance of the temple, as if something was propped against it.
His heart raced with anxiety as he shrank deeper into the corner, afraid to come out.
At that moment, the door was suddenly flung open.
A chilling wind swept in from outside, causing him to shiver all over as his gaze fixed on the doorway.
At that time, more and more shadows were cast on the floor.
Could it really be Yin Soldiers?
Wang Niu's heart grew increasingly uneasy. Surely these Yin Soldiers weren't coming in?
To his surprise, the next second, he heard footsteps moving into the temple.
The shadows on the ground drew closer and closer until Wang Niu saw three men dressed in ancient clothing enter. They looked somewhat like soldiers.
The faces of these Yin Soldiers appeared extremely terrifying; their expressions were bizarre and unsettling, giving off a frightening vibe.
Suddenly, these Yin Soldiers began to cackle, as if they were exchanging some sort of message among themselves.
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