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Wang Hai appeared somewhat unhinged, his eyes lacking the vitality they once had. His demeanor was extremely haggard, and the skin on his face had become shriveled, marked by numerous wrinkles, as if he had aged a decade in an instant.
His expression twisted in anger as he stumbled toward me, gripping my shirt tightly. "Jiang Ling, did you kill that ghost? The one I fed with human blood to prolong my life!"
"That's right, I destroyed that ghost! Didn't you want me to teach it a lesson? I got carried away and ended up killing it!" I frowned and pushed Wang Hai away in disgust. It was clear that he had suffered a backlash from the ghost; if he didn't timely nourish another ghost with human blood, he wouldn't have much longer to live.
"You... just wait! I will make you pay for this!" Wang Hai's body was already weak, and my shove easily sent him stumbling back. He shot me a venomous glare before turning and entering the room.
"Hmph, scum like you who needs so much human blood to survive—who knows how many lives you've secretly drained! You deserve to die!" I scoffed, raising my middle finger at his retreating figure. Turning away, I continued toward the exit of the basement, feeling little excitement about what Wang Hai might do in that room.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Wang Hai's eyes darkened with rage as he spotted the shattered statue on the floor. Clenching his fists tightly, he spoke with a voice filled with malice, "I raised that ghost for ten years; I considered it my son. Jiang Ling, you've destroyed it. While I can raise another like it, I won't let you off easily!"
His eyes glinted with murderous intent as he picked up the seven statues from the altar and stepped into the blood-soaked room.
Wang Hai tossed all the statues into a bathtub filled with human blood. His expression was frenzied as he commanded, "You Seven Ghosts, feast on this human blood! Transform into Vengeful Spirits and go out to kill Jiang Ling!"
The Seven Ghosts he had raised were usually fed with pig's blood and similar offerings; they had never been given human blood before, which explained their docility.
"Hehehe! This human blood tastes so good!" The Seven Ghosts emerged from their statues, their eyes glowing red as they greedily consumed the blood in the bathtub. Within two or three seconds, the entire tub of blood was drained.
"Master, I want more human blood! Hurry!" The aura of the Seven Ghosts became frantic. They were simply consuming human blood to enhance their cultivation without passing any essence back to Wang Hai. As a result, their cultivation had surpassed that of the ghost I had destroyed but still wasn't enough to match mine.
"Eat your fill; there's plenty of human blood!" Wang Hai opened a freezer in the room to reveal frozen human blood inside—an astonishing amount prepared for use over a week.
"Wow, so much human blood! I want to consume it all!" The Seven Ghosts' eyes glowed with greedy green light as they rushed forward, tearing open the bags filled with human blood and gulping it down eagerly.
The ghosts were so impatient that blood splattered all over them, but they paid no mind, focused solely on devouring the blood from the freezer. Their presence grew stronger and more volatile with each mouthful.
"This isn't enough for the Seven Ghosts. Jiang Ling came from that Buddhist Artifact Shop; I can't underestimate him! I need to ensure everything is foolproof before I can kill him!" Wang Hai's murderous intent intensified as he allowed the Seven Ghosts to feast on the blood. He stepped out of the room and headed toward the depths of the basement.
In the deepest part of the basement, there was an open space with an iron cage in the center, containing an incredibly ugly head. During my previous search for ghosts, I had never ventured there, so I was unaware of its existence.
Wang Hai gazed at the head inside the cage, a flicker of fear crossing his face. But soon, that fear was replaced by deep-seated hatred. He took out a key, unlocked the cage door, and tossed in a blood-stained garment.
"Come out! Western Flying Skull! Kill the owner of this garment, and I'll set you free!" Wang Hai shouted into the cage. The head was an evil creation crafted by a Western Wizard, and the Western Flying Skull was something Wang Hai had purchased from that wizard who sold him ghosts.
The methods used to create the Western Flying Skull were far more sinister than those used to forge ghosts for profit. Although it appeared to be a complete head inside the cage, it was actually stitched together from four Living Persons' heads. To create the Western Flying Skull, each head had to be severed while its owner remained conscious, and within half an hour, three more heads had to be cut off using the same method. Parts from these heads were then sewn together to form one grotesque head.
This was just the beginning of its creation. After being stitched together, the Western Flying Skull required fresh blood from Living Persons to nourish it and needed to be fed with a year-old infant's heart repeatedly until forty-nine times had passed. Only then could it be considered successfully created.
"Roar~~" The Western Flying Skull in the cage let out a hoarse roar as it bit into my discarded shirt. Its hair transformed into sharp blades that swiftly shredded the garment into pieces.
"I'll kill him; just set me free!" The head had already birthed an evil spirit. Its voice was raspy as it looked up at Wang Hai. Because its two eyes belonged to different people, Wang Hai felt as though he was staring into two pairs of eyes at once, causing him to gasp in fear.
"I keep my word; as long as you kill him, I'll let you go!" Wang Hai suppressed his inner terror, his voice trembling slightly.
"Freedom! I'm about to be free! I want to kill him! Kill him!" The head screamed frantically as it floated in mid-air, transforming into a blur and rushing toward my direction.
Everything happened so quickly, just within three or four minutes. At that moment, I had just reached the exit of the basement.
"Wait? Why is there a fluctuation of Eerie Aura coming from that room?" I frowned, stopped in my tracks, and turned to look back at the previous room. I could sense the Eerie Aura in the basement, but I had not detected the presence of the Western Flying Skull.
(End of Chapter)
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