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In the basement of the house, a dim yellow light flickered, filling the air with a strange aroma that resembled the scent of human flesh being roasted.
Despite covering his nose with a handkerchief, Wang Xinyu could still catch a whiff of that faint fragrance. He heard He Naixing inside the room, where a Human Oil Lamp was burning. His stomach churned, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead; he could hardly bear the smell but was unwilling to leave the basement. Wang Xinyu wanted to witness He Naixing concocting the witchcraft Puppet, ensuring that he had no chance of survival, which would put his mind at ease.
A venomous glare flickered in Wang Xinyu's eyes as he muttered to himself, "Jiang Ling, although you have dispelled the Voodoo on you, this time, you will definitely not escape!"
Not far in front of Wang Xinyu, He Naixing knelt reverently before an altar, chanting sinister incantations while occasionally stuffing bizarre items into the Puppet resting atop the altar.
That Puppet was crafted from Wang Xinyu's hair and blood, along with others' nails, forming a Fate Puppet. After one or two nights of refinement by He Naixing, those three elements had completely merged into the Puppet, transforming it from an ordinary figure into a vessel for evil spirits.
The face of the Puppet began to take shape, revealing a blurred visage. Although it had not fully materialized yet, it bore an uncanny resemblance to Wang Xinyu's features. When that evil spirit finally took form and let out its first wail, it would signify the true success of the Fate Puppet's creation.
Outside Wang Xinyu's house, a shadow stood at his doorstep, pounding forcefully on the wooden door.
"Bang! Bang!" The knocking was so vigorous that even from within the basement, Wang Xinyu could hear it clearly.
"Who could be knocking on my door at this hour? Is it some door-to-door salesman? No matter who it is, they need to be sent away quickly!" Wang Xinyu thought nervously. He was concerned that whoever was outside might disturb He Naixing's ritual and hurriedly exited the basement.
Standing behind the wooden door, Wang Xinyu peered through the peephole and saw a ragged figure outside. Disgusted, he scoffed and said, "What kind of security is at my door that they let a homeless person in!"
Wang Xinyu pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and opened the door, preparing to shove the money into the man's hands without even looking at his face. Impatiently, he said, "Here you go, sir. Take this money and buy something to eat! Just stop knocking on my door!"
As he reached out to grab the man's left hand, he only grasped an empty sleeve. Lowering his head in disdain, Wang Xinyu remarked, "Homeless people these days are starting to con sympathy! How troublesome!"
Wang Xinyu shook his head and directly stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into the man's pocket. At that moment, he felt something was off because when he had pushed the money in, he hadn’t touched the man’s body at all; it felt as if there was nothing inside.
“Playing tricks!” Wang Xinyu muttered under his breath. Although he felt a bit scared, with He Naixing in the room, he quickly regained his courage and reached out to tug at the man's clothing.
To his astonishment, the man's clothes came off easily, revealing that inside was completely empty, save for a head floating in mid-air. Despite having mentally prepared himself, Wang Xinyu was still frightened by the sight before him.
He looked up at the grotesque head. Being trained in medicine and having performed surgeries before, he immediately recognized the scars hidden on that head. Counting them, he was horrified to discover that this head was forcibly stitched together from four different heads. Wang Xinyu's legs turned to jelly from fear as he swallowed hard and trembled, asking, “What... what are you?”
This head belonged to the Western Flying Skull, who had come seeking revenge on He Naixing. Filled with intense hatred for He Naixing, his instincts told him that He Naixing was hiding nearby. Thus, the Western Flying Skull disguised himself as before and began searching house by house for He Naixing's whereabouts; Wang Xinyu's house was the seventh he had checked.
The Western Flying Skull flew close to Wang Xinyu and inhaled deeply. With an excited expression, he said, “Caw caw! You carry He Naixing's scent; it seems he's right inside!”
With that, the Western Flying Skull forcefully crashed into Wang Xinyu's forehead, knocking him unconscious. Filled with murderous intent, he stormed into Wang Xinyu's house and quickly followed the lingering scent in the air to find He Naixing hiding in the basement.
“Caw caw! He Naixing, I finally found you! Now I will kill you to avenge us four!” The Western Flying Skull's face twisted as he let out a ghostly scream; his hair stood on end as he transformed into a blur and charged toward He Naixing.
At the moment the Western Flying Skull appeared, He Naixing stood up and picked up a bell inscribed with strange runes from the altar. With a dark expression, he said, “You foolish creature dare come seeking revenge! If I could kill you once, I can do it again!”
He Naixing shook the bell in his hand; its clear sound resonated throughout the room with a rhythmic quality. The ringing echoed in the Western Flying Skull's ears like a hundred needles stabbing into his head, threatening to tear apart his soul.
“Ah! Impossible! I clearly pulled out that Soul Binding Nail! Why can you still control me?” The Western Flying Skull screamed in agony as his head thrashed about uncontrollably, black blood oozing from his seven orifices in a pitiful display.
He Naixing let out a chilling snort and said, “Hmph! To deal with disobedient beings like you, how could I not leave behind some means when I refined you? How ridiculous that you dare return for revenge!”
After more than ten minutes, He Naixing stopped ringing the bell. At that moment, the Western Flying Skull lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He Naixing walked over and stepped down hard, producing a sound reminiscent of a watermelon bursting. The Western Flying Skull's head was crushed into a pile of mush, black blood splattering everywhere.
He Naixing shook off the bits of flesh from his foot, his expression serious as he said, "It seems something has happened with Wang Hai! He's my biggest client! Once I finish refining this Fate Puppet, I'll go check on Wang Hai to see what exactly is going on!"
He Naixing placed the bell on the altar and knelt before it again, earnestly refining the Puppet.
"Wah wah~~" The next morning, the Puppet let out a cry. The Fate Puppet had finally been completed.
(End of Chapter)
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