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"Wang Xinyu, you really are useless!" He Naixing cursed with a displeased expression. He had already prepared a group of Zombies for Wang Xinyu, but he didn't expect him to collapse so quickly.
"You are Jiang Ling! You caused Wang Hai's death, didn't you?" He Naixing slowly walked over to Wang Xinyu's side, his gaze cold and his tone unfriendly.
Seeing He Naixing's appearance, my first impression was that this person had abused drugs too much; he had become unhealthily thin. He Naixing looked sinister, clearly not a good person, and it made me feel very uncomfortable.
I stopped reciting the Sutra, picked up the Demon-Subduing Staff beside me, and watched He Naixing warily. I tentatively said, "Wang Hai died at the hands of the Western Flying Skull; it has nothing to do with me! Since you know Wang Hai is dead, it seems that the Western Wizard who tried to revive him is you!"
A chilling murderous intent flickered in He Naixing's eyes as he spoke in a grim voice, "Wang Hai was my biggest benefactor. Although you didn’t directly harm him, his death is still your responsibility! Tonight, I will kill you to avenge Wang Hai!"
Hearing He Naixing's righteous tone, I scoffed disdainfully and pointed at the Yellow-Haired Leopard and his group not far away. "Hmph! He Naixing, how can you say such grandiose words? You killed them all, didn’t you? Not only did you kill them, but you also turned them into Zombies. What right do you have to kill me, you twisted Western Wizard?"
"You'll find out soon enough whether I have the right to kill you!" He Naixing's expression darkened at my words. He turned to Wang Xinyu and said, "Wang Xinyu, control these Zombies and lead them away; don’t get in my way. I’m about to use my final trump card!"
"Master He, I understand!" Excitement flickered in Wang Xinyu's eyes as he shook the bell in his hand, forcing the group of Zombies to drive Lin Hanyu away.
After a while, the area between He Naixing and me became empty; we were separated by more than ten steps.
I looked at He Naixing in the distance, calculating that if I charged over at full speed, I could reach him in just five or six seconds.
A glint flashed in my eyes as I tightened my grip on the Demon-Subduing Staff and thought to myself: "Strike first to gain the upper hand; those who hesitate will suffer! There’s no need for courtesy when dealing with scum like him!"
With a plan in mind, my body swayed as I quickly charged towards He Naixing. In no time, I was just five steps away from him. I raised the Demon-Subduing Staff high above my head and swung it down towards his body.
"Ha ha! You finally couldn't hold back any longer!" He Naixing let out a sinister laugh, as if he had anticipated my rush. Calmly, he took out the puppet from his possession and inserted a needle into the puppet's left heel.
"Wah wah~~" The evil spirit inside the puppet emitted a child's cry that pierced directly into my ears, unsettling my mind.
"Why does that sound tug at my heartstrings so much? Is it He Naixing's sorcery?" I furrowed my brow, a sense of foreboding rising within me. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my left heel, and my entire left leg seized up, leaving me utterly powerless. My body fell heavily to the ground due to inertia, but thankfully, at the last moment, I managed to shield my face with my arm.
I gritted my teeth against the pain and quickly got back on my feet. I fixed my gaze on the puppet in He Naixing's hand and asked cautiously, "He Naixing, what did you just do to me? What kind of cursed thing are you holding?"
"Ha ha! Jiang Ling, take a good look; this is the Fate Puppet I specially crafted for you!" He Naixing chuckled triumphantly, raising the puppet and shaking it in front of me. "This Fate Puppet is made from your hair, blood, and nails! It is now bound to your life; if I destroy this puppet, you will die instantly!"
After hearing He Naixing's explanation and seeing that the puppet bore an uncanny resemblance to me, my heart raced with fear. I swallowed hard and feigned calmness as I declared loudly, "He Naixing, stop trying to scare me! With your level of Western Sorcery, you could never kill someone without them knowing!"
"Ha ha! You don't believe me? Then I'll show you!" He Naixing grinned ominously as he took the needle and stabbed it into the puppet's head. "A person's hair grows from their head, and their soul resides there as well. Hair carries the essence of the soul; it's crucial for crafting a Fate Puppet. Only with hair can we summon the evil spirit of the Fate Puppet!"
"Now let’s see how it feels to have your soul torn apart!" He Naixing plunged the needle into the puppet's head. The evil spirit within let out a wretched scream, and I felt something inside my head begin to crack open, an excruciating pain surging through my mind.
"Ah!" I screamed in agony; color drained from my face as beads of cold sweat streamed down my forehead. There was no time to think about anything else; all I could do was clutch my head in despair and roll on the ground in torment.
Not far away, Wang Xinyu watched this scene unfold with a satisfied expression. He let out a lewd laugh and said, "Ha ha! Jiang Ling, this is what you get for offending me! The torment has only just begun; I won't let you die so easily!"
After three or four minutes passed, I lay on the ground with vacant eyes. My mind had gone blank from the immense suffering inflicted on my soul. I could no longer feel the sharp pain in my head or think clearly; it was as if I had become a senseless walking corpse.
"Jiang Ling, you can't hold on any longer! I'm honestly a bit disappointed!" He Naixing shook his head ominously. Pulling the needle out of the puppet's head, he said, "Hair gives rise to the soul; blood gives rise to internal organs; nails give rise to bones! Now let's make sure you experience the other two pains!"
He Naixing held the embroidery needle in his hand and frantically stabbed it into the internal organs of the Puppet. Soon, numerous holes appeared on the Puppet's body, and its evil spirit became weak, unable to even let out a scream.
I felt a sweetness in my throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood was spat out. Although I couldn't feel any pain, my internal organs had suffered severe damage, causing blood to involuntarily spill from my mouth.
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and glared at He Naixing with murderous intent, cursing loudly, "He Naixing, you bastard! If you have the guts, kill me!"
He Naixing looked at me with a mocking gaze. He had grown tired of playing with the Puppet and said ominously, "Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"
With that, He Naixing grabbed the Puppet by its two legs and pulled hard, tearing it apart into two halves.
(End of Chapter)
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