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Early in the morning, Black Cripple was retching uncontrollably.
One should never indulge too much in good wine; a slight buzz is far better than drunkenness. This old fellow had overindulged in Wuliangye, and as a result, he woke up to vomit sour bile. Last night, during the duel, he had been oblivious to everything outside, completely focused on drinking Wuliangye, unaware of anything else.
Zuo Ci did not have a room to sleep in; instead, after washing up, he began to eat breakfast. The breakfast was brought by Guan Jintang. Normally, this task would fall to Zuo Bei, but unfortunately, he too had drunk too much and had yet to wake up.
Zuo Ci took large bites of the fried dough sticks while looking at Guan Jintang and asked, "You’re up so early?"
"I can’t sleep!" Guan Jintang replied with a haggard expression. "Dou Lao is missing, and I have no idea where my children are. I simply can’t sleep at all!"
Zuo Ci's eyes flickered. He knew that Guan Jintang's son had been buried beneath the Old Huai Tree as the focal point of their office's formation. His soul had been refined by the Old Daoist and could not be saved.
In that case, Zuo Ci had conveniently refined his corpse into Shiki Zai. This technique was derived from the Evil Arts discovered within Mao Lei's soul. Shiki Zai, also known as Guardian Shiki, could parasitize any corpse's vital points; the more malevolent the corpse, the better.
The corpses that carried a malevolent aura could be refined into extreme yin and extreme malevolence, comparable to Fa Jing's Li Gui. It could not only parasitize...
Moreover, it could manipulate the power of the Shi Sha. To cultivate it into a formidable evil spirit, Zuo Ci even fed it Hong Shuang Sha. Using it as the focal point, he buried all the deceased cultivators' Flesh in the ground according to the formation's sequence.
The environment surrounding the office had long turned into a natural graveyard and a gathering place for Yin energy due to the battles fought there. Zuo Ci took advantage of this and set up the Bai Liao Formation. This formation was learned from the corpse-raising inn in Xiangxi. The formation master only needed to use soul blood as a guide to command a horde of corpses to break through the earth, making this formation incredibly powerful. If the Shi Sha were fierce enough, it could even annihilate those in the Dao Realm, as Shi Sha feared neither life nor death and felt no pain.
It is well known that the higher one's cultivation, the stronger their Flesh becomes. Figures like Mao Lei, Suit Man, Old Daoist, and Old Baldy were all considered top-tier cultivators. Their corpses could undoubtedly be transformed into zombies. Zuo Ci planned to refine them into Vajra Corpses. Vajra Corpses were a unique type of Shi Sha; they were not only impervious to blades and bullets but also immune to spells.
Guan Jintang's son had died a painful death, his soul devoured, filled with extreme resentment. Even without a soul lingering within, the Grievance of his corpse was thick; moreover, this young man was born with an exceptionally Yin constitution, making him ideal material for crafting sinister entities.
Zuo Ci proceeded without hesitation. Using Guan Jintang's son's corpse as the primary material, he infused it with the souls of Old Daoist and Suit Man and inscribed the Yan Zhen technique on its forehead. This could be considered a form of revenge against Guan Jintang!
"Guan Boss, your son is dead!" Zuo Ci said calmly.
Bang! The porcelain bowl of soy milk in Guan Jintang's hand shattered on the ground. His pupils widened in rage as he glared at Zuo Ci, his hand trembling uncontrollably as he whispered, "Is that true?"
"I saw it with my own eyes!"
Zuo Ci pondered for a moment and felt that something was amiss. He continued, "When I discovered it, he was already dead. The other party was ruthless and had no intention of negotiating with you. They devoured both your son's flesh and soul completely!"
"They even consumed his soul?" Guan Jintang dared not respond.
"Yes, not a trace remains; his bones are gone, and his soul has scattered!"
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