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The two corpses had already decayed significantly, and the Yin Qi was heavy; ordinary people really couldn't handle them. Ye Mingshang threw out a few talismans and, after searching around, found no other enemies. He then cracked his fingers.
"Is it just you two? Then... it’s time to end this."
Before his words fell, Ye Mingshang charged forward like a bolt of lightning, creating a small pit in the ground beneath his feet. In the blink of an eye, he reached the female corpse, clapping his hands together repeatedly until the corpse was covered with talismans in no time.
"Urgent Order! Explode!"
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a loud bang, the corpse was blown to pieces, but the explosion also caused the long-neglected Cellar to begin collapsing.
"Rumble!"
With a violent shaking, chunks of debris fell. Realizing the danger, Ye Mingshang quickly dashed out of the Cellar. Just as he burst through the exit, the ground behind him suddenly caved in, creating a large pit.
"That was close; I almost got caught here. I was too careless," Ye Mingshang wiped the cold sweat from his brow and quietly made his way back.
The earlier commotion had been quite loud, and upon returning, he encountered some curious individuals wanting to check it out.
"What just happened?" one person asked in confusion.
"Nothing much; just a collapse in the Cellar. There's nothing interesting to see, so you should head back," Ye Mingshang deflected, pushing the curious person away.
The Fat Guy and Joan also came over, inquiring about what had happened. Ye Mingshang briefly explained the situation, and both of them sighed in relief.
"So, does that mean there is no danger now?" Joan asked.
Ye Mingshang remained silent, but the Fat Guy shook his head and said, "Not necessarily. Who knows if those two corpses are all the danger? Maybe they are just one of the threats."
Ye Mingshang nodded as well. "What the Fat Guy said is correct. The danger has not been eliminated. I cannot be sure if there are other dangers, so we must remain vigilant until we return safely."
Time passed slowly, and soon night deepened. There was no internet here, so naturally, they had limited entertainment options. Besides a few who were still chatting and playing cards, most of the other students had gone to sleep.
During this time, quite a few students wanted to go out for a stroll, which exhausted several people. After all, you couldn't just force them back inside. Fortunately, thanks to Ye Mingshang's Puppet spell, several Puppets were created to follow them around, and thankfully nothing unexpected happened.
Seeing that all the Fellows were safely inside the house, the Fat Guy plopped down on the ground and exclaimed, "Oh! These troublesome ones really wore me out."
Joan handed each of them a bottle of water and opened one for herself as well. After taking a sip, she sighed and said, "Isn't that right? We can't tell them the truth; being thought of as crazy is minor compared to causing panic."
Ye Mingshang took a big gulp and said, "It's getting late; you should go rest. We have to keep watch all night. You can switch with me in three hours."
"Master, let me take over; you go rest," Joan suggested.
"No need for that. I'm different from you; I can go without sleep for several days without issue. You all should go to sleep; don't worry about me," Ye Mingshang waved his hand dismissively.
Joan wanted to say more but was stopped by the Fat Guy. "Stop wasting time; we've already delayed enough. Set an alarm; we'll switch with him in three hours."
"Alright then, Master, take care of yourself."
"Mm, go on."
The two went to a corner to rest, while Ye Mingshang sat alone near the door. There weren't many people around, as it was still cold outside, especially in the mountains where the temperature was almost seven or eight degrees below zero.
Ye Mingshang wore his usual black leather jacket, with just a single layer underneath. The jacket was open, yet he didn't seem cold at all. Everyone was used to this by now; after all, there were still people wearing tank tops in the middle of winter.
Sitting by the door and watching the increasingly vibrant red outside, he furrowed his brow and murmured softly, "With the blood moon hanging high, I wonder what calamities will come."
...
In a dark and cold grand hall, a figure was almost completely concealed in shadows. He was wrapped in a large black robe, and moonlight streamed in just enough to illuminate half of his exposed face. His chin was long, and his skin was so pale that even the blood-red moonlight couldn't mask its corpse-like whiteness.
"Hehehe!" The figure in black slightly parted his lips, letting out a chilling laugh that echoed hauntingly through the vast hall.
"Finally, it's here! With the blood moon above, the glory of my Witch Clan is about to arrive!" The figure spread his arms wide, facing the blood moon with fervor.
...
In the underworld, within a magnificent palace, a handsome man dressed in a yellow brocade dragon robe stood on a terrace. He held a beautifully decorated cup intricately carved with dragon motifs, filled with bright red wine that resembled blood.
The Dragon Robe Man took a gentle sip from the cup and gazed at the enormous blood moon that seemed to dye the sky crimson. He softly said, "With the appearance of the blood moon and impending calamities, is this destined for me, Chen Huaisheng, to restore the glory of Ming..."
In a vast sea, the calm waves gently lapped against the sandy beach of a small island. Although it was late at night, the moonlight illuminated the surroundings, dispelling the darkness. An old man with a white beard, dressed in a long robe, stood on the highest cliff of the island, gazing up at the sky while lightly stroking his beard.
"It has been many years since I have seen such a large and red moon. It seems that chaos is about to unfold in this world!"
At this moment, similar events were occurring in many places. Demons and evil cults were stirring, eager to take advantage of the impending turmoil. Meanwhile, righteous figures from the Taoist Sect, Buddhist Seal, and Christian Church wore solemn expressions; those who understood the significance of the blood moon looked grave.
"Amitabha! A great calamity is approaching; it seems I must return to action," said Dunkong from Qingyun Temple, dressed in white monk robes, with hands clasped together, his voice resonating like thunder.
"Almighty Lord, please dispel the impending demons and restore time and peace. Amen!" In a Christian Church, a missionary with Western features held a silver small cross and prayed silently.
Besides them, the national authorities had also taken notice of this unusual celestial phenomenon. A green-clad old general was making a phone call, his voice bold and commanding. "Get me the people from Xuanmen! Notify all Xuanmen authorities to come to my office for a meeting! Right now!"
This night would become a dividing line between peace and disaster...
(To be continued.)
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