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Lu Jianguo and Big Mouth Lee were not slow to react; as soon as Furball spoke, they charged forward.
King Ghost Child was trapped by Furball's spell, making him an easy target. There was no reason for Lu Jianguo and Big Mouth Lee to hold back. Lu Jianguo first thrust the Divine Whip, smeared with his blood, directly into King Ghost Child's eye. The creature let out a piercing scream as dark mist poured from its eye sockets.
Big Mouth Lee grabbed a thick iron rod and swung it at Ghost Head.
It was brutal and straightforward.
It seemed everyone was venting their frustrations; even recalling it later sent chills down their spines!
Lu Jianguo swung the Divine Whip, and while such force might only push a mortal back several steps, against the Yin People, it was an unstoppable blow!
The impact struck King Ghost Child's head like a truck repeatedly running over it. The sound of "boom, boom, boom" echoed continuously, resembling an earthquake. The buildings in the courtyard, already decaying with time, could hardly withstand such force. As the ground trembled, I could clearly see cracks appearing on the surrounding walls.
Finally, King Ghost Child fell silent!
At that moment, the Demons outside let out piercing screams of Crawling All Over before retreating like a receding tide, disappearing without a trace in an instant!
From their behavior, it was clear that King Ghost Child had been taken down by Zhou Jing. Its body was enveloped in Eerie Energy and Killing Intent; however, the Eight Pieces of White Softshell Turtle Shell clinging to it did not fall off. Instead, the golden light emanating from it grew even more intense.
As for Furball, he lay on the ground like a monk in deep meditation, exuding calmness and silence.
"Hahaha! You bastard! This is interesting; you actually managed to take down my King Ghost Child!"
At that moment, the voice of the Necromancer echoed again from inside the house, sharp and grating: "Wonderful! An excellent collaboration! It seems I truly came to China at the right time; otherwise, letting you grow stronger would be a disaster!"
"Who are you?!"
I held the Hundred Slicing Blade aloft and stepped toward the house: "Since we've come this far, why not show yourself!"
The house remained silent with no response; only the chilling wind swept through, leaving me with nothing but the sound of whistling air in my ears.
"Be cautious!"
Lu Jianguo said gravely to me: "The Necromancer's methods are unpredictable; stay alert!"
I nodded silently.
The Necromancer was indeed tricky, much like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows; you never knew when it would strike with a fatal blow!
Having just taken down the King Ghost Child, this Necromancer should have been panicking after losing its protective spirit. Yet, the calmness in its voice suggested otherwise; perhaps it had other means of defense. As I approached the house, my palms began to sweat coldly, fearing that one misstep could lead to disaster!
Ten meters.
Five meters.
Just as I stepped onto the stairs leading to the main room, I heard a sound from inside—“Kara”—as if a door had opened!
Could it be that there was a back door to this main room?
Realizing this, my expression changed instantly, and I shouted, “Not good! A delaying tactic! It’s trying to escape, chase it!”
At this point, I was practically at the door. Without hesitation, I kicked it open. The door was so decayed that it couldn’t withstand my kick. With a loud crash, the door flew open, and I charged in with my Hundred Slicing Blade drawn!
The room was pitch black, filled with some ancient furniture that had long since deteriorated, weathered by a hundred years and devoid of any collectible value. The furniture was strewn about haphazardly, covered in thick dust, still bearing witness to the massacre that occurred over two hundred years ago when the Manchu exterminated the White Lotus Sect near the East Gate.
What stunned me was that the back door of what was clearly the living room was tightly shut and locked from the inside; it hadn’t been forced open at all. However, to my right, the door to a bedroom stood ajar!
Could it be...?
A bad feeling stirred within me.
“Gagagagaga.”
Without warning, a voice echoed through the living room: “Child, you have indeed come in!”
The source of the voice was directly above me!
I jumped in shock and looked up, only to feel my scalp tingle with terror!
There, on the beam above the living room, a human head rested, grinning down at me in an eerily unsettling manner!
Indeed, it was a human head, but the neck was still connected to the vessel, esophagus, trachea, and some tendons. Beneath these vessels, esophagus, trachea, and tendons hung a large mass of internal organs, including a stomach and lungs, which looked quite disgusting!
The head was plump with flesh, but its nose bridge was slightly higher than that of the Han people, and the eye sockets were deeper. It was clear that this was a characteristic of Southeast Asian descent. At that moment, it grinned at me, revealing a set of white teeth, its eyes gleaming with pride!
This was the Flying Head Technique!
The words popped into my mind without warning, leaving me momentarily stunned. I never expected to encounter the Flying Head Technique myself!
The Flying Head Technique might be one of the most sinister and fearsome forms of Spirit Control Technique. A Necromancer uses talismans and their own descent to allow their head to fly away from their body, enhancing their own power in the process!
However, practicing this Spirit Control Technique is not an easy task; it is extremely evil. To succeed, one must send their head out every night to suck blood from living beings—cats for cat blood, dogs for dog blood, humans for human blood—until their digestive organs are filled. Only then will the head return to digest the blood it has consumed.
The Flying Head Technique is said to have seven stages, each requiring forty-nine continuous bloodsucking sessions. Once all seven stages are completed, the Necromancer practicing the Flying Head Technique transforms into a creature akin to a demon. They no longer need to drag their digestive organs around; their head can go wherever it pleases, but they must consume the fresh blood of unborn infants every month.
In summary, anyone practicing the Flying Head Technique could end up killing countless living beings!
The individual I encountered seemed not yet to have reached that near-demonic level; at least he still had to drag his digestive organs around to suck blood. However, he would still be difficult to deal with!
Just as I was stunned by this revelation, the head on the beam lunged toward me with its mouth wide open!
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