infodatos Chapter 92 The Descendant of the Evil God, [Danger Level: ★★★★★★★]
Chapter 92 The Descendant of the Evil God, [Danger Level: ★★★★★★★]
Chapter 92 The Descendant of the Evil God, [Danger Level: ★★★★★★★]
hiss~
Lu Yuan gasped.
Before going up the mountain, he had inquired thoroughly about the situation in Mangniu Village.
The woman who jumped into a well during the Guangxu era was pregnant at the time of her death, but did not give birth.
The so-called "Mother-Child Killing" means that the child was never born.
The way that red-clad evil spirit was holding a baby just now gave off a strange vibe.
At the time, Lu Yuan only thought it was some kind of mutation after the evil spirit took shape.
It now appears that there were two coffins in the well, one large and one small.
That's strange.
Could it be that when the Ghost-Controlling Liu family set up this scheme decades ago, they even went down into the well to perform a cesarean section on the female corpse?
Then the removed fetus was placed separately into a small coffin?
Hey!
You know what, the Liu family who control ghosts are actually doing quite well!
Lu Yuan lay prone at the well opening and shouted down, "Then open the smaller one and take a look!"
"It might not be the true form of the evil spirit inside; it's more likely some kind of magical artifact left behind by the Liu family, or the key to the entire evil spell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Jiji refused repeatedly from below.
"No! Absolutely not!"
His voice was filled with obvious fear.
"What if I open the lid and something jumps out and hits my face?!"
"There's so little space at the bottom of this well, I have nowhere to hide!"
Lu Yuan curled his lip upon hearing his cowardly appearance.
"Then tie the rope to the small coffin, and we'll pull it up."
There was a moment of silence in the well.
Tan Jiji's voice came again: "Then throw down another rope."
Ok?
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
Tan Jiji's voice trembled with tears as she shouted defiantly, "Nonsense!"
"I'm scared to be left down here with a huge coffin, without any ropes connecting me to you!"
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but curl their lips in disapproval.
Where's that tone you used at the beginning?!
How did it change so quickly!
As Wang Chengan untied the spare rope and threw it down, he muttered under his breath, "So much trouble."
"Besides, if something really happens, and the coffin blocks the well opening, even if you tie ten ropes to it, you still can't pull it up."
These words, though few, were clearly conveyed.
Tan Jiji, who was underground, instantly flew into a rage, jumping up and down and yelling, "Hey!!!!!"
"That's not what you said when you told me to come down!"
Two hours later.
The four men slumped against the dry well, panting heavily.
Raising the two coffins from the well was a physically demanding task, requiring immense strength and stamina, without any roller skates. It left Lu Yuan and the other two exhausted.
Tan Jiji, on the other hand, was holding it in.
Later, due to insufficient oxygen in the mine, his tinderbox went out.
Tan Jiji was so frightened that she cried out like a chicken and a bird, even more shrill than the evil spirit from before.
At this moment, two dark coffins lay silently before them.
One big, one small.
Instead of taking action, the four sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing and recover their strength. At the same time, they placed several talismans around the coffin to ward off evil spirits, just in case.
A dozen minutes later, everything was ready.
The crowd stood up and surrounded the small coffin.
Xu Erxiao, carrying an entrenching tool, found the gap in the coffin lid and pried it open with all his might.
"Clang!"
The edge of the shovel was firmly embedded in the rotten wood.
Lu Yuan judged in his heart that this was most likely not the so-called Zi Sha.
It is more likely to be some kind of sinister offering used to nurture the mother's evil spirit, or some kind of evil magic medium.
Of course, there's no use thinking about it now.
The answer lies beneath this coffin lid.
Xu Erxiao gripped the shovel handle tightly with both hands, his muscles bulging, and pressed down sharply.
Lu Yuan and Wang Chengan stood on either side of the coffin, talismans already held between their fingers.
Tan Jiji held up a Bagua bronze mirror, pointing it at the seam of the coffin, her expression tense.
Crack—Squeak—
A sickening scraping sound rang out as a finger-width crack was pried open in the decaying coffin lid.
An indescribable stench erupted instantly!
That wasn't just the smell of a corpse.
Instead, it was a complex odor, a mixture of thick blood, putrid grease, aged herbs, and some kind of cold, filthy substance, as if it had concentrated the most filthy things in the world into one.
The smell was so strong and pungent that even though the four of them were prepared and held their breath, they still felt a wave of foul air rushing to their heads, making their eyes sting and their stomachs churn.
chi chi-
Wisps of extremely faint dark green smoke seeped out from the cracks.
It emits a faint corroding sound upon contact with air and gives off a strange smell of rust mixed with sulfur.
"Corpse Demon Transformation! Be careful!"
Tan Jiji gave a low shout, activating the bronze mirror. The bronze light shone brightly, dispelling the green smoke.
Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed, signaling Xu Erxiao to continue.
boom!
Xu Erxiao kicked the entrenching tool, and the coffin lid was completely ripped open with a piercing screech, falling to one side.
The four of them immediately peered inside.
The sight inside the coffin made all four of them feel physically uncomfortable.
Inside the small coffin was a thick layer of viscous substance that had turned dark brown.
It looked like congealed blood plasma mixed with some kind of grease and herbal residue.
In the center of this filthy "mattress" lay curled up an extremely small, deformed, and unbearable-to-look-at fetal corpse.
Lu Yuan frowned and stepped forward to take a look.
this??
There really is a child inside.
But this child—
First of all, Lu Yuan is not a medical student.
But as a high school student on Earth, one should at least have studied biology.
This child doesn't look like the kind that was born normally.
They're not fully developed yet; they look only about four or five months old!
Is this the child in the woman's womb when she threw herself into the well?
He was forcibly removed from the corpse?!
That----
Is this the "Child Sha" in the "Mother-Child Sha" formation?
Lu Yuan went up and examined it carefully again.
There is indeed an ominous aura, but—
It's not much; in fact, this amount of malevolent energy isn't even enough for an ordinary malevolent spirit to condense.
Not to mention becoming the main evil spirit in a situation where "the mother is the assistant and the son is the master".
The four exchanged glances, all seeing the same confusion in each other's eyes.
No one spoke.
Um----
next second.
boom!
Without hesitation, Xu Erxiao swung his entrenching tool again, embedding it fiercely into the gap of the large coffin!
With a muffled thud, the lid of the large coffin was suddenly flung open.
Lying inside was the very body of the woman in red.
In stark contrast to the blurry and distorted appearance of the previous evil spirit, the female corpse in the coffin was exceptionally well-preserved.
This makes it all the more terrifying.
The woman's face was clearly discernible; her skin was a deathly pale blue-white, devoid of any color.
However, it was not severely rotten or shriveled; instead, it had a strange sense of "fullness."
Her eyes were wide open, her pupils cloudy, staring intently upwards, her gaze filled with endless resentment, pain, and despair.
Her lips were stiffly turned down, as if she were an eternally weeping expression.
The woman's hands were folded over her abdomen, her ten long, black fingernails digging deeply into her flesh.
There were clear, dark purple marks around her neck, wrists, and ankles, obviously caused by long-term binding with some kind of rope.
What made Lu Yuan's pupils shrink the most were the three things on her body.
On her forehead, in her heart, and in her lower abdomen, there were three thin, rusty copper nails.
The nail was covered with twisted runes.
Lu Yuan: "?????????"
"!!!!!!!!!"
this??!!
Forehead, chest, dantian?!
ha??!!
Upon seeing the three copper nails, Lu Yuan's mind went completely blank.
He finally couldn't hold back anymore.
His face was filled with astonishment and shock!
This scene instantly reminded him of—
Gu Qingwan!!
First of all, it should be noted that these three copper nails are completely different from the amulets on Gu Qingwan's major acupoints!
Completely different!
But why did Lu Yuan suddenly lose his composure like this?
That's because the technique used on these three copper nails is the same as the amulet coins pressed on Gu Qingwan's major acupoints!
How do you explain that?
It's just like a painting!
This painting depicts a dog, while that painting depicts a fish, or perhaps mountains and rivers.
The things in the painting are completely different!
They have absolutely nothing in common!
but!
This painting is a traditional Chinese ink painting!
Therefore, everyone knows that this is a Chinese painting!
The restriction on Gu Qingwan's body.
Is it related to the Ghost-Controlling Liu family?!
This thought exploded in Lu Yuan's mind like a thunderclap.
He stood there completely stunned.
Lu Yuan wasn't afraid; on the contrary, he was overjoyed.
this??
This is like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly!
At this moment, Tan Jiji, Xu Erxiao, and Wang Chengan were completely unaware of Lu Yuan's unusual behavior behind them.
All three of them were completely focused on the large coffin, their brows furrowed.
Wang Chengan pulled out his wooden sword, reached into the coffin, and gently poked around the female corpse with the tip of the sword.
He touched here and picked at there, as if searching for some unknown key.
suddenly!
Wang Chengan froze.
The next second, he let out a strange cry as if he was being choked, and his whole body was suddenly thrown backward!
"Oh my god!!"
"I'm so scared!!!"
This piercing scream shattered the already tense atmosphere!
This really startled Lu Yuan and the other two!
He, Xu Erxiao, and Tan Jiji immediately turned around.
Wang Cheng'an was slumped a few steps away, his face drained of color.
The wooden sword in his hand trembled incessantly as he pointed at the large coffin, his lips quivering as he looked at Lu Yuan.
"Lu—Lu—Brother Lu—"
Xu Erxiao darted away from the coffin and shouted urgently at Wang Cheng'an, "Eek!!!"
"Say it then!"
"What happened?!"
Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold, and the magic sword on his back was instantly drawn.
He rushed to the coffin, his eyes like lightning, fixed on the motionless red-clad female corpse inside.
Without turning his head, he asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?!"
Two words finally escaped from Wang Cheng'an's deathly pale lips.
"Belly—Belly—"
Lu Yuan's gaze suddenly sharpened.
He subtly adjusted the tip of his magic sword, refraining from rashly slashing out of panic.
He steadied his breathing, made a "corpse-suppressing and soul-stabilizing incantation" with his left hand, and pressed an invisible aura towards the coffin opening, while slowly extending the magic sword horizontally with his right hand.
The sword tip is extremely light and extremely stable.
It precisely targeted the loose, sunken hem of the red dress on the woman's abdomen.
The tip of the sword touched the rough, worn-out fabric, making an extremely faint "rustling" sound, which sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the mountaintop.
Xu Erxiao and Tan Jiji held their breath, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets, staring intently at the tip of Lu Yuan's sword and the unknown hidden beneath the hem of his robe.
The dark red fabric was slowly lifted by the tip of the sword.
Beneath the fabric was not the shriveled, flat abdomen one might imagine, nor was it rotting flesh.
What came into view was a huge and gruesome vertical slit in the abdomen of the female corpse!
The gash, like a cruel mouth, tore from below her sternum all the way to her pubic bone, almost ripping open her entire abdominal cavity.
The flesh rolled up to both sides, with jagged edges, as if it had been torn apart by some blunt instrument or the claws of a wild beast, rather than cut by a sharp blade.
The skin and flesh at the wound site were a dark reddish-black color, and the texture was like rotten cotton soaked in blood.
The strangest thing is that it neither rotted nor healed.
It was as if some sinister force had permanently "fixed" it in a terrifying state between rot and "freshness".
The most chilling and terrifying sight is right inside this crack!
The abdominal cavity, which should have been empty, did not reveal the blackened organs.
It was forcibly pulled and sewn together by a dense, crisscrossing mass of blood-red threads using the roughest and most crude methods!
This bloody and horrific stitching was not intended to cover up the emptiness.
Through the unavoidable gaps between those coarse stitches, and the edges of the cracks that the red thread could not completely cover.
Lu Yuan and the other two could see it clearly.
Inside, there was something curled up.
That thing was the size of a two- or three-year-old child!
Its shape, however, was a thousand times more bizarre and twisted than the unformed fetus in the small coffin, filled with inhuman horror.
Its entire body is a translucent bluish-gray color, with skin as thin as a cicada's wing, through which the tangled and writhing network of dark-colored blood vessels can be clearly seen.
The bald head was disproportionately large, with facial features blurred into a jumbled mess; only two bottomless, pitch-black holes could be seen as eyes.
A slit extending to the earlobe serves as the mouth.
Its disproportionately long limbs were twisted at an abnormal angle, tightly hugging its knees and curling up.
This thing—if it can still be called a person—
It was being forcibly stuffed into a "warm bed" that didn't belong to it, in a state of extreme repression yet full of explosive energy.
It seems to be breathing.
A very slight, yet rhythmic undulation, made the stitched blood lines tremble slightly.
What's even more terrifying than the sight itself is its "presence".
Even if it doesn't move and its eyelids are tightly closed.
A cold, resentful, greedy, and evil thought mixed with endless pain and madness.
Yet, like a real cold wave, it continuously emanated from the stitched-up abdominal tear.
Just by staring at it, Lu Yuan began to hallucinate.
It was a hellish symphony woven from the desperate cries of countless infants, the mournful wails of women, and some inhuman, flesh-gnawing, wet sounds.
This is not life at all!
It wasn't even the kind of fetal remains found in small coffins!
This is more like something made from countless resentments, yin energy, evil magic, and some kind of indescribable "materials".
Within the female corpse's body, brimming with resentment, a horrific creation—"cultivated" or "refined" by human hands—
An evil god!!!
Lu Yuan's earlier guess was correct!
Someone is raising an evil god!!
But he never expected this—
This evil god is being worshipped in such a way!
Using the red-clothed demon as its mother and its corpse as its warm bed, it nourishes the evil god within!
In an instant, Lu Yuan understood.
He understood why there were two coffins!
The ghost-taming Liu family brutally ripped open the belly of the red-clothed evil spirit!
She took out her own real child and placed it in a small coffin next to her.
Then use her empty belly to nurture the evil god of the Liu family!
Lu Yuan finally understood why she felt a sense of relief when Lei Fa killed the red-clothed demon!
To die unjustly is already the greatest tragedy in the world!
Even after death, she was denied peace; her stomach was emptied, and she was forced to "give birth" to her enemy's "child"!
And her own flesh and blood were right beside her, gazing at each other day and night, yet they could never embrace each other again!
This pain and resentment made her even more ruthless.
All the violence and ferocity she generated became nourishment for that evil god!
"Hehe ...
A chilling, terrifying child's laugh suddenly rang out!
Without warning, the evil god opened his eyes a tiny crack, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, a line of blood-red subtitles flashed wildly before Lu Yuan's eyes!
Type: Evil God
[Cultivation Period: Six Years]
[Weaknesses: Thunder, lightning, and the power of collective will]
Danger Level: ★★★★★★★
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