harleyscars Chapter 181 You are not Chinese
Chapter 181 You are not Chinese
"What?!" Su Wanqing exclaimed in shock, her face turning deathly pale.
"This is absolutely outrageous!"
Li Manqi was stunned. She sat blankly on the ground, muttering to herself:
"So... so I was just a pawn in his game... He never intended to help me... He just wanted me dead... Once I was no longer useful, I would end up like Lu Xingci..."
Overwhelmed by immense despair and regret, she buried her head in her hands and wept uncontrollably, her cries filled with utter despair.
Shen Yu didn't look at her again.
The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.
Since she chose to go down the wrong path, she should bear the corresponding consequences.
He closed his eyes, and a trace of the unique Yin energy that had lingered on the little ghost gathered at his fingertips.
His divine sense spread out instantly, like an invisible net, covering most of the capital city.
As if guided, the faint wisp of yin energy rapidly extended northwestward, passing through streets and finally stopping in a high-end apartment building in the city center.
That's where Su Mu is currently living.
A moment later, Shen Yu opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife.
"We've found him."
"Where is he?" Jiang Xinlan immediately stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and asked with obvious anxiety, "Is he in danger?"
"He's with Su Mu."
Shen Yu picked up the coat draped over his arm and gently patted the back of her hand.
"Don't worry, there will be no danger."
He then turned to look at Su Wanqing.
"Su Wanqing, you should go back first. I'll handle the rest."
Su Wanqing swallowed hard and obediently nodded in agreement.
Although she was also very curious, her life was more important. Since Shen Yu told her to go back, she would listen to him.
Such an awesome person, his words are like imperial edicts.
After Su Wanqing left, Shen Yu's car traced a smooth arc in the night and came to a smooth stop in front of Su Mu's apartment building.
Jiang Xinlan pushed open the car door, glanced up at the 18th floor shrouded in thick, dark, yin energy, and frowned slightly.
"This yin energy is at least ten times stronger than that at Li Manqi's house. That evil cultivator has set up a complete soul-refining array here. Su Mu has probably been deeply bewitched."
"Hmm." Shen Yu responded casually, his hands in his pockets, and walked straight towards the building entrance, his tone showing no concern for Su Mu whatsoever.
"The person behind this level of Yin formation must be quite something. It's good to eliminate them."
To him, Su Mu was nothing more than a stranger being used by evil cultivators.
His purpose in coming here was never to save Su Mu, but to sever the chain of using innocent lives to practice evil magic, and incidentally collect some merit for the salvation of wronged souls.
The elevator numbers jumped all the way to 18, and with a soft ding, the elevator doors slowly opened.
The door to room 1802 was wide open, and from inside came obscure and difficult-to-pronounce incantations, spoken in a sharp and eerie tone. It was not any of the Chinese dialects Jiang Xinlan had ever heard before, but rather carried a distinct foreign accent.
Shen Yu stepped inside, followed closely by Jiang Xinlan, who secretly gathered spiritual energy at her fingertips and cautiously looked around.
The living room was eerie, with the curtains drawn tightly shut, so dark that not even a sliver of moonlight could get in.
A circular magic circle was drawn on the floor with blood that was still slightly congealed. Twisted black lines extended from the edge of the magic circle, which was glowing with a faint red light.
Twelve white candles soaked in corpse oil burned around the magic circle, their flames an eerie bluish-green, casting grotesque shadows on the wall as they flickered.
Su Mu knelt in the center of the magic array, his eyes empty and lifeless, his face as pale as paper, and his lips dry and cracked.
A deep, bone-revealing wound was slashed across his left wrist, and drops of blood were dripping from his fingertips onto the black imp wood carving at the center of the magic circle.
The wooden sculpture was a whole size larger than the one Li Manqi had offered. It had a blue face and fangs, and the red beads in its eyes were frighteningly bright. With each drop of blood it absorbed, the yin energy around it became more intense, and the surface of the wooden sculpture even faintly oozed a black sheen.
A man in a black trench coat stood in front of Su Mu, his back to the door.
He held a bronze magic bell in his hand, gently shaking it to the rhythm of the incantation. The bell's sound was piercing and sharp, carrying a bewitching power that made people dizzy.
"Make your final wish, Su Mu."
The man's voice was hoarse and deep, with a strong foreign accent.
"If you say you're willing to exchange your soul, I'll make you the only top star in the entertainment industry, make everyone who looks down on you kneel at your feet and repent, and make Lu Xingci jealous of you even in the afterlife."
"I...I do..."
Su Mu mechanically opened his mouth, his eyes growing increasingly unfocused, his whole being resembling a puppet whose soul had been ripped out.
"I want to be the most famous person... I want everyone to worship me..."
"very good."
The man let out a satisfied sneer, raised the bronze bell in his hand high, and was about to smash it down on Su Mu's head.
With this, Su Mu's pure Yang soul will be completely extracted and sealed into the little ghost wood carving, becoming the most crucial main soul for him to refine the Hundred Ghosts Demon.
"stop."
Shen Yu's voice was calm and even, yet it was like a cold, sharp blade that instantly severed the man's incantation and made the bronze bell in his hand vibrate.
The bronze bell stopped in mid-air, and the man suddenly turned around.
He looked to be in his fifties, with thin, bony fingers and long, sharp nails that gleamed with a bluish-black sheen.
He wasn't wearing a mask, revealing a face with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes. A lifelike black chrysanthemum was tattooed on his left cheek, its petals extending all the way to the corner of his eye, appearing particularly ferocious in the green candlelight.
Upon seeing Shen Yu and Jiang Xinlan, he was initially stunned, then his face revealed undisguised contempt and murderous intent:
"Two ignorant Chinese brats, how dare you trespass into my Soul Refining Formation. I advise you to get out of here immediately."
Otherwise, I will extract your souls and refine them into the lowest level of wandering spirits, subjecting you to the torment of soul refining day and night, never to be reborn.
He didn't take the two young men in front of him seriously at all.
In his view, the Chinese Taoist sect had already declined decades ago, and what remained were nothing more than charlatans who pretended to be gods and ghosts.
He is Matsumoto Kenichi, the deacon of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect in charge of overseas demon-refining. His Hundred Demon Demon Technique is famous in the Japanese underworld. Killing two ordinary young people is easier than crushing two ants.
Shen Yu ignored his shouts, his gaze sweeping over the blood-red magic array on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly.
The patterns of this formation were unfamiliar, not the techniques of any local evil cultivation sect. The yin energy carried a faint chrysanthemum fragrance mixed with the smell of blood, making it particularly pungent.
"You are not Chinese." Shen Yu's tone was certain, not a question.