Yu Du instinctively felt something was off.
“…If you don’t want to forgive me, then don’t. I never said I needed you to forgive me anyway. So what if you hate me?”
“So what?”
Fu Sang nodded, then the topic jumped again as he asked about something else:
“Born in summer? Sixteen this year?”
“Yeah, what about it?” Yu Du felt that talking with Fu Sang was really strange, with one sentence here, and another there.
“Where are you from?”
“Chuanning, obviously.”
“What’s your birthday?”
“August…”
“Alright, Yu Du.”
Seeing that her little senior brother was about to lay out his entire background to the nether path spirit master who was well-versed in feng shui and fate calculation, and was completely unaware of the problem, Chen Wuyue quickly called a halt.
She then said to Fu Sang:
“Don’t scare him, he’s just not thinking straight. Let’s get back to the point. He can indeed take you into the Inner World, but you’re not a Spirit path spirit master, and we don’t advocate taking people outside the Spirit path out of the Outer World. So I need to first understand why you want to enter the Inner World. For instance, does this matter truly involve underworld spirits?”
“Yes.” Fu Sang could also see that threatening this kid wasn’t satisfying enough…he was a bit dimwitted and couldn’t catch on. When he asked for his birthday, Yu Du probably thought it was out of concern and that he wanted to wish him a happy birthday.
So he wisely switched his conversation partner to the wiser adult:
“There is indeed residual yin energy here, but not much, it’s very thin. From what I can sense, this ghost isn’t high-ranked, it couldn’t kill anyone with its own power, at most it just passed by. But that’s still suspicious. As a nether path spirit master, I have the duty to confirm and restrain the behavior of all underworld spirits. This is my responsibility.”
“…?”
Hearing this grand discourse, a question mark slowly rose above Huo Wei’s head.
That really sounded like something a decent person would say.
Responsibility?
Did Zhuge Fu Sang even know this word?
How could he give such a noble and righteous answer?
How could he be so righteous?
Would he be idle enough to meddle in the affairs of the spirit path?
Something was fishy about this, and there is only one truth.
Huo Wei narrowed her eyes warily.
As it turned out, Huo Wei’s understanding of Fu Sang was still a bit too profound.
The possibility of an underworld spirit having a hand in this murder case was extremely, extremely low.
Huo Wei’s judgment was correct…the underworld spirit that had been here was at most no higher than second rank, and it was impossible for it to have a clear-mind sufficient to participate in a murder. The yin energy it left here was also extremely thin, indicating it hadn’t even experienced any major emotional fluctuations here, and it was indeed merely “passing by.”
Since that was the case, after confirming the person died at the hands of a demon spirit and confirming the underworld spirit was harmless, the nether path spirit master should have fulfilled their duty to the fullest and completely handed the matter over to the spirit path to handle. So what had sparked Fu Sang’s interest to the point that he went against his usual nature and meddled in this business?
Naturally, it was because he had detected the “aura” of this room, which had a subtle connection to the few bone artifacts he carried with him.
One of the four bone artifacts yet to be found had once appeared here.
The world is so vast; trying to find four items whose locations and forms were unknown was no different from fishing for a needle in the ocean. Who would have thought that fate had its own arrangements, and it came without any effort at all.
“…I see.”
Chen Wuyue nodded, not immediately saying yes or no, but first looking at Yu Du:
“What did you discover just now? Are you sure the demon spirit fled back to the Inner World?”
“Of course, are you questioning me?”
Yu Du wagged his finger, “This Gu demon is really interesting, listen to me, its spiritual trace started from here.”
Yu Du walked to the bathroom door, indicating it started from there:
“Then it circled around here a few times,”
Yu Du walked back to the bedside, pacing around the spiritual trace a few times:
“It probably took a moment to kill someone, and then its spiritual trace disappeared here. It left in a mess, I’m guessing it didn’t have time to clean up when it heard movement at the door and panicked, running without thinking.”
Yu Du spread his hands:
“As everyone knows, spiritual traces don’t just suddenly break off under normal circumstances, so I guessed, could it have escaped into the Inner World?”
After asking the question, Yu Du snapped his fingers, and a crack immediately appeared in the space above his head. He climbed up, and after a moment hung back down upside down:
“Oh right, it did escape into the Mystic Realm, because I found that bell inside. The aura on it is exactly the same as the spiritual traces left by the Gu demon here, so this object is the glass slipper left behind by the Gu demon when the clock struck midnight. It’s waiting for us to find it with this bell! What are we waiting for?!”
Fu Sang and the upside-down Yu Du stared at each other for a moment. He received the latter’s gaze pleading for applause, but didn’t respond.
Instead he shifted his gaze to Chen Wuyue and asked:
“Does he have ADHD?”
“?”
After these two people appeared around her, Chen Wuyue felt that the frequency with which she closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead had noticeably increased.
She ignored Fu Sang’s rather aggressive question and instead asked:
“Spiritual trace tracking only works in the Human Realm…you can’t track demon spirits that way in the Mystic Realm. Since an underworld spirit came here, it’s very likely that it came together with the Gu demon. Does your Nether path have a way to track yin energy?”
Fu Sang’s expression was indifferent: “Yes. Otherwise, what would be the point of me proposing to enter the Inner World?”
…That made things easier.
Chen Wuyue felt considerably relieved:
“I see. It seems this case does require cross-realm investigation… Wait for now. Once the police arrive, I’ll get the authorization, go through the proper Spirit Supervision Bureau channels, and formally invite you both to join. With the proper paperwork done, things will be smoother later, and everything will be properly documented.”
“No.” Unexpectedly, Fu Sang flatly rejected Chen Wuyue’s proposal, his words sounding like a bully’s, “I don’t go through the proper channels.”
“Hm? Going through proper channels comes with a reward, and this case’s bounty isn’t low.”
“I don’t want money. My unpaid assistance can just count toward our deal.”
“…Why? Wouldn’t it be the same if we went through proper channels?” Chen Wuyue smelled something unusual in Fu Sang’s refusal.
Whether in the nether path or spirit path, spirit masters usually make their living by taking cases from the Spirit Supervision Bureau. The Bureau followed official channels, offered generous rewards, and having cases filed in one’s record looked good on a resume. There seemed to be no reason to refuse.
“Oh, it’s like this,” Seeing that her good friend who secretly kept ghosts couldn’t explain himself, Huo Wei quickly jumped in to mediate, “He used to be part of the Zhuge family, but after some conflicts at home, he went out on his own. His name is still registered with the family though, so if he goes through the Spirit Supervision Bureau, he’d have to use the Zhuge family name, which he finds annoying.”
“Oh, that’s no problem either.” Chen Wuyue wasn’t stupid…she could tell Huo Wei was covering for Fu Sang, since the issue she raised wasn’t that difficult to resolve.
This immediately put her on alert.
Since going through the Spirit Supervision Bureau’s proper procedures had only benefits and no drawbacks, why did Fu Sang refuse?
Wasn’t the reason behind this somewhat intriguing?
The Spirit Supervision Bureau, like the Public Security Bureau, fell under the public safety category, essentially the spirit masters’ own police force.
Spirit masters possessed abilities beyond ordinary people, and if not properly restrained and managed, major chaos would surely ensue. Chen Wuyue’s duty was to maintain order among spirit masters and reject all irregular operations and evil forces.
She stared at Fu Sang, narrowing her eyes slightly, “If you really care about that, I can just have this case recorded under his personal name. My authority isn’t low, so making such a small modification isn’t difficult.”
“That’s also…” Huo Wei was about to break out in a cold sweat.
Her brain raced as tried to figure out how to perfectly brush off this Spirit path civil servant, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she heard someone gasp dramatically.
She paused for a moment, followed the sound, and saw Yu Du, still hanging upside down in midair, slowly lowering himself while groaning.
“What’s wrong with you now?” Chen Wuyue looked at him and asked.
“My stomach hurts.”
“Did you eat random stuff again?”
“It doesn’t hurt inside, it hurts outside!”
With that, Yu Du lowered his head and lifted the hem of his hoodie to check the source of the pain.
Upon seeing the condition of his body, the two girls facing him immediately turned serious.
Seeing the identical change in expression on their faces, Fu Sang knew something serious had happened to the kid.
He reached out, grabbed Yu Du’s hood by the collar, pulled him around to face him, and looked down at his exposed waist and abdomen…there was a small bloody hole on the boy’s flat stomach, with black-purple spiderweb-like patterns growing and spreading under the skin around the wound.
Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly, then looked at the corpse on the bed.
It was the same exact condition.
“What did you do?” Chen Wuyue came over and crouched down for a closer look.
“Did you come face to face with the Gu demon? Why didn’t you say so? Did it bite you?”
“No, I never saw that demon.” Then, Yu Du suddenly remembered something:
“Oh, I just tucked that bell into my clothes earlier. It hurt a little then, stI thought it was just the patterns on it poking me. It didn’t think it was a bug bite.”
“?” Chen Wuyue finally couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Are you insane?! You know it’s a Gu demon that uses poison, and you just stuff the suspect item into your clothes?!”
“I wanted to give you a surprise.” Yu Du flipped up his hem:
“I make a grand entrance and then the clue just ‘plops’ out like that…how surprising is that?”
After hearing this mind-blowing reason, Fu Sang asked Chen Wuyue again:
“Does he have an intellectual disability?”
“…” Chen Wuyue herself was speechless and almost wanted to laugh.
Fu Sang found it wonderful.
He let out a silent sigh, picked up the string of silver bells in his hand, turned it over, and examined it carefully.
This silver bell had a distinct Miao ethnic style about it, carved with intricate patterns. Below the bell, besides the clapper, hung several strings of silver ornaments with unclear meanings, making it look like a hard jellyfish.
Fu Sang turned it upside down, took out his portable flashlight, and shone the light into the bell’s interior.
Under the light, one could see a thick layer of grime on the inner wall of the silver bell. After confirming there were no bugs inside, Fu Sang reached his hand into the bell, his fingertip touching a damp, muddy substance.
He brought some of the stuff out, brought it close to his nose to sniff, and caught a foul, rotting smell, like the odor of decaying flesh and blood.
Looking closely against the light, the grime seemed to contain some thin, flaky fragments. After careful examination, Fu Sang confirmed they belonged to the shed skin of some type of insect.
“This bell is an insect nest. Congratulations, you’ve won the jackpot. You’ll soon become just like him.”
Fu Sang pulled out a tissue to wipe the dirty stuff off his hands, gesturing with his eyes toward the cold, stiff corpse on the bed:
“Alright, you get started on the proper paperwork. But do it quickly, so that before I officially receive the invitation to assist in the case and have the qualifications for cross-realm investigation to actually start investigating, I can still find time to attend his funeral and see him off properly.”
This was pure mockery.
The turn of events came so fast that Chen Wuyue instantly found herself at a disadvantage.
She tried to forget their earlier confrontation:
“Special circumstances call for special measures. Sorry to trouble you both… Yu Du, open the way.”
“No.” But Fu Sang refused before Yu Du could respond, leisurely sitting down on a nearby chair, speaking with righteous conviction, “I’ll wait for the Spirit Supervision Bureau’s approval. Only after receiving an official invitation with a stamp and a temporary investigation certificate will I participate in this case. This in-service investigator wants to bypass the rules? That’s not really encouraged.”
“The paperwork can be supplemented later…”
“I don’t like buying a ticket after getting on the bus.”
“…Oh for crying out loud, just say what you want and stop making things difficult for people, alright?” Huo Wei really couldn’t watch anymore.
Fu Sang raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and casually dropped a few words:
“I don’t trust anything else. You two from the Spirit path…swear a blood oath.”
Huo Wei: “…You’re doing this again??”
“Blood oath…?” Chen Wuyue didn’t quite understand their nether path customs.
Fu Sang nodded and explained:
“It’s a type of vow. You and this kid need to keep my secrets, swearing never to reveal or hint at anything unfavorable to me to anyone unaware. If you break this oath, your body and soul will immediately be destroyed, crushed to pieces, your spirit scattered, and you’ll never be reincarnated for all eternity.”
“…” Listening to Fu Sang’s words, Chen Wuyue’s expression grew increasingly solemn.
After a moment’s thought, she shook her head:
“Sorry, I don’t accept. Unless you tell me why you’re doing this…what secret do you have that can’t be known by outsiders? Regardless of the situation, I won’t make some rash agreement with you without knowing anything. No matter how urgent the circumstances, my first priority is ensuring the order and safety of the three spirit master paths.”
Fu Sang cast her an approving look: “Noble character.”
With that, he rose from the chair, and said decisively and efficiently:
“I’m leaving. Goodbye.”
“…Zhuge Fu Sang,” As Fu Sang stood and walked past Chen Wuyue, she suddenly called his full name:
“In light of the highly suspicious nature of your words and actions, I have the authority to arrest you right now.”
Fu Sang wasn’t threatened in the least, not even breaking his stride: “Try it.”
“Hey… alright, alright.” Seeing the tension escalating, Huo Wei quickly jumped in to mediate.
“Miss Chen, you’ve got it wrong. We’re not some evil villains. He’s just very proud and doesn’t explain himself. Let me clear it up for you! Mainly, we’ve been privately investigating an old cold case recently, and it seems someone very important to him might have been wrongfully killed in it…”
“What?” Fu Sang frowned, interrupting her.
“Oh fine, fine, his pet might have been wrongfully killed. Given that this matter involves too many people and has a long timeline, and that it might directly overturn the history of the Nether path, we’re bound to encounter many obstacles along the way. To avoid alerting the enemy, we have to keep a very low profile.”
“And due to some special circumstances, Fu Sang can’t possibly take on cases or investigate through official channels. So, if he went through the Spirit Supervision Bureau’s system, he’d inevitably draw attention due to the abnormality. Plus, he’s the paranoid type who likes to eliminate all roots and possibilities, which is why he would use a more extreme method to restrict you and ensure there’s no chance of secrets leaking.”
“I guarantee…I swear on his head that this blood oath will do you absolutely no harm. As long as you don’t pull any betrayal or backstabbing, this curse will never activate.”
Huo Wei suddenly felt that following Fu Sang everywhere was indeed the right choice.
Without her, this guy would have offended who knows how many people out there, and one day he’d be thrown in jail for endangering public safety with no one to plead his case.
“…” After hearing her out, Chen Wuyue frowned, unsure how much of Huo Wei’s explanation she believed.
Just as she was hesitating, Yu Du suddenly slumped sideways, bracing himself against the bedframe as he knelt down:
“Ow ow ow… junior sister, tell Master and Senior Brother that I can no longer serve them in their old age…”
“Shut up, don’t say such unlucky things!”
Just as she was in a dilemma, there was a brat pressuring her from the side, and Chen Wuyue’s private concerns and conscience went to war.
There were many nether path spirit masters, but few with exceptional skills…they were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. She couldn’t find another one on short notice, and Yu Du’s condition truly couldn’t wait…
Chen Wuyue gritted her teeth:
“I know nothing about your nether path spells. How can you guarantee that what you’re placing on us is the vow you just described, and not something else that could threaten or coerce us?”
Fu Sang let out a scoff:
“There’s no need to guarantee, because both your lives are worthless to me. I won’t burden myself with the karma of taking lives, nor can I be bothered with such troublesome methods. If I really wanted to kill, I’d do it directly.”
“…” Chen Wuyue really didn’t understand what kind of rare, extreme deity she had fished out of the forum.
This person was truly dangerous and domineering. No matter the circumstances, he always had to maintain absolute dominance. He never proved or explained himself, and once he gained the upper hand, he didn’t give the other party any room to negotiate or make a choice.
Truly…
“Ah, I’m willing, I’m willing! …Crazy Brother, please save me! This world is too beautiful, I don’t want to die yet…”
Yu Du was already on the ground, almost about to roll around a few more times.
He reached out and grabbed Fu Sang’s pants:
“Whether you need my blood or my life, it doesn’t matter! Take it all!”
“.”
In the end, Chen Wuyue conceded.
…The brat had already bitten his finger and smeared his blood on Fu Sang’s hand without any discussion, what could she do?!
After the blood oath was formed, Yu Du stopped crying about the pain and got up from the floor.
Negotiating with someone like Fu Sang was already hard enough, but on top of that, there was someone on the side whose elbow turned outward, eagerly selling himself out and even offering to count the money afterward, with no way to stop him.
He turned a desperate struggle, clinging to a lifeline for dear life, into a grand performance. And once it was over, he didn’t even bother to keep up the act.
Chen Wuyue seriously suspected this brat was sent from heaven to torment her.
With the blood oath complete, Yu Du put his bleeding fingertip in his mouth to stop the bleeding:
“Let’s go, Crazy Brother, let’s go on an adventure in the Inner World!”
According to the original plan, Chen Wuyue and Huo Wei were supposed to go with them.
But as they were about to leave, the police officer coordinating with Chen Wuyue called her, saying they were already downstairs and needed to discuss the situation further.
Although she wasn’t comfortable leaving a pair who had clashed…a lunatic and a brat ..alone together, the mess in the Outer World couldn’t be left unattended, so Chen Wuyue ultimately decided to stay, and as the one who reported the case and Fu Sang’s accomplice, Huo Wei also offered to stay in the Outer World to help Chen Wuyue handle things there.
So the final arrangement became two groups of two, leaving Fu Sang, who was allergic to children, no choice but to work with one.
“Do you prefer going from above or from below?”
Before opening the passage, Yu Du thoughtfully inquired about Fu Sang’s preference. After getting a “whatever” in response, he chose according to his own habit, opening an opening above his head, grabbing the edge of the crack and pulling himself up, then amiably extending a hand to Fu Sang.
Fu Sang ignored him and climbed up himself.
The entrance was in midair, but the exit grew from the ground.
Yu Du crouched by the crack, looking down at Chen Wuyue below, who frowned and instructed: “Stay safe, and keep in touch.”
“I know, I know.” Yu Du replied perfunctorily, snapped his fingers, and the spatial passage instantly closed, shutting Chen Wuyue out on the other side.
“Whew! Xiao Du is free!!!”
Yu Du stood up and stretched luxuriously.
Fu Sang glanced at him, making no comment on his chuunibyou behavior.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, the words coming out of nowhere:
“Thanks.”
“Hm? For what?”
“For setting up your junior sister.”
“How is that setting her up?” Yu Du grinned, showing his little pointed teeth:
“Her biggest problem is being too rigid, and too by-the-book. Every cell in her body screams justice. What you said earlier sounded way too much like a villain’s line.
.if I hadn’t put on an act, she definitely wouldn’t have agreed.”
“I’m not a good person to begin with.” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Maybe. Even though you’re crazy and almost killed me, I’m not Chen San, I like playing with bad people.”
Yu Du opened his mouth wide and yawned, looking casual and nonchalant:
“But the bug bite really wasn’t part of the plan. It actually hurt quite a bit. I’m still counting on you to save me, Crazy Brother.”
“You won’t die.”
Fu Sang raised an eyebrow and lifted his gaze to survey the room.
The outer and inner worlds, or rather, the Mystic Realm and Human Realm, weren’t much different. Aside from the missing corpse on the bed, everything else looked almost identical to the outer world.
Except for the noticeably higher temperature and the glowing white specks floating in the air.
Fu Sang looked around, tapping the snakebone nail with his fingertip.
Feeling the summoning, Qi Changying immediately transformed into smoke and drifted out from the nail to his side. He solidified into form, lowered his head to sniff at Fu Sang’s neck, and softly asked:
“What do you need me to do?”
They say that after two people do something that crosses the line, their body language subconsciously becomes closer to each other during interactions.
Fu Sang felt there might be some truth to that.
After all, before, when Qi Changying would sniff at him, he would only use one hand to hold or wrap around his shoulder from behind, carefully trying not to let any other part of his body touch him.
But now, the ghost had both hands wrapped around him, his body pressed tightly against his back, like an intimate hug from behind.
He really had been indulging him a bit too much lately.
“AAAH!!!”
While Fu Sang was briefly distracted, a sharp shriek erupted beside him.
Yu Du stared at Qi Changying, his expression unreadable as either surprise or fright.
“You can see him?” Fu Sang asked flatly.
He wasn’t surprised that Yu Du could see Qi Changying in the Mystic Realm.
In essence, humans, ghosts, and demons were three types of beings living in three dimensions. However, the demon’s dimension had been separately carved out, which could be seen as two adjacent worlds, while the human and ghost dimensions completely overlapped, like two superimposed layers.
The Spirit path spirit master’s ability was to open passages to traverse between the two worlds, while the nether path spirit master’s ability was to transcend dimensions, no longer living solely in a single dimension but existing across two overlapping dimensions, which allowed them to see and touch ghosts with their physical bodies. Of course, powerful ghosts could achieve this as well.
In conclusion, Yu Du couldn’t see Qi Changying because in the Human Realm, he and Qi Changying existed in different dimensions. But if Qi Changying went to the Mystic Realm, the two would be in the same world, and the barriers to seeing and communicating with each other would disappear.
Just like now.
“…Holy shit!” After the initial shock, Yu Du exclaimed in awe:
“So you weren’t just putting on an act…you really do have a pet ghost! He looks totally different from the ones on TV! Those facial markings are so cool! Why is he dressed like that? Is he an ancient person…I mean, an ancient ghost?”
Realizing he could understand Yu Du, Qi Changying paused briefly, but quickly replied: “I’m from the Li Dynasty.”
“From the Li Dynasty?!” Yu Du’s mouth fell open.
Qi Changying lowered his head, burying his face back into Fu Sang’s neck, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips as he said to Yu Du, “Yes, hello.”
He paused, then added: “I’m his.”
“Enough with the chatter.”
Fu Sang interrupted their friendly exchange, raising his hand and holding out his palm toward Qi Changying.
Qi Changying understood immediately…he wanted his blood.
Both Fu Sang and Qi Changying were already very familiar with this routine.
After the stinging sensation of ghost blood entering his eyes passed, Fu Sang opened his eyes. A physiological tear rolled down from his left eye, and his vision, washed by the tear, now revealed something more than before.
—Yin energy.
It was very faint, a pale grayish-white, floating in the air alongside the specks of light.
“…Wow, that’s so cool! So this is how fun the Nether Path is? Can everyone keep ghosts as pets? If I catch a ghost and bring it into the Inner World, can I have a pet too?”
“What can your ghost do for you? Fetch tea and water? Cook and make soup? Guard the house? Be an invincible summon beast?”
Yu Du chattered on for a while, and when he got no response from Fu Sang, he shifted the focus back to Fu Sang himself:
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, are your eyes natural? They’re so cool!”
Fu Sang still ignored him, so he just kept talking to himself:
“What are you looking at? Those dots in the air are spirits of the Mystic Realm, you can think of them as oxygen for demon spirits, they breathe it. There’s nothing interesting to see.”
“…What exactly are you looking at?”
“You’re really noisy. Why didn’t this poison turn you mute?”
After observing the direction of the yin energy, Fu Sang finally ended the cold treatment.
He looked Yu Du up and down and ordered: “Lift your clothes.”
“Oh.” Yu Du obediently lifted the hem of his clothes.
In just this short period, the black-purple patterns around his wound had spread considerably.
Fu Sang placed his hand over that patch of skin:
“How does it feel?”
“It hurts a bit, but I don’t feel anything else.”
Fu Sang nodded without responding, pulled out his folding knife from his pocket, flicked the blade open, and then said:
“Bear it.”
“Bear what? Do you need my blood? I have a high pain tolerance, don’t worry…”
As Yu Du was spouting nonsense, Fu Sang had already cut open his wound.
Black-purple blood flowed from the wound. Fu Sang caught the blood with his fingers, then smeared it all over the surface of the silver bell, drawing a simple incantation pattern on it.
The moment the blood touched the silver bell, Yu Du fell silent.
As if some force had shaken his soul, Yu Du’s world spun and tilted. What tormented him wasn’t pain, but a torturous mixture of all kinds of negative sensations crammed together.
He couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.
“Bear it.”
Fu Sang said again.
He sat down cross-legged, quickly put on the Ghost Blood Whip, covered the silver bell with the hand wearing the artifact, and closed his eyes.a
Although his eyes were closed, his vision did not fall into darkness.
Countless blurry images flashed by rapidly, as if Fu Sang was hurtling through the world at an extremely fast pace. Some unknown force carried his soul to search through every corner of the world, and finally, it stopped at some nameless spot.
The light there was very dim. After his vision cleared, Fu Sang saw a black insect.
The insect resembled a centipede, but was much shorter and larger.
It was curled up somewhere, with a straw rope tied around its body, as well as a white plastic rope.
The two ropes were tangled together in a mess, firmly binding a small white doll to its back.
After seeing the texture of the doll, Fu Sang curled the corner of his mouth.
This was what he wanted.
Having confirmed this point, he clenched his five fingers tightly around the silver bell in his hand.
At the same time, Yu Du and the insect both let out a miserable scream. The insect hissed and twisted its body, as if enduring the agony of ten thousand arrows piercing its heart.
But upon closer observation, it was clear that Fu Sang’s shoulders were also trembling slightly, and his tightly closed eyes had gradually become moist. Before long, two lines of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.
He grabbed the silver bell, formed hand seals, and chanted incantations, as if he had seized something in the void.
As the two streams of blood ran across his cheeks, teetered on the edge of his jaw and finally fell, his fingers, entangled with the blood threads, suddenly yanked back through the air…
“Come out!”
