assistirfilmes Chapter 32 Experimenting with Cursed Poisoning Techniques
Chapter 32 Experimenting with Cursed Poisoning Techniques
"Woof woof?"
The dog's lingering soul floated in mid-air, turning its head blankly.
Looking around at the jagged white bones,
Then I saw Bai Sheng.
Those murky dog eyes suddenly widened.
His pupils suddenly shrank to two black dots.
The entire mass of souls trembled...
It recognized the face!
Isn't that the same human who sent him away before?!
How could we possibly run into each other in the underworld?
No, you're going to chase after me and kill me!
The dog let out a distorted howl.
Tuck your tail between your legs.
They turned and fled frantically into the cave of bones.
Running and shouting,
Bai Sheng, however, didn't show much expression.
It was kicked to death because it pounced on people.
He deserved to be killed.
But they chased him all the way to the deepest hell to torture corpses...
That's really not the case.
He raised his right hand,
The bone scepter moves at will.
The staff instantly transformed into a long bone spear.
Bai Sheng aimed at the fleeing wisp of black mist.
With a burst of strength in his arm, the spear flew out of his hand and was thrown.
puff!
The bone spear pierced precisely through the chest of Rottweiler's remnant soul.
The dog's soul twitched twice.
The entire cloud of black mist began to disintegrate from the point where the spear tip pierced through.
Disappear.
The Soul-Capturing Technique activated automatically, drawing the remaining corpse energy into the snake bones.
Bai Sheng sensed it.
The amount of vital energy in this corpse is pitifully small.
It was much thinner than the sample extracted from the body of the gambling addict at the funeral home.
"It just didn't work..."
Bai Sheng wasn't entirely surprised.
Even the worst dog is still just a dog.
Its ferocity stems from instinct combined with its owner's indulgence.
Compared to the wicked thoughts of the most heinous humans,
It's not worth mentioning at all!
Bai Sheng sheathed his spear.
With a change of heart,
The gun barrel reassembled into the shape of a necklace.
Hang it back around your neck.
The cave of white bones before them vanished as if a mirror had shattered.
……
The next half week,
Bai Sheng didn't go anywhere.
Aside from going downstairs to pick up takeout and throwing away trash in the bins at the entrance of the building,
He barely even left the building.
Every day consists of taking medicine, eating, and sleeping.
Go online for a while and play with the cat.
He plans to lie in bed for a while.
Let the body digest slowly.
The deficit left by that crazy breakthrough.
I drank Peiyuan San for a few days,
My body's response is indeed gradually improving.
By the third day, the coldness in my hands and feet had completely subsided.
On the fifth day, I woke up in the morning.
Bai Sheng stretched his shoulder blades in front of the mirror.
The spine springs open segment by segment from top to bottom.
It made a clicking sound.
My body has finally returned to normal!
"I almost forgot about this..."
Bai Sheng lifted the cardboard box in the bathroom.
Take out the small figure made of locust wood.
After seven days of warming and nourishing.
The bloodstains on the wooden figure's surface had completely seeped into the depths of the locust wood.
Between the wood fibers, very faint dark red veins emerge.
Only at this point did the small wooden figure become a true apotropaic implement!
Only one last step remains: connecting to the target.
Bai Sheng sat cross-legged on the sofa and placed the little figure on the coffee table.
I stared at it for a moment.
The question is: which one should we link to?
This thing requires something from the target.
Hair is best, nails are also fine.
At the very least, it has to be clothes that have been worn but not washed.
He had no personal belongings on him.
You can't exactly go and rummage through someone else's trash can.
Even if we do manage to find it, we shouldn't let people suffer undeserved misfortune.
Just as I was thinking,
Bai Sheng's gaze inadvertently swept over,
The floor next to the coffee table.
There were several tufts of orange cat fur there.
Clearly, the culprit is in the corner of the sofa.
That purring orange ball of fluff,
Bai Sheng picked up a small handful of them without any expression.
He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger.
Then, following the incantation of the curse,
They carefully wrapped the cat hair around the little figure's torso.
It wrapped around three times and tied tightly...
Silently recite the incantation once.
The faint trace of blood on the little figure flickered slightly.
A faint connection of energy was established between the little man and the chubby orange cat on the sofa.
Bai Sheng pulled a roll of transparent tape from the coffee table drawer.
Tear off a small piece,
It was placed on the mouth of the little figure.
A very faint gasp came from the sofa.
Fat Orange's eyes suddenly opened, its pupils contracting rapidly.
He opened his mouth,
But it couldn't make a sound.
It opened its enormous mouth and exhaled violently.
But it felt like something was blocking my throat.
"!"
Fat Orange jumped up from the sofa.
The mouth opens and closes.
The whole process looked like a television screen that had been muted.
It started running all over the living room.
He jumped from the sofa to the TV cabinet.
It then darted from the TV cabinet to the windowsill.
"Damn it, don't wander off like that! I cleaned the house yesterday."
Bai Sheng then tore two more pieces off the tape.
Bind the little man's limbs as well.
The chubby orange cat on the windowsill suddenly stopped moving.
Its two front paws remained in a gripping position on the windowsill.
With its hind legs pushing off in mid-air,
He lay on his side on the windowsill.
Only the tip of its tail could twitch twice.
"Behave yourself now? From now on, take care of the cat hair yourself."
Because animals can communicate with each other.
Fatty Orange could understand some of Bai Sheng's instructions.
The fat orange cat flicked its tail quickly, indicating that it completely agreed to his command.
Bai Sheng then tore off the tape on the little man's limbs.
"Meow~" the chubby orange cat meowed pitifully.
Then he obediently returned to the living room.
They used their paws to groom the cat hair on the ground, gathered it in one place, and put it all into the trash can.
Bai Sheng nodded in satisfaction.
He thought to himself, "It works really well. It would be even better if it could help me clean the house in the future."
Fat Orange: "..."
……
That night,
dong dong!
dong dong!
A sudden tremor,
Bai Sheng woke up with a start.
"?"
The bedroom was pitch black.
A sliver of moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains.
It was that drawer that was shaking.
Or to put it more precisely, the Nine Nether Soul-Capturing Spell was vibrating violently.
He sat up abruptly and pulled the necklace out of the drawer.
The snake tilted its head, pointing out the window.
The purple light flashed at a higher frequency than before.
It was as if they were repeatedly urging him to set off.
He glanced at his phone screen.
1:17 AM.
"Damn it, I have to work overtime again, I'm not doing it!"
Bai Sheng put on earplugs and covered his head to sleep.
"wrong!"
Half a minute later,
Bai Sheng fully woke up from his half-dreaming state.
If such a good opportunity exists,
That was indeed a golden opportunity, one that would not come again.
If the body is sent for cremation tomorrow, it will be too late!
"Oh well, I don't have to go to class tomorrow anyway, so I can go back to sleep."
Bai Sheng got up and dressed.
On a dark and windy night
The clouds were very low.
It blocked out the moon, preventing any light from shining through.
Occasionally, a night taxi will drive by on the street.
In the darkness, the red taillights cast two blurry red lines.
They disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Why pull this stunt so late at night..."
Bai Sheng walked alone on the night street.
The necklace on her chest shone brightly again.
The snake's eyes flashed purple light through the T-shirt fabric, faster than when they were at the funeral home.
He pressed his hand to his chest, forcefully suppressing the light.
I started to have some doubts, it's so late at night...
There wasn't a soul in sight on the street, so why was the necklace lighting up so incessantly?
We can't just go to the crematorium, can we?