The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 46 What Qualifies You to Talk to Me?

Inside a spacious and luxurious villa.

He Mei brought Chen Zhibang to the altar she had set up.

Her altar was decorated very simply, with offerings mainly consisting of brightly colored flowers.

There are many small bamboo baskets placed in front of the altar, and at a glance there are at least more than ten of them.

Each bamboo basket is covered with an opaque lid.

As soon as He Mei walked in, all the baskets began to vibrate at the same time.

"Mommy...Mommy..."

Childish and excited cries came from every small bamboo basket.

"These are the little ghosts I raised. They can help us find Naimi." He Mei picked up the fruits and some vegetables on the plate on the table as tribute and threw them into the shaking small bamboo basket one by one.

Although Chen Zhibang and Amei had never seen real black magic, they had heard about raising ghosts countless times.

This kind of magic is very famous in Hong Kong Island and almost everyone knows it.

I don’t know how many rumors about female celebrities raising ghosts can be seen in the tabloids.

So the two were not surprised.

It just confirmed in his heart that He Mei was a sorcerer.

After feeding each bamboo basket, He Mei whispered a few words.

The lids of the bamboo baskets were then opened by something invisible.

Amei was so scared that she held Chen Zhibang's hand tightly.

Chen Zhibang patted Amei on the shoulder.

A cold wind blew by, and it seemed as if something rushed out of the room.

He Mei said: "The sorcerer has a very strong aura, and my little ghost can find Naimi based on this aura."

"The prerequisite is that Hong Kong Island is not big. If it is too far away, it will be impossible to find it."

"Now we just have to wait?" Amei said.

He Mei nodded: "Yes, wait."

Time passed quickly, and just when Chen Zhibang and Amei were getting a little anxious, the calm He Mei suddenly tilted her head, as if listening to something.

Chen Zhibang and the other man looked at He Mei together.

Soon, He Mei raised her head and said to Chen Zhibang and the others, "I found it. I'll go over to see Naimi by myself. You guys wait here for me to come back."

Seeing that the resolute He Mei was about to leave, Chen Zhibang hurriedly asked, "Sister Mei, can I borrow your phone to contact Anan?"

He Mei glanced at Chen Zhibang and said, "The phone is in the living room, feel free to use it."

A Mei caught up with He Mei, hugged one of her arms, and thanked her: "It had nothing to do with Sister Mei, but you made her take risks. I don't know how to thank you."

He Mei smiled and said, "Do my hair for me for free in the future."

……

Zheng Nan was setting up a different altar in the living room according to Li Zhen's instructions.

The altar is actually very easy to arrange, just place the tables and offerings in a certain way.

The difficult part is facing what Li Zhen created in the room.

The fresh offal that Zheng Nan bought personally now looked like it had been left out for several days, emitting a strong stench.

The frog he had bought with great difficulty was jumping on top of the rotten intestines.

The scene didn't seem very bloody, but it made him feel very creepy.

The whole house was filled with a foul smell.

His wife and son were sent into the room, and he was the only one busy with the work.

After Wu Mingjiang finished his phone call, he turned around and said to Zheng Nan, "It's agreed. They've found seven or eight vans and are leaving right away. Master Chen said that if I don't pay, he'll ask Guan Gong to come and chop me to death."

Zheng Nan pinched his nose and said in a muffled voice, "Just give us the money. Naimi is such a scoundrel. He's messing around in the red light district and trying to kill us at the same time."

The news I just received from Chen Zhibang was that Naimi was actually somewhere a few streets away from them.

Zheng Nan and his friends were very familiar with that place, and there were small hotels everywhere that provided secret services.

The street can be seen from where Zheng Nan's family lives.

"It's not us who killed his sister. We were wronged. We knew nothing that night, and when we woke up, we were going to be hacked to death." Wu Mingjiang went to the door and looked. "Why hasn't Aken come yet? Did that idiot run away?"

"Nonsense, it's definitely on the way."

Zheng Nan said this, then looked at Li Zhen, who was resting with his eyes closed on the sofa and said, "Master, shouldn't we go over and take a look?"

Li Zhen shook his head: "There are a hundred people over there, so it doesn't matter whether we are there or not."

"Then how long do we have to wait?" Zheng Nan asked again.

Li Zhen replied, "Wait until it's time for us to go."

Wu Mingjiang rubbed his hands and asked, "Master, is it dangerous to go find Naimi?" Li Zhen continued to shake his head, "The ghosts that Naimi could control to kill people are gone. Finding Naimi won't be dangerous."

"Then I'm relieved." Wu Mingjiang breathed a sigh of relief. "At least 200 yuan will be paid for medical expenses for each injured person. If there are several injured..."

Suddenly, there was a strange sound of footsteps at the door.

It sounded like someone was dragging their feet, and the sound had a strange rhythm.

"Da da da……"

Then there was a knock on the door.

Wu Mingjiang and Zheng Nan looked at each other, and both saw the fear in each other's eyes, and then they looked at Li Zhen together.

"Grandmaster……"

"Go and open the door."

Li Zhen opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

Zheng Nan trembled as he went to open the door, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "Aken?!"

A young man appeared at the door, his face covered in blood.

The most terrifying thing is that there are several long needles stuck in the man’s face!

The bright red blood was flowing out from the dense needle holes.

His eyes rolled back and his expression was as ferocious as a ghost, without any trace of life.

……

In a dark little house.

Naimi, trembling all over, sat cross-legged in front of the altar.

The most conspicuous thing on the altar is an unknown Buddha statue and a large jar.

The jar was about the size of a human head and was filled with a murky liquid.

You can see a broken little heart soaking in the liquid.

The Naimi school's method of raising a little ghost requires feeding the little ghost's heart with one's own blood every day while driving the little ghost.

The little devil who has always been following Naimi was able to be trained to be so ferocious. I wonder how much blood of Naimi he drank.

When the little ghost died, not only did all of Naimi's years of hard work go to waste, but it also backfired on him, causing him to suffer a dull pain in his chest.

Theoretically, what Naimi should do now is to rest for a while and find a way to heal the backlash he suffered as soon as possible.

But driven by hatred, he didn't want to wait a moment.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the heartache, Naimi opened the jar on the altar, reached into the turbid liquid and grabbed the heart.

With a force of his palm, the heart turned into a sticky substance and slipped from between his fingers, and only a few drops of black mucus were left.

This is the resentment of the little devil who has been raised for so many years.

Naimi opened his mouth and swallowed the mucus.

In an instant, the blue veins on his forehead bulged out, looking very scary.

Feeling the pain in his heart gradually subsiding, Naimi grabbed a scarecrow on the altar.

The scarecrow has a piece of hair wrapped around its neck and a photo taped to its face.

If Zheng Nan were there, he would definitely recognize that this was Aken.

This is the second goal chosen by Naimi.

He had collected this guy's hair two days ago, and was just waiting to kill Zheng Nan's family before dealing with this guy.

Since Zheng Nan cannot be killed for the time being, let’s deal with this guy first.

He was worried that it was too late and that the sorcerer might try to stop him again today...

After resting for a while, Naimi picked up the long needles and inserted them into the scarecrow one by one.

Closing his eyes, Naimi's consciousness followed his black magic and went to a place not too far away.

At a certain moment, Naimi suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

There was no one at the door, but there was a sound of unlocking, as if someone was unlocking it.

With a creak, the door slowly opened.

"Nami? I want to talk to you." A woman appeared outside the door. It was He Mei.

"Talk?"

Without even raising his head, Naimi let out a low laugh from his throat.

"With your limited cultivation? What qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

A terrifying aura like that of an evil spirit burst out from him.

He Mei was suddenly hit hard and slammed backwards into the opposite wall.

(End of this chapter)