The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 91 Li Xiangwen's "Asking for the God" and the First Fight in Reality

After packing up his things, Li Zhen first released the little ghost that he had not used.

It was evening, not too late, and Li Zhen sent a text message to Fatty Huang, saying that he wanted to eat a free-range rooster, and asked that it be raised as long as possible.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Li Zhen received the rooster that Fatty Huang had bought for him.

Fatty Huang didn't come himself, but asked the farm to send a pickup truck full of roosters. A rough look showed that there should be no less than thirty roosters.

After the delivery guys left, Li Zhen moved all the roosters to the door of the basement.

Among all kinds of poultry, the blood from a rooster's comb has the highest yang energy and is very suitable for experiments.

Li Zhen simply killed a few roosters, took out the blood from their combs, and filled half a cup with tea.

The Yang energy of this blood was indeed very strong, so strong that Li Zhen felt a slight discomfort.

He took the cup of blood back to the basement, took a little bit with his hand and smeared it on his body.

Just like being exposed to direct sunlight, Li Zhen felt a tingling sensation on his skin, but he didn't absorb any Yang energy.

The little ghost ran into the house from outside on a blue pony: "I hate this smell."

Li Zhen casually asked, "Do you know how to absorb Yang Qi?"

The little ghost tilted his head and looked at Li Zhen: "What is Yang Qi?"

Li Zhen picked up the small cup of cockscomb blood and said, "This kind of energy is Yang energy."

The little ghost shook his head repeatedly: "I don't like yang energy."

Li Zhen asked again: "When you killed people, did you have the urge to absorb something from their bodies?"

The kid continued to shake his head.

This guy really doesn't know anything...

Li Zhen tried drinking a little bit of cockscomb blood.

The taste of cockscomb blood is not very good. When Li Zhen drinks it, it tastes a bit like strong liquor, which makes him feel a burning pain.

But it still didn't allow him to absorb any Yang energy.

Li Zhen closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

Whether it is the one-eyed wizard or the Taoist priest, they all have many ways to intensify Yang energy and make it more concentrated.

Just as he was about to get some magical tools, Li Zhen's expression suddenly became a little dazed.

Li Xiangwen finally performed the "asking for the gods" ritual...

Putting the plan of experimenting with absorbing Yang energy on hold for the time being, Li Zhen quickly walked to the coffin and lay directly in it.

"...Disciple Li Xiangwen bows sincerely, praying to the gods to open the way for the spiritual world..."

In a trance, Li Zhen heard Li Xiangwen's voice.

"...The living borrow rice, the ghost borrows talismans, and one scatters them to reach the nine netherworlds..."

Without resistance, Li Zhen's soul floated towards the direction of the sound under the huge pulling force, and the speed reached an incredible level.

One second he was in the basement, and the next he appeared miles away.

Li Xiangwen's voice also became clearer and clearer.

……

In the living room, Li Xiangwen stood in front of the set altar with some trepidation, counting the offerings he had prepared over and over again, fearing that anything would be missed.

Last night, Li Xiangwen dreamed of a ritual process that was said to be "asking for advice". After waking up, he didn't take it seriously and just thought it was an ordinary dream.

But when he saw a doll wrapped in cloth beside the bed, he was surprised to realize that it was not a dream, but the mysterious being taught him the "asking for advice" ritual in a dream.

Li Xiangwen thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember who taught him, but he remembered the ceremony clearly.

Storybooks all say that immortals can teach magic in dreams. Li Xiangwen felt that he had received a magic teaching in a dream, but the one who taught him the magic in the dream was not an immortal.

Having been in this business for so many years, although Li Xiangwen has never learned it, he knows that "asking the gods" is a ritual to communicate with the souls of the deceased.

From here, Li Xiangwen overturned some possible speculations and determined that the mysterious existence should be a deceased person.

The other party is very familiar with modern technology, which also means that the other party must have died not too long ago, or he may be an ancient ghost who has been stranded in the world of the living.

The latter is much less likely than the former.

The world of the living is not a place for ghosts, and the probability of them staying there for such a long time without any accidents is too low.

This is the conclusion Li Xiangwen came to after observing for the past few days.

From the several times he interacted directly with the other party, with his ability to read people's expressions, he could naturally tell that the other party was not that kind of violent evil spirit.

Just like the last time he was looking for someone, as long as he was willing to help the other person, the other person would give him something in return. He was not the kind of evil spirit who only asked others to do things and was unwilling to give anything in return.

Overall, Li Xiangwen had a good impression of the mysterious existence.

He also hopes that this relationship will continue, not only so that he can use the other party's power to solidify his title of "Master", but also so that he can slowly uncover the veil of the mysterious world through the other party.

However, if he had a choice, he actually didn't want his granddaughter to come into contact with that mysterious existence.

No matter what, the other party is a ghost.

Li Xiangwen didn't dare to guarantee 100% that the other party had no ill intentions. After all, he only knew a little about the other party.

But he has no choice now.

Looking at the delicate little girl in the arms of his daughter-in-law Shen Lan, Li Xiangwen strengthened his determination.

What he said about his granddaughter's night terrors was actually not quite accurate. His granddaughter's symptoms were much more serious than simple night terrors.

Starting from a few days ago, his granddaughter Li Ruoyu became confused and dazed at night, often talking nonsense. As soon as she fell asleep, she would talk in her sleep and cry after waking up.

His granddaughter was only five years old, how could she withstand such torture?

In just a few days, the originally lively and cheerful little girl became a lonely and taciturn child, and her complexion became worse day by day.

If this continues, even if the disease is cured later, it will probably leave a huge psychological shadow.

A few days ago, when Li Xiangwen heard about his granddaughter's symptoms, he concluded that it might be caused by loss of soul.

Later, he went to the next city to visit his granddaughter. After trying many folk remedies but to no avail, he had no choice but to seek help from that mysterious being.

"Dad, can this rice cure Xiaoyu?" Shen Lan patted Li Ruoyu, who was also sleeping restlessly in her arms.

"Didn't you hear what they said about me at the gate of the community? Just ask around, and everyone who mentions me won't give me a thumbs-up." Li Xiangwen lit three incense sticks. "Don't listen to that brat Li Jin. He can even talk about his father, a half-immortal, as a charlatan. He hasn't even come to see his father for months, and he didn't even come home with his daughter when she was sick."

Shen Lan defended her husband: "He's busy and hasn't been home for several days."

Li Ruoyu mumbled something in her arms, and then started crying again, his two little hands tightly grasping her collar.

Shen Lan hugged Li Ruoyu tighter: "Don't cry, don't cry, mom is here, grandpa is here too..."

Seeing this scene, Li Xiangwen became even more dissatisfied with his son: "Xiaoyu is so sick, I don't know what he is busy with. I can't rely on him anymore in my old age."

"You might see some... some strange visions later. Don't be surprised. Just hold on to Xiaoyu."

According to her husband Li Jin, his father-in-law is a father who likes to play tricks and does things in a dishonest way.

Shen Lan brought her daughter here with the mentality of trying everything possible.

But seeing that Li Xiangwen had prepared so seriously for such a long time, Shen Lan felt a little hope in her heart.

Maybe it will be useful...

She hugged her daughter tightly in her arms with heartache and rested her chin on her daughter's forehead.

Taking a deep breath, Li Xiangwen placed a piece of white paper with his granddaughter's name and birth date, as well as a small photo, under the offerings. He then sat down on the cushion in front of the altar and began the first step of the ceremony.

He grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it on the altar, chanting, "Heaven and earth are dark yellow, yin and yang bring prosperity. I hereby invite the gods of the three realms and the heroic spirits of my ancestors. Disciple Li Xiangwen bows with all sincerity, praying for the gods to open the way for the spiritual world to open up, rice connects yin and yang, and I invite you to see the wandering ghosts of the underworld..."

The sound of the spell echoed in the living room, making the atmosphere in the living room solemn.

After reciting the spell three times, Li Xiangwen picked up the bowl of rice on the table and gently knocked three times on the small doll placed on the altar.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, blowing the green smoke from the three incense sticks to one side.

Having seen so many strange things, Li Xiangwen is no longer surprised.

But Shen Lan, who had never experienced such a thing, was frightened and her heart tightened, and her breathing became rapid in an instant.

The taboo-like mystery brought by rituals and spells is something irresistible to people who are deeply influenced by this culture. Once they encounter it, they will feel the indescribable excitement and fear behind the mystery.

A deep sense of fear quietly seized Shen Lan's consciousness.

What did you really invite?
"...The living borrow rice, the ghost borrows talismans. One spread opens the nine netherworlds, two spreads clear the path to the underworld..."

With his eyes half-closed, Li Xiangwen grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it on the altar in the shape of a snake.

"Green smoke lingers above the white rice, ghosts wander the road to the underworld. Now I ask that nameless ghost to quickly come to the rice. The Yin and Yang are separated, but the rice bridge connects them..."

Li Xiangwen picked up the bowl and tapped the altar three times with the bottom of the bowl.

The middle of the rice in the bowl suddenly sank, forming a nonsensical depression.

The windows around the house were closed, but a strong wind blew the curtains.

It was as if time suddenly sped up, and half of the three incense sticks on the altar were burned out in an instant.

A chilling, hair-raising aura quietly enveloped the entire room. The stench of blood filled the air, creating a terrifying feeling of being plunged into hell.

His consciousness and body sank at the same time, and Li Xiangwen, who was sweating profusely, found that he could not even move his fingers.

Even though he had seen the mysterious being several times, Li Xiangwen was still panicked.

Is the person invited here the original one?
That person wasn't as scary as he is now when he appeared before...

Did they invite something else up?
Li Xiangwen heard his granddaughter crying and wanted to turn around to comfort her, but he felt his consciousness continuing to fall.

He became even more panicked because he found that he had lost control of his body.

After the cold aura spread throughout his body, he became a spectator.

I can only watch my perspective change like watching a movie and listen to the sounds coming out of my throat.

Possessed?!
Shen Lan's fingers had turned white as she held her daughter.

While patting her daughter who suddenly burst into tears, she stared at Li Xiangwen's back.

After the chill just now descended, she suddenly felt terrified and almost ran away from here.

"Heart-pounding" is not an adjective, but a real thing that happened.

Her heart was indeed beating faster and faster.

Every part of her body seemed to be jumping along with it.

The fear from deep within her heart kept urging her to escape from here immediately, but her legs and feet were too weak to move.

Even if she could move, how could she escape?

Looking at Li Xiangwen sitting quietly in front of the altar, Shen Lan shuddered.

What kind of person was invited here?

Then, she saw Li Xiangwen slowly turn his head and look at Li Ruoyu in her arms with a strange look.

"Lost soul?"

This was Li Xiangwen's voice, but the tone was not Li Xiangwen's.

The numb Shen Lan had a somewhat absurd idea: Did she really see... a ghost?

Li Xiangwen stood up and said, "Bring me a lock of her hair. I want to summon her spirit."

Shen Lan wanted to get the scissors, but found that her body was too weak to stand up, so she had to put Li Ruoyu down, dragged her weak body to get the scissors, and cut a bunch of hair from Li Ruoyu's head with her trembling hands and handed it to "Li Xiangwen".

Then she heard "Li Xiangwen," whom she dared not look directly at, say, "Keep your head down. Don't be afraid no matter what happens."

Shen Lan quickly lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against her daughter's face to comfort her who was still crying.

……

Was it because of the shock that one of the three souls left the body on its own?

Or is it affected by some force, or is a soul confined to another place by some existence?

Li Zhen, who was possessed by Li Xiangwen, looked at the hair in his hand, and then looked at the little girl placed on the chair by the woman.

As soon as he arrived here, he saw that the little girl's yang energy was weak, and her spirit, energy and vitality were not complete, which was a manifestation of incomplete three souls.

The three souls of heaven, earth and man are each responsible for different functions. If frightened or encountering sudden changes, the human soul is most likely to temporarily leave the body.

Once a person's soul leaves the body, it will cause the person to experience symptoms such as mental confusion, drowsiness, and high fever.

Li Zhen didn't think that the little girl was scared out of her wits, because Li Zhen felt a different aura from the little girl.

Li Xiangwen was looking for ghosts everywhere, and he, Li Zhen, was actually also constantly looking for his kind.

Now it seemed that he had encountered traces left by his own kind, which made Li Zhen's imagination run wild.

Since we have the same kind, we must meet each other...

Li Zhen blocked Li Xiangwen's consciousness and perception, grabbed a bunch of straw that Li Xiangwen had prepared, and quickly tied it into the shape of a doll.

After sticking the small photo on the doll's face, Li Zhen wrapped the little girl's hair around the doll's neck and officially began to "summon the spirit."

"In the east there is the Azure Dragon, in the west there is the White Tiger; the Big Dipper lights the way for the souls to return to their master; a ten-foot-long red robe serves as a banner; the three souls and seven spirits follow the incense!"

Li Zhen was chanting the spell to call back souls, but his hands were performing black magic.

He wrapped a handful of white rice in a white cloth and made a gesture to call back the soul, but in fact he was concentrating on visualizing the evil spider demon in his heart.

The spider demon that occupied half of his consciousness opened his eyes.

Li Zhen has a very close connection with the spider demon. Even without the demon statue, it does not affect his ability to perform black magic.

Unless the opponent is too strong, he doesn't need to set up an altar to fight the opponent.

Li Zhen inserted two long needles into the doll's eyebrows and crown respectively.

The little girl over there suddenly stopped crying.

Another little girl walked out of the body and walked towards Li Zhen in a daze.

Shen Lan, who didn't dare to look up, felt even more panicked. She couldn't help but say, "Dad, Xiaoyu seems to be in pain..."

Li Zhen did not answer.

He inserted the third needle into the puppet's left temple, but as soon as the needle was inserted, it encountered resistance and was pushed out again.

interesting……

Detective Li looked up at the sacred case.

In the green smoke rising from the three incense sticks, he saw a tattered rag doll made of fabrics of various colors.

wrong!

Not fabric!

If you look closely, you can see that each piece of fabric is actually a crying child.

The two eyeballs on the rag doll turned towards Li Zhen like the eyes of a living person.

The three needles stabbed by Li Zhen were pulled up at the same time.

Is this an evil spirit raised by someone, or something else?
After the initial test, Li Zhen was a little disappointed with the other party's ability.

This guy may not be as strong as the little ghost.

There might be a master behind this thing...

I don't know who the owner of this thing is...

Worth seeing...

Li Zhen pressed the first two needles first, and then slowly pressed the third needle.

With a "puff" sound, a piece of cloth on the rag doll suddenly fell down.

"...Remember...your...breath..."

After a faint sharp voice was heard, the green smoke from the three incense sticks dissipated into a ball.

"Li Ruoyu, Li Ruoyu, your soul may not stop even if you are tripped by thatched grass, nor may your soul be frightened by wild dogs chasing and biting you. The Kitchen God may light a fire to lead the way, and the wind chimes on the eaves are your bells for returning home!"

After reciting the last few sentences of the "Soul-Calling Spell", Li Zhen looked up at the gate.

A little girl, who seemed to be looming, walked directly through the gate and appeared in front of the altar.

The little girl had a dazed look on her face, with no energy in her eyes. She looked exactly like the girl Shen Lan was holding in her arms.

Is this the human soul?
Li Zhen burned the puppet in his hand directly with fire.

The human soul that was freed from its restraints and the other souls that were taken out of the body by Li Zhen felt the pulling force and walked towards their own bodies at the same time.

Passing through Shen Lan's body, the little girl's soul finally merged with her body.

The painful expression on the little girl's face gradually disappeared, then she opened her eyes and vaguely called out "Mom".

Shen Lan quickly grabbed the little girl's hand and said, "Xiaoyu, be good. Mommy is here. Mommy is here!"

Tears were still on the little girl's face, but her face was full of energy: "I think I saw grandpa, grandpa waved to me... Grandpa snatched me back from the bad guys... I'm hungry, mom..."

Shen Lan's heart skipped a beat again.

As a mother, she takes care of her daughter every day and was keenly aware that her daughter seemed to be becoming more energetic, which made her completely relieved.

But the weirdness in her daughter's words made her scalp tingle again.

"We are at grandpa's house. Be good, don't talk and don't look up. Mom will make you something to eat later." Patting her daughter, Shen Lan whispered a few words of comfort.

Seeing that her daughter had become sensible and stopped talking, she felt relieved.

Only when she heard a cry of "Ouch" did Shen Lan dare to look up at Li Xiangwen.

She was frightened when she saw Li Xiangwen holding the altar and looking unsteady.

"Dad, how are you?" Shen Lan quickly stood up and went to support Li Xiangwen.

(End of this chapter)