Sludge suction system

Shi Muda, ignoring the need for a response, quickly scanned the frenzied Ling Shan Jun with a furrowed brow. He swiftly opened an ancient text, his hands trembling slightly as he muttered incantations, desperately searching for a solution. Without a word, the head of the Shi Ning family flashed forward like a black lightning bolt, arriving before Ling Shan Jun. His hands rapidly formed hand seals, and powerful spiritual energy surged from his body, transforming into a sturdy barrier that shimmered with a faint light, temporarily halting Ling Shan Jun's frenzied attacks.

High Priestess Zhu Feng'er's eyes were resolute. She raised her hand and waved it, causing a soft yet powerful white light to emanate from her body. The light wrapped around Lord Lingshan like ribbons, attempting to restrain his movements. Grand Master Liu Jun also dared not slacken his efforts. He chanted incantations and constantly changed hand gestures, casting powerful spells that worked in conjunction with Zhu Feng'er's power to further suppress the evil energy within Lord Lingshan.

"Shi Muda, hurry up! This power is too strong, we can't hold on much longer!" the Shi Ning family head shouted through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, clearly under immense pressure. Shi Muda didn't even look up, his hands moving even faster, sweat dripping onto the ancient book. Finally, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Found it! According to the ancient book, if we combine our strength to cast the 'Demon-Suppressing Seal,' we might be able to temporarily control it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood. Shi Muda, the head of the Shi Ning family, the high priest Zhu Feng'er, and the grand master Liu Jun quickly took their positions, rapidly forming hand seals and chanting incantations in unison. Four different colored lights converged from their hands, intertwining to form a huge golden mark, which slowly pressed down towards Lord Lingshan.

Under the overwhelming force, Lord Lingshan's movements gradually slowed, and his frenzied roars weakened. His body began to tremble slightly, and the madness in his eyes faded, replaced by pain and confusion. Finally, under the combined control of everyone, Lord Lingshan slowly collapsed onto the bed and fell into a coma.

Meanwhile, in the airtight chamber of the witch's mansion, a pungent stench of decay permeated the air. Dim light flickered on the walls, making the twisted and grotesque runes on them appear even more eerie. Wu Mai, dressed in a black robe, his body hunched over like a lurking beast, sat cross-legged on a magic circle in the center of the chamber. His hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals, and he chanted incantations. The syllables he uttered were obscure and difficult to understand. Accompanied by eerie sounds, thick black mist rose from the magic circle, completely enveloping him.

Suddenly, Wu Mai's movements came to an abrupt halt. The confident expression on his face froze instantly, replaced by an incredulous terror. He snapped his eyes open, a glint of madness and rage flashing within them, his already distorted face now even more ferocious. "How is this possible!" His voice was sharp and trembling, echoing eerily in the secret chamber.

He could clearly sense that the malevolent energy he had painstakingly manipulated to corrupt Lord Lingshan was being frantically suppressed by a powerful force, like someone suddenly interfering in his carefully laid-out chess game, threatening to lead to his complete defeat. This sudden turn of events jeopardized his plans and rendered all his hard work futile.

"Who is it? Who is ruining my plans?!" Wu Mai roared hysterically, waving his hands wildly in the air, the black mist around him churning violently like storm clouds swept by a gale. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear the person who ruined his plans to pieces.

Wu Mai was unwilling to accept defeat. He gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to once again channel the power within his body, attempting to strengthen his control over the malevolent energy. However, all of this was in vain. The oppressive force was like a mountain pressing down, unbreakable, and his struggles seemed so insignificant and powerless before it. As time passed, the connection between him and the malevolent energy grew weaker and weaker until it was completely severed.

"No!" Wu Mai let out a desperate scream, his voice filled with endless pain and resentment. His body trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible force. Then, a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, drawing a dazzling arc in the air before splashing onto the magic circle, staining the eerie runes even more crimson.

Wu Mai's face turned deathly pale, his already weak breath grew even fainter, and he swayed precariously. He collapsed helplessly into the magic circle, his eyes vacant and lost, muttering to himself, "How could I lose... I'm not reconciled..." The flames of hatred burned fiercely in his heart, and he secretly vowed to find those who had ruined his plans and make them pay a terrible price.

Emerging from the palace, Wu Dongzi, clutching the half-ganoderma lucidum, hurried through the winding, dimly lit corridors towards the secret chamber. He looked slightly weary, but his eyes held a hint of anticipation, eager to deliver the ganoderma lucidum to his father and gain his approval.

When Wu Dongzi pushed open the door to the secret chamber, a strong, malevolent aura rushed out, sending a chill down his spine. He looked closely and saw his father, Wu Mai, slumped weakly before the altar, a gruesome trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale. The magical artifacts around him were scattered on the ground, and the altar, which had previously radiated an eerie light, had become dim and lifeless, as if it had lost all its power.

"Father!" Wu Dongzi exclaimed, rushing forward and setting aside the Ganoderma lucidum he was holding. He knelt down to support Wu Mai. His voice trembled, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Wu Mai slowly raised his head, looking at his son before him. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes—resentment, anger, and a hint of relief. He struggled to raise his hand, wanting to grasp Wu Dongzi's arm, but it fell limply to his side. "Dongzi...you're back." Wu Mai's voice was hoarse and weak, as if it might dissipate into the gloomy, secret room at any moment.

Wu Dongzi held Wu Mai's hand tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "Father, don't speak, rest for a while. I'll go find someone to rescue you." With that, he tried to get up and leave.

Wu Mai pulled him back forcefully, shaking his head. "It's no use... Something went wrong on Lord Lingshan's side. My plans were disrupted, and I even suffered a backlash." A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "I never expected they could ruin my scheme. It's truly despicable!"

Wu Dongzi's heart tightened. He knew how much effort his father had put into this plan, and now that it had all failed, the blow to him was unimaginable. He silently handed the half of the Ganoderma lucidum to Wu Mai and said softly, "Father, although I only brought back half of the Ganoderma lucidum, it may be of some help to your injuries."

Wu Mai looked at the half-eaten Ganoderma lucidum, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He took the Ganoderma lucidum and sighed softly, "Dongzi, you've put your heart into this. Although this Ganoderma lucidum cannot completely heal my injuries, it can alleviate some of the pain." He put the Ganoderma lucidum in his mouth and slowly chewed it.

After a moment, Wu Mai's complexion improved slightly. He sat up straight, looked at Wu Dongzi, and his eyes revealed a hint of determination. "Dongzi, although Father's plan has failed, we cannot give up like this. As long as Lord Lingshan lives, Lord Linghuan's great cause will be difficult to complete."

Looking into his father's resolute eyes, Wu Dongzi felt a surge of inexplicable courage. He nodded and said, "Father, I will listen to you. No matter the cost, I will help you complete your plan."

Wu Mai nodded in satisfaction, a relieved smile on his face. He patted Wu Dongzi on the shoulder and said, "Good son, I'm relieved to hear you say that. Let's start over. This time, we absolutely cannot fail again."

The father and son's eyes met, and in the gloomy, secret room, their eyes shone with a resolute light, as if proclaiming their indomitable struggle against fate.