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The Lord of the Left Path
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The Book of Changes says: Dao has no boundaries, Pang Men Ba Bai, Left Path Three Thousand. Zuo Ci says: If you don't work hard to cultivate immortality, we can just be brothers in Wan Hun Fan. The author said: Dear readers, I think you and I are destined to be together. Can I lend you my Poor Dao Heavenly Spirit Cover? Jiejiejie Tongcheng, Phoenix Entertainment International. The luxuriously decorated presidential box. A middle-aged man with a big belly Human Face looked gloomily at the young man wailing on the sofa. The young man's body was wrapped in gauze, and foul-smelling black blood kept seeping out of the gauze. There was actually green pus mixed in the black blood. It seemed that there were fat white maggots wriggling in the sticky pus. Pu Pan Nan Master, you are the most famous Gui Jiang Shi in Southeast Asia. Someone must have set up a trap on my son. You must help me kill that bastard! The middle-aged man said grimly. In front of the middle-aged man stood a thin man wearing a Black Shirt and having Black-Brown Skin. The thin man had his hair tied up high on his head and a tattoo of Azure Blackfemale ghost face on his neck. PupilScarlet as blood. If someone observes carefully. Then I found that the female ghost Pupil on the master's neck tattoo was actually spinning. Like a living thing. The skin and flesh are festered, pus and maggots are born. This is our favorite death curse in Southeast Asia Exorcist, Rotting Flesh Curse. I can solve this Xiang Tou. However, removing the curse will cause significant Shu Fa backlash to the Exorcist who cast the curse. Once the other party knows that I am the one who removed the curse, he will definitely fight me to the death! Pu Panping Master is not pretentious either. He stretched out six fingers and said: Chen Zong, six million, if you give me one cent less, I can't do anything! The pot-bellied Chen Zong gritted his teeth and said: Master, I heard that the fees charged by you Southeast Asian Exorcist are not so outrageous!
"Who has less money, go find them!" Pu Panping laughed and said, "But I need to remind you, Chen Zong, your son doesn't have much time left. Once the Rotting Flesh Curse is placed on him, his flesh will rot in three days, and in five days, his bones and blood will dry up. In seven days, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal wouldn't be able to save him!"
Chen Zong's expression darkened. His secretary, seemingly aware of something, whispered a few words in his ear. Chen Zong looked at Pu Pan Nan with a mix of emotions and said, "As long as you can save my son and deal with that bastard Exorcist, I'll pay six million without hesitation!"
"Rest assured, Chen Zong," Pu Pan Nan replied confidently. "You can ask around in the Southeast Asian supernatural circles about my reputation!"
Chen Zong nodded. His secretary had just informed him that Pu Pan Nan was one of the Nanyang Top Ten Sorcerers. Many big names in the entertainment and finance industries had sought his help, and he was known for his extraordinary effectiveness.
Pu Pan Nan took out a cracked human skull and placed it before Chen Zong's son, who was wrapped in bandages and suffering immensely. Then he pulled out a jar from his pocket, opened the lid, revealing a thick liquid of Azure Black inside.
As soon as the jar was opened, an unbearable stench filled the air, causing Chen Zong, who was used to a life of luxury, to tear up. "This is Divine Oil extracted from the Qi Sha Shi Guai. It can contaminate any Shu Fa technique. Just one sip will guarantee your son’s recovery!" Pu Pan Nan said with a grin.
Divine Oil! Chen Zong cursed inwardly. Extracted from what Qi Sha Shi Guai? Isn’t that just Corpse Oil? He felt an intense rage boiling within him.
Just as he was about to question why Pu Pan Nan would give such a disgusting substance to his son, his secretary whispered again: "Use poison to combat poison!"
Chen Zong hesitated for a moment. After all, his secretary was well-versed in these dark arts within the Southeast Asian circles and understood these matters better than he did.
Gu Du... Gu Du...
The young master drank down the foul-smelling Divine Oil.
The body began to tremble uncontrollably, the eyelids rolling back to reveal waxy white pupils.
"Wow!"
The young man started to vomit black liquid onto the ground. Among the mess were chunks of greenish flesh and a large clump of hair. After expelling all this, he surprisingly felt better.
He cheered, "Master, you’re incredible! I feel so light all over now, and there’s no pain at all!"
Pu Pan Nan smiled and said, "It's just a minor technique."
But before he could continue boasting, the young man's body convulsed again as if electrocuted, resembling a zombie. His limbs began to fold inwards, his pupils appearing like drops of white wax, devoid of any visible irises.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
The young man wanted to wail, but his mouth seemed uncontrollable, emitting sounds akin to a beast's roar.
"Master, what’s happening?" Chen Zong asked, his face pale.
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Pu Pan Nan's expression turned grave. "Chen Zong, you’ve offended someone who is not an ordinary Exorcist. I fear they might be one of those Deviant Arts practitioners from your country. Is this witchcraft?"
He too showed signs of confusion. After all, Xiang Tou Shu was something that originated from our country.
In the distance, within Tun Lin, stood a young man with a pale complexion and neck tattoos covered in dense scriptures beside a large pit that had been artificially dug out. He held a bowl of fresh chicken blood.
"Oh? Someone dares to challenge my Xiang Tou?"
His eyes were devoid of whites, pitch black like ink, revealing a hint of coldness as he smiled. "But unfortunately, for the funeral rites of Seven Days, I will borrow your soul for my own."
In front of him lay the body of a woman covered in blood drawn into intricate Fuzhen symbols. The corpse was not face up but rather buried face down.
Azure-black veins twisted around her body like vines.
"Underworld has its paths; Huang Quan has its guides. I borrow your life for my own path."
"Wu Gui! Wu Gui! Communicate with me!"
"Three Souls and Seven Spirits, why do you not come swiftly?"
The young man poured the dark chicken blood he held onto the back of the woman he was burying, reciting incantations as he did so. He glanced up at the gravestone of the burial pit. The photo on the gravestone was surprisingly that of a young man. Below it was his name: Chen Jiahao.
Thump, thump.
The woman’s body, bent over in burial, began to tremble as if she had leaped out of water, her hands and feet shaking violently, followed by her entire body. Then her neck twisted irregularly like a rusted machine, emitting a series of cracking sounds.
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The young master suddenly stopped his frenzy, his limbs awkwardly sprawled on the sofa, his face pale and darkened, his eyes vacant.
Mom!
Pu Pan Nan's body trembled; this person was too ruthless, actually using Evil Arts to bind your son’s Three Souls and Seven Spirits.
He started with the Rotting Flesh Curse to decay the body, then used Conjuring Technique to seize the soul. This was aimed at scattering your family's young master’s soul completely.
Chen Zong, where did you encounter such fierce Deviant Arts?
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With a face ashen as death, Chen Zong picked up his phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
Pu Pan Nan's gaze was sharp, signaling Chen Zong to answer the call.
Hello, who is this? Chen Zong asked, his voice trembling.
Chen Zong, I am Zuo Ci, the mastermind behind your son's demise.
A remarkably youthful voice came from the other end.
Just let my son go; I’ll give you anything! What do you want? Money? Women? Or jade? I’ll give you anything!
Chen Zong shouted in agitation.
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