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Puff, puff, puff.
From Zuo Ci's chest, abdomen, and shoulders extended tentacle-like Human Face ghosts, tearing flesh and blood as they opened their massive mouths to bite at Mazongba.
The others looked on in horror at such a bizarre sight, their faces pale as frost.
"Not yet, come to die!" Zuo Ci grinned savagely, using the impact of the Human Face ghosts to instantly appear before Mazongba.
He extended his palm and struck toward Mazongba. In his palm, flesh writhed and pushed out the features of the Human Face. The Human Face let out a roar as it bit down hard on Mazongba's forehead.
"No, no! I have the Bodhisattva protecting me! How could I be defeated by your trickery? I refuse to believe it!" Mazongba struggled.
"Bodhisattva?" Zuo Ci scoffed. "Just a monster stitched together from the flesh of some demons using sorcery!"
Mazongba clutched his head. His pupils rolled back under an inexplicable force, blood dripping from his scalp onto the ground. Behind him, the Blood Flesh Bodhisattva had a gash forming at the corner of its mouth, as if mocking Zuo Ci.
"What kind of Chimera dares to call itself a Bodhisattva?"
Seven Human Face ghosts bit at Mazongba's limbs and body, lifting him into the air and quickly devouring him. In no time at all, Mazongba vanished without a trace. The Blood Flesh Bodhisattva behind him also slowly dissipated.
With a thud, a blood-soaked Ancient Bronze Scroll fell from Mazongba's body, stained with flesh and blood. The surface of the scroll was engraved with Tibetan script.
Zuo Ci gathered his Yanfu Tongshen and casually picked up the scroll from the ground. As he gently pulled it open, it revealed a painting. The material of the painting resembled leather, delicate in his hands.
This was what they called a Human Skin Thangka!
Dun Zong was most adept at crafting magical artifacts from Human Skin and human bones. There were two types of materials used to create Human Skin Thangkas: one was taken from the back of a Deceased High Monk by Yuanji.
The back of the Mature Young Girl was untouched by worldly affairs. The former's entire being was attached to the Tangka. Typically, this was a ritual performed by a master for their disciple. The latter was what Dun Zong believed. A pure maiden possessed the ability to communicate with the divine. Although unable to comprehend Tibetan, Zuo Ci still tucked the Human Skin Thangka into his embrace.
Zuo Xian, the Guan Jintang hesitated to speak. It was precisely because he had interacted with Zuo Ci that he understood this person's emotions and temperament. "Rest assured, Guan Boss, since I am here, I have my ways to handle this!" Zuo Ci grinned. "Then, I shall trouble you, Zuo Xian!" Guan Jintang nodded.
With Cao Juan Ren present, we, the foolish and ignorant ones, shall not disturb any further. "Guan Boss, I take my leave!" The other two elders could only lament their parents for not giving them two more legs.
Who exactly was Zuo Ci? Within the circle, he was referred to as the reincarnation of the Sixth Demon King. He was a harbinger of disaster, akin to a spear dipped in history—whoever touched him would meet their demise. The two elders had traveled far; "Xiao Li, prepare two red envelopes for them!" Guan Jintang smiled and nodded. The two elders displayed grateful expressions. Indeed, the wealthiest man in Tongcheng lived up to his reputation.
Once those two departed, Zuo Ci began to cast his spell. He took out a pitch-black ghostly talisman and affixed it to the boy's forehead, instantly summoning a chilling wind. The phantom of five Qing Mian fangs appeared like a diamond protector, guarding the boy on either side.
Guan Jintang observed closely but dared not speak. "Zuo Ci" said coldly: "This is the Five Ghosts Warrior Talisman. It can protect your son's soul. I, Zuo, only kill; I do not dispel spells. If the opponent has cast a borrowing life technique, then their true body must not be too far from the host!"
"Everything will follow your instructions, Zuo Xian!" Guan Jintang replied respectfully.
Hearing that there was a master stationed at his residence, "Guan Boss, could you invite him to preside over the main hall? I will be back shortly!" said Zuo Ci.
"Hahahahahaha!"
A hearty laugh echoed through the back door.
The newcomer, known as Crane Hair Chicken Skin, had a pair of bright eyes that sparkled with vitality, not at all resembling the murky gaze of an old man. He looked more like a young man in his twenties.
Truly worthy of being Cao Juan Ren!
The old man chuckled, "Lao Fu, Dou Huai'an, is merely an old man with a straw hat from Leigong Mountain!"
"Then I must trouble you, senior!" Zuo Ci nodded in acknowledgment.
"Rest assured, Zuo Xian," Lao Fu replied. "Due to some old matters, I cannot intervene directly. However, preserving the young master's life should not be difficult!"
Dou Huai'an nodded in agreement.
After Zuo Ci left, Guan Jintang watched his retreating figure and whispered, "Dou Lao, what do you think of this person?"
"His temperament is eccentric, and he acts ruthlessly!" Dou Huai'an shook his head. "Jintang, if you wish to serve this person, I can only advise you to think twice."
There were many rumors circulating about his misdeeds—bone-sucking, skin-peeling, and the practice of Ren Zhi. Those who engaged in the crafting of small ghosts and the sinister art of skinning and bone-knocking would tremble at the mere mention of him!
In this era, how could one survive without being ruthless? Guan Jintang's eyes glimmered with fervor.
Dou Huai'an smiled lightly, "If you have money, you call the shots! But I must remind you not to attempt to control him; he is not someone who can be easily manipulated!"
Guan Jintang nodded in understanding.
Outside the Vienna Hotel, Zuo Ci set up five small black flags in a shaded area, each adorned with an Evil Spirit design.
He proclaimed confidently, "Yin Cao Feng Du, Spirit of the Abyss, ruler of the underworld, commanding the Yin Soldiers and Ming Jiang spirits—Chi Mei Xie Sui—come forth at my command!"
A chilling wind swirled around him as a ghostly general clad in decaying armor appeared, holding a weapon stained with darkened blood. This was Zuo's Fengdu Chaoshenshu.
Unlike the typical rituals that summoned five demon soldiers through orthodox methods, Zuo Ren faced great difficulty in cultivating his own soldiers because they were not recognized by heaven and earth; they belonged to the unorthodox path. They could only capture Shan Xiao Mu Ke themselves and tame them through force—an endeavor that would only lead to disaster.
"Go!" Zuo Ci commanded with a pointed finger.
The grotesque faces of the ghostly generals, bloodied and disfigured, scattered in all directions.
Listening to Zuo Ci's command, they set out to search for the lurking Evil Master nearby.
Before long, sounds of combat echoed from five meters to the southwest.
Zuo Ci squinted and smiled; he had found you!
He planted his feet firmly on the ground, and shadows writhed beneath him.
It was as if a tentacle extended from below, lifting his body as he sped forward like a gust of wind.
In the desolate outskirts, an old man dressed in tattered rags appeared, his black-brown skin gaunt and skeletal.
He maneuvered the small ghosts while retreating.
This was Zuo Ci's Yanfu Tongshen, whose strength was comparable to that of an ordinary She Qing Gui.
How could this withered Evil Master hope to contend with him?
In terms of cultivation realms, there were generally five levels: Awakening, Spirit, Law, Communication (Shen Tong).
Whether left or right, their titles still adhered to the family's hierarchy.
Scholar, Mage, Mountain Dweller (Fire Dweller), Ritual Master, Celestial Master.
At this moment, Zuo Ci's realm lay between Communication and Awakening.
Beneath his feet, the Yuan Ling that extended like tentacles was actually a manifestation of his cultivation.
He referred to it as Ming Tu.
This realm resembled the ability to carve out a small world of one's own, seeking a thread of transcendence within the solidified rules of heaven and earth.
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