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The Taoist turned and began to arrange the Fa Tan, as seven bronze lamps on the Eight Immortals Table gradually lit up with a ghostly blue flame. The Fifth Concubine, holding a Golden Silk Nanmu Box, leaned closer, revealing the complete thousand-year-old ginseng inside: "This is what the master brought back from Changbai Mountain last month..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a sudden clap of thunder roared outside, and lightning struck the Centennial Sophora Tree in the courtyard. uncle Zhao clearly saw the shadow of the Taoist reflected on the window paper, sprouting six arms. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the Third Concubine's Persian cat darted through the corridor, its fur standing on end, and spilled lamp oil onto the ground, igniting a Ghost Face Pattern.
Midnight was approaching as the Taoist used Zhusha to draw symbols on the Azure Brick Floor. The Bloodline slithered like a Living Snake, gradually weaving into a Bagua Formation Diagram. "You must be locked in the center of the formation with the coffin," he said, pulling out a rusty Bagua Lock. "No matter who calls you, do not respond; otherwise..."
Before he could finish his warning, the Paper Men at each corner of the mourning hall moved without wind, and a pale face suddenly appeared with Yan Zhi's blush. uncle Zhao felt the paper package in his arms as he stepped into the formation. When the Bagua Lock clicked into place, he heard the Seventh Concubine's delicate laughter drifting from the corridor: " uncle Zhao, take care; I’ll burn you ten sheets of yellow paper tomorrow..."
Suddenly feeling a chill at his neck, uncle Zhao realized that the paper package given by the Barefoot Monk was seeping warmth. Five protrusions began to pulse in his palm as if trying to break free from the paper. The sound of sticky water approached in the darkness, and uncle Zhao tightened his grip on the package, holding his breath.
The Coffin Board suddenly screeched against something, mixed with a woman's soft weeping: "Master... you’re pressing down on me too hard..." It was unmistakably Xiao Cui, the maid who had thrown herself into a well six months ago!
As cold sweat soaked through his clothes, the paper package in his arms suddenly became scalding hot. Five beams of golden light burst forth from it, transforming into Long Claws that dragged Old He up onto the Beam. Looking down, he saw two Faceless Black-Clothed Men lifting the Coffin Lid; as they helped out "the master," he turned and grinned maliciously—revealing the Taoist's face!
At that moment, thunder rolled along the eaves, and all of Li Mansion's glass windows shattered simultaneously. As uncle Zhao fell from the Beam, he caught sight of the charred corpse of the Taoist convulsing on the Fa Tan. The Blood Characters written in Sulfur writhed between Skin and Flesh like countless red centipedes gnawing at bones.
Amidst the screams of the Seven Concubines, the Fifth Concubine suddenly pointed at the coffin and screamed: "Blood! The coffin is bleeding!" Everyone looked over to see that indeed blood was seeping from between the seams of the golden silk nanmu coffin, pooling on the Azure Brick Floor to form a Bagua Pattern.
The Third Concubine's Persian cat let out a sharp cry; its emerald eyes suddenly burst open, and a bloody Eyeball rolled to rest by the Seventh Concubine's embroidered shoe. "Everyone shut up!" The Seventh Concubine stepped over the cat’s eyeball into the mourning hall; her crimson Qipao swept through pools of blood. " uncle Zhao, throw this Taoist's corpse into Luanzanggang."
Her fingertips stained with Dan Kou brushed against the Coffin Lid when she suddenly recoiled as if shocked—on the gilded Spirit Tablet, Li Zhongwen had inexplicably transformed into Zhang Xuanzhen. uncle Zhao struggled to rise; in his arms, the paper package had turned to ashes.
He stared at the blood spreading beneath the coffin, suddenly recalling the strange events of the night the Master passed away. At that time, the Western Grandfather Clock had just struck three, and the Master had suddenly grasped his hand, screaming, "They are in the walls... Seven..." Before he could finish his sentence, he took his last breath, tears of Heavenly Blood streaming from the corners of his eyes.
"Madam, this Taoist...," uncle Zhao began, but before he could finish, the sound of a car engine echoed from outside. Two bright headlights pierced through the rain, and as the car door opened, polished riding boots crunched over shards of glass scattered across the floor.
The newcomer was dressed in a yellow military uniform, a gun with an ivory handle strapped to his waist; it was none other than Colonel Sun, stationed in Jinling.
"I heard that Brother Li Zhongwen passed away at a young age?" Colonel Sun said as he removed his white gloves, revealing a right hand adorned with an emerald ring. "Last month, he borrowed some equipment from me for a battalion..."
His gaze swept over the trembling Seventh Concubines before suddenly fixing on one of them, her bosom heaving. "There must be an explanation."
The Seventh Concubine suddenly laughed coyly and stepped through the pool of blood towards him. "Colonel Sun is joking; my husband’s seventh day has not yet passed..."
Her Qipao had come undone at two buttons without her noticing, revealing a Little Golden Buddha hanging around her neck. "Why not discuss our debts in the study?"
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