Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 27 Territory Master
In the scarlet field of vision, there was the sound of flowing water and the faint presence of corpses.

The silver bowl seemed unable to withstand such a large amount of blood, and liquid began to seep out, forming irregular patterns.

Chen Ning'an hid in the corner, his eyes constantly flashing.

The hexagram was circulating in his mind, and he really wanted this bowl.

But Chen Ningan knew his own limitations and knew that if he took action now, he would definitely not be a match for Dharma King Anjiang.

That finger could pierce flesh, break ribs, and kill ghosts with its internal strength, which was not something he could resist.

The reason why he was able to break through this man before was, one, because he caught him by surprise, and the other was that he used the Wind-Calling Talisman.

The wind-calling talisman was engraved on the wind leaf, and it was only with the power of the wind fruit in his body that he was able to do this. Otherwise, he would have been dead.

However, the only trump card left in his hand now was the lightning-struck wooden sword.

This sword may not be useful to Dharma King Anjiang.

How did he attract those things to harm people?
Chen Ning'an's thoughts became active, and he subconsciously thought of the ashes mixed with wax on the ground.

Was it something burning that caused it?

What is that?
There are too many puzzles, this lantern world is too mysterious.

While thinking, the blood that gushed out was gradually absorbed by the bowl. Chen Ningan saw that the blood in the bowl began to become holy.

Attracting ghosts will not work.

He knew clearly in his heart that this was the opponent's method, so there was only one last method left.

Dharma King Anjiang is offering sacrifices, celebrating the existence of this place, thus separating the lantern world from the real world.

What would happen if he broke the ritual?

Chen Ning'an took out all the lightning-struck wood powder from his arms and poured it down the ravine little by little.

So much blood was filled with evil energy, and the lightning-struck wood powder was an extremely hard and yang substance. He had no idea what effect it would have.

But it is very likely that the ritual cannot be completed and the connection between the two worlds cannot be severed.

But what does this have to do with him?

All the lightning wood powder was poured down and flowed into the bowl along with the red liquid.

"It's almost done, it's almost done!"

Dharma King Anjiang accompanied the corpses with only emotion in his eyes.

"After years of planning, it's finally going to be completed. I can finally advance!"

He squatted down. The blood had stopped flowing and all the scarlet in the bowl was fading.

It became clear, but this clarity contained an evil that could not be concealed amidst the redness.

Dharma King Anjiang carefully picked up the bowl, but he did not use it. Instead, he kept calling out from the spot.

He muttered something incomprehensible, put the silver bowl on the platform, took out something from his arms and lit it.

Along with the curling smoke, the space was actually shaking.

The soft earth cracked open, and flesh and blood spread out like flesh.

The keratinous object that Chen Ning'an had climbed before pierced through the flesh wall from the dome and slowly reached towards the silver bowl.

"Respected Lord, as agreed, I have brought flesh and blood, and will use the most sacred vessel for sacrifice. You will take half of the blood."

A fleshy whisker stretched out from the giant pillar and slowly entered the bowl.

Dharma King Anjiang looked at it eagerly with an excited expression, but the next second, the whisker of flesh quickly turned black as if it was burned by flames.

The fleshy whiskers retracted like lightning, and the horny object shrank back into the dome.

"Boom!"

The space trembled, and the face of Dharma King Anjiang changed drastically.

"Lord! What happened? Lord, calm down. No, this... that's not what I meant!"

"Lord, I may have made a mistake, please give me another chance!" He seemed very scared and kept crying and begging. However, the next second, Chen Ning'an saw the ground opposite him being torn apart and a creepy creature crawling out.

It was a monster with a human face, with withered hair and a huge, insect-like body.

Hands were spread out on both sides, making a "crackling" sound when they collided.

"Lord, please listen to my explanation!"

Dharma King Anjiang kept retreating. He suddenly took out several red candles from his arms and lit them.

"laugh!"

The candle melted quickly and lasted only a few seconds.

The fire lit up brightly for a moment, and after the monster appeared, the candles in the hands of all the lantern holders began to burn violently.

Endless and terrible malice came from all directions, and Chen Ningan held the lightning-struck wooden sword tightly against his right shoulder.

Stimulated by this, the cold feeling on his shoulder began to spread again, almost freezing one of his arms!
But he couldn't make a sound, enduring the severe pain, and remained motionless.

If he moved even a little, he might be exposed, so he even suppressed his breathing.

The airflow provided by the wind fruit in the body blows directly back to the lungs from the mouth.

Behind the extreme candlelight is extreme darkness.

It was pitch dark and I couldn't see anything.

But Chen Ning'an heard the screams of Dharma King Anjiang, the sound was so shrill, like an evil ghost crawling out of the world.

"Lord of the Realm! I am not someone you can easily mess with. I am the guide. Aren't you afraid of the Lord of the Realm behind me?"

He roared, and Chen Ning'an could feel that after these few words, the malice around him was no longer so arrogant.

"Haha, you don't dare, do you? Even territory masters make distinctions. Today is my fault. I don't know what went wrong. At worst, you can just pretend that I haven't been here today. How about that?"

"You also took something from me. I will remember this lesson."

All the malice was slowly fading away. Chen Ning'an saw sparks flashing. Dharma King Anjiang was lighting a lamp... no, he was lighting a cigarette.

In a flash of fire, he saw a horrifying scene: Dharma King Anjiang was pierced by "feet" one by one and was hanging in the air.

Both of his eyes were pushed out by the "foot" that entered through the back of his head, and were hanging on it.

Even so, King Anjiang did not die, but negotiated terms while smoking a cigar.

"Evil..."

The sound gradually died down and slowly faded away.

The guide’s body...is it so perverted?

Chen Ning'an's scalp tingled. This was completely beyond his understanding.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, he saw the flame of a cigar falling from mid-air, accompanied by the painful cry of King Anjiang.

"It's really unlucky."

He struggled to get up from the ground, and took out a candle from somewhere and lit it.

The brief light brought a sense of security. Chen Ning'an saw that his body was already badly damaged, with his eyes, brain, internal organs, and even many bones broken.

The blood hole continued to bleed, but King Anjiang was smiling.

"No matter what, my inner strength can finally be advanced. The realm master promised that he would teach me more things after my inner strength is advanced!"

He picked up the silver bowl tremblingly, dipped his hand in it, and wanted to put it in his mouth.

However, the next second his fingers quickly dried up and turned black, as if they were burned by flames.

"How could this happen? My hands, no, my inner strength!"

Dharma King Anjiang couldn't believe it. When he looked closely, he saw sawdust floating in the bowl.

(End of this chapter)