The King of Curses

Chapter 211: The Art of Moving Mountains
After receiving the notification from the "Heavenly Ears", Cen Dongsheng pushed open the door and came in. The first thing he saw was a wall with a large hole in it, and inside the wall was a charred corpse. This strange scene did not cause any ripples in his heart;

The man's eyes fell on the two girls in the room, the only people he really cared about were his teammates.

One is the well-dressed senior Jiang;

And... the apprentice who was only wearing a thin nightgown, the hem of which only covered her thighs.

Those smooth, straight, slender and well-built legs made Cen Dongsheng, who was used to seeing beautiful women, couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Song Yutang felt that the man's gaze was very strange. She was a little confused at first, until Jiang Yunmei beside her quietly tugged at her sleeve, and then she reacted.

"what……"

The girl's pretty face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I'm sorry, Master! I was so busy reminding others that I forgot to change my clothes... Um, could you please..."

……

Song Yutang was changing clothes in the inner room, while Cen Dongsheng and Jiang Yunmei were chatting outside.

"I didn't expect that Song Xuemei also has a silly side."

Jiang Yunmei joked with a smile.

"You got the upper hand, Teacher Cen."

"It's just something I saw, it's not too revealing."

"Seeing the thighs is not enough? You want to take the opportunity to touch them." The girl deliberately raised her voice in a surprised tone, "You are really greedy."

The rustling sound of the girl in the inner room changing clothes suddenly stopped for a moment, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

Cen Dongsheng sighed.

"...Yunmei, you are kidding, right?"

Jiang Yunmei hugged her head to prevent being hit, but the curve of her lips never dropped.

*
After getting dressed and packing their luggage, they left the house. The gusts of cold wind that blew towards them made them feel cold all over. Ordinary people would not be able to hold out for long in such an environment before all vitality would be taken away from their bodies.

Since when, the village has been shrouded in pitch-black darkness. All that can be heard is the howling of the evil wind and the sharp air blowing past the ears.

"Look at the moon!"

Jiang Yunmei raised her head. Dense dark clouds covered the sky. Not a single star could be seen. Only the full moon was still hanging high in the sky. However, the moonlight was no longer bright and clear, but a hazy, ominous red.

Cen Dongsheng looked around and saw that the streets were empty and silent, so he randomly found a villager's house and kicked the iron door away with a rude attitude.

"?"

Song Yutang didn't know what he was doing, so she ran over and heard the man whisper:
"really."

The girl looked into the room and saw that it was completely dark, with no lights on. Not to mention any light, there wasn't even a single person in sight.

"This is……"

Jiang Yunmei walked up to the master and disciple and gave them a reminder.

"About half a minute ago, I could no longer hear the voices of the people in the village."

"What do you mean?"

"The sounds of people snoring, talking, and breathing when they were sleeping...all disappeared. As far as I could sense, there were no other living people except the three of us."

Song Yutang looked towards his master.

“Could this be…?”

Cen Dongsheng nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I think this place has become a haunted house."

This is... a haunted house.

Song Yutang's heart was filled with emotions for a moment.

She had already prepared herself mentally before coming here, and her master had reminded them more than once; but there was no doubt that what was to come was the real test.

Finally, she was going to challenge the rumored enemy. Ever since she heard about the "supernatural space", she had been looking forward to it.

"Finally, I have to go to the dungeon... By the way, can I find a relatively safe place to hide and provide support from behind?"

"Yes, that's what I think." The master replied, "As long as your 'clairaudience' can cover it, you don't need to go to the front line."

"You are so considerate."

"However, I am worried about you being alone, so let Yutang accompany you."

Um……?
Song Yutang pursed her lips. She did not object, but she felt as if her inner excitement was being forcibly suppressed.

"Wait, doesn't that mean you, Teacher Cen, are the only ones going to fight again?"

"This is your first time in a haunted house, so your priority is to adapt and learn."

Cen Dongsheng explained.

"You are currently not capable of protecting yourself, so you need someone to protect you; but this is only temporary. I will find a way to help you make up for this weakness. By then, Yutang can come and help me, and the three of us can go to the front line together."

After a long silence, Jiang Yunmei answered in a low voice.

"I've actually been wondering, is it true that my ability, apart from helping to gather intelligence, really cannot help you in battle?"

Well... Cen Dongsheng really hadn't figured it out. But he knew that the effects of each of the following abilities were very powerful, and the clairaudience was just the beginning, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he could only comfort him;

"Don't take it to heart. Your curse is very special, and you will awaken new abilities in the future."

"No one can be sure of the future. Didn't Teacher Cen also say that the curse will change according to people's wishes? If I really want to help you one day, shouldn't I be more proactive--"

Jiang Yunmei's voice was slightly raised, but soon stopped abruptly.

"I'm sorry, I was willful. Teacher Cen is right. I'm still too weak right now. I'd better wait until later to make risky attempts."

Song Yutang, who was listening silently, felt a sense of empathy towards this senior student at this moment.

Since we are teammates, we naturally hope to fight side by side rather than being left aside.

"...Forget it." After thinking for a moment, Cen Dongsheng changed his mind and said, "You all should come with us."

"……May I?"

"Yes. I think what you said makes sense, and I am confident that I can protect you. The most important thing is that we are not sure where is safe right now. Let's go out and look around first before making a decision."

……

They soon realized that perhaps there was no safe place in the entire village.

Jiangtun Village is backed by a mountain, with roads and houses built around the mountain; and now, the mountain seems to have suddenly come to life.

They didn't notice it at first, until Jiang Yunmei heard the sound from above and noticed that the shadow cast by the mountain was deforming and twisting on the street...

Then they discovered that the entire mountain was slowly moving, like a giant that had been dormant in the darkness for thousands of years, finally waking up at this moment.

"so big!"

Jiang Yunmei raised her head, looked at the tall, dark silhouette, and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Things that are too huge are naturally majestic and frightening. Even if they just stand there silently without saying a word, they still have a frightening aura. Faced with this astonishing image, the two newcomers to the curse were speechless for a moment.

In the vast darkness, they could not see the appearance of the "mountain", but they could feel the commanding sight.

"Can a mountain... move? What kind of curse is this?"

"It's not that exaggerated. I reminded you that the owner of the haunted house has the power to manipulate space. The laws here are different from those in the real world."

Even so, his expression turned serious.

Although manipulating the spiritual space is the owner's instinct, this power has its limits.

For example, the situation he and Yi Qingyan encountered at school. The clone created by the owner of the vine monster house had the ability to move almost instantly, but it had a cooling time.

If one could really make a mountain "come alive", the consumption involved would be unimaginable...even if one drained all the Yin Qi from the entire spiritual space, it might not be possible.

And to be honest, this doesn't make much practical sense. Because -

"But how do we fight this kind of enemy..."

Jiang Yunmei murmured.

"it's actually really easy."

Compared to her, Song Yutang had obviously more combat experience. Apart from being frightened at the beginning by the amazing momentum displayed when the people in the back mountain "moved", she calmed down after a while.

"This huge thing can't hit people. If it's just a stone that has 'come alive', then with the abilities of Master and I, we can easily break it."

"That's right."

It is true that there are top earth immortal curse masters who have mastered the literal "art of moving mountains", but this ability is of little significance to the curse masters, but it does cause horror in today's society.

In the early days of the rise of the curse masters, the powerful people, mostly ordinary people, instinctively tried to resist and use them, but when they witnessed with their own eyes the personal power that did not seem to belong to this planet, they quickly chose to surrender and accept the rule from the curse master class.

Of course, in addition to this, the earthly immortal curse has also developed a lot of uses other than combat. In the future era when the curse master society and the human world are more closely integrated, mining, roadbed excavation, tunneling and other projects do not need to rely solely on precise blasting projects, as long as the altar is set...

This is a digression.

"Large bosses look majestic, but sometimes they are actually weak."

"Yes. And I think the guy behind all this just wants to give us a warning."

Cen Dongsheng said.

"The owner of the haunted house has indeed discovered us. Yunmei, see where there is movement and we will rush over directly."

Jiang Yunmei quickly pointed in a direction.

"there."

The diagonal of the house they live in... is the Jiang family's ancestral home.

But before they could take a few steps away, the other party actually sent someone to greet them.

Under the eerie, hazy red moonlight, two swaying figures appeared on the empty bluestone road, approaching this side.

They tiptoed with strange yet uniform steps, which seemed more like "jumping" than "walking" over; they wore cheongsams and mandarin jackets and had braids on the back of their heads, like people from the Qing Dynasty, and their faces were pale and stiff, reminiscent of zombies.

They were still holding lanterns in their hands, but the light they emitted was not warm yellow, but a pale green.

"It's not a living person. I can't hear a heartbeat."

Jiang Yunmei's voice rang in his ears. At the same time, the zombies said in hoarse voices:
"The master invites several distinguished guests to come and have a chat."

……

Under the guidance of the two ghosts, they once again came to the Jiang family's ancestral home.

Unlike when we came during the day, the lush weeds and ivy that were above the knees had disappeared without a trace. The main gate was wide open along the way, and there were tall vermilion candles on the steps on both sides, like two golden dragons extending upwards.

The hall was filled with guests, as if a banquet was being held, and the noise was deafening. But looking up from the bottom of the building, it was a little unclear.

"……arrive."

The zombies responded again with hoarse voices, like sandpaper.

Cen Dongsheng felt uncomfortable after hearing this and crushed the heads of the two ghosts who led them.

"Let's go and see what this guy is up to."

Without hesitation, he strode into the doorway of the mansion.

……

When the three of them appeared here, the noisy sounds in the inner hall disappeared at the same time.

The guests who were chatting animatedly just now were sitting around the round table, or the waiters who were walking between the tables. Some of them had their heads chopped off with only half of them left, some were missing their limbs, and some had their stomachs ripped open with their intestines spilling out. They all died in a miserable manner.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, no one spoke, and dozens of cold and gloomy gazes were all focused on this group of uninvited guests, exuding a creepy aura.

These people are all ghosts, and they are all full of resentment.

Although it is not a threat to Cen Dongsheng, but being able to accommodate such a number of vengeful spirits, this place is no longer a haunted house but a "ghost town".

But to say whether it has reached the level of a dangerous place...

He thought about it and still felt it was hard to say. He had to see whether the real owner could use the evil spirit before he could be sure.

Although it has only been a few months since his rebirth, the enemies that Cen Dongsheng faces have long surpassed his vision and experience in his previous life. In the past, he could only watch from a distance as the magical sorcerers of the ruling bureau fought against the evil spirits that threatened the city, but he never thought that one day he would have the opportunity to face monsters of this level directly.

“I feel like I’ve traveled through time and space into a period TV drama.”

Jiang Yunmei sighed.

In addition to the mansion that seems to have traveled from a hundred years ago, the ghosts' clothing is also a mixture of time periods. Some are from the Qing Dynasty, and some are from the Republic of China.

The curse master and the ghosts looked at each other.

"What are you looking at?"

Just as Song Yutang's hands were wrapped in lightning, and he was about to ask Cen Dongsheng for instructions to eliminate all the ghosts in one go -

"You should be polite and stop staring at the guests who have come from afar."

A voice came faintly from not far away.

……

Under the guidance of the evil spirit servant, Cen Dongsheng stepped into the main hall.

Compared with the actual Jiang family ancestral home, the interior area of ​​this main hall has expanded more than ten times, and it is wide and spacious; the interior decoration style reminds people of ancient Chinese palaces, with tall golden pillars with coiled dragons and dense brackets under the eaves.

In the center of the hall, on a high seat, sat a person.

"We finally get to meet, everyone."

The man had a fair face and no beard, a gentle smile, and open arms, as if to welcome them.

Although he looked young, he was very similar to the Feng Shui master ancestor seen in the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall today. However, he was not wearing simple Feng Shui clothes, but a luxurious black robe embroidered with gold thread.

"Welcome to the kingdom of the dead."

(End of this chapter)