The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 37 The Sudden Arrival

The next day, before dawn, Fatty Huang came to Li Zhen's residence in a large pickup truck.

There were two coffins, one large and one small, towing the pickup truck.

According to the yawning Fatty Huang, this thing is unlucky and it is best not to let others see it.

Li Zhen, who was in a light sleep, was awakened by a call from Fatty Huang. He directed several helpers to put the coffin into Li Zhen's basement.

It was the room that was originally used for spiritual practice and storage of thoughts.

After placing the coffin, the men walked out of the basement one after another.

Li Zhen and Fatty Huang walked behind.

"Ah..."

Fatty Huang sneezed and complained, "Why is it so cold here?"

Li Zhen next to him said, "Isn't that what the basement is like?"

Fatty Huang looked at Li Zhen and said hesitantly, "Walking next to you, I suddenly feel a little... scared. It's that kind of... that creepy feeling. Before, I just felt a little cold."

The light shone into the wide passage from the corner in front, illuminating only the area below Li Zhen's chest. Li Zhen's profile seemed to be shrouded in a thick black veil and could not be seen clearly.

"People who are terminally ill and emaciated will make people subconsciously think of death, so they will make others feel creepy?" Li Zhen looked at Fatty Huang.

But Fatty Huang still couldn't see Li Zhen's face clearly.

He rubbed his nose: "What are you talking about? What's our relationship? Even if you become a ghost, I won't be afraid of you. Speaking of which, some classmates in the group said last night that they wanted to form a team to come and see you. Can you spare some time to come and see me?"

"Come and see my joke?"

"It must be your Li family that's laughing at you."

"I won't die."

"If you outlive them, you'll definitely give them a surprise."

"If I send them all away in advance, I will definitely be the one who lives the longest."

"Damn, that's not what I understood. Why do I feel like your eyesight has returned to normal? You don't even squint when you see things anymore."

……

Returning to the statue of the evil god, Li Zhen sat cross-legged on the ground.

After resting for a while, he picked up the little figure on the altar that he had carved himself.

At this time, the little man's limbs were covered with mysterious spells.

Picking up the pen, Li Zhen added a few strokes to the villain's right arm, completely completing the talisman.

If he wanted to, he could have completed these tasks.

However, the coffin he asked Fatty Huang to order had not arrived yet, so it was not completed until now.

Putting down the pen, Li Zhen poured all the liquid in the cup onto the little man.

Closing his eyes, he chanted the spell again.

After three times, the little man in front of the altar gradually changed, and the clean wood was slowly stained with something like mold.

Li Zhen suddenly felt his skin tighten, as if it was slowly changing.

Finally got to this point...

He reached out and summoned the bat to his hand.

He got up and took the bat into the room opposite where the coffin was stored.

The person who is hit by the corpse will suffer a lot in the initial period of time, so Li Zhen needs to let the bat bear the pain for him.

Anyway, this bat has strong vitality. Even if its heart is stabbed, it will still be alive and kicking. It is not a big problem for it to endure a little pain.

If it were before, he would be worried that the red-eyed bat would not be able to bear such severe pain and would retaliate against him.

But now he is not too worried about this issue.

After putting the bat into a small coffin less than half a meter long, Li Zhen directly nailed the coffin shut with coffin nails.

Then he covered both the large and small coffins with talismans he had drawn.

"Corpse Descent" had already taken effect, and while doing these things, Li Zhen's entire body began to feel itchy.

This is just the beginning.

If nothing is done, the pain will make him live a life worse than death.

After a slight hesitation, Li Zhen walked back to the room opposite and took the palm leaf whip and the crossbow with him.

Returning to the coffin, he put the palm leaf whip into his sleeve as before, and then he lay down in the coffin with the crossbow in his arms. He set an alarm on his phone for noon two days later.

Li Zhen closed his eyes and began to chant the spell.

Strange spells continued to echo in the dark room.

Last night he made an excuse to give Aunt He a short vacation, and no one would come to disturb him for a while.

By noon two days later, the initial torture of the "corpse descent" will be over.

The ritual began to take effect, and Li Zhen gradually lost consciousness.

Violent banging sounds and painful squeaking sounds continued to be heard from the small coffin next to it.

It must be that the bats began to feel the pain of "corpse descending".

That coffin definitely won't be able to hold it for long.

But even if it escaped from the coffin, it would not be able to leave the room with a closed door that led to the secret room.

Moreover, it is impossible for it to be too far away from Li Zhen.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Li Zhen's consciousness began to sink.

……

“…There’s someone…”

"……eventful……"

"Call an ambulance..."

"Why call an ambulance? His face looks uglier than a dead person. Let's just call the funeral home."

"It seems like there's still breath..."

"Hey, forget it. I just sent those two lifeless ones away, and I still have a lot of things to do at home. If you want to do something, go home and do it."

The noisy sound was like a rope that kept pulling Li Zhen's consciousness upward, forcing it to rise continuously.

The sounds from the outside world became clearer and louder, making Li Zhen extremely angry.

The anger made Li Zhen's consciousness rise faster.

As if rising from deep water to the surface, at a certain moment, Li Zhen suddenly felt that he had broken free from all restraints.

His eyes shot open.

A little boy of seven or eight years old, dressed in mourning clothes, occupied his sight.

The boy bent down and held out a hand to him.

Li Zhen, who was a little confused, subconsciously grabbed the hand.

The little boy was startled by Li Zhen's sudden awakening. He screamed and pulled his hand back.

"Psycho! Leave him alone!"

A middle-aged man next to him glared at Li Zhen, grabbed the little boy's hand and left.

The little boy kept looking back, seeming to be very curious about Li Zhen.

Li Zhen, who was still unable to think clearly, looked blankly at the two people as they walked into the opposite corridor.

What is this place?
Li Zhen slowly got up from the ground and looked around in a daze.

It was just getting dark.

He seemed to be in a narrow street between residential buildings.

There was not a single pedestrian in the dim light.

Li Zhen could roughly see the styles of those residential buildings.

Is the mission starting again?

Stimulated by the scene before his eyes, Li Zhen's stiff consciousness began to revive.

He lowered his head and looked at his right arm.

Lines of golden writing appeared on the runes that flashed on his right hand.

For the past two days, seven-year-old Zheng Ze has been feeling a terrible sense of being watched. He senses strong malice within this feeling. He told his parents, but they didn't believe him. He desperately hopes someone will believe him and dispel the malice.

[Innocent people should not be harmed. Please protect Zheng Ze from malicious harm, investigate the truth of the incident, and prevent the malicious spread.]

(End of this chapter)