Folk customs begin with the entire funeral procession

Chapter 206 Chen Miao: I'm a man of principle
Staring into those two dark holes, even though Chen Miao was still in a state of calm, he couldn't help but feel a mix of chaotic emotions.

He considered plunging his sword into the head of the thing in front of him, but his body wouldn't obey him.

His body has been in this state ever since this thing appeared.

Besides, it's not certain whether the sword in my hand can even damage this thing.

After all, when this thing appeared, it directly grabbed the Seven Star Peach Wood Sword, which was blessed with a high-quality Bloodlight Talisman and an Evil-Slaying Talisman.

At this moment, a black handprint remained on the sword.

Chen Miao couldn't understand why the Curse Cult members would appear at the meeting place he had arranged with Suo Kun.

However, judging from what Sokun said later, Sokun should have known about this person's existence.

Therefore, it is very likely that the location of this meeting was not chosen arbitrarily by Sokun.

Perhaps Sokun arranged a meeting place with the members of the Curse Cult first, and then Chen Miao contacted Sokun.

To save himself the trouble, Sokun simply arranged to meet him here!

Given that no trace of the Cursed Cult had ever appeared in the previous books, the time that Sokun arranged with this Cursed Cult member should have been after 10 o'clock.

Otherwise, the book would not be without the content about this person who curses the cult.

Thinking of this, Chen Miao sighed inwardly.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Because they misjudged the timing of Sokun's arrival, they failed to ambush him from the best position.

Unable to find the best position, they have been waiting for an opportunity.

The opportunity had arrived, and success was imminent, but because the wait was too long, the cultists came along.

Now, the only thing that brings him comfort is that Sokun is dead!
Just as Chen Miao was pondering what it would feel like to die in that way, he found that the mummified corpse had not made a move against him even after a long time.

Just as his doubts were growing, the old man's voice suddenly rang out.

"Young man, who did you learn all these skills from?"

Chen Miao's eyes darted around, shifting his gaze from the mummified corpse's face to the little old man standing beside him with his hands behind his back. After thinking for a moment, Chen Miao remained silent.

Saying too much can lead to mistakes, and it might even implicate other people.

"hehe."

The old man smiled and, instead of killing Chen Miao directly, turned and headed towards the room where Chen Miao was.

Chen Miao had no idea what the other party wanted to do.

But at that moment, the mummified corpse moved.

It came up behind Chen Miao and pressed itself tightly against Chen Miao's back.

Two arms reached out from behind Chen Miao and pressed against the outside of Chen Miao's arms.

The toes of both feet were inserted under Chen Miao's heels, and then Chen Miao moved, being controlled by the dried corpse, and followed the old man.

Chen Miao didn't know what wearing an exoskeleton was like, but it should be roughly similar to his current situation.

"You're quite clever, young man."

The old man walked into the room, stared at the windmill, and looked at the flying skulls and ghost babies filling the room, then laughed.

Chen Miao sighed again in his heart.

He originally thought he had a chance, but who knew that not only was the old man's ghost so unsolvable, but the old man himself was also quite unsolvable.

He stared directly at the windmill and was unharmed!
This completely extinguished any remaining glimmer of hope Chen Miao had.

However, Chen Miao gave up on some things, but he didn't give up on others.

On the ceiling above the old man's head, a scorpion that had been hiding suddenly swooped down from above.

Because Chen Miao was some distance behind the old man, and the old man was positioned between the window and Chen Miao, he immediately saw the large scorpion that had fallen from the sky after it moved.

When Chen Miao realized what it was, his heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps, there is still a chance!
The thought had barely formed in Chen Miao's mind when he saw the old man suddenly raise his head and bite the scorpion into his mouth.

puff!

A stream of black liquid spurted from the old man's mouth, and then he spat the mangled scorpion onto the ground.

"Pooh!"

"What a mess this scorpion has become! I thought it was something good."

After the old man finished cursing, he looked at Chen Miao again.

"Young man, were you expecting something just now?"

"..."

Chen Miao was speechless.

The speed at which the old man tilted his head back and the way he bit the scorpion in his mouth made Chen Miao understand.

Even without this ghost, he would still be the one being tortured.

Who exactly is this old guy from the Curse Cult, and why is he so strong?
Also, why didn't the other party kill him?

Chen Miao was filled with doubts, but no one could answer them for him.

While Chen Miao was wondering what was going on, the old man had already gone over and turned off the fan.

When the windmill stopped, the ghostly infants and flying skulls also moved.

The old man didn't even look, and with a wave of his hand, a burst of silver light shot out.

When Chen Miao came to his senses, all the flying skulls and ghost infants had been pinned to the wall by white needle-like objects about the length of a palm.

Looking at the old man, Chen Miao remained silent. Even if he were allowed to run, he probably wouldn't be able to get more than a few meters.

"Hehe, I'm amazed you could come up with the idea of ​​combining these things together."

"You made this hat so you could wear it while fighting Sokun?"

Chen Miao had no other thoughts in his mind and felt relieved.

"Plans can't keep up with changes. Sokun didn't come to this room to check it out himself. I can't control him, so I can only set a trap to reduce the number of flying skulls and ghost babies in his hands."

The old man nodded upon hearing this, and then walked to the place where Chen Miao had placed the memorial tablet, books, and other items.

The first thing the old man picked up was a book.

A ripple of emotion stirred within Chen Miao.

Given this old man's power, can he discover the book's secret?

"You have quite the refined taste, carrying a book while ambushing someone?"

For some reason, Chen Miao felt a sense of pride.

No matter how strong you are, you still can't see the essence of a book.

"Can't you?"

"Hehe, an interesting young man."

The old man threw down the book and picked up the compass again.

"You've studied quite a few things, young man. What, you even know about feng shui?"

"I know a few feng shui layouts, but I can't set them up. If you let me go, I'll tell you about those layouts."

The old man laughed again, but this time it was a mocking laugh.

"With your abilities, what good feng shui layout could you possibly know?"

The old man put down the compass and turned his gaze to the bundle of incense sticks.

"what?"

The old man picked up the bundle of forty incense sticks, crushed one of them, looked at it, and then smelled it.

There was some surprise in his eyes, but he didn't show it.

"You young man, coming out to ambush and kill, and you even carry incense?"

Chen Miao looked at the old man.

He didn't know why the other person was wasting so much time talking to him, but as for the Incense Burning Method, he preferred to keep quiet about it.

With the cautionary tale of Fengmen Village still fresh in everyone's mind, Chen Miao couldn't possibly reveal his knowledge of incense burning techniques so easily.

The probability that followers of the Curse Cult have suffered losses from the Incense Burning Method is far greater than the probability that they have received favors from the inheritors of the Incense Burning Method.

“I’m a particular person. When I kill someone, I not only bury them, but I also burn incense for them. After it’s all over, I read them a wonderful passage from ‘If Your Eyes Deceive You’ as a farewell.”

"After all, death is the greatest tragedy."

This time, the old man was stunned for a while before blurting out something that Chen Miao hadn't expected either.

"Young man, is he even worthy of using such incense?"

"A cultivator from a tiny country who doesn't even know how to enter the Yin realm, does he even deserve it?"

Chen Miao didn't know what to say for a moment.

After the old man finished speaking, he picked up the spirit tablet again.

"Young man, don't tell me that this memorial tablet was meant to be placed on Sokun's grave after he was buried?"

Chen Miao remained expressionless.

"Exactly!"

"Tsk, Sokun killed your whole family?"

As the old man spoke, he tore off the sticker from the memorial tablet.

The Soul-Suppressing Scripture was exposed to the two of them.

Chen Miao's pupils contracted.

How did he discover it?
Although shocked, Chen Miao managed to control his heartbeat and prevent the other person from noticing anything amiss.

"You young man, you're quite the schemer."

“I have never seen anyone from the lineage of cursing Buddha who has drawn the Great Compassion and Soul-Suppressing Vow Sutra on their memorial tablet. I have to take this memorial tablet back to them so that their rigid thinking can be exposed to new things.”

As he spoke, the old man cleaned Chen Miao's bag, threw the two memorial tablets inside, and then put the incense sticks back in their original place.

After that, the old man stood up and walked towards Chen Miao.

Just as Chen Miao's heart tightened, he discovered that the old man had not attacked him. Instead, he lifted Chen Miao's clothes and looked at the tactical vest underneath.

The talismans were taken down one by one, the spray bottles were pulled out one by one, and the yin-sealing pouch was also removed from the vest.

The old man rummaged in Chen Miao's pocket again.

The four ghost cubes were found, the triangular talisman was pulled out, and the broken peach talisman was also taken out.

Looking at the pile of things he was holding in his arms, the old man couldn't help but complain:

"Young man, is collecting scrap your main job?"

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(End of this chapter)