For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

The lights in the room were off, and the kerosene lamp had turned an eerie green, making the whole room feel sinister.

Luo Feng moved with lightning speed, retrieving several candles, a basin of water, and a mirror from nearby.

The infrastructure in Chiang Mai, Thailand, cannot be compared with that in China, especially in suburban areas like this. Water and power outages occur without warning, sometimes lasting for half a day.

Naturally, there were candles at home. He took out several candles from the villa, broke them all in half, and made a total of thirteen candles.

"Namo dāsa, bhakāwado..."

Luo Feng recited the incantation three times in a row.

At the same time, the thirteen candles placed on the floor suddenly lit up, and with a hiss, the flames, like the kerosene lamp in the middle, turned completely eerie green.

As he continued chanting the incantation, he knelt down and took off his upper clothes, revealing the seven tiger tattoos on his back. It seemed as if a power was churning and boiling from his skin.

—That was the power empowered by the "Five-Headed Ganesha Seal". Luo Feng did not complete the binding spell.

However, in his cycle of rebirth, he received the secret blessing of Putaoon and has been continuously strengthening his "body" and "life" through mantras and meditation techniques.

Luo Feng could feel the power contained in the tattoo on his back. This power was like fire, and also like ice, sometimes hot and sometimes cold, and could flow through his blood throughout his body.

"Nom noto..."

As Luo Feng channeled this power, he slowly chanted the incantation to summon the spirit.

This was the same spell that Wuchai had used in the graveyard before, but the spell passed down by the Lanna Witchcraft sect was more powerful, able to attract all the wandering ghosts within a radius of several miles.

As soon as he finished chanting the incantation, the room suddenly became much darker.

Darkness crept in from all directions.

He immediately felt his body was very heavy, his chest felt tight, and he felt like vomiting.

At the same time, the faint but definite sounds of doors or windows rattling in the supposedly empty room could be heard coming from the main entrance, the staircase, the corridor, and other rooms.

Luo Feng also felt the chill slowly seeping into the air, penetrating into his bones, and he didn't know where the smell of grave soil and withered leaves wafted over.

鏉ヤ 钖楋纻

The air, the breath, and the smell of dusty, decaying earth could be felt in every corner of the room.

Luo Feng glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye and saw several blurry figures leaning against the corner of the wall. The figures were all wearing tattered clothes.

"Quite a few have come, but it's still not enough!"

Luo Feng picked up the mirror, chanted a spell in front of it, and then submerged the mirror in the basin of water.

After doing this step, he tried biting his index finger.

Unfortunately, I didn't manage to break the skin on my first bite.

Because it hurts so much.

"Damn it, which idiot said biting your index finger is easy?"

In a fit of rage, Luo Feng took out the so-called "ghost's tooth," which was a thin, sharp needle. He used this thorn-like needle to pierce his finger.

This also hurts.

However, the needle was inserted relatively quickly.

Then, he dripped a drop of his blood into the kerosene lamp.

The eerie green light suddenly leaped up and ignited in a struggle.

With a snap, the oil lamp's flame changed again, becoming a bright red glow.

The kerosene lamp was like an old light bulb, its blood-red light spilling out through the glass lampshade.

At that very moment, the thirteen candles also emitted a pale red flame.

Instantly, the entire room turned a deep red, like the darkroom used for developing photographs. On the other hand, the room still seemed to reject light; apart from the area where Luo Feng was located, which was centered around the oil lamp, the rest of the room was filled with deep, heavy darkness.

"..."

When Luo Feng looked up again, he saw a group of people standing in front of him.

No, the room is already full of people.

The figures in the room were all blurry.

These are the summoned wandering spirits; there should be both men and women among them, all with their heads bowed and their backs turned to me.

Luo Feng also kept his head down, making sure that his gaze never met those of these wandering ghosts.

Waaaaah, waaaah...

On the other side, both the bald, muscular man and the man dressed as a policeman regained consciousness.

When they woke up, they found themselves in a dark red light, surrounded by figures standing all around them.

Both men were covered in cold sweat and tense. They tried to scream, but their mouths were gagged and they were bound with ropes, so they couldn't move.

"To refine a binding artifact, it is best to use a powerful evil spirit as its foundation, which is also the core of the binding technique. However, if that is not possible, the most primitive binding artifact can be made using the soul of a living person..."

The ghostly figures, heads bowed, all took a step forward in unison.

The bald, burly man and his companion were filled with fear, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.

Suddenly, a rotting hand slowly reached out and entered the bald, muscular man's chest cavity.

The bald, burly man stared wide-eyed as he watched the slightly illusory hand pierce his body.

A sharp pain shot through my chest.

The bald foreigner couldn't make a sound; he was in so much pain that his vision blurred and he lost consciousness.

The man disguised as a police officer was terrified, but there was nothing he could do as the ghosts reached out their hands one after another.

On the other side, the man disguised as a police officer also fell victim to the attack. He tried to scream, but was held down by several ghostly hands.

Several hands rummaged through his body, as if disemboweling him. The man's face quickly turned ashen, his expression twisted, his mouth agape, as if he had lost his mind, his face expressionless.

The two men's faces were ashen, their eyes bulging out, their pupils grayish-white as if covered by a layer of gloom.

Seeing that the time was right, Luo Feng took a deep breath and quickly wiped the thirteen candles with his right hand. The candle flames seemed to be affected by some kind of force, flickering a few times before returning to their normal orange-red color.

In an instant, most of the surrounding red light disappeared.

When half of the red light disappeared, the wandering ghosts around the bald, burly man and his companions also vanished.

Luo Feng reached out and took the mirror out of the basin.

He pointed the mirror at the bald, muscular man and the man pretending to be a police officer.

The two of them twitched a few times, and after a moment, Luo Feng felt a weight in his hands, and the mirror that his hands touched was also icy cold.

He exhaled and then slowly chanted the incantation.

The incantation uttered this time was both deep and eerie.

The thirteen candles quickly ignited, their flames so intense they resembled the flames of a gas stove rather than the burning of candles.

Moments later, the candles burned out completely due to the intense heat, leaving only a tiny ember.

Several wisps of white smoke billowed from the candle wick. Luo Feng covered it with his palm, which seemed to possess a strange suction force, drawing the white smoke onto the mirror surface.

A mirror is like a plate.

The smoke condensed into a ball of smoke and floated on the mirror.

If you look through the mirror, you can vaguely see two faces, gathered together by the smoke, moving up and down and floating in the mirror.

Go!

Luo Feng reversed the mirror and aimed it at the kerosene lamp. The two plumes of smoke were then mysteriously sucked into the flame.

With a hiss, the oil lamp changed again, and the flame turned blue-green.

Luo Feng slowly stood up and picked up the lamp.

His eyes were fixed on the oil lamp, and he could clearly see two distorted human faces in the blue-green light.

"So...it's a success, right?"

Luo Feng felt that the seven tiger tattoos on his back were gradually subsiding, and the dark purple veins that had spread across the tattoos were gradually disappearing from their bulging and swollen state.

"Very good, this lamp can be considered my first cursed artifact."

He looked at the lamp with a hint of joy.

Unlike before, the kerosene lamp flame was still burning, but it resembled solidified icy ice, exuding a cold atmosphere.

Just then, Luo Feng's gaze fell upon the kerosene lamp, and some strange information entered his mind...