suddenly,
The scenery before Jiang Fan suddenly changed. The bridge and river disappeared, replaced by a private room filled with a strange smell. Jiang Fan found himself sitting at a table, with three drunken middle-aged men around him. The table was a mess, with cups and saucers scattered around. There was also a man at the door, who was lying on the ground, struggling to walk to the door.
struggle,
He used all his strength to place his hand on the door.
The man who crawled to the door had bluish-purple lips, bulging veins on his forehead, and a pale face. He was poisoned, and his blood was full of toxins. Jiang Fan saw that the man struggled but still couldn't open the door. The man finally collapsed to the ground, making a weak sound. His eyes were wide open, and tears fell from them. Then the man stopped moving.
Jiang Fan tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't muster any strength.
The world spun around.
Restore
Before our eyes,
It turned out to be a doorknob.
Own,
He turned into this man?
phantom?
Suddenly, his chest felt extremely uncomfortable; the oxygen he could breathe was dwindling, and his chest felt heavy and blocked by something. A sound came from behind him, followed by a strange, eerie, and shrill cry. Jiang Fan closed his eyes and whispered...
"The Supreme Star responds without ceasing, expelling evil and binding demons to protect life and body. Wisdom is clear and the mind is at peace, the three souls are eternal and the spirit is never lost."
The record of Uncle Nine
Taoist purification mantra.
"ah!"
A shrill scream rang in Jiang Fan's ears. He heard the rushing of the river and breathed in the fresh air. He opened his eyes and saw a ghostly figure trying to possess him through an illusion. Jiang Fan raised his hand and placed it on the neck of the immobile phantom. This was the first time Jiang Fan had seen what spiritual energy was like. A faint blue light emanated from his palm as it touched the illusory soul.
Jiang Fan gripped the ghost's neck tightly, ignoring the man's increasingly ethereal soul caused by the burning spiritual energy. His eyes were calm as he spoke.
"I,"
"Only cultivate this life."
With a burst of force from his palm, the faint blue light suddenly surged, resembling a small bright moon that shone upon the man's soul, which was already filled with resentment. Unlike the bright moon in the sky, the moon in Jiang Fan's hand directly obliterated the man's figure.
Between heaven and earth,
Jiang Fan was left all alone.
As the resentful soul dissipated, Jiang Fan sensed streams of spiritual energy flowing from his palms into his meridians, merging with the spiritual energy he had used earlier. Not only was the spiritual energy he had just used replenished, but it was also much more abundant than before. Feeling the surging river of spiritual energy within his body, a smile finally appeared on Jiang Fan's calm face. However, this smile suddenly froze when he saw an object.
A golden seal the size of a fingernail appeared out of nowhere, suddenly appearing in front of Jiang Fan's palm before he could retract it.
The golden seal emitted light, which shone on Jiang Fan's face.
What's this?
Jiang Fan's hand trembled as he grasped the small golden seal. The instant he held it, he sensed an extremely familiar power. This power was pure and peaceful, flowing into Jiang Fan's palm. When Jiang Fan opened his hand, the golden seal had vanished.
Silently looking at his palm,
Jiang Fan knew,
The golden seal is right here, and a pure and peaceful power is making the spiritual energy flowing here even stronger.
After standing there for only a few seconds, Jiang Fan, realizing what was happening, didn't bother to sense the presence of the golden seal. He desperately tried to slow down the circulation of his spiritual energy, not even daring to use his Wind Control Technique, and sped away into the distance. In the blink of an eye, the bridge was empty, with only a few drops of blood remaining.
"Whoosh!"
The water surface exploded, and an enormous whirlpool, invisible to ordinary people, appeared in the world.
A chilling voice, as if emanating from the deepest abyss, appeared within a thousand-mile radius of the vortex. The voice was cold and desolate, causing even those capable of hearing it, including ghosts, to feel a chill run through their bodies and tremble uncontrollably.
"Summoning the deceased Zhang Jijie,"
"Enter the Underworld!"
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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Aftermath
cold,
Cold
A strange yet extremely obvious sense of panic and terror instantly swept over Jiang Fan's mind and body. After running a long distance in a short time, he now pursed his lips, clutched his cold chest, and squatted in a dark corner of an alley, trying his best to control his rapid breathing and calm it down.
"this,"
"What exactly is this?"
Recalling the extremely cold aura that had suddenly appeared, Jiang Fan still felt lingering fear. It was an aura completely different from the faint yin energy that accompanied the appearance of the driver's ghostly figure. This aura was sinister and vast, far beyond anything Jiang Fan had ever imagined. The mere fluctuation of this aura caused the spiritual energy in his body to almost solidify. How terrifying!
That energy is still there.
It seems so.
What are you looking for!