Chapter 245: Grand Magus Bantu
Thirty li north of Han Fortress...
Here stood a ritual altar, which was built from pale white animal bones, with the distinctive style of the tribes beyond the pass.
An old man with hair as white as snow, clad in a sorcerer’s ceremonial robe, suddenly stiffened, then spat out a mouthful of blood!
Pff!
The blood splattered onto the ground with a sizzling, piercing hiss, scorching the surrounding dead grass black. Clearly, it was laced with deadly poison.
If Daoist Song Shi were here, he would have recognized this man at once. He was Grand Magus Bantu, a name famous across the lands beyond the Great Pass.
Bantu’s robe was stained with blood, and his eyes were full of bitter hatred.
“He actually saw through my Soul-Splitting Technique... Just who is this young man?! Could he be some ancient monster from the Central Plains who merely looks young?”
Bantu pulled a black wolf’s claw from the table, took out some black powder from an earthen jar, and began to perform a rite, which was an ancient shamanic ceremony still common in the northeast.
A shaman dance[1]!
His lips murmured the obscure and complex incantations of the tribes, his aura growing ever colder and darker.
Meanwhile, Li Yanchu stood over the corpse of the crow, face grim. Daoist Song Shi had been confused at first, but then seemed to realize something.