Chapter 57 - 43 Begging Me_2
The young Taoist, whose Money Sword had been tainted by the old village chief’s dark blood, suddenly raised his blade and smashed it fiercely onto the forehead of Xuan Zhen Daoist!
Xuan Zhen Daoist’s face changed drastically. He hurriedly sidestepped, but it was too late. His head caved in instantly. Ignoring the intense pain, Xuan Zhen prepared to form a thunder incantation with his hands. However, at that moment, the young Taoist seemed to snap out of his trance, his expression clearing up, causing Xuan Zhen to halt his thunder spell immediately.
The young Taoist then let out a sinister grin and swung his Money Sword downward once more.
A bloody gash split open on Xuan Zhen Daoist’s forehead.
In the blink of an eye, the other Taoists reacted, rushing forward in panic to restrain the young man as he struggled wildly.
Yin Weiyin raised his hand, reciting an incantation as he formed seals with his fingers, then delivered a virtual palm strike to the crown of the young Taoist’s head.
It seemed as though something flew out of the young Taoist’s skull. Moments later, black blood began pouring from all five of the young man’s orifices, and within the black blood, the shadowy form of a water ghost emerged faintly.
Water ghosts were born from the drowned souls of rivers and streams. Travelers walking along desolate riverbanks at night might hear their haunting cries. Should one unwittingly tread too close to a puddle, they would be seized by these entities. Once possessed by a water ghost, nothing seemed amiss at first—family members would notice no immediate changes. Yet over time, the possessed would begin to deviate from their former self, their habits and temperament gradually warping. One day, they might awaken to discover themselves trapped in a watery abyss. Alternatively, the ghost could temporarily occupy their body, waiting for seven days until the balance of Yin and Yang tipped, at which point they would be expelled, the body returning to its rightful owner.
Unbeknownst to them all, this particular spirit had somehow mingled with the black blood spat out by the old village chief and infiltrated the young Taoist’s body!
Xuan Zhen Daoist fell backward, blood pouring endlessly from the wound on his forehead. It seemed as if his brain matter could be seen faintly writhing within. The other Taoists recoiled in shock. They tore strips of cloth to staunch the bleeding and chanted sutras as they applied medicinal salve.