Free Web NovelChapter 2127: Chapter 1990: What Is Needed—A Simple Cart and White Horse (Part 2)
The box wasn’t locked, yet it wouldn’t open.
The Old Taoist took out a white bottle from his sleeve, unscrewed the cap, and poured some water onto the box.
The surface of the box began to emit a crisp crunching sound typical of drying wood. Soon, cracks appeared on the surface of the black box, and the Old Taoist struck it with the Peach Wood Sword. Suddenly, the black box shed a layer of clay, like peeled roasted peanuts.
Inside was a purple wooden box, locked.
With a wave of the Peach Wood Sword, there was a "snap" sound and the lock was cleaved in two.
As soon as the lock broke, a pitch-black object sprang out from the wooden box, pouncing on the Old Taoist’s chest.
The Young Taoist, who had been closely watching the Old Taoist’s every move, saw this and inhaled deeply, like a bellows, with a momentum that seemed to devour the earth and sky. His chest inflated like a balloon, and then his face, throat, mouth, and nasal cavity began to emit a red glow.
It was like a furnace burning fiercely.
"Hoo!—" The Young Taoist exhaled a long breath.
Only to see a tongue of fire stream from the Young Taoist’s mouth and nose, much like a flamethrower used on battlefields, spewing a blazing flame over ten meters long.
Chapter 1991 No Worries
On the Old Taoist was a pitch-black Voodoo Doll, clawing and biting ferociously, knocking him to the ground and struggling continuously.
In the blink of an eye, the tongue of fire rushed towards the pitch-black doll, and the doll hurriedly released him to dodge to the side but was still a step too slow, its foot catching a spark.
"Boom!"
As if soaked in gasoline, the Voodoo Doll ignited with a "whoosh," the explosion of flames engulfing it entirely.
"Waa—"
The Voodoo Doll let out a horrifically eerie infantile wail, turning into a blazing torch, rushing at the Young Taoist amid crackling flames.
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The wind fueled the fire, making the Voodoo Doll burn even faster, trailing a long tongue of flame as it flew to him, another infant-like wail escaping, growing weaker until it stopped abruptly.
The Voodoo Doll burned to ash, powerlessly falling at the Young Taoist’s feet.
Inside lay clear ribs and a human skull, but the skull was small, not even as big as Song Xiaodong’s fist.
The Young Taoist didn’t even glance at the Qingyan billowing from the charred remains, instead slowly approaching the Old Taoist.
The Old Taoist got up, the chest of his Taoist robe torn to shreds, revealing several dark wounds.
They were scratches from the doll’s fingernails.
The Young Taoist helped check on the Old Taoist and found no serious harm.
"What is this..."
A startled Chu Xianling curiously inquired.
"An aborted dead infant sewn into a doll, soaked in Corpse Oil by day, wrapped in mud and baked with fire at night." The Old Taoist replied.
Chu Xianling did not respond.
The Old Taoist took out a hefty cloth bag from his sleeve, pouring some rice into his palm.
At this moment, the ground suddenly changed.
Fresh blood began surfacing from the sandy ground beneath their feet.
Song Xiaodong and the others whispered tensely.
Seeing the Old Taoist unharmed, the Young Taoist remained silent, fetching a parcel from his sleeve. Inside, was a box.
"Master Uncle, this seal isn’t fully purified yet." The Old Taoist addressed the Young Taoist as Master Uncle.
"No worries." Said the Young Taoist, opening the box to take out a Great Seal.
Crafted from Jade Stone, adorned with gold inlays, square-shaped, and engraved with a dragon.
The Young Taoist then retrieved a piece of Yellow Mounting Paper from his sleeve, inscribed with talismans in Cinnabar, leaving an empty space in the center.
Releasing his grip on the rice, the Old Taoist found it had turned pitch black, emitting a Qingyan smoke.
With both hands, he took the paper from the Young Taoist and smoothed it across his palms.
Holding the seal, the Young Taoist shook it in all directions, closing his eyes to recite a Curse Spell, then stamped it fiercely onto the paper, filling the central blank.
Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, and others felt a weight on their hearts, hearing a muffled "boom!" beside their ears.
When they came to, they saw the center of Lop Nur Desert, a vicinity several meters wide sunk deeply as if struck by a massive square object, the sandy ground compacted heavily and scored by geometric furrows.
As if a gigantic seal had stamped the sand.
Standing on the sand, Song Xiaodong and the others hadn’t been crushed.
The ground now felt as hard as cement, and for the time being, no blood seeped out.
The Young Taoist handed the seal over to the Old Taoist, who accepted it with reverence.
"Bring the Soul-Attracting Bell."
The Young Taoist stretched his hand towards the Old Taoist.
The Old Taoist clumsily fetched a bell from his wide Taoist robe sleeve and handed it to the Young Taoist.
"Cover your ears now."
The Young Taoist directed Song Xiaodong and the group.
Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, Zhao Ruonan, and the warriors obediently covered their ears.
With a gentle shake, the Young Taoist rang the bell, producing a crisp sound.
The desert wind amplified the bell’s sound even further.
Though Song Xiaodong and others covered their ears, they still heard the ringing, sensing within it a calming power, halting their thoughts.
