The two real people, one old and one young, did not interrupt, or even expressed their opinions at all. They just watched in silence, like spectators.
A group of clan elders seemed to have gotten used to the silence of the two elders. They continued to argue for more than a quarter of an hour, but in the end it was the great elder who made the decision.
Don't overreact, just find a scapegoat and express your stance to deal with it.
A meeting ended like this.
After everyone dispersed, the two real people looked at each other.
An old man and a young man.
The old man is in the middle stage of cultivation, his face is wrinkled, his beard and hair are all white, his whole body is filled with twilight energy, surrounded by the aura of death.
It's obvious that he has reached his final years, and he doesn't know when he will return to the west. Now he is just holding on for dear life.
The young man is full of energy, but he is just an early-stage monk who has just entered the real world, and his strength is limited.
For an ordinary Zhenren family, such a situation is actually pretty good, at least they don't have to deal with the ups and downs.
But their Chu family is a family of infant gods, and the current situation cannot get any worse.
Neither of them spoke. The old man was helpless because he no longer had the strength to take action.
The young man has been like this for so many years, and his sense of existence has always been very low. If he hadn't been suddenly promoted to a real person, few people in the clan would have noticed him.
After breaking through to the real person, the young man still had this attitude, which made the whole family think that he had a grudge in his heart and let him go for many years.
The clan elders were also guilty. Although they took good care of him, the young man was indifferent and continued to stay away from the family all day long. He did not leave or get close to him, so the whole clan did not know how to start.
The old man looked at the young man and moved his lips, wanting to say something.
However, the young Chu Hao stood up and saluted the old man, turned around and left.
"Alas!" Seeing this, the old man sighed and cried sadly: "I, the Chu family, have been led to this road by the old man, and I have no face to go down to see my ancestors!"
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The young man Chu Hao left the hall and returned straight to his mansion. He passed through a number of buildings and came to a room in the side hall.
At this moment, in the entire side hall, the candlelight was swaying and the blood-red light was flickering, looking a little evil.
As the young man Chu Hao pushed open the door and entered, the faint smell of blood hit his face, and everything in the room looked blood red.
A huge blood array spread across the entire room, and there were a lot of flesh, bones, poisons and other evil things everywhere.
At the core of the formation, an ugly rag doll was nailed to the center by densely packed long silver needles, and there seemed to be words on it.
"Team leader!"
"Team leader!"
As the young man closed the door, a figure emerged from the shadow of the room. There were five wine sacrifices in total, with different cultivation levels.
The young man Chu Hao nodded slightly, and first glanced at the evil blood formation altar. Seeing that it was completed, he said, "Have you got the medium?"
One person immediately turned over his hands and took out three items.
A tattered preacher's robe, a magic weapon, a walking stick, and a blood-red skull.
"These are the items related to Murong Cheng that my subordinates found during this period. The magic weapon was one he used in his early years, as well as the broken magic robe that is suspected to be his."
"As for the last one... he is a mortal of his direct bloodline and grandson."
Young Chu Hao frowned slightly and said, "Isn't there something closer, like hair?"
The five people shook their heads together.
"Okay, let's do it like this!" Young Chu Hao said with a frown.
When the five people heard this, they were silent for a moment. The man who took out something hesitated and said:
"Team leader, why don't we wait any longer? The sect has already given us news, and there should be support in the near future. Moreover, the young clan leader suddenly disappeared. It is suspected that he is the leader of the second group, and he has probably returned to the sect to make contact."
Young Chu Hao shook his head and said: "With the current situation in our sect, there is no time to take care of our trivial matters. If we ask for help, we can only ask a real person to come over. In the end, we have to do something."
"Besides, that guy Murong Cheng can't bear it any longer. Instead of being beaten by him, let's try to take action in advance and send the old guy to see the King of Hell."
After the five people heard this, they fell silent again and did not refute anything.
One by one, they came to the special position of the formation and sat down. Young Chu Hao stepped into the center of the blood formation altar, disintegrating all three media and integrating them into the ugly cursed doll in the center.
The ugly rag doll was suddenly covered in stains, as if it had been fished out of some smelly ditch, and it was filled with an ominous atmosphere.
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While several people were preparing, no one noticed that two people were standing on the roof opposite the side hall.
A cloud of ghostly mist formed a magic eye in front of the two of them, projecting the scene inside the room.
"It turns out that Uncle Chu Hao is the team leader!" Chu Ziyu sighed as he watched this scene.
"Does this seem like preparations are being made?" Wang Zijia became interested and looked at the cursed doll in the center of the screen and asked: "Is this Murong Chengcheng the backing of the Murong family that you said is not easy to deal with our Chu family?"
"Yes, Father. The feud between our family and the Murong family has lasted for several generations." Chu Ziyu said with a cold light in his eyes:
"And this old guy has had several private fights with father before, but he failed to take advantage. Now he is probably dying. He wants to force father to show up before he dies, and wants to win father with him."
"If I remember correctly, this Murong Cheng is just a real late-stage cultivator with fake infant fighting power, right?" Wang Zijia recalled the information.
"Yes, when their family's superior god king was about to die, he found that there was no support in the family. So he raised a fierce ghost with great magic power, destroyed his mind, and trained it into a ghost weapon that can be passed down."
"But ghosts are not so easy to control. After losing their spiritual intelligence, they need to be combined with the soul weapon to control it. In the process, the ghost weapon will absorb the user's yang energy and yang life, making the human body weak and short-lived, and will also affect future generations. .”
"As a result, almost all of their main lineages are tuberculosis ghosts. It has been almost 700 years since the Infant God was cut off, and no one has ever appeared to hope for the Infant God. This weapon can be regarded as a success or a failure."
The two families obviously had a feud, and Chu Ziyu had a very detailed understanding of the Murong family.
At this time, the room was ready, and young Chu Hao was already in place, planning to start the ceremony.
"Father, why don't we go down?" Seeing this, Chu Ziyu asked.
"Let's take a look first to see how good his spell cultivation is!" Wang Zijia replied with an interesting expression.
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In the room, after everything was prepared, the six people sat cross-legged, and the blood array under their bodies began to glow red, making the room already illuminated by candlelight even more sinister.
As the entire altar formation lit up, the five people around them moved in unison.
They all slapped their chests!
"puff······"
A mouthful of pure blood essence was sprayed out, turned into strange nutrients, and fell into the formation.
Entangled by traces of evil aura, the five people not only became sluggish and weak, but even looked a bit older, with a few strands of white hair appearing on their heads.
The corners of Wang Zijia's mouth couldn't help but twitch when looking at this rough method.
What kind of nonsense is this? After you have mastered the spells like this, you still have serious scholars come to fight in the forum? ? ?
The monks outside the sect are so wild in their ways and have such crude methods. You are members of the Wanyu Anbu after all!
Even if the Chu family has almost never returned to the sect...well, then you can be forgiven for being rubbish.
Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered. At this moment, the people in the room did not stop moving.
Young Chu Hao was seen to be more ruthless than the other five. He took out a knife and cut directly on his wrists. The bright red blood instantly dyed the entire center of the altar red.
He kept moving, and struck a few more blows on his chest and thighs, which were extremely crisp.
Even if he is a real person, he has not yet escaped the limitations of the physical body, so while Chu Hao's face turned pale, his breath also became sluggish.
But he didn't take it seriously, letting the blood flow, and started to make seals with his hands.
After a series of spells were played, the cursed doll in the center absorbed a lot of blood, and its dirty body became a little blood red, but a little more alive.
"I report to you, Taoist Lord, that there are evil spirits that are disturbing all living beings, swallowing human souls, ruining wealth and harming the body, causing wives and children to be separated, and committing countless evil acts."
"Now there is a disciple who opens the altar and uses incantation to cut off the gates of ghosts, spread the path of plague, kill three souls, and cause seven souls to leave the body, extinguishing all vitality!"
The young man continued to perform the kneading technique, and most of the blood flowed out. His face was pale, and he looked very weak.
Worried, he took out a bunch of messy things, and stimulated them one after another, seeming to add more energy to this spell.
As he increased the stakes, he paid a lot more. Seeing that half of his life was surrendered, the aura of the cursed doll became more and more weird, but the feeling of a living person on it became stronger and stronger.
Wang Zijia's eyes widened as he thought about what method Chu Hao should use to curse people next.
"Pfft!"
As a result, under Wang Zijia's stunned eyes, the guy started stabbing the cursed doll with a blood-stained dagger!
"Pfft...it's really just a hard curse, right? It's about being rough and simple, right?"
"Prepare a lot of things ahead, the price is enough, take off your pants, now, if you don't come gently, don't force yourself!!!"
"As long as you pay attention to some strategies, you can make people obey half-heartedly, right?"
"In the end, you paid a lot of money, and finally a bully came to take advantage of you. I'm really... this is so fucked up! The right-wingers outside are so unprofessional. Yes!"
"Pfft, pfft!"
When Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, the young man took a knife and stabbed the cursed doll violently, leaving vital points everywhere.
The strange cursed doll actually shed blood, and the wound tried to heal, but was prevented by other powers attached to the doll.
"How dare you cast a curse to harm me!"
The next moment, a sharp roar resounded throughout the city, and a huge ghost of the devil emerged. After looking around, it fired at the Chu family.
This huge movement instantly alarmed countless monks in the city.
(End of chapter)
