Moreover, with limited personnel for this emergency rescue mission, they couldn’t immediately arrest all the villagers. All they could do was take away the leaders and set up obstacles on the mountain path to slowly process and detain them. But in fact, the outcome would be far from this.
Xia Xianning gazed into the distance at the village. For him, observing qi was just basic skill. The originally picturesque landscape was now layered with a faint blood color. All structures were shrouded in a gloomy black mist, with black and red intertwining, forming a vague shape in the air – a sign of evil energy transforming, life force depleting. Unless villagers had great merit, they would likely not escape this calamity. Moreover, many people were followed by gloomy souls – victims unwilling to reincarnate, forcibly remaining in the human world, hoping to seek revenge. At this moment, these spirits had died recently, their resentment not yet deep. They feared the blood-evil energy of the villagers and couldn’t act. But over time, they would accumulate enough strength. Within twenty years, this place would likely cease to exist. Where human power cannot investigate, heavenly principles are clear, and retribution is inevitable.
Xia Xianning nodded to Hei Wuchang.
“White Wuchang wiped his face, coldly thinking to himself, he wondered whether people were inherently shameless, or only the shameless could survive, and why their ghostly faces weren’t as thick as this.
These sorcerers! Damn it!
Feeling betrayed and isolated, and wary of Xia Xianning, he dared not resist and said reluctantly, ‘What does Master Xia want?’
Xia Xianning said, ‘I won’t trouble the two Yincha too much. Please give them seven days to seek revenge.’
His request was not excessive. White Wuchang was stunned and said, ‘The villagers are protected by blood resentment accumulated over generations. These newly deceased ghosts want revenge – how can seven days be enough?’
Xia Xianning gestured for him to look, and both Black and White Wuchang turned to see a transparent protective membrane surrounding the village – the manifestation of blood resentment so powerful that even fierce ghosts would fear it.
‘Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Shu, Zu, Qian, Xing—’
Behind them, Xia Xianning chanted the Nine-Character Truth Mantra, forming hand seals. In the deep darkness, ethereal light began to swirl around his fingers, rising into the sky. The moon suddenly changed color, transforming into a blood-red crescent!
