pertwk Chapter 2403 A Protracted Hatred
Chapter 2403 A Protracted Hatred
Chapter 2403 A Protracted Hatred
"It was slashed with a sharp weapon, and repeatedly." This was the assessment made by the Blood Demon. "But the most numerous marks are whip marks."
He Lingchuan also saw it: "Was it from a whip?"
Judging from the marks on the back of the door, someone had been chopping, hacking, and whipping it for years, leaving mottled scars even on such sturdy driftwood.
"What immense resentment!" The Blood Demon's sensitivity to resentment was unmatched by any other creature. "Someone is taking out their anger on this door all day long."
"A fury as fierce as a storm, and it lasted a long time." This whip mark... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. He Lingchuan casually took out a string of whips from his pocket, compared it with the mark on the wooden door, and then lightly lashed it against the wall.
Both the Great Wind Army and the Dragon God Army teach the art of using the steel whip, and He Lingchuan has personally used the whip to carry out punishments dozens of times, controlling the force perfectly.
*Crack*, a welt from the whip.
"They look very similar."
Whips come in many styles, and this double-stranded design is particularly unique.
Furthermore, the whip has tiny, hard thorns, and if it is repeatedly whipped in the same spot on the driftwood for a long time, it will leave very small dents.
It's almost certain that it was caused by this kind of whip.
Aunt Zhu exclaimed, "Did you get this whip from the Earth Mother's 'Heart Fire'? The one from the labor overseer?"
Immortal Mingke said, "The whips hanging beside the Screen Secret Realm are also of this type!"
The crisscrossing whip marks on Li Yun's body, and his deep-seated fear, left a deep impression on the observers.
With this clue, Aunt Zhu sent out Little Spider to visit four or five nearby houses. The backs of the doors of these cubicles were clean and there were basically no traces.
Then he turned back to the room and pondered in front of the wooden door: "It seems that Shangguan Biao often locks himself in to vent his anger."
People who frantically slap their own door panels for no reason are probably not normal.
"Why only hit the door of your own room? There are trees and mountains outside, you can hit it anywhere else," Mingke Immortal also speculated. "Is it because you don't dare let others discover the hatred in your heart?"
But hatred needs to be vented, otherwise it will only accumulate and grow stronger.
“In Changfeng Valley, people with such twisted minds must be quite common. Ah, I like this place.” Blood Demon chimed in, “By the way, the scratches in the center of the back of this door are less, it seems like something was hung there before, blocking the whip from being lashed out.”
It observed very carefully; the back of the door was covered with scars, but there were far fewer in the center of the door panel, with only a few knife marks and nail holes.
He Lingchuan gently stroked the two knife marks, feeling the force of the strike, and then said, "He nailed the witch doll here."
"Huh?" Blood Demon thought for a moment, then chuckled, "You're right, what's the point of just hitting the door? There's a locust tree right outside, isn't there? A ghost claw locust tree at that!"
The witchcraft doll, also known as the voodoo puppet, was a name He Lingchuan first heard from the Great Shaman Zhaomandu. The weak, unable to avenge their enemies face-to-face, could only place the name of their enemy inside a wooden or cloth doll, then hammer nails into its heart to curse it.
For even better results, it is said that one can stuff the puppet with the blood, hair, nails, and other vital substances of one's enemies.
He Lingchuan deduced that the residents of this house often nailed witch dolls behind the door and repeatedly chopped and whipped them to vent their anger.
It's a hatred that has lasted for a long time.
“This kid’s mind has become somewhat demonic.” Blood Demon thought for a moment. “I always felt that he hated a lot of people, and the voodoo doll wouldn’t just target one enemy.”
Aunt Zhu asked again, "Where is the master of the Duzhishan Secret Realm, the current Shangguan Biao, hiding? Could that red monster just now be him in disguise? Ah, wait, that kid has entered the Earth Mother's lair."
……
The eyeball spider perched on Shangguan Biao's shoulder and followed him into the Earth Mother's nest.
Just as He Lingchuan had predicted, the Earth Mother's lair was located underground in a huge crevice behind Duzhi Mountain. The route was extremely rugged, and without any cultivation, a single trip up and down would take four or five hours.
Standing above the crevice, one could faintly hear the sounds of wind and thunder coming from below. However, once Shangguan Biao jumped into the crevice, the Eyeball Spider realized that the sound was actually the Earth Mother's... snoring.
Shangguan Biao conjured a sphere of bright light. This object resembled a fluorescent spore in appearance, but it was formed from supernatural power. It consumed very little energy while producing a very strong brightness, providing illumination. However, it had no other functions. Some cultivators' heart lamps and treasure lamps also had the effect of warding off evil spirits, but these were things that Shangguan Biao could not possess.
Illuminated by the sphere of light, the eyeball spider discovered that Shangguan Biao was in a cave filled with stalactites and stalagmites. These strange stalagmites, illuminated by the sphere of light, looked as pure and white as snow in springtime.
As is well known, caves with stalactites are mostly damp, and this place is no exception. However, while other caves drip groundwater from their stalagmites, the stalagmites here flow with a milky-blue ointment.
Shangguan Biao's so-called "cleaning the nest" simply meant taking out a scraper, collecting the cream from the stalactites, and putting it all into a small bowl at his waist.
This vessel is a spatial artifact; its capacity is not as small as it appears on the surface.
Upon seeing this, Aunt Zhu understood: "The cream is mostly a product of Mother Earth's metabolism, and it probably has some wonderful uses."
"A blue cream?" Immortal Mingke immediately said, "We passed through the medicinal fields, and this was mixed into the soil."
"It seems that the Earth Mother has played a significant role in making Du Zhishan's medicinal fields so thriving. No wonder Changfeng Valley has servants to clean the nest regularly."
Shangguan Biao had only scraped three stalagmites when the ground suddenly trembled, like a trampoline, making it difficult for him to stand.
Crack! Crack! The stalactites overhead were shattered and fell to the ground.
Their tips are very sharp, and they are very heavy, posing a huge threat to the humans below. Given Guan Biao's small stature, a few hits would have resulted in serious injury.
A few days ago, those two servants were probably injured in this way.
Fortunately, Shangguan Biao was agile and dodged at the last possible moment.
However, more and more stalactites fell from the cave, and the cave itself began to twist, emitting a huge and ominous low rumble.
If he doesn't run away, he'll have no chance of survival.
Even if they escaped, they might be buried alive on the way. There have been cases of handymen dying like that before.
Shangguan Biao didn't run away. Instead, he gritted his teeth and rushed to a white stone. He took out a jade bottle from his pocket and dripped a few drops of dew onto the stone!
The eyeball spider smelled the delicate fragrance and knew that it was dew from the golden lotus, which it had collected itself earlier.
This white stone was shaped like a pig's kidney, but it was covered with a network of cracks radiating from the center. He Lingchuan looked at it and felt that it looked somewhat familiar.
"Molars!" Without the mirror as his secretary's prompting, it took him a while to remember, "They look like human molars!"
(End of this chapter)