pertwk Chapter 242 I...I once...didn't want to sit...
Chapter 242 I...I once...didn't want to sit...
Chapter 242 I...I once...didn't want to sit... (5000 words)
As soon as the crack opened, the black gas didn't just "emerge" out; instead, it was like a living creature that had been holding its breath for a long time suddenly exhaling, twisting outwards along the edge of the coffin and rushing straight to the center of the stone passage.
The air, upon landing, did not dissipate immediately. Instead, it slowly crawled along the edge of the gray circle, like a layer of black oil slowly spreading in the cracks of the stone.
The fire could not reach it, the lightning could not suppress it, and even the cold light in Song Qinghe's heart shrank upon being touched by it.
It was as if this was not yin energy, but some kind of extremely ancient "field".
Lu Yuan's heart sank, knowing that the other party had finally pried open the real door from the three layers of pretense of "borrowing lamps, borrowing seats, and borrowing names".
"Don't let it cover the floor," he whispered. "This is a dark place."
"Once it's fully covered, the mat comes alive."
Zhou Heng gripped his sword tighter and asked in a deep voice, "How do we break this?"
Lu Yuan did not answer, but immediately a burst of energy rose from his feet.
This time, he didn't walk in a straight line, but instead stepped in the Seven Stars Reversed Formation.
The left foot first touches the inside of the gray circle, then the right foot immediately inserts half an inch diagonally, then the body turns around and spins, the figure like the wind gliding along the ground.
With each step, he uttered a very soft, earth-shattering incantation: "Stars press down on the earth, the earth remains silent."
"Stepping on the evil path, the evil path won't work."
"I'll cut off your path with a single step, I'll lock your roots with a single footprint."
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"
He took his third step, and suddenly swung the dagger backward, cutting a very shallow arc on the ground.
Although the arc was shallow, it looked as if it had suddenly torn a corner of the shade cloth open.
The black mist indeed stopped, emitting an extremely fine hissing sound, like a snake's belly dragging across sand.
Upon seeing this, the paper-masked man suddenly raised his hand and flipped through the book, tapping three times on a certain page with his finger.
Its movements were fast, but Lu Yuan could see them even faster.
"It needs to have its root system repaired!"
Lu Yuan shouted sternly.
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"Lin Zhaoxuan, lightning doesn't strike the coffin, it strikes the corner of the book!"
Without asking why, Lin Zhaoxuan immediately moved the Thunder Token horizontally and began chanting Thunder Mouth in rapid succession: "Right civil affairs break, left martial affairs are startled."
"Heavenly Book Corner, Earthly Book Tendon".
"I'll use lightning to cut off your page, so your name will never be nailed again!"
"Imperial Edict!"
The bluish-white lace was not cut straight, but rather diagonally at the lower right corner of the thin book.
"Snapped!"
The corner of the page instantly curled up, and the black blood seeping from the edge of the thin booklet immediately broke off by a thin line.
The paper-masked man swayed suddenly, as if a muscle had been pulled out, and took a half step back.
In that half-step, Lu Yuan had already seen where the black mist outside the coffin had spread out to.
It wasn't spreading outwards, but rather following that extremely thin white "mark".
The white mark, which was originally in the palm of the mound, is now slowly turning into a blurry footprint as the black energy seeps in.
"It is standing upright."
Song Qinghe lost her voice.
Lu Yuan's eyes were icy: "Yes."
"With your feet on the ground, you can sit down."
As he spoke, he suddenly thrust the short knife into the ground, the blade plunging diagonally into the black and gray circle, where it stood firmly.
Immediately afterwards, he pointed his right index, middle and ring fingers together and tapped the hilt of the knife three times in succession.
He uttered a bizarre and extremely strange "nail-seat mantra" in a deep voice.
"One sky nail and three earth nails."
"If the hearts of men are nails, the devil's feet cannot be lowered."
"I'll use your knife as a pillar to hold down the fort, and your underhanded tactics as a counterattack."
"Nail it an inch, nail it down an inch, nail it until your feet can no longer recognize the soil, nail it until your soul can no longer recognize the way back."
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"
As he finished speaking, he slammed his left palm down on the end of the knife hilt.
The short knife seemed to be nailed into the stone path by an invisible force, and the black mist under the tip of the knife suddenly stopped, and was actually forced back half a foot.
The footprint that was forming suddenly "plop"ed back into the mud, as if it had been stepped into.
The paper masked man finally let out a very low cough, as if it were squeezed out from between the paper cracks.
It looked up again, and the crack in the white paper mask slowly widened to both sides, revealing a line of dark "real mouth" inside.
"You can't break off your relationship with Shigan."
it says.
The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded more like a living person than before, like someone speaking with a wet tongue pressed against the paper.
"Siggen is in the register, the register is under the lamp, and under the lamp there is another lamp."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan's brow twitched.
"And under the light?"
Song Qinghe's expression also changed.
The paper-masked man stopped answering and instead slammed the book shut.
But when it closes the hinge, it doesn't stop; instead, it seems to lock something deeper inside the paper.
The next moment, the paper faces on both sides of the stone path, which had already shrunk, suddenly swelled up, as if being filled with the surging yin energy from the book.
"It's using shell companies to maintain its shell company!"
Zhou Heng shouted urgently.
Lu Yuan coldly replied, "Not only that, it wants to use this shell to reflect back our image."
As soon as he finished speaking, several faint black shadows suddenly appeared on the stone path.
It wasn't the shadow of the crowd, but a thinner, longer, and more distorted shadow, like another human figure rising from the ground.
Each dark shadow trembled slightly beneath a person's feet, as if it would crawl up from their ankles at any moment.
Don't step on shadows!
Lu Yuan shouted.
Wang Chengan and Xu Erxiao were so frightened that they quickly pulled their feet back, almost tripping over themselves.
"This is the photo booth."
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Lu Yuanfei quickly said, "It uses the black book to reflect the light. When the light is reflected, the shadows on the ground become seats."
"Whoever has the firmest footing sits first."
Song Qinghe's face turned pale: "Then what should we do?"
Lu Yuan gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled out a small packet of very old black incense ash from his pocket.
As soon as the incense ash was released, it emitted a very faint scent of sandalwood and smoke, like the ashes from offerings that had been pressed against the beams of a temple for many years.
"Ash from a jar?"
Zhou Heng was taken aback.
Lu Yuan nodded: "If we don't disrupt the shadows now, this game will really be a disaster."
After he finished speaking, he opened the packet of ash, took out three pinches with both hands, first smeared it on the back of his own knife, and then smeared it on the edge of Song Qinghe's plate.
The last pinch was suddenly thrown into the center of the stone path.
"The ash of incense forms the boundary, and the heat of the fire forms the entrance."
"Ashes fall to the three corners, leaving no shadow."
"Those who are famous step down, those who are unknown sink."
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"
As soon as the incense ash hit the ground, it made a very faint "rustling" sound, like countless tiny insects being buried in the soil.
The dark shadows that were close to everyone's feet indeed became chaotic, and the edges immediately blurred, no longer as orderly as the seats.
Upon seeing this, the paper-masked man was truly enraged for the first time.
It raised its hands, and the thin book turned the pages by itself with a snap, revealing that the faint red fingerprints on the paper had lit up one by one.
With each one that lights up, a bit more bluish-white cold light appears at the end of the stone path, like a small lamp being lit from the depths of the earth.
"Oh no, it's in Kailishi."
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Song Qinghe exclaimed in surprise, "The outer seating area has been breached; it's trying to open the inner layer!"
Lu Yuan's gaze deepened: "There really is another layer."
He then suddenly turned his gaze to the shrinking coffin.
The black eyes in the coffin crevice had not increased in number, but had become noticeably closer, as if they had been slowly pushed from inside to the doorway.
Black mist seeped out from the cracks, and the "yin-paved" structure on the ground was already half-formed.
"The thing in the coffin wasn't just from the main family."
Lu Yuan said in a low voice, "It is the Eye of the Sea. As long as the Eye of the Sea is not destroyed, no matter how many more are cut down outside, it will be useless."
Zhou Heng asked, "How do we destroy it?"
Lu Yuan remained silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Lin Zhaoxuan.
"Your lightning strike is about to be detonated!!"
Lin Zhaoxuan was taken aback: "Sign in?"
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Lu Yuan nodded: "Guide the lightning into the crack of the coffin, but don't bombard it directly."
"Use 'Return Thunder'."
Lin Zhaoxuan looked bewildered: "What do you mean, 'return'?"
Lu Yuan pointed with his right hand to the knife at his feet, the incense ash on the ground, Song Qinghe's plate, and the coffin seam that was constantly seeping black.
"I'll borrow the lightning pattern from your token first."
"Lend me the spirit of the jar on my knife again."
"Let's borrow the Yin-Yang Transformation Light from Miss Song's plate again."
"Finally, use incense ash as a guide."
"Thunder travels in a circular path, not a straight one."
"When lightning enters the coffin, it doesn't damage the outer shell, but only strikes the inner eye."
He spoke very quickly as he got to this point, as if he dared not delay any longer.
"I'll show you the way."
"Remember, give three parts effort and seven parts restraint."
"When the order is given, do not rush, do not be violent, and do not run straight ahead."
"Repeat the mantra after me."
Lin Zhaoxuan's expression turned serious, and he nodded: "Go on."
Lu Yuan took a deep breath and clenched his right hand into the "Lightning Summoning Technique".
Press your thumb against the base of your ring finger, bring your index and middle fingers together like a fuse, slightly spread your little finger, and turn your palm outward, as if you are grasping an invisible electric wire.
He slowly recited a rare incantation for returning thunder: "Thunder comes from the sky, not to kill, but to open."
"Give me a way to turn back, and I'll give you a chance to never return."
"One part goes to the sun, one part goes to the shadows, three parts go to the coffin rim, and seven parts go to the ground."
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"If lightning sees fire, the fire will retreat."
"When thunder sees water, the water returns."
"If thunder sees ashes, the ashes will form a bridge."
"Imperial Edict!"
As the word "imperial decree" fell, Lin Zhaoxuan immediately understood. Instead of striking with the Thunder Decree, he lowered it diagonally.
Ling Jian slightly touched the cold light on the edge of Song Qinghe's sealing plate.
With a flick of her wrist, Song Qinghe caused the yin-yang fish in the dish to spin rapidly, and the black and white lines were drawn into an extremely thin arc by the lightning.
The arc slowly crawled along the incense ash on the ground, like a thin, silvery-white snake.
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up, and he hissed, "Let's go!"
Lin Zhaoxuan's forehead was already sweating, but he still followed Lu Yuan's method and slowly issued the orders.
As expected, the lightning stopped charging recklessly and instead followed the energy from the incense ash, the light from the plate, and the back of the knife, gradually returning towards the seam of the coffin.
"Remember the rhythm!"
Lu Yuan shouted, "Take three inches forward, pause for half a breath, then press down another half inch!"
"The first three inches, make sure the tip doesn't tremble!"
"Until half a breath is gone, the thunder will not fall!"
"When you've pressed down half an inch, move along the edge of the coffin!"
"read!"
Lin Zhaoxuan immediately followed along and recited.
Lightning, skimming the ground, actually followed the thin bridge of incense ash back slowly to the front of the coffin.
Upon seeing this, the paper-masked man trembled with anxiety, his thin booklet shaking as he shrieked, "Don't let lightning enter your eyes!"
Lu Yuan shouted sharply, "Too late!"
Having said that, he suddenly swung his short knife, and the copper coin on the back of the blade gleamed with blood, striking the thick black mist in front of the coffin lid.
"Snapped!"
Lightning and sword energy simultaneously crashed into the coffin crevice.
Suddenly, a loud "boom" was heard from inside the coffin, as if something underground had been blown over.
Immediately following was a sharp, unpleasant screech.
The screech didn't sound like a ghost's cry; it sounded more like hundreds of fine needles scraping against a sheet of iron, making one's scalp tingle and teeth ache.
The coffin lid shook violently, and the gap instantly opened by half an inch.
The dark, gleaming eye shrank slightly in the lightning, revealing a layer of oily gray film.
"It's injured!"
Song Qinghe was pleasantly surprised.
Lu Yuan didn't let up; instead, he said sternly, "Don't be too happy yet."
"It has revealed the 'secret' inside."
Before the words were finished, a second and third layer of tiny white dots emerged from behind the black eye in the coffin crevice.
Densely packed, like clusters of tiny needle holes, peeking outwards.
Zhou Heng gasped, "What is that?"
Lu Yuan's eyes were as cold as ice: "Its kept eye slaves."
"Each eye is a soul whose name has been called."
"If Lei can't burn it all in one go, he'll use his eyes to bite back."
As soon as he finished speaking, a very thin, white finger slowly emerged from the crack in the coffin.
Those fingers were so thin they looked inhuman, more like paper chopsticks, yet the tips were covered in a black sheen of oil. When they curved outwards, they pointed directly at Wang Cheng'an.
Wang Cheng'an's face turned pale: "What...what is it pointing at me for?!"
Lu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted sharply, "It's targeting the shadow beneath your feet!"
"Take half a step back quickly, don't let the shadow touch the ground!"
Wang Chengan was so frightened that he stumbled and hurriedly retreated.
But this retreat landed right on the edge of the dark shadow behind him. He felt a chill on his ankle, as if ice threads were wrapping around it, and he instantly lost his balance.
Zhou Heng immediately stepped forward to pull him away.
Lu Yuan was faster than him, his short sword sweeping horizontally, the copper coin on the back of the blade slamming against the ground with a crack, as he shouted, "Shadows separate from shadows, feet separate from feet!"
"Humans walk on the sunny path, ghosts walk on the bridge of the dead!"
"open!"
That shout was extremely heavy, as if it had literally torn apart an invisible thread.
Wang Chengan felt his ankle loosen, and he barely managed to stand up. His face was as white as paper.
"Don't move around."
"It wasn't trying to pull you back. It wanted to use your shadow to return to the coffin," Lu Yuan said in a low voice.
Song Qinghe felt a chill run down her spine: "Borrowing a shadow to return to the coffin?"
"right."
Lu Yuan stared at the crack in the coffin and said slowly, "This thing doesn't just crawl out."
"It will also pull the vitality from outside back in."
"With each additional eye it gains, it gains another path to fall."
As he said this, he suddenly turned his gaze to the thin book whose spine was already torn.
"As long as the book is still there, it can still be used."
"But if the book is broken, all that's left is the eye."
Lin Zhaoxuan's heart skipped a beat: "Then how should we make a judgment?"
Lu Yuan raised his short knife, lightly flicked the tip of the knife on the ground, picked up a pinch of incense ash, and then drew an extremely thin "回" character in the air.
"It uses the roll call register, the lamp to identify its seat, and its eyes to find a place to lean on."
"What we need to do now is to change the routes for all three at the same time."
"Book, we can't let it turn to the last page."
"The light must not be turned on anymore."
"Your eyes must not be opened again."
Zhou Heng asked in a deep voice, "How do you want us to cooperate?"
Lu Yuan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across each person's face in turn, calm yet unquestionable.
"Zhou Heng, guard the right flag foot."
"You don't ask to be killed, you just want the connection cut off."
"Cut the red thread if you see it, pick the paper bones if you see them."
"Song Qinghe, keep your heart facing the seam of the coffin, don't move it."
"When I give the order, you reverse the market three times."
"The first turn illuminates the name, the second turn illuminates the shadow, and the third turn illuminates the path."
"Lin Zhaoxuan, your Thunder Order must not be used so violently again."
"I want you to use lightning bolt nails."
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"Follow my hand gesture, make a line, nail a spot, not too much, not too little."
"Cheng'an, Erxiao, you two are not allowed to run around."
"Don't stop the salt on the ground, line it up in an inverted V shape behind my feet."
"Remember, the character '八' (eight) should face the coffin, not the person."
The two nodded hastily, their hands trembling.
Lu Yuan looked one last time at the paper-masked man at the end of the stone path, his gaze as cold as frost.
"As for it one"
He slowly raised the short knife.
"I'll cut off its roots."
The paper-masked man seemed to understand, and for the first time, he showed a clear hint of fear.
It suddenly flipped the booklet in its hand, and the last few pages were all opened, with red dots, fingerprints, and black lines intertwined, like a dirty net that had suddenly come to life.
"Maintaining the mat—Maintaining the mat—"
It murmured, its voice no longer as steady as before, but rather like the wind seeping into a hole in a torn piece of paper.
Lu Yuan, however, gave it no more breathing room.
He took a sudden step forward, his feet forming a continuous line, his short sword drawing a cold white arc in the air, and he shouted sharply: "Man has three souls, earth has three bridges."
"There are three mats and three nails on the book."
"I will borrow a knife to cut your nails, borrow thunder to shake your name, borrow a plate to shatter your shadow, and borrow ashes to block your path!"
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"
As the last word fell, Song Qinghe immediately reversed the sealing disc.
On the first turn, the light shone directly on the thin book, and all the red dots went dark.
In the second turn, the paper mask was cut diagonally across the chest of the person, and a fine crack appeared on the white paper mask.
The third time, the light shone directly into the crack of the coffin, causing the black eye to shrink sharply, accompanied by a very low hissing sound from inside the coffin.
At the same instant, Lin Zhaoxuan's Thunder Order pointed out a line.
"fall!"
The bluish-white lightning bolts were like nails, firmly embedded in the white finger that peeked out from the crack in the coffin.
"Snapped!"
The white fingers immediately turned black and curled up, and a hoarse scream came from the coffin.
At that moment, Zhou Heng also made his move, severing the last strand of red thread on the right banner with a single sword strike.
"crack!"
Where the red thread broke, the entire white banner drooped softly, and with no paper frame to support it, it fell to the ground with a thud.
Taking advantage of the situation, Wang Chengan and Xu Erxiao filled in the salt in an inverted V shape. As soon as the salt line was formed, the dark figure was immediately forced back half a foot.
Taking advantage of this opening, Lu Yuan darted towards the paper-masked man like an arrow.
He no longer cleaved the book, no longer slashed at the eyes, but instead pointed the tip of his blade directly at the red line seeping black blood along the edge of the book.
"Your root is a name root."
"I'll sever your manhood, let's see what you'll use to feast then!"
The paper-masked man seemed to finally realize that he had nowhere to retreat, so he suddenly raised his hand and pressed the thin book hard against his chest, as if he wanted to use himself as a shell to block the knife.
But Lu Yuan had already drawn upon the spirit of the football world, the incense ash road, the laser nail, and the light of the sealing disc, his entire being was in harmony with his own energy. With a thrust of the blade, he was so fast that only a white shadow remained.
"Click!"
The blade didn't pierce the person; instead, it severed the red thread.
The thin booklet seemed to have lost its bones, and with a snap, half of it fell apart.
In an instant, all three of the blue and white lights around the stone path went out at the same time.
The remaining light began to turn bluish and dim, as if it were about to go out at any moment.
The paper-masked man shuddered violently, and the white paper mask split open, revealing a face inside that was so obscured by pulp and black blood that it was unrecognizable.
The face seemed to have once been human, but now it was just a thin layer of skin burned away by the eerie fire, and the eye sockets were empty, without any eyeballs.
"You were not the mastermind."
Lu Yuan stared at it, his voice as low as a cold knife scraping stone: "You are also one of the people at this table."
The paper masked man's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.
It squeezed out a few broken words from its throat, as if crawling out of a long-ago, broken dream: "I—I never—wanted to sit—"
Lu Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.
But at that moment, the black, gleaming eye in the coffin suddenly lifted upwards.
It seemed as if it had finally waited for something, and let out a very soft, almost satisfied sigh.
That's enough.
Two words, spoken softly.
At the end of the stone path, the coffin lid was slowly pushed open from the inside by an even larger hand.