At the same time, the rotting blue-black arms behind Zhong Kui Yueji also shoved with all their might, pushing him toward the basin.
Zhong Kui Yueji's body inched toward the basin.
The blood in the basin surged higher and higher. Soon, it overflowed like a fountain, spilling over the basin and the square table before streaming down the table legs to the floor.
Amid the blood, indistinct chunks of flesh gradually surfaced. There was something subtly familiar about them.
Zhong Kui Yueji suddenly realized that the basin contained a corpse that had been pulped and forcibly stuffed inside.
The stench of blood from before had come from this corpse.
It was an offering to the Divine Statue in the temple!
In an instant, a powerful premonition took shape in Zhong Kui Yueji's mind, almost tangible: if he were dragged into the furnace, he would take the corpse's place and become a fresh offering!
By now, Zhong Kui Yueji could barely keep his footing. He was pitching toward the basin.
Suddenly, every arm gripping him was covered in a dazzling, pale gold sheen, as if draped in a thin layer of spring sunlight.
All the arms stopped at once, frozen in place.
A powerful, imposing aura erupted from Zhong Kui Yueji. The many Ghostly Being arms were like snow beneath the sun: in the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace!
Freed from their grasp, Zhong Kui Yueji regained his footing.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
One bizarre Ghostly Being after another emerged from the darkness. The corpse in the basin also gripped its rim and pulled its entire body out, fixing Zhong Kui Yueji with a cold, uncanny stare.
Blood had already soaked the entire floor. It kept rising, as though it would soon submerge the whole temple.
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