Mother-and-Child Vicious Ghosts

The arts practiced by the Lai Ma Wizards were originally the sort of lowly arts—raising ghosts, breeding gu, and martial techniques—that the great sects of the Central Land looked down on. Though they, too, had been affected by the great calamity of heaven and earth, their level of cultivation had been low to begin with, so they had managed to hold on...

In fact, they had retained most of their methods. Now Dasi Ke was confident he could deal with Tang Changsheng!

Perhaps the General's Temple had been formidable before the ancient calamity. Even a few decades ago, perhaps a camel starved to death was still bigger than a Horse.

But in the world as it stood now, the General's Temple could do no more than raise a few Ghost Creatures to command!

And when it came to raising ghosts, how could the General's Temple compare with the Lai Ma Wizards?

At that thought, a twisted smile appeared on Dasi Ke's face.

Before him stood two jars, one large and one small. Both held bones.

Dasi Ke cut his own wrist, spilling blood over the two jars as though it cost him nothing.

Strangely, the blood vanished almost as soon as it touched them. It was as if the jars were alive, eagerly and greedily drinking it in!

"Heh heh. How could the General's Temple compare with us Lai Ma Grand Shamans when it comes to raising ghosts? Do they even know how to raise a Vicious Ghost?"

Dasi Ke laughed to hide his pain and weakness. As the blood kept flowing, his face turned pale.

But deep in his pupils, two clusters of ghostly green light appeared, burning like will-o'-the-wisps.

A closer look would reveal a woman's ghost inside the Flame reflected in one pupil, writhing in agony as