Standing to one side, Lin Feng watched the ascetics around him use a corpse to draw up the blood. In the Gale Wind, they tied the body to bamboo poles with ropes, leaving it swaying, then extended the poles to dangle it over the great vat.
This was standard Gu Sorcery.
Using resentment as its animating spirit.
Mixing resentment with humans, wild boars, and demon centipedes.
Inside the great vat, the flesh was boiled until it fell from the bones.
It became an "Eight-Armed Guru."
The blood crawled greedily upward, burrowing into the corpse's flesh and writhing toward its organs!
This was the moment they had been waiting for!
Seeing that the time had come, Lin Feng watched the Ascetics beside him heave their bamboo poles, deftly flicking the corpse back to the "shore."
One ascetic had already cut the web between his thumb and forefinger, letting his blood flow.
He held a writing brush and dipped it in his own blood. The Ascetics standing nearby surged forward and pinned the corpse firmly to the ground so he could perform the rite.
In an instant, the corpse began to heave violently. Lin Feng saw what seemed to be a vicious ghost inside it, writhing incessantly through the body.
It stretched the corpse's flesh into a membrane as thin as a glove.
With a little more force, it could break through.
The Ascetics held the corpse down firmly while talismans were drawn continuously over its body, covering it in ghost script.
Seen from afar.
It resembled writhing spider legs.
Dense and tightly packed.
The characters seemed alive, burrowing into the corpse and forcing the vicious ghost into submission.
The ghost script, which the written spirit had called inauspicious writing, had an extraordinary calming and soothing effect on the "Eight-Armed Guru."
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