In the dark, sinister basement, after stuffing the demon creature into the root carving, the man lifted it and looked it over with an appreciative gaze.
Only after a long while did he put the root carving back.
The other three demon creatures began howling in terror again, leaping up and down and striking their glass jars with loud clangs.
He threatened them coldly, "Stop crying. It's your honor to become part of my art. If you annoy me, I'll put you in a balefire lamp as fuel and burn you day and night."
Before coming here, Yue Wen had learned from Wang Shoucai that the Soul-Controlling Sect was feared because of its many methods for dealing with souls.
Offending other demonic cultivators meant death at worst, but the Soul-Controlling Sect's demonic cultivators could extract your soul and torment it over and over, denying you peace even after death.
The demon creatures before him were all the most ordinary parasitic demons.
The obsession in their consciousness was not revenge, but finding a body to possess. They were a little like more advanced lantern monsters.
But why were there so many fresh parasitic demons?
This would have been a little strange elsewhere, but with a Soul-Controlling Sect demonic cultivator, there was no doubt that he had refined them from recently deceased corpses through some method.
Otherwise, collecting these randomly appearing parasitic demons one by one across somewhere as large as Jiangcheng City would have been as difficult as fishing a complete set of five fortune cards out of the ocean.
Refining demon creatures like this was undoubtedly expressly forbidden, but for the demonic cultivator before him, it was merely an insignificant entry among his many crimes.
According to the information Gongsun Mo had provided, Duanmu Lei was a veteran Soul-Controlling Sect