Within Qu Zan's visualization, the eerie dried corpse stood up and traced a secret prescription in the air.
"Formula name: Nectar Scale-Moistening Paste...
"Thirty qian of butter, fifteen qian of wild yak marrow paste, ten qian of shilajit paste, eight qian of tinospora vine, eight qian of Tibetan gentian, five qian of white sandalwood, five qian of purple-flowered violet, three qian of chebulic myrobalan, three qian of belleric myrobalan, three qian of Indian gooseberry, one qian of musk (blend in a minute amount; may be omitted for mild cases)... simmer into medicine and apply..."
Possessing Extensive Learning, Qu Zan took one look at the prescription and committed the entire thing firmly to memory.
Qu Zan burned a mixture of Poison Mustard Seeds, wormwood, and blood to thank the Charnel Ground Protector.
Qu Zan began the fourth stage, bringing the ritual to a close.
Having finished retrieving the treasure, he recited a liberation mantra to release the deceased's consciousness, undid the binding chains, and removed the bone-chain barrier.
Yet the grayish-white mist around him began to tremble.
The grayish-white skeletons of the Charnel Ground Protector couple abruptly stopped dancing.
Their skulls swiveled around, and they stared viciously at Qu Zan.
The two skeletons, without a single shred of flesh or blood, gazed numbly at Qu Zan with two pairs of pitch-black eye sockets.
Ashen, hollow sockets that exuded deathly stillness looked toward Qu Zan.
What's happening? These are clearly Charnel Ground Protectors I visualized myself. Are they about to go out of control?!
Qu Zan felt his hair stand on end.
A sudden chill ran down his spine, and every hair on his body stood upright. It was the terror of facing death itself!
Something sinister and eerie lurked within those eye sockets...
Ghost Resonance began spreading through the surroundings...
That