The animals needed too much blood. Although Yang Xiaoxiao bought them at a high price, some townspeople were simply too curious.
After all, I've never seen a boss who doesn't want meat and only wants blood. Normally it would be fine, but these past two days the Daoist priest's soul-summoning incident has been widely publicized.
Curious townspeople followed the guests and staff who had delivered the blood back.
As soon as I entered the path outside the cabin, I was so frightened that I lost all interest in watching the commotion and ran away as fast as I could.
What a huge ghost!!
Some of the bolder ones tried to take pictures, but they were caught by the director who was running away in a swarm before they could take more than a few.
"These are deadly things! What are you looking at? Run!"
" Jiang Nuo is truly insane... more terrifying than a ghost! That ghost..."
That's huge and terrifying; he might not survive. We'd better run!
Compared to the helpful staff, the directors were clearly afraid of death and just wanted to run away as quickly as possible.
Qin Sicun shouted at them, "You can't escape! Haven't you noticed that since yesterday, ambulances and police cars haven't been able to get here!"
The production crew, who had already rushed outside, froze. The cameraman, carrying his camera, nodded silently. "It seems... yesterday, apart from the internet, we were almost completely cut off from the outside world."
"Oh dear... oh dear, what should I do!"
The townspeople were terrified and at a loss, with one old woman even slapping her thigh, exclaiming, "I've heard stories about adults before, but I never thought it actually happened!"
"No, no, I need to go back and kill a couple more chickens to bring more blood! If this ghost isn't eliminated, our town is doomed!"
The old woman who was speaking clearly had some prestige in the town. After she had only shouted a few times, many young men and strong men ran back home to prepare to slaughter chickens and dogs.
Yang Xiaoxiao, who had keenly noticed what she had just said, felt it might be a useful clue, and quickly handed the bucket she was carrying to Ming Xu, "Take this to Brother Jiang quickly, I want to ask about the adults."
"Okay! Great!"
Ming Xu held it in his arms, no longer caring that he was covered in blood.
Looking up, one could see ghosts taller than the house, and Jiang Nuo, who was covered in injuries and looked unwell. Anxious and desperate, Jiang Nuo just wanted to speed things up.
" God Nuo! Blood... blood."
Ming Xu was startled by the look Jiang Nuo gave him; his body trembled instantly, as if he were being targeted by the most evil force in the world.
He quickly looked away, his heart pounding and his eyes burning.
Jiang Nuo's demonized left hand sucked out the blood plasma and slowly guided it into the formation, his eyes fixed on the veins within.
They thought that using yang-positive chicken blood and dog blood would suppress the ghostly energy and complete the formation, but the effect was still not as good as human blood.
He tilted his head, glanced at the demon master who was bound by the fishing net, dodged the attack, and looked at Ming Xu with flashing red eyes.
Ming Xu took a step back in fright, " God Nuo... are you... are you still conscious?"
"Very lucid."
Jiang Nuo's lips curved slightly, her smile incredibly gentle.
Ming Xu: "..."
I think you're not quite right in the head! Why would you smile like that at anyone other than Si Yan?
"Then... what are you going to do?"
Jiang Nuo walked towards him, grabbed his hand without a word, and smiled, tilting her head, "Half a bowl of blood for everyone."
"Donating blood is beneficial to your life."
Ming Xu gave a dry laugh.
That's a very timely piece of advertising.
"I'll go talk to them right now! You wait God Nuo."
Ming Xu took off running into the crowd, carrying the bucket that had just contained chicken blood and dog blood.
" Brother Sicun! God Nuo says we still need human blood! Otherwise..."
Ming Xu saw the townspeople and the production crew looking nervous and very resistant. Although he didn't know what would happen if no one wrote about the blood, he still exaggerated the situation.
"Otherwise, the formation won't work, and everyone in the town will be eaten by ghosts!!"
Everyone: "Huh?!"
Jiang Nuo, who heard the roar from within the nearby formation, thought, "..."
That's not that serious.
He just didn't want to bleed; it wasn't like he was treating Si Yan, and bloodletting would be too painful.
Jiang Nuo moved his wrist, speeding up the formation, his expression becoming increasingly serious.
Hearing Ming Xu's words, Yang Xiaoxiao, who was asking the adults about ghost stories, took her elderly aunt with poor legs and headed towards town.
"It's too late, Auntie! You need to get the townspeople to donate blood right away! There are so many of us; a little blood from each person is enough to activate the formation!"
Startled by these words, the production team exchanged bewildered glances, gritted their teeth, and rolled up their sleeves to follow suit.
In such a chaotic situation, no one paid any attention to Han Wenche was lying on the ground barely alive.
He was completely exhausted, unable to look up at the sky, his eyes filled with both fear and near-madness, as if he had gone insane after facing the most desperate situation.
But no one paid attention to him; everyone was busy helping Jiang Nuo set up the formation, and the whole courtyard of the small house reeked of blood.
Meanwhile, in the woods to the southwest of the town...
Si Yan is working hard to resolve this as soon as possible.
Upon arriving at the woods, perhaps because the Demon Lord was no longer hiding, wisps of black mist appeared in the woods that had been completely silent yesterday.
As he delved deeper inside, all the black wisps of energy coalesced into a misty soul that vaguely resembled a human face.
Si Yan had never seen such evil eyes before; they seemed to belong to something that did not belong to this world.
Even so, Si Yan thought of Jiang Nuo, who was still waiting, perhaps entangled in a battle with the Ghost Lord. Anxious, he unleashed a torrent of Spiritual Power, chasing after the mist.
Si Yan used almost all her strength, leaving no room to hide in this forest where there were no other humans.
During the fight, he suddenly realized that compared to the talismans and protective weapons Jiang Nuo had given him, direct combat with magic was much faster in dealing with this mysterious power.
While this method was effective, his Spiritual Power depletion became extremely severe within just a few minutes.
The chill gradually spread through Si Yan's body, and his movements froze. Just then, the Dark Power surged once more.
"Uh-huh."
He groaned as he was slammed into a tree, managing to grab onto a branch to avoid a more serious fall.
Si Yan spat out blood and looked up at the smug face of the man shrouded in black mist.
It sounded like a mockery; even with such power, they were no match for him.
Si Yan sat down cross-legged, circulating the turbulent meridians within his body, allowing purer Spiritual Power to spread. He didn't notice that at this moment, the sky was changing, with faint purple light shining down.
The Dark Power possessing a trace of An Yin consciousness clearly hadn't expected this person to have such strange Spiritual Power.
After struggling repeatedly to no avail, there were even signs that she was being restrained.
Another mouthful of blood spurted out.
A trace of pain appeared between Si Yan's brows as he unleashed his immense Spiritual Power, which bound the black mist and utterly crushed it.
When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky. Before he could explain it, the purple-glowing clouds began to slant down with a purple halo, instantly restoring his depleted body.
He touched his heart in surprise, but when he looked up again, there was nothing there.
Without time to think, Si Yan could feel the energy remaining in his meridians, a power purer than his own Spiritual Power. He needed to hurry back to help Nuo.