The two men, with sinister grins on their faces, slowly surrounded Lin Yu.
In their eyes, Lin Yu was already theirs, so they were enjoying the thrill of torturing their prey during the hunt.
Seeing Lin Yu standing motionless, they became even more smug, thinking that Lin Yu had been scared out of his wits.
As a result, Lin Yu flicked his finger and sent out two streams of Spiritual Power that instantly entered the foreheads of the two people.
In an instant, the two men froze, their ferocious expressions gradually turning blank, the glint of their eyes fading, leaving only bewilderment.
Suddenly, as if given a command, they reached out and grabbed a log standing in the corner next to them.
He held him tightly in his arms, muttering, "Got him! This kid's really strong, he'll definitely satisfy the adults!"
Lin Yu hid in the shadows at the alley entrance, watching the two men carrying the withered tree trunk, staggering towards the outskirts of the city.
This "Blindfold" is really useful.
At this moment, the log in their line of sight was Lin Yu, and he was still struggling violently, which was why they were having such a hard time holding him.
As they walked, they cursed, "That brat is really heavy!"
Lin Yu also concealed his aura and followed the two.
The two walked along the river for a long time before finally stopping in front of a courtyard with a wooden sign that read "East Asia Mutual Aid Society".
The courtyard gate was a Japanese-style sliding door, with a fire lotus pattern carved on the lintel. Yellow lanterns hung on both sides of the gate, making the light dim and, from a distance, it really looked like a place where the dead lived.
Lin Yu observed the layout of the house and could only think, "This is truly a humble dwelling; was this house designed by a dead person?"
"Halt! What are you doing?" The two Japanese guards, carrying rifles, became wary as they saw the two men carrying a piece of dead wood approaching.
These two men usually arrest refugees by pushing a cart; I've never seen them carrying a piece of wood.
The two men, still under the Soul Capture, grinned foolishly as they pushed the log forward, saying, "Sir, we've caught a strong young man; bring him to the master!"
The Japanese guards frowned, about to reach out to push, when Lin Yu, hidden in the shadows, flicked his fingertips, and another wisp of Spiritual Power drifted over, entering between the brows of the two guards.
Their eyes glazed over instantly, and their tense bodies relaxed. One of them waved his hand and mumbled, "Go... go in."
The two men, carrying the withered tree trunk, staggered through the door and went inside, with Lin Yu following closely behind.
The front yard does indeed resemble a clubhouse, where all sorts of people dine, drink tea, and enjoy themselves.
The two men, carrying the log, turned through a side door and followed a path into the backyard.
As soon as I entered, a smell mixed with sandalwood and blood hit me.
Dark red stains were faintly seeping from the cracks in the stone path in the courtyard, and strange runes, as if drawn with blood, were printed on the paper of the Japanese sliding door.
Faint whimpering sounds came from the rooms on both sides of the corridor, indicating that someone was probably tied up inside.
Finally, the two reached a large hall at the end of the corridor and pushed open the heavy wooden door.
Lin Yu remained hidden, openly standing at the doorway peering inside.
The layout of the main hall was eerie. In the center stood a Japanese-style shrine, but there was no statue of a god on it. Instead, there was something wrapped in black cloth that exuded a faint evil aura.
A man in a black kimono stood before the shrine, his lips as red as if smeared with blood, a blood-red chain around his neck, and several fingers missing from both his hands.
Several attendants stood beside the sorcerer, each with black chains around their necks and missing two or three joints from their fingers.
Lin Yu frowned deeply. These cults were truly bizarre; they were either torturing themselves or self-harming, which was disgusting.
"My lord! Look, we've caught a strong young man; he'll definitely last until the blood sacrifice is over!" The two men, carrying the log, fawned over the Daoist priest, patting the log as they did so.
The sorcerer's face darkened. What a burly young man! He was clearly a log covered in mud! These two idiots had obviously messed with the wrong person.
The fact that these two idiots' perceptions have been distorted to this extent must be the work of cultivators from the Dragon Nation! Not only was that cultivator not captured, but he might have even followed these two fools into the stronghold!
The sorcerer suppressed his murderous urge, forced a smile, turned around, picked up two dark red cups of medicinal wine from a tray beside him, and handed them to the two men. "You did well. This will prolong your lives; consider it a reward."
The two men's eyes lit up, and they eagerly took the medicinal wine and drank it all in one gulp.
As soon as they swallowed, they felt a burning sensation in their throats, followed by their skin turning red and blistering.
In less than two seconds, the blisters burst, and pus flowed down between his fingers. Amidst screams, he turned into a wisp of dark brown pus, leaving only two foul-smelling black stains on the ground.
The sorcerer clapped his hands, and his attendants began to tidy up on their own.
Then, his eyes swept across every corner of the hall with a sinister glint, and he said politely, "There is an old saying in the Dragon Nation, 'Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?'"
"Since your friend has followed you in, why not show yourself?"
At that moment, Lin Yu was actually standing right in front of him, and the evil Daoist priest was acting as if he had discovered him, which made Lin Yu laugh.
This sorcerer's cultivation level is even lower than his a year ago; he can't even sense the hem of his clothes. Clearly, he's trying to trick him into leaving with these words.
The demonic Daoist waited for a moment, and seeing no response, his expression grew even more somber.
He turned to look at a maidservant beside him who had no expression.
The maid, dressed in a white kimono, had lifeless eyes, like a puppet. The sorcerer gritted his teeth and ordered, "Investigate! Find out who those two idiots offended in town today, whether they had contact with any cultivators! If you don't find anything, you don't need to come back!"
The maid bowed slightly, then turned and walked stiffly out of the hall.
After watching the woman leave, Lin Yu began to look around on his own. This was his first time encountering a foreign religious sect, and Lin Yu wanted to see what made these sects different.
He strode forward, heading straight for the wall behind the demon. His footsteps landed without a sound, and as Lin Yu touched the wall, ripples spread across it like water. Lin Yu then stepped through the wall and walked right in.
The sorcerer standing nearby didn't notice at all.
This is Lin Yu using the "Wall Opening" Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Arts, which allows him to pass directly through walls.
Lin Yu passed through the wall and landed in a study that was elegantly furnished but had an eerie feel to it.
The stench of blood in the air was stronger than inside the main hall, mixed with the smell of ink.
The bookshelves in the study were filled with various scriptures, one of which was laid out open on the table.
Lin Yu also stepped forward and climbed over.
You wouldn't believe it until you see it; even Lin Yu felt a bit nauseous after seeing it.
The scripture was written in human blood, and a dried-up severed finger lay on the table beside it.
Lin Yu frowned, recalling the sorcerer with the missing finger and his attendant in the main hall, and an absurd guess popped into his mind.
This sorcerer actually used his own fingers and blood to copy scriptures!