Daji and His Sister

Cheng Sheng's eyes flickered, and he stepped forward, casually taking the doll off.

The source of the Evil Spirit sensed by the Primordial Mark was this incredibly strange doll in his hand, with its bizarre craftsmanship and materials.

This doll was made from the hair of countless people; it was very ugly. However, the clothes it wore were quite exquisite—a girls' school uniform with a skirt on the bottom.

Cheng Sheng smelled a faint stench emanating from the doll. After thinking for a moment, he gently parted the doll's belly with his fingers and saw a large pile of teeth and dry, rotting scalp inside.

It's probably the teeth and scalp of those high school students who committed suicide.

"So that mass suicide was deliberate?"

Cheng Sheng stared at the wall covered in runes and symbols. Although he couldn't understand them, he could tell that it was some kind of evil magic array.

--After all, that's what he does.

"It's like the Gu poison in Curse Art, using the lives of dozens of high school students as sacrifices to forcibly imprison their vengeful spirits in this doll, and then using a magic array to refine it into the Evil Spirit it is now."

But why hasn't anyone come to collect it after so much time has passed?

Cheng Sheng stroked his chin and quickly understood.

Yes, the most crucial step in the formation of Evil Spirit is energy. Over the years, the Strange Mist generated by each Black Tide has never spread to Qingsha No. 3 Middle School, until this time it has enveloped the abandoned school area.

"... The new campus is right next door, filled with countless young and vibrant lives, which can serve as fodder for newly born Evil Spirit..."

The plan was quite meticulous.

Cheng Sheng looked at the hair doll in his hand, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

The person who could set up such Evil Spirit spirit and curse formation was clearly a sorcerer. Taking this doll meant that they might have provoked a real sorcerer.

But if they didn't take it, they couldn't just rebuild the torn-down wall and pretend they didn't see it after all the digging had gone this far, could they?

I'm torn.

A moment later, Cheng Sheng suddenly shook his head.

Why would I be afraid? Why would I think that?

Behind the big fish is an even bigger fish; shouldn't he be happy?

"I obtained the [Hell Plague Fly] spell by sacrificing two martial arts masters at the Sha Nurturing Realm. What benefits would I gain by sacrificing a proper Curse?"

Cheng Sheng couldn't help but smack his lips; he didn't even dare to think about it.

Greed is, in fact, one of the noble qualities possessed by warlocks as nobles of the Abyss!

"Qingsha City and the abandoned school campus are places I know all too well. Now he's in the open while I'm in the shadows; the timing and the location are both in my favor. What do I have to be afraid of? He should be the one who's afraid."

Cheng Sheng couldn't help but chuckle. In the dim light, his excessively pale face with slightly elongated lips had a sinister kind of handsomeness.

"Set up a surveillance camera here later, and plan carefully. If anyone dares to come over, just take action!"

"A so-called evil spirit cultivator who spends so many years, even needing the help of the Strange Mist, to cultivate Evil Spirit, and whose strength is only this low after cultivation, can't be that powerful..."

"Perfect timing! I'm also very curious about what kind of abilities a true sorcerer possesses that could scare those Black Killing Style fighters like that..."

Cheng Sheng made his decision, and his expression returned to its original calm.

His gaze shifted downwards, landing back on the hair doll in his hand. He was about to press the doll to his brow and use the Primordial Mark to absorb the Evil Spirit within.

Suddenly, something occurred to him.

"How about we just perform a sacrifice on it and see what happens?"

Among the offerings required for Dark Sacrifice is the sacrifice of a soul.

Cheng Sheng had never tried it before because he couldn't find a way to contain a soul. Now, however, he had found a vessel for an Evil Spirit, which would just meet the requirements of a soul sacrifice.

Perhaps sensing his impending fate, the hair doll in Cheng Sheng's hand trembled slightly.

The scene that had appeared before reappeared, this time showing a group of vengeful spirits in high school uniforms kneeling on the ground, clinging to Cheng Sheng's legs, pitifully begging.

"Don't look at me like that. Let you go? Let you go so you can go and wreak havoc next door?"

Evil Spirit must be prepared to be Evil Spirit.

Cheng Sheng glanced indifferently at the horde of vengeful spirits at his feet, thought for a moment, and added, "At most... I promise to help you avenge yourselves later."

Upon hearing these words, the vengeful spirits' eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and they stopped begging, obediently returning to the doll.

Seeing this, Cheng Sheng smiled, took out his phone and carefully took several photos of the wall covered with talismans in front of him, then turned and left.

Small town, old neighborhood.

A middle-aged man carrying a shopping basket slowly walked into a tenement building.

The man looked to be in his fifties, wearing a slightly yellowed white shirt, gray trousers, and old black leather shoes. His hair was neatly combed, and he had a kind and gentle demeanor.

"Old Wang, are you off work?"

A woman in her fifties bumped into the man, glanced at the shopping basket in his hand, and casually asked, "Oh, what are you having for dinner tonight?"

The man chuckled and held up his shopping basket, replying, "My grandson wanted fish, so I went to the market and bought him two big carp! Look, they're still alive and fresh!"

"Hehe.."

The woman smiled, said nothing more, nodded, and walked past the man.

After he walked past, his face turned horrified, and he muttered rapidly, "A slovenly old man, doesn't even have a wife, and keeps saying he has a grandson... Oh my god, what a lunatic, he's terrifying!"

The man's home was on the first floor, and the old woman's ramblings drifted into his ears from afar.

He maintained his smile, as if he hadn't heard a thing, and continued turning the keys in his hand.

"Click--"

The door opened, and a chilling aura rushed out.

All the curtains in the small room were drawn tightly, and the windows were covered with old newspapers, making it as dark as night.

The man turned on the light, and the 30-watt tungsten bulb emitted a dim, yellowish light, barely illuminating half of the living room.

In this cramped living room, the floor, tables, cabinets... almost every available space was filled with urns of all sizes and all kinds of dolls made of yarn and cloth!

"Daji, we're having fish tonight!"

The man rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, as if talking to someone. Suddenly, the empty house was filled with the sound of children's laughter.

"Hehehe..."

Laughter accompanied the slight vibration of the urn, causing some of the dolls to move as well.

The man in the kitchen was smiling as he prepared to clean the two live fish he had just bought, when suddenly—

"Snap!"

There seemed to be a noise coming from the living room.

"Da da da..."

There was the sound of a child running barefoot quickly on the floor, leaving a trail of small, wet footprints that stretched all the way to the kitchen doorway.

Something tugged at the man's trouser leg.

"Um?"

The man turned around in surprise, wiped his hands casually on his clothes, and then followed the footprints into the living room.

He opened several urns to check, but found nothing unusual. He was stunned when he checked the largest urn on the altar in the living room.

He took the contents out of the urn and saw a small doll, about the size of a palm, made of braided hair and dressed in a girl's clothes.

At this moment, the doll's two eyes, which looked like they were made of some kind of black glass, were gradually turning red, and soon they were so red that they seemed to be dripping blood.

"It's done?!"

The man was instantly overjoyed, a hint of excitement showing on his face.

"Great! It's finally done!"

The man held the eerie doll with bloodshot eyes, gently patted another urn on the altar, and spoke softly to it with a smile.

"See that, Daji? Your sister's done!"

After we finish this meal, tomorrow we'll take our younger siblings to pick up our older sister from school, okay?

"Hehehe..."

A child's clear laughter rang out in the room, as if in response to him.

Soon, the children's laughter grew louder and louder, the urns and dolls all around the room began to shake, and more and more tiny footprints appeared on the floor...

It sounds incredibly lively.