Spirit Jiang, Spirit Threads, Shut the Door and Release the Dog
"Bring up the first batch of goods."
Jia Wa beckoned to his men, his tone suggesting he was in command of troops.
Cheng Sheng glanced at him through his mask, and he immediately became obedient.
Soon, the latest batch of Hell Plague Fly eggs was presented to Cheng Sheng.
Twenty pieces, neatly arranged on the tray, were warm and translucent, with a pale pink hue. If one ignored their growing environment, they were so beautiful they resembled some kind of special work of art.
The egg-laying rate in each of the Hell Plague Fly breeding ponds was similar to that of Cheng Sheng's first attempt, with some having a slightly higher rate and others a slightly lower rate. There were exactly twenty eggs in the eight breeding ponds.
His daily three trips back and forth reciting the mantra these past few days have not been in vain.
With eight times the output, the consumption was naturally also eight times. Fortunately, his Primordial Mark had increased after the last Soul Sacrifice, otherwise the consumption of mental energy alone would have been enough to make him exhausted to death.
In front of Jia Wa and the others, Cheng Sheng peeled open each of the twenty Plague Fly eggs.
When placed next to maggots that had absorbed the energy of the Strange Mist, the latter were noticeably plumper and stronger than those that had not "evolved."
To distinguish them, Cheng Sheng made another cut on his arm to store this new batch of Hell Plague Fly.
He didn't plan to use the evolved one again for the time being. He wanted to let it absorb the Strange Mist a few more times to see what kind of evolution it could undergo.
Just as Cheng Sheng walked out of the factory with satisfaction, Jia Wa received another important piece of news from his subordinates.
"Is there any news from Qingsha No. 3 Middle School?"
Cheng Sheng hearing this news, Cheng Sheng's expression shifted, and he reached out and snatched the tablet from Jia Wa's hand.
It's called a tablet, but it's actually a monitor that connects to all the surveillance cameras inside and outside Qingsha No. 3 Middle School. It's square and as thick as a brick, but the surveillance images it displays are barely clear.
The image displayed on the tablet was from a surveillance camera installed on a secluded path near the side gate of Qingsha No. 3 Middle School. The image showed two or three people walking on the path.
But for some reason, Cheng Sheng immediately spotted a middle-aged man wearing a black fisherman's hat and carrying a gray crossbody bag.
The man was wearing a white shirt and looked unremarkable, but Cheng Sheng had a strong premonition that he was the one he had been waiting for!
--This is probably a hunter's intuition about their prey.
I'll ride in your car.
Cheng Sheng stared at the man for a while, then tossed the monitor back to Jia Wa.
He paused, then slowly added, "And help me bring my 'dog' out."
Upon hearing Cheng Sheng mention the word "dog," Jia Wa's body trembled slightly involuntarily, and a strange blush appeared on his face.
It felt like fear, yet also like a kind of excitement and exhilaration.
"Yes."
He nodded, took a deep breath, and turned to run quickly to make the arrangements.
Cheng Sheng stood alone, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, as if he were expecting something.
"A true... master of subjugation... tsk."
"Daji, Daji, come out quickly~"
Wang Shan squatted by the roadside, gently waving at a patch of weeds, from which rustling sounds could be heard from time to time.
A woman in business attire walked by, glanced curiously in their direction, but didn't pay much attention, assuming it was just a mischievous cat or dog hiding in the bushes.
"Whoosh--"
Just as the woman who was passing by walked past, a dark shadow suddenly darted out of the bushes and disappeared into Wang Shan, where he wrapped it with the gray cloth at his waist.
"Heh... heh..."
A strange, hoarse sound came from the handbag, as if a pair of bloodthirsty eyes were staring intently at the retreating figure of the woman through the gap in the handbag.
"Good Daji ~"
Wang Shan gently soothed the restless body through the bag, his tone as soft as if comforting a child. "Grandpa knows you've been holding back in the car for a long time, but aren't we here to pick up your sister?"
"Let's eat something delicious together after we pick up my sister, okay?"
The contents of the bag gradually settled down, and the protruding part of the bag collapsed, leaving it flat as if there was nothing inside.
Wang Shan slung his bag over his shoulder with satisfaction, glancing at the nearby bushes.
From a vantage point only he could see, deep within the grass lay a corpse, its body covered in tiny teeth marks, as if torn apart beyond recognition by some small wild animal.
Wang Shan glanced at the corpse once before looking away, then stood up and squinted at the abandoned and sealed-off old school in front of him.
He had almost forgotten when he last came here.
Ten years ago?
Was it fifteen years ago?
He only remembered that at that time he was a lowly slave, and his master was named Chuma Wugan, a powerful Spirit Jiang medium.
More accurately, they are black magic practitioners among Spirit Jiang mediums.
That must have been the most painful yet most triumphant period of Wang Shan's life. His master was eccentric but powerful, and wherever he went with his master, he was treated as an honored guest. He also took advantage of his master's prestige to do many things as he pleased.
Unfortunately, Chuma Wugan ultimately died in the siege of the "Wengzan" royal army.
That was also the first time Wang Shan discovered that there were people in the world who were so much more powerful than his powerful master—not just one, but a whole group!
He was terrified and desperately hid himself.
Over the past ten years, he has never stayed in one place for long, moving between various prefectures and cities in Nantu.
He inherited a portion of Chuma Wuqian's legacy and tried his best to become a Spirit Jiang, but unfortunately his aptitude was too poor, and after so much time, he was still stuck at the first level of the Spirit Thread Realm.
"Once I subdue this Evil Spirit, I'll feed Daji to her and make her my new Natal Spirit Jiang... The speed at which I condense Spirit Thread should be much faster from now on. Once the second Spirit Thread is condensed, I can also try to make contact with other spirit mediums..."
Wang Shan placed his hand on his satchel and patted it gently. Looking at the abandoned school buildings in the distance, a hint of longing gradually appeared in his eyes.
He can't hide in the dark and damp like a rat forever.
He had no intention of avenging Chuma Wugan; he simply wanted to obtain a similar status and treatment as Chuma Wugan. Of course, he would be even more cautious and careful than Chuma Wugan. As long as he didn't provoke Wengzan's sorcerers, he could continue to live a comfortable life.
Everything requires a certain level of strength to support it, and now, he is taking the first step in acquiring that strength.
The Evil Spirit in the teaching building was casually cultivated and placed there by Chuma Wugan, and can be considered one of the few valuable legacies Chuma Wugan left him.
He had waited so long, and finally the day had come when this Evil Spirit was fully mature.
Wang Shan took a light breath, quickly found the locked gate of the campus, and without any visible movement, he simply glanced at the chain-bound gate, and the iron lock on the gate clicked open by itself.
He slowly walked in with his satchel slung over his shoulder, and the iron gate that had been opened closed behind him again.
What Wang Shan didn't see--
Just as he stepped into the abandoned campus, a black minivan slowly pulled up at a corner not far away on the side road.
Inside the van, a well-proportioned young man with a devilish charm reclines on a soft leather seat, quietly watching him through the monitor in front of him, before smiling and whispering instructions to those around him.
"Alright, the person has gone inside..."
"Next..."
"Time to unleash the dogs."