Blood Incantation
The scream from before had come from the man fleeing ahead; now he didn't even dare to look back, just running forward almost frantically.
The person following behind him used some unknown Movement Method to keep up with the fleeing man, the two always maintaining a distance of less than a mile.
The curved blade in the pursuer's hand gleamed in the darkness, clearly indicating its extreme sharpness.
Seeing that the two were about to disappear from her sight, Sang Ying jumped out the window and chased after them without saying a word.
Seeing her actions, Gu Shu clicked his tongue in exasperation, and soon a slight noise came from the next room.
Gu Shu didn't even need to look to know that Jiang Zhuoxue had definitely gone after Sang Ying as well.
Over the past three hundred years, Jiang Zhuoxue's feelings for Sang Ying have been too obvious to be noticed by anyone with eyes to see. It's just that Sang Ying is now focused on ascension, otherwise the two of them would probably have already held their dao companion ceremony.
However, although Sang Ying never gave Jiang Zhuoxue a proper identity, the other party still stayed by Sang Ying's side. Given the bizarre and dangerous situation tonight, he certainly wouldn't let Sang Ying take the risk alone.
Gu Shu patted his chubby cheeks, then reluctantly got up to check the array formations in the two rooms.
The house's formations are intact; it's very difficult for anyone below the Spirit Transformation Stage to break in.
After making sure all this was done, Gu Shu lay back down on the bed and fell asleep again.
On the other side, the two were moving very fast, but fortunately Sang Ying was not slow either. She carefully followed behind them, her movements light and gentle, not daring to be noticed by the two in front.
However, a familiar Spiritual Qi soon landed on her. Sang Ying turned her head and saw that Jiang Zhuoxue had indeed quietly walked to her side.
"Don't worry, I used my Spiritual Power, they won't find you." Jiang Zhuoxue whispered to Sang Ying.
It was at this moment that Sang Ying began to envy Jiang Zhuoxue and demon.
He can not only convert Demonic Qi into Spiritual Qi energy, but also convert Spiritual Qi into Demonic Qi. Even the mixed Spiritual Qi in the Hidden Nether Realm can be purified and absorbed by his own power.
This is the power belonging to the Dragon Race, and it is something that everyone in the Cultivation World covets.
Sang Ying did not refuse his kindness and even whispered a thank you.
Just then, the two people chasing each other below finally stopped, or rather, the one running away finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.
The pursuer did not let this golden opportunity slip by. The moment he saw the man fall, he drew his scimitar again, as if revealing his fangs.
"Please spare me, please, spare me... You've already destroyed my corpse puppet, and you've crippled me by most of my strength. Why are you so ruthless?" The man turned around, revealing a face covered in red markings.
The red stripes glowed faintly in the night, and upon closer inspection, one could even see that they seemed to be alive, writhing wildly, instilling a sense of dread in those who looked at them closely.
Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue both had good eyesight, and naturally they noticed the strange expression on his face.
"Is this the person afflicted by the Curse?" Sang Ying's tone instantly became serious.
Previously, they had only heard about the existence of this Curse from the shopkeeper, and had not yet experienced its horror firsthand. Now, seeing it for themselves, they had to admit that the shopkeeper was right; the Curse was indeed more terrifying than they had imagined.
The man lying on the ground was still begging for mercy. He had knelt down and was crying before his pursuers, pleading for them to spare his life.
But the pursuers showed no sign of letting him go, and the sharp scimitar still came down toward the man's neck.
Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue watched from the sidelines, not knowing what grudge existed between the two, and thus did not dare to intervene.
But just as the scimitar was about to take the man's life, the fatal blow was blocked by a suddenly appearing corpse puppet.
This corpse puppet seemed to be quite powerful; even though Sang Ying was so far away, she could still feel the oppressive aura emanating from it.
What surprised Sang Ying even more was that this corpse puppet was unlike any Sang Ying had seen before, the kind that only knew simple attacks. After exchanging a few blows with its pursuers, it suddenly formed hand seals and spat out a fireball!
This corpse puppet can use Spiritual Power!
This startled not only Sang Ying, but also Jiang Zhuoxue and the pursuer.
The corpse puppet moved with unprecedented agility, and the fireballs that occasionally appeared caused great trouble for the pursuers. However, the pursuers were still more skilled, and despite being scratched on the shoulder by the corpse puppet, they still managed to kill the man lying on the ground with a single strike.
The man thought the appearance of the corpse puppet meant he could escape this calamity, but he never expected that he would still die under the blade of his pursuers.
Seeing that the person it was trying to take away was dead, the corpse puppet stopped pursuing. It threw one last small fireball to distract its pursuers, then turned and quickly fled.
Seeing his incredible speed, the pursuers gave up after only taking two or three steps.
He turned around and pulled off the hood of the dead man on the ground, only truly relaxing after confirming that the man was completely lifeless.
Seeing this Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue were already planning to leave, but before they could even move, the pursuers' sharp gaze shot towards the rooftop where they were hiding.
"Since we've already followed you here, why keep hiding?" the pursuer said in a muffled voice.
Sang Ying let out a breath. She hadn't expected the other party to be so perceptive. She guessed that she had inadvertently given away her presence while peering out the window, which was why the pursuer had noticed her.
Once a cultivator detects their presence, no matter how well they hide, they will still be found.
Now that she had been discovered, Sang Ying had no intention of hiding any longer.
She led Jiang Zhuoxue out confidently.
The pursuer's robes were wider than the man's on the ground, and there seemed to be some kind of pattern embroidered on the hem. However, Sang Ying couldn't see it clearly.
Upon noticing the two's attire, the pursuers seemed to become even more wary. "Foreign cultivators? Two outsiders shouldn't be so curious; they should leave this place as soon as possible."
With that, the pursuers grabbed the man's body and carried him away.
Sang Ying had finally managed to get close to a person afflicted with Curse. Although she knew it wasn't appropriate to bring it up so abruptly, she couldn't help but speak up, "Excuse me, although we are outsiders, we are very curious about the so-called Curse of the Hidden Nether Realm. I wonder if we could take a look at the corpse you're carrying? Just a look."
"I told you not to be so curious," the Pursuer said coldly. "This Curse is not something you should be dealing with."
He didn't give Sang Ying and the other woman a chance to speak again, and quickly carried the corpse away into the night.
Sang Ying gazed in the direction where the pursuers had disappeared, a look of regret on her face.
Tomorrow, the shopkeeper will take them to see the head of the Min Household, but they still don't know what this Curse is, Sang Ying is inevitably a little unsure.
The two remained silent on their way back to the inn. Sang Ying was worried about the meeting with the Min Household the next day, while Jiang Zhuoxue's brows were tightly furrowed.
Whether it was his imagination or not, he sensed his own blood in the dead person...