dognovel Chapter 84: Female Demon
Chapter 84: Female Demon
Chapter Eighty-Four: The Female Demon
A dozen or so men in black robes surrounded the huge cage in the cave, their terrifying roars echoing and a chilling wind blowing.
Fu Jing removed her white mourning clothes, wearing only a close-fitting shirt, her long, slender legs dazzling, and slowly walked to the front of the cage.
"Roar……"
The ancestor, who had long since transformed into a monster, suddenly pounced, crashing into the iron cage with a deafening clang of metal against metal.
"Hold your breath and give him your hand!" Fu Quan growled in a sinister voice.
Fu Jing took a deep breath and reached out her hand.
The next moment, her hand was grabbed by the monster and bit down hard on her wrist.
A sharp pain shot through her, causing Fu Jing to instinctively pull her hand away. But the monster possessed incredible strength, grabbing her arm and dragging her to the side of the cage. Then, its long, muscular legs somehow emerged from the gaps in the cage bars and wrapped around Fu Jing's body.
"Grandpa!" Fu Jing cried out in terror, realizing that the monster seemed about to do the most disgusting thing to her.
Even though she was prepared to be possessed by a ghost cultivator, she couldn't bear being violated by a monster.
"Fu family members, listen to my command, prepare!" Fu Quan roared in a deep voice.
A dozen or so Fu family disciples in black robes stepped forward, raised their arms, and chanted ancient incantations...
The chanting echoed in the cave, as if thousands or tens of thousands of people were chanting together.
The monster couldn't bear the scriptures and howled in pain, but it never let go of Fu Jing's arm, instead biting even more fiercely.
Blood kept gushing out, turning Fu Jing's face deathly pale; she was on the verge of excruciating pain.
At this moment, the sound of everyone chanting scriptures suddenly increased.
The monster let out a miserable scream and released Fu Jing's arm.
"Now, Jingjing, use your blood to sprinkle on his head!" Fu Quan shouted sternly.
Fu Jing endured the excruciating pain, flicked her hand, and blood splattered all over the monster's head and face.
The monster's screams grew increasingly shrill as it writhed in agony on the ground.
In just a few seconds, his body withered away, and white mist continued to emerge from his head, gradually condensing into a human shape.
It was in the form of a woman, semi-transparent, dressed in ancient costume.
"what……"
A piercing scream rang out from the woman who had formed from mist, and the monster was completely turned into a dried-up corpse.
"I hate...I hate you...the Fu family...the Fu family!"
The misty woman howled and lunged fiercely at Fu Jing.
"Recite the scriptures!"
Fu Quan roared and joined the chanting. In an instant, the chanting became incredibly loud, like rolling thunder echoing continuously in the cave.
Fu Jing had no chance to dodge and was instantly possessed by the female ghost. Her arms suddenly dropped, and her body swayed like a ghost, yet she never fell down.
As the chanting gradually faded, a dozen or so black-robed disciples swiftly pulled out short knives from under their robes, forcefully slashed their wrists, and then simultaneously sprayed their blood onto Fu Jing.
Fu Jing's white shirt was gradually stained red with blood, and when her entire body was covered in blood, she suddenly opened her eyes.
A pair of completely black eyes that would send chills down anyone's spine.
"Jingjing?" Fu Quan called out cautiously, then immediately gave a signal to the people around him. Everyone quickly assumed a defensive posture, not even having time to bandage their wounds.
"Who's calling me?"
Fu Jing slightly opened her mouth, and the sound that came out was melodious and pleasant, but it contained a strong chill, and it was not her original voice.
Everyone who heard her voice felt a chill run down their spine.
Fu Quan took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "Jingjing, do you remember who you are?"
“Remember, I am a member of the Fu family.” Fu Jing raised her head and looked at Fu Quan with her deep, dark eyes.
Fu Quan swallowed hard and asked, "How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?"
“Yes.” Fu Jing, covered in blood, suddenly laughed in horror. “I feel like there are two versions of myself inside my body.”
"Attempt to merge them." Fu Quan was filled with fear, his robes trembling with urgency. "If you can merge the two souls together, you will have succeeded!"
“I’m trying.” Fu Jing smiled slightly, her bloodshot face growing increasingly horrifying. “But that little woman has a terrible temper and is resisting.”
Um? ?
A little woman?
Everyone was startled. The person speaking now was clearly that Mahayana stage expert, whose primordial spirit had become a ghost cultivator!
Fu Quan waved his hand to stop everyone from retreating and said in a deep voice, "Senior, what happened back then is in the past. As long as you merge with Jingjing's soul, it's equivalent to you being reborn. Please don't be angry. We are also trying to help you."
"Yes, you're helping me... Hahahaha!" Fu Jing laughed wildly, the laughter echoing in the cave, creating an extremely terrifying atmosphere.
"Everyone be careful, activate the Soul-Binding Formation!" Fu Quan shouted immediately.
The dozen or so disciples of the Fu family immediately formed hand seals and began to loudly recite scriptures. Fu Quan was not idle either; he drew his knife, cut open his palm, and spat out blood, forming a blood-red hand seal in the air.
"Go, capture the soul!"
With a sharp shout, the blood-red handprint instantly transformed into a giant hand, grabbing Fu Jing in its palm and fiercely searching her, almost crushing her into a dough ball.
However, Fu Jing was still laughing, as if her soul was mocking her, completely unaffected by her body.
"Catch her ghost!" Fu Quan roared, completely abandoning Fu Jing's body.
The crimson hand contracted, the sound of bones breaking echoed, and the maniacal laughter abruptly ceased.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but also secretly lamented that they had wasted the life of a member of the Fu family.
"Hahaha……"
Suddenly, the maniacal laughter rang out again, and the blood-red hand abruptly exploded, splattering blood all over the ground.
Fu Quan coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
Fu Jing floated in mid-air, continuing to laugh wildly.
The Fu family disciples surrounding her covered their ears and collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.
The laughter continued for a while and then stopped abruptly. Fu Jing suddenly fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Grandpa, are you alright?"
This time it was Fu Jing's voice, filled with excitement and a hint of relaxation.
Fu Quan suddenly looked up and asked in surprise, "Jingjing, you succeeded?"
Fu Jing nodded, still crawling on the ground. "Yes, I successfully merged with her soul, but not completely. Also... my whole body aches, it feels like several bones are broken!"
"Quick, quick, prepare the stretcher! Jingjing did it!" Fu Quan shouted with unbridled joy, then started waving his arms and legs in celebration.
The ghost cultivator, whose primordial spirit was transformed from a Mahayana stage expert, was finally fused with by the Fu family disciple. Before long, the Fu family will have a Mahayana stage expert!
At that time, the Fu family will seek revenge against those prestigious and righteous sects and wipe away their shame!
……
At this moment, Zhuo Yang sneaked out of Villa No. 101 like a thief, hid in the woods, and then patted his chest and gasped for breath.
"Oh my god, Mom is terrifying! She's practically a problem robot!"
Unable to stand her mother's nagging, she also felt that Xin Mirou and Huang Jiaxin were both good people.
They've been interrogated by their mothers for over an hour, and they can still laugh. You can only say that women are monsters.
Unable to stay at home any longer, Zhuo Yang felt his breathing had caught up and used the Cloud-Walking Instant Step technique to head straight for the Dongfang family.
Dongfang Jiye was smart enough to take his daughter home early, otherwise...
"The situation when the in-laws meet?"
Zhuo Yang shuddered and almost fell headfirst into the sea.