Chapter 787 - Horror Story
Chapter 787 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" opens showing suspense: When Fang Helling tossed the person she was holding into the clearing, the next chapter... Continue the adventure!
When Fang Helling tossed the person she was holding into the clearing, the next chapter of the horror story began.âIs everyone here?â Yanzi asked Liang Jiu.
The poor disciple of the Green Cloud Pavilion, after much recollection, finally said, âThere are a few bodies that I really canât recognize.
The ones I do, they are all here.â
He dared not make a single mistake, dared not say anything wrong.
âOh, my poor thing.â Yanzi touched his face, âYou really donât need to be so nervous, sister wonât hurt you.â
âIâm not nerv, nervous.â
Liang Jiuâs trembling voice clearly lacked any convincing power, but Yanzi did not pursue it further.
She simply turned to face Wan E, âWhat are you standing around for?
Donât you care about your own affairs, or are you waiting for me to spoon-feed you?â
Zheng Fei did not get angry at this nasty attitude.
Instead, he just chuckled and said very politely, âThanks for your hard work.â
Li Shou followed with, âThank you!â
Zheng Fei rose from a squatting to a standing position, standing up like a mountain of flesh.
He took long strides to the front of the clearing, reaching into his belt and pulling out a square, large cauldron!
With the proliferation of storage boxes from Mo Gate, storage belts had become relatively ancient items, now rarely used, with very few still in existence.
But even more ancient than this storage belt was the aura of the large cauldron.
As it was taken out of the storage belt, it seemed as if it had been rummaged from some dark, sunless storehouse, covered with dust and ancient stories no one had listened to.
It involuntarily made one want to sneeze.
Thud!
As the cauldron landed, it struck the earth heavily.
The response from the mountains was a long, dull echo.
It stood over three meters tall, with equal length and width on each side, roughly three meters as well.
With four legs and two handles, it was square and neat, very symmetrical.
The cauldron was inscribed with positive inscriptions, which were very close to Taoist scripture.
Although one couldnât directly understand their meaning, they were not difficult to recognize.
However, the wording was obscure, vaguely appearing to be an ancient prayer.
(The positive inscriptions referred to are not characters from Yang Country, but raised text on the body of the cauldron.)
Zheng Fei said nothing, simply picking up a body from the ground and tossing it into the cauldron.
The cauldron wasnât unfathomable, but when an adult of considerable size was thrown in, there wasnât the slightest sound.
But from under the cauldron, suddenly a blood-red fierce flame rose!
The gathered cultivators from the Feng and Chi branches felt a surge of fear reaching its peak in an instant.
These maniacsâŚ
were they actually planning to cook people for food!
âFight themâŚ!â
The shout was cut off halfway, as the flesh-carving maniac, holding the protester by the neck, slammed them into the cauldron.
The whole process was exceedingly natural.
âWhoever resists, dies first,â he said indifferently.
Yanzi stretched out her hands and pressed them down in the air.
Her hands were not fierce or bloody; on the contrary, they were quite beautiful, slender and delicate, fair and rosy.
âWhat did I say at the beginning?
I said I wanted to ask for your help with something, right?â
She faced the cultivators from the Feng and Chi branches present, her mask with no facial features unable to show her expression, but her gestures, her voice, her demeanor, all conveyed indifference.
âNow I might as well tell you what that thing is.
Do you know?
Your Green Cloud Pavilion has a treasure, a very big treasure!â
She turned and caressed Liang Jiuâs face, âOf course, Iâm not talking about my little Jiu.â
Liang Jiu, like a clay sculpture or wooden puppet, stood motionless, silent.
He always believed he was no less worthy than Chi Yue, far stronger than Feng Ming by countless measures.
It was only because he was not of the Feng and Chi Branches that he did not receive the support of the Sect, and was thus denied access to the best resources.
Destined to never become Sect Master, the best future he could hope for was the position of a foreign familyâs Sect Guardian.
He could not accept this, could not swallow his pride, simmering with resentment towards this unfair world, his heart burdened with long-held bitterness.
Thatâs why, when Feng Yue groveled pleadingly, he intentionally questioned Feng Ming.
If every person with the surname Feng or Chi that Feng Yue brought out was to meet with disaster, then his son Feng Ming should share the same fate.
If there was a chance to survive, then it should also extend to Feng Ming.
He wanted to make someone blessed with such good fortune from birth, such as Feng Ming, feel and experience what âfairnessâ was!
But having witnessed with his own eyes the scene of these demons cooking people in a cauldron, he didnât know if he would make the same demand if he could do it over!
At least at this moment, he did not want to stand behind this female demon.
Yanzi surveyed her surroundings, reeling in her gaze somewhat uninterestedly.
No one present seemed in the mood to entertain her mockery.
She continued, âWhat I want is theâŚ
âBalanced Bloodâ within your bodies!â
âYou donât need to know what it is.
All you need to know is that itâs a method left behind by a certain power in the Ancient Times.
In those past years, itâs what has allowed the Feng and Chi Branches to maintain a relative balance.
It controls your future and, to a certain extent, also dictates your fate.â
âIn your bodies, itâs so mediocre!
But to them!â Yanzi stretched her hand towards Zheng Fat and Li Shou: âIt will play a critically important role.â
âSadly, this technique has been lost.
âBalanced Bloodâ can only be found in your Green Cloud Pavilion.â
Yanziâs tone carried a hint of regret: âTherefore, we had to come, had to cause you harm.
Even though I really donât want to, it breaks my heart to see my Xiao Jiu sad!â
Although she had only met Liang Jiu today, she seemed to have already developed deep feelings, her emotions appearing very sincere.
Jiang Wang, hidden on the side, felt a chill in his heart.
He had previously speculated about the reason that the Feng and Chi Branches of the Green Cloud Pavilion had been able to maintain relative balance.
But he had always lacked sufficient clues.
Taking into consideration what this female demon leader had just revealed, it was likely that during the era of the Cloud Top Fairy Palace, a secret technique had been left behind, one that caused âBalanced Bloodâ to flow within the bodies of the cultivators from the Feng and Chi Branches.
To some extent, it ensured they possessed certain strength, simultaneously imposing certain limitations to allow this balance to persist.
Jiang Wang was not clear on what effect the âBalanced Bloodâ could have on Zheng Fat and Li Shou.
But from the literal interpretationâŚ
If Li Shouâs Divine Skills that allowed self-injury to harm the enemy, and Zheng Fatâs Divine Skills that reflected damage back to the attacker, could somehow be balanced with this so-called âBalanced BloodââŚ
Wouldnât it be a conundrum with no solution?
Anyone who faced them as a foeâif you hurt them, you die; if they hurt themselves, you die.
Other than turning around and fleeing upon meeting them, what other choice is there?
Jiang Wang, for a moment, could not conceive of any solution!
âBut, I only need two drops,â Yanzi continued, her tone becoming a bit more buoyant like that of a young girl: âSo maybe not too many of you need to die.â
âThis cauldron is very useful, weâve gone to great lengths to obtain it.
It will help us achieve our goal.â
âI donât know how many people will need to be cooked to extract two drops of Balanced Blood.
They might need to cook ten people, or perhaps only two.â
âWe are very reasonable, you see.
We started by cooking the corpses, didnât we?
If we get the Balanced Blood from the corpses, then thereâs no need to cook anyone whoâs still alive!
Wouldnât that make everyone happy?â
âBut if someone tries to run, to give us trouble.
Well then, Iâm sorry, youâll have to die now!â
âRight!
Weâre very reasonable!â Li Shou echoed.
âBut then again,â Yanzi spread her hands, looking helpless: âIf the corpses donât yield enough, weâll just have to slowly add more people to it.
You all understand, right?
When that time comes, weâll see whoâs the unlucky one, alright?â
In the dead silence among the captive cultivators of the Feng and Chi Branches, even the immobile Feng Ming had closed his mouth.
No one wanted to be the first to die; everyone hoped to be the one who could survive till the end.
Several people clenched their fists tighter and tighter, only to eventually let go.
There was no use, resistance was futile.
From the beginning until now, the demons had repeatedly emphasized this fact with their strength.
And so, no one resisted.
âNo objections mean consent.â
Yanzi clapped her hands: âProceed!â