The black shadow fled, and everything in the convenience store returned to normal. If not for the big black footprints on the ground and the shattered glass door, Du Kang would have thought that everything that had just happened was like a dream.
She helped Cang Jin to sit on a bench for customers to rest on. Looking at the blood seeping out of Cang Jin's mouth again, she asked worriedly, "Sister Cang Jin, are you alright?"
Cang Jin shook her head. "I'm fine. I was just injured by that thing's divine sense that was imprinted in Lao Wang's soul. I'll be fine after some rest."
"Then do you know how Lao Wang ended up like this?"
Cang Jin shook her head again. "I don't understand what Lao Wang's dream meant either."
"How is that possible?"
Du Kang was in disbelief. "Sister Cang Jin, why don't you tell me? Maybe we can figure something out together."
"Alright, take a look for yourself."
As Cang Jin spoke, she waved her right hand in front of Du Kang's eyes. "Speak softly. Don't resist. Follow my guidance with your divine sense."
Du Kang slowly closed his eyes. All he could see was darkness, and the world was spinning. In less than two to three minutes, everything around him suddenly lit up. He secretly opened one eye and squinted, looking around.
Du Kang was in a quiet valley. Above the valley were countless green vines and vines intertwined with each other. Only the rays of sunlight peeked through the gaps and shone on the soft grass. A three-story wooden building with double eaves and a flat roof stood quietly in the depths of the valley.
At this moment, outside the bamboo forest, a strong wind suddenly howled. Dozens of corpses lay on the ground at the edge of the bamboo forest. All of them were broken and unrecognizable.
The rays of sunlight that shone down from above had also disappeared without a trace, and the entire area was filled with haze. Sand and stones were flying in the air, and countless ghostly shadows were scurrying about. Waves of ghostly wails and wolf howls were mixed with the mournful sound of the wind, shaking the heaven and earth.
The ground in front of the small building seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer. It sunk by more than ten feet, forming a huge pit out of thin air.
In the center of the pit stood a red-clothed man. His hands were in the shape of holding up the sky. Above his head was a three-legged cauldron with a diameter of three feet. The wind was fierce, and black smoke was coming out of the cauldron's mouth.
The red-clothed man stood there, holding up the cauldron with both hands. His feet were sunken to the ground up to his knees. His clothes were tattered, and the color of his clothes had changed from normal black to blood red.
His long hair stood upright. His face was ashen, and the corners of his eyes were cracked. The black vertical line on his forehead had turned into a blood-red vertical eye. It emitted a blood-red light into the bottom of the Soul Refining Cauldron. The ground in front of him was splattered with jet-black blood. His mouth was still dripping with blood, and he let out a strange laughter. He seemed crazy, like an evil ghost. He was like a ghost king that had crawled out from the deepest depths of hell.
At this time, the situation on the ground was even more strange than before. There was no whistling wind, but there were still bamboo branches swaying, and sand and pebbles flying in the sky. There were no ghostly wails and wolf howls, but the ghostly shadows, withered bones, and broken limbs were still vivid in the eyes. It seemed more real.
The red-clothed man, who was pressed down to his knees, was nowhere to be seen. Only the strange cauldron was floating in the sky. Purple-black smoke was coming out of the cauldron, and it wrapped around a blood-red cocoon. It was moving up and down. It was beautiful, strange, and dangerous. It was like a peerless disaster. Once it was formed, it would be the end of the world.
After the purple-black smoke wrapped around the cocoon, it turned into an extremely dark purple-red smoke and rushed into the sky. The emerald green wisteria that covered the valley was instantly corroded, and a big hole was formed. The smoke rushed up and connected to the sky. The sun was not the sun, and the clouds were not the clouds. The red clouds were like a tide that spread for thousands of miles. The black smoke crisscrossed, and the wind outlined the unknown ghosts. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared.
"Soul Refining Cauldron, Song of Asura, Ceaseless Domain, God-Slaying Demon …" The small wooden building was gone. Lao Wang, who was dressed as a City God, stood in the newly appeared open space. His hair and clothes fluttered in the silent wind. His footsteps were firm, his waist was straight, and his hands were behind his back. He looked up at everything in the sky.
There was no panic of helplessness, and there was no excitement of a battle between experts. His eyes were full of vicissitudes, sorrow, and memories. There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, but it looked sad.
Lao Wang looked up at the blood-red cocoon that had become motionless in the sky, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became even wider.
"Boom! Crack!"
In the silent world, a pale white lightning pierced through the thick clouds, split the dead silence, and struck directly on the blood-red cocoon.
Soon, the hole in the clouds in the sky was filled up again. Fine raindrops floated down, and when they fell on the ground, they converged into scarlet streams of blood. It was not the smell of blood that assailed the nostrils, but a faint turbid aroma that tempted the appetite.
The Soul Refining Cauldron in the sky no longer emitted purplish-black smoke. The blood-red cocoon was peeled off bit by bit under the washing of the blood rain, and each strand fell into the Soul Refining Cauldron. When the last strand fell into the mouth of the cauldron, there was a crisp sound, and a blood-red chair made of white bones with a ghostly face on its back appeared.
As the man in red pointed, the blood on the ground, which had long been up to his ankles, began to roll. Then, pairs of rotten palms that even had only bones left protruded out of the ground, followed by arms, shoulders, and heads. Broken and incomplete human corpses crawled out of the ground, with blood, mud, and rotten white maggots. Regardless of the flesh and skin that fell due to the violent running, they rushed straight to the motionless Lao Wang. Soon, Lao Wang was submerged in the "crowd" in the air.
Very quickly, Lao Wang was drowned in the "crowd". There were too many of them, and they surged out continuously. It was not that Lao Wang did not want to avoid the attacks of these dirty and pitiful "people", but there was nowhere to hide. They were everywhere in the small valley, and there were even zombies crawling on the ground with only half their bodies left. Furthermore, there was the unfathomable cauldron above his head. There was simply no way to escape.
However, it was worth rejoicing that the first corpses that crawled up were quickly trampled into meat paste by the "crowd" behind them, leaving a few deep footprints in the blood.
Lao Wang's legs were firmly grasped by countless hands that stretched out from the ground, and bit by bit, he climbed up. His knees, thighs, and shoulders. He raised his head and closed his eyes, letting the blood and minced meat fall on his face, and then be washed away. Countless hands, countless human figures, and countless teeth.
"Haha, haha, hahahaha!
Watch yourself being slowly torn apart and devoured!
Struggle again and again, tear again and again, and suffer again and again until you become like them!
Haha, my child!
Hahaha ~ "The red-robed man grabbed the sky with both hands and laughed loudly. He let the blood rain pour into his mouth, and he just laughed, venting the pain and madness in his heart.
Pain, pain, and pieces of flesh were bitten off, shredded, and swallowed. Finally, even the bones that were full of teeth marks were torn apart and chewed. However, Lao Wang's feeling was still intact, and even more sensitive. The "kacha, kacha" sound of bones cracking and "kacha" sound of chewing filled the remaining skull.
The last step finally came, and the skull and half of the face that was already riddled with holes were ruthlessly torn off. The red and white, and Weiwei's beating brain looked so delicious in the eyes of these broken people, but it was pitifully little.
The exposed brain in the air was like delicious tofu pudding sprinkled with chili oil. It was dug out and eaten by rotten and dirty hands, and not a single bit was left …