hsntnovel Chapter 597 Harvest, Speculation
Chapter 597 Harvest, Speculation
"Ah!!! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!!!"
Zhao Shuisheng let out a desperate scream.
"I'm not afraid of you as a human, so why would I be afraid of you as a ghost?"
Lin Mo sneered, his eyes full of disdain, "If you can really turn into a ghost, at worst, I will kill you again!"
"I...I hate it so much!!!"
Zhao Shuisheng stared at Lin Mo with resentment, his heart filled with endless regret.
More than ten years ago, in order to escape a catastrophe, he traveled to Southeast Asia.
In a foreign country, he endured for more than ten years and finally mastered the Flying Head Tribute Technique.
I thought I would become famous and enjoy unlimited glory after returning to the Central Plains.
But he never expected that today he would fall into a ditch and die at the hands of an unknown junior.
How could he not feel remorseful due to this huge gap?
If God could give him another chance to start over, he swore that he would never set foot on the land of China again in his life!
As the sunlight grew stronger, the black energy on his body quickly dissipated like ice and snow.
The entire head began to melt slowly like frost burned by the scorching sun.
In just a few seconds, the flying head became limp and powerless, and blood plasma and pus poured down from its head like a waterfall.
When the sunlight shone on it, wisps of pungent black smoke rose up.
There seemed to be countless shrill howls in the smoke, as if Zhao Shuisheng was telling of endless pain and unwillingness.
When the smoke gradually dissipated, a skull still emitting black smoke appeared before our eyes.
The skull was covered with sticky liquid, emitting a nauseating stench.
The world returned to peace, as if the thrilling battle just now was just a nightmare.
As the strange blood mist of flowers receded quickly like the tide, Lin Mo's figure reappeared.
His expression was stern, and a faint cold aura emanated from his body.
At this time, Wu Yue ran over anxiously, her face full of concern and worry, and asked, "Brother, are you okay?"
Lin Mo looked calm and said calmly: "It's okay."
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting late, you should rest first."
After saying this, without waiting for Wu Yue to speak, he turned around and went back to his room.
Only Wu Yue was left standing there, looking stunned.
Looking at the scene before her eyes which had returned to normal, she was filled with surprise.
Just now there were ghosts howling and wolves howling, and gusts of cold wind.
How come everything became calm in the blink of an eye?
She couldn't help but wonder, was it just her hallucination?
Shaking her head, she returned to her room full of doubts.
At the same time, Lin Mo was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
The soul above his head leaped out like a stream of light and rushed away into the distance.
……
"Yeah."
A slight sound broke the silence of the Buddhist hall.
A stick of incense that had burned to the end fell weakly onto the shrine.
In the Buddhist temple, there was a black garment lying on the ground, covered in blood.
The blue-eyed tribute teacher Zhao Shuisheng no longer had a head, and had completely turned into a pool of smelly blood.
Around the dress, there were a bunch of black bottles scattered around, many of which were trembling slightly.
"Boom boom boom!"
There seemed to be something in the bottle, constantly hitting the bottle body, making a dull and terrifying sound, and trying to rush out from it.
The sound echoed in the silent Buddhist hall, making people feel creepy.
At this moment, Lin Mo, whose soul had left his body and was wandering at night, arrived quietly.
Looking at the mess in the Buddhist hall, he walked in with a calm expression.
There was a "bang" sound!
The cork of a bottle was opened by a mysterious force.
A cloud of black smoke slowly emerged from inside, and the shape of a human face gradually emerged in the air.
The face was twisted and hideous, with bulging eyes and a weird smile on the corners of his mouth.
As soon as he appeared, he saw Lin Mo's soul leaving his body.
Suddenly, its eyes showed bloodthirsty intent and it let out a strange cry.
The sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to be able to penetrate the human soul.
A bright red tongue shot out from its mouth, three feet long, and swept towards Lin Mo like a poisonous snake.
Two blood-red eyes stared at Lin Mo, as if they saw the most delicious delicacy in the world.
It opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Lin Mo, trying to swallow him in one gulp.
"How dare you, you beast!"
Lin Mo shouted loudly, his voice like thunder.
The air in the Buddhist hall trembled.
His tiger's mouth suddenly opened, and a powerful and overbearing suction force surged out like a surging tide.
In the face of this powerful suction, the ghost face was like a fallen leaf in a strong wind, being sucked in completely out of control.
It struggled desperately, waving its arms wildly and making sharp and piercing roars, but it was all in vain.
Before it could struggle any further, it was instantly sucked into the Jiuzhou Cauldron in Lin Mo's sea of consciousness and was suppressed tightly, unable to cause any more trouble.
The whole process was clean, neat and extremely easy, as if Lin Mo was just dealing with an insignificant ant.
At this time, Lin Mo slowly turned around and looked into the house with a sharp gaze. His eyes flickered slightly, revealing a sense of exploration and curiosity.
"This old guy has a lot of treasures on him!"
A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of greed.
After saying that, he strode forward, totally ignoring the smelly and pungent pool of blood on the ground, and stepped on it, splashing blood everywhere.
He rummaged quickly on the ground and collected all the bottles and jars.
Then he suddenly decided to put everything into the system space, intending to check them slowly later.
Lin Mo was still unsatisfied. He raised his head and quickly scanned the Buddhist hall, his eyes as sharp as a searchlight.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the four Buddha statues on the niche.
However, he walked straight over, his target was not the Buddha statue, but reached out and pulled out a book that was pressed underneath it.
Staring at this old, yellowed book with curled pages, Lin Mo was speechless, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Then he gently turned two pages.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"It's really mysterious! The essence of all the tribute techniques must be contained in this book."
But then, his brows slightly frowned again, "However, many of the methods in this "Black Witch Book" are too immoral and cruel. I have to select some to practice."
After expressing his feelings, he put the old book into his pocket without hesitation.
After getting up, Lin Mo saw the blue-eyed tribute master lying on the ground in a pool of blood, and he felt a little confused.
"I don't think I've offended anyone in the Nanyang area recently. Why did this guy come all the way here to cause trouble for me? Is there some unspeakable secret?"
Suddenly, Lin Mo remembered the young master Shang Zhi who was killed by him not long ago.
That guy seemed to have screamed hysterically before he died. His master was the extremely famous Master Banren in Nanyang.
"Could it be this guy?"
Lin Mo's eyes looked strange, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Whether you guessed wrong or not, you will know it at a glance."
Lin Mo no longer hesitated and decisively opened the "Catalogue of Sinful Spirits".
In an instant, the revolving lantern lit up.
Various scenes of the other person's life flashed before his eyes like a movie.