Chapter 14 Doubt

Chapter 14 Doubt

Chapter 14 Doubt

After adapting to the zombie-like condition of his body that was gradually losing its sense of touch, Song Feng slowly hunched over.

Take the cane from the corner.

Then, the eyes that were filled with coldness and murderous intent softened as he opened and closed his eyes.

Even his face, which was full of indifference towards life, now showed a hint of kindness.

"Hehehehe..."

Leaning on a cane, he walked to the Bagua mirror on the altar.

He looked at himself in the mirror and adjusted his smile several times. When he found that his smile was as kind as that of an old man next door, he nodded with satisfaction.

"When you are with a decent person, your smile will naturally be more amiable..."

Keeping smiling as if performing, Song Feng quickly cleaned up the altar in front of him that he had used.

Every time after collecting the things on the altar, he would hold the sword and draw some kind of spell on it.

Although there is no magical power.

However, in this ancestral hall, there is a faint gathering of strange energy, which enables it to exert its due effectiveness.

If Song Feng was trembling when he walked before practicing the Three Zombies Borrowing Life Technique, then at this moment he was moving like a normal person.

Although the movements still seem strange like a puppet on a string, both the movements and the strength are able to perfectly meet the requirements.

Clear away the trouble.

Then, Song Feng took out a stick of incense and lit it on the eternal lamp, and then just stared at it quietly.

As he watched, he kept smiling.

After an incense stick of time had passed, Song Feng's eyes and smile became extremely kind.

Even the various expressions that he practiced in front of the Bagua mirror seemed to be innate and could be changed at will on his face:

"The Thousand Faces Sect's incense-filled face-changing technique is truly worthy of its reputation!"

With a gentle smile, Song Feng walked out the door with his cane in an expression that made it hard to tell he was fake:
"Pap...pap...pap..."

Song Feng tapped the ground with his crutch and took a step forward. His movements gradually changed from being as neat as a puppet to being shaky.

It looks exactly the same as before!
Standing at the door and gazing into the distance, Song Feng subconsciously half-closed his eyes as if thinking about something.

"Logically speaking, he should be coming back soon..."

As he finished speaking, a noisy voice suddenly came from the woods in the distance:

"Master, help me, I don't want to die!"

"Idiot, who said you were going to die? If you're afraid of death, just lie on Qiu Sheng's back and don't move."

"Tingting, I'm scared..."

Looking around, I only saw Qiu Sheng carrying Wencai on his back and walking towards the charity cemetery, while Uncle Jiu and Ren Tingting were walking in the middle.

Wencai on Qiu Sheng's back seemed to be a chatterbox. He either asked his master if he was going to die or looked at Ren Tingting next to him.

The whole person feels extremely excited.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu looked towards the brightly lit charity cemetery and also saw the old figure standing in front of the door with a rattan cane.

"Seventh Uncle? Why haven't you rested yet at this late hour? Is your bed uncomfortable?"

Seeing his seventh uncle standing in front of the door, Qiu Sheng ran forward with concern, leaving Wencai behind at the same time.

Looking at the many figures coming up, Song Feng smiled kindly and said:

"I couldn't sleep at night so I came out for a walk. It was a good opportunity to wait for you guys..."

Looking at the Seventh Uncle leaning on a cane in front of him, a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Uncle:
"It's only been one night, why do I feel like something has happened to my seventh uncle that I'm not aware of?"

"Compared to what I saw during the day, he seems to have an inexplicable sense of confidence at this moment..."

While they were chatting, they heard the rooster in the backyard crowing early in the morning:
"Oh-oh-oh..." Hearing the rooster's crowing, Uncle Jiu subconsciously looked towards the east.

I only saw that the darkness that originally covered the sky seemed to become much brighter at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was almost bright.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu quickly instructed Qiu Sheng:
"Qiu Sheng, hurry up and help Wen Cai in. The shorter the zombie poison treatment time, the better. The sooner the better."

Since you haven't slept all night, you might as well just stay awake and rest after you're done with your work.

After hearing the master's instructions, Qiu Sheng confirmed that his seventh uncle was fine, then supported Wencai and walked into the charity cemetery:
"Okay Master, I'll get him in right away."

One step into the charity cemetery.

The moment Uncle Jiu stepped on the ground, his expression changed slightly:
"Hmm? Why is the Yin energy so strong?"

Thinking of this, he glanced at the people walking in front of him, then quickly came to the front of the ancestral hall.

Looking towards the ancestral hall.

All he could see was that the lights in the ancestral hall, which were dim before he left, were now brightly lit, and there was even a hint of incense smell coming out:

"…Hmm? Has anyone been here?"

After opening the door, Uncle Jiu subconsciously looked inside the entire ancestral hall.

At first glance, one can see that the incense burners in front of the statues of the ancestors are filled with incense sticks, and the lingering fragrance echoes in the ancestral hall.

He looked around.

Uncle Jiu, who was already familiar with many things in the Ancestral Hall, quickly discovered the discord among them:
"The altar has been moved by someone else!"

Seeing the moved altar, Uncle Jiu was shocked:
"Could it be that under the suppression of so many Maoshan ancestors, Uncle Seventh could still do something?"

This was really beyond his expectations.

I didn't expect an accident to happen on the first day Seventh Uncle came. I don't know whether to say that Seventh Uncle was not careful or that Seventh Uncle was too experienced.

Thinking of this, he quickly walked to the altar, picked up a bowl of water, and then held it in his hands with the Three Mountains Seal.

"Seven stars are positioned, and the water bowl turns into gold!"

After he drank softly, he quickly completed the Seven Star Steps and used his hand as a sword to draw a spell on the bowl of water.

"Om..."

A ripple suddenly appeared on the water surface, and then many scenes inside the ancestral hall were projected from it.

Take a closer look.

This is exactly what happened in the Patriarch's Hall last night.

However, it was normal at first.

But when he saw Song Feng come in and light up many eternal lamps and offer three incense sticks, the picture suddenly became blurry.

"Huh? It can actually block external magic?"

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu quickly put down the bowl of water on his finger gesture, then pressed his hands together and stomped heavily on the ground, then pointed at the bowl of water in front of him:

"Master, help me, the magic water will appear!"

With the help of this magical power, the image in the water bowl became much clearer again.

However, the water in the bowl began to boil at this moment, as if it was about to boil.

"Gulu gulu gulu..."

Before he even saw the process of Song Feng casting the spell, the bowl of water suddenly exploded:
"Snapped!"

The magic water spilled all over the floor, and his magic of turning the water bowl into gold was also broken. He could no longer glimpse the scene from the previous day.

However, at this moment, Uncle Jiu no longer paid attention to the broken water bowl, but just looked at the many ancestors on the altar with a puzzled look:
"Last night, Uncle Seventh used the Ancestral Hall as an altar to borrow the magical powers of many ancestors. Could it be that Uncle Seventh is also a member of my Maoshan Dharma lineage?"

(End of this chapter)