C6

He would occasionally watch the sounds coming from the stairs, and from time to time, he would also watch the changes in the blood pool at the entrance. After one night, not only did he look more haggard, even his eyes were bloodshot.

On the other hand, ever since he put away the book, Fang Zishu had immediately fallen asleep on the table. During this period of time, he had not made the slightest movement. Even his breathing had become erratic. This infuriated the cop sitting on the side, who even had to test Fang Zishu's breath from time to time to see if he was dead or not.

In the middle of the night, the police officer who was sitting on the chair suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs. As for the book lying by the side, it seemed as if it had not noticed and was still dreaming.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the broken window, Fang Zishu sat up straight and slowly opened his eyes.

"Is the item ready?"

Without any prelude, Zishu directly asked the cop sitting at the side, without the slightest change in his expression.

"Ah?" "Ah, I'm ready!"

The officer's entire body shook. Only then did he manage to react. He looked at the staircase as if he were looking at hell. His face was filled with fear.

Even the book didn't find that there were footprints on the stairs. They didn't stop and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

"We should go."

He picked up his backpack and picked up a cloth bag by the side of the note. Inside the bag were some things he had prepared beforehand for the Heavenly Sacrifice.

The young man pulled up his backpack and followed closely behind Fang Zishu. The two of them walked one after the other until they reached the north gate.

At this moment, the blood stains on the ground had dried and turned black. Faintly, some indistinct characters seemed to have formed on them. Fang Zishu did not pay any more attention to him. With a single stride, he crossed the imprint and stepped into the wasteland outside.

The moment he came out, he felt much more refreshed, especially his nose which no longer had that rotten smell. The gloominess on his face was also swept away.

"Pata."

The sound of something heavy landing on the ground came from behind him. Fang Zhushu turned his head to look and found the note in the pavilion. He did not know what had happened, but his foot stepped on the dried blood and his entire body fell to the ground.

Instantly, his entire face was covered in black stains. Those were dried blood.

"Child book, child book, I, I …"

Fang Zishu turned his head to look at all this, not saying a word. He opened the cloth bag in his hand, and three objects fell out.

The first one, and also the biggest one, was a dead chicken wrapped in a piece of tin paper. Only the head of a dead chicken was left lying on the side, and it was unknown how long it had been dead.

The second was a piece of Vajra. It seemed to be quite old, and there were even some grayish-black granules on it. It was unknown what it was.

The third was a stack of yellow paper. It was exactly the same as the yellow paper used to draw the Soul Suppressing Talisman from the calligraphy manual.

"The Central Region, the Fang Clan, the twenty-third generation of the Profound Grandsons, the Awakening of the Ancestors, and the great achievements of the Ancestors!" Today, with his brothers, he offered sacrifices to the heroic soul of the ancestor of Lu Qi. In the later generations, the ancestors loved to go to the mother river to explore the sacred bones. Descendant worship, pardon! "The saints, step aside …"

Without stopping to speak, he bent down and faced the buildings. He then placed the chicken on the roof of the building.

He ripped open the leather strip on the yellow paper and waved his hand, dispersing it into the sky. Most of it floated to who knows where. Only a small portion of it landed on the chicken's body.

As soon as the yellow paper came into contact with the paper, it began to burn. The surface of the burning paper turned red, and a few drops of butter flowed out from beneath the paper and fell onto the tiles.

After talking for a long time, Fang Zishu fell to his knees and kowtowed three times to the second floor of the pavilion. Then he picked up his backpack and left without a single shred of hesitation.

When Fang Zishu's figure was about to disappear around the corner of the mountain road, the policeman instantly recovered his strength and scrambled out of the door.

Compared to the beggars on the roadside, he didn't look as good as he did. He looked like a refugee from the north in the year 1949.

"Zi Shu, wait for me, wait for me …"

The policeman did not care about his sorry state. He dragged his backpack and chased after Fang Zhoushu. He finally caught up with the book at the edge of the street.

Fang Zishu reached out his hand and grabbed the banknote's arm, pushing him behind a boulder. He turned his head to look at the distant wooden building, not knowing what to think.

The oil smoke from the burnt chicken floated into the air. Even though there was a mountain breeze here, it did not affect the oil smoke in the slightest. In the end, the smoke slowly floated into the second floor's window and disappeared.

"Zi Shu, I, I don't know what happened. Just now, when I wanted to walk over there like you, I realized that my legs had lost all of their strength. You have to believe me, I really …"

"Alright, I believe you, but can you change your clothes first? I can't quite accept your look."

The two of them did not speak on the way, and just walked in silence for about twenty minutes. They only stopped after they had passed this mountaintop. The note had wanted to explain the situation to Fang Zhoushu, but did not expect that he would believe his words so quickly.

"You are the one who caused this disaster, and in the end, you still have to settle this grudge yourself. It is fortunate that you did not release something that should not have appeared in this world. Otherwise, I would not have been able to save you."

Fang Zishu sat on top of a rock, eating dried food that he had prepared beforehand. Looking at the note changing his clothes, he had a neither sad nor happy expression on his face, as if nothing could affect his state of mind.

The policeman quickly finished changing his clothes. His coat was stained with blood and reeked of blood. He raised his hand and was about to throw it between the rocks of the mountain.

"If you want to die, throw it away."