Chapter 1812: Revenge from the Vengeful Spirit
The painting fell into Feng Qi’s hands, and as he toyed with it, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
One Soul is here, but where are the Two Souls Seven Spirits? Could they have been reincarnated?
The flogging continued, and that One Soul was close to collapsing, becoming increasingly transparent, with each lash making it more translucent.
Meanwhile, the seals and barriers trapping the Spiritual Body outside also became thin and transparent.
Originally, whenever the vengeful spirits tried to attack the villagers, they would be rebounded by invisible transparent shields or combusted by counterattacks, unable to harm the villagers.
For years, those whom the village had killed became vengeful spirits lingering there, repeatedly attempting to attack their enemies, only to fail each time. Finally, these seals and barriers became insufficient and weakened.
A vengeful spirit broke through the thin barrier and appeared before its enemy.
He was an enthusiast of solo travel. Upon seeing photos of this village online, particularly its ancient shrine, he decided to visit and take pictures.
Who could have imagined that this was a terrifying village from which there was no return?
His car hit nails scattered on the ground, causing the tires to blow out, and he had to stop. Suddenly, several strong men came rushing over, armed with farming tools as weapons.
He got out of the car, all his belongings were confiscated. He thought it was just robbery, but unexpectedly, he was forcibly taken to the village, where he was still somewhat bewildered, not realizing he arrived at his intended destination.
He thought it was a kidnapping and wanted to call his family, asking them to prepare money to avert disaster.
Yet they didn’t give him the chance, instead taking him to the shrine.
He had come out of curiosity for the shrine, but at that moment had no interest in it, only fear. The shrine gave him an eerie feeling, especially the ancient painting displayed inside.
He was taken to the basement of the shrine and confined to a room, where he was blood-drawn daily. His fellow captives gradually showed signs of mental breakdowns. He thought he would die trapped here, but soon someone came as if selecting livestock, picking him out.
He was placed into a shipping container, remaining dazed and confused.
Later, he completely lost consciousness, his spiritual body floated from his flesh, his awareness clear, only to witness his own body being dissected...
He saw an old man lying on another bed across the room; his heart was transplanted into the old man’s chest.
The old man had his organ transferred and then was replaced by a foreigner, who received a liver transplant.
Next, another person came, and by then his dissected body was completely hollow.
As his spiritual body started transforming into a vengeful spirit, he broke free from the constraint of staying near his corpse and followed the old man with the transplanted heart to see who he truly was!
Followed him to the village; he was an elder, almost like a clan elder, and was also the village school teacher.
He was filled with hatred, wanting to reclaim his heart, but every time he tried to strangle the elder’s throat, his hand was attacked by inexplicable flames that originated from the shrine.
He knew it was from that painting, which harbored great terror.
He attempted revenge repeatedly, only to be attacked each time, wounded, his spiritual body turning translucent, its remaining time dwindling. He was close to despair, feeling even his complete disappearance wouldn’t allow his revenge.
But now!
The opportunity arrived!
Insane, he lunged at the elder, reaching out to squeeze the elder’s throat.
This was revenge from a vengeful spirit!