northernbook Chapter 251 Entering the Demonic Realm
Chapter 251 Entering the Demonic Realm
Fu Wenyuan walked to the head of the coffin. The old man's hands were as steady as a rock, and black runes had begun to spread on the white mask. The strong contrast between the black and white colors looked so eerie at this moment.
Fu Wenyuan stood solemnly beside the old man, his eyes filled with determination.
The old man stared intently at the spreading black runes. When the black lines covered the entire mask, he lifted it up with a forceful pull, and the mask was lifted off the ground.
"Roar!" The skull beneath the mask let out a heart-wrenching roar, which shook the entire room.
The corpse in the coffin on the right also moved slightly, but all four people in the room were so focused that no one noticed.
The old man lifted the mask out of the coffin, slowly raising it higher and higher.
Fu Wenyuan tilted his head back and bent down, bringing his face close to the other side.
Ning Xiaoxi couldn't help but shiver. What was going on?
When Fu Wenyuan carefully aligned his face with the mask and put it on, the black lines quickly spread from the mask to his neck.
"Ah!" A scream rang out as Fu Wenyuan covered his mask with both hands and fell to the ground, rolling around.
A bloodcurdling scream rang out, causing Fu Wenyao, who was standing outside the door, to shudder violently. It wasn't that she was timid; the scream was simply too horrible.
"Wen Yuan, hold on, hold on." The old man looked at Fu Wen Yuan, who was rolling on the ground, with a tense expression, trying his best not to tremble. "Think about the Fu family, think about your father. Our Fu family absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait for death. You are a son of the Fu family. Hold on, you can definitely do it."
Seemingly having heard these words, Fu Wenyuan stopped screaming. He clutched his mask tightly with both hands, curled up into a ball, and convulsed continuously, but no longer screamed in agony.
"Roar!" The body inside the coffin, now without its mask, trembled less and less, but its withered cheeks and unseen features clearly conveyed pain and despair.
Ning Xiaoxi was a little confused. Could this thing be transferred? Wasn't the pseudo-female demon created by consuming flesh and blood? What would be the effect after it was transferred?
【Dumplings.】
There is no record of such a secret method.
Ning Xiaoxi slowly exhaled, trying not to let her aura leak out; this was truly too eerie.
At this moment, Ning Xiaoxi "saw" the corpse in the coffin on the right move its arm. Although it was still suppressed by the sealing runes, it seemed to be able to move within the coffin's range.
The old man, finally freeing himself, swiftly turned around, not even glancing at the gradually ceasing trembling corpse inside the coffin, and unleashed a burst of fireballs directly at the corpse's head. Purple flames rose, gradually engulfing its head, then seeped into the corpse's body through the gaps in the golden ropes.
Amidst the golden light, purple flames scorched the corpse, which remained motionless. Vibrant red roses bloomed in the purple flames, their rich fragrance filling the room. One rose after another bloomed, withered, and finally faded away.
"Ah!" Just as the roses bloomed, Fu Wenyuan's scream rang out again.
This time, no matter how the old man tried to comfort him, Fu Wenyuan's screams did not stop until all the blooming roses withered and died, and his body turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated, leaving not even a trace of dust.
Fu Wenyuan's screams gradually subsided as the flames died down. He collapsed to the ground, his hands hanging limply at his sides, revealing the pale white mask. At this moment, the black patterns on the mask had completely disappeared, and the spreading lines on Fu Wenyuan's neck were gone.
Three old men surrounded Fu Wenyuan, their eyes fixed on his face. Golden ropes floated slowly around Fu Wenyuan, seemingly ready to strike again at any moment.
The white mask began to become transparent and soften, adhering to Fu Wenyuan's face. A faint pink light flowed across his face. Finally, the mask disappeared from Fu Wenyuan's face, revealing his true appearance.
The three old men couldn't hide their joy as they looked excitedly at Fu Wenyuan.
"Hmm!" A soft sound came from Fu Wenyuan's mouth. His eyes rolled a few times under his eyelids, and then he slowly opened them.
When Ning Xiaoxi saw the completely black eyeballs, she couldn't help but gasp. Was this even human?
His completely black eyes darted around a few times before suddenly returning to normal. Fu Wenyuan turned his neck left and right, a strange smile appearing on his lips, which he then quickly withdrew, looking at the three old men surrounding him.
"My three uncles, have I... have I succeeded?" Fu Wenyuan asked, seemingly cautiously.
"It's a success! It's a success!" The leading old man excitedly grabbed Fu Wenyuan and pulled him up. "Haha, the secret technique of my Fu family has finally come in handy! Wang Ting's desire to wipe out my Fu family is nothing but wishful thinking!"
The other two elderly men also looked at Fu Wenyuan with satisfaction.
If Ning Xiaoxi hadn't watched Fu Wenyuan process the mask, she wouldn't have been able to tell that Fu Wenyuan was any different from before; the mask seemed to have never existed. Recalling the eerie smile on Fu Wenyuan's lips that she had just seen, Ning Xiaoxi felt goosebumps rise all over her body.
"Xiao Xi, kill it! It's become a demon!" Tuanzi's shrill cry rang out.
"Boom!" Ning Xiaoxi launched her Spirit Crystal Heart Spear, smashing through the window of the room and directly stabbing at Fu Wenyuan.
He followed the spear into the room, and with both fists he unleashed the Chaos Emergence, causing the three old men to become dizzy. After landing, he immediately followed up with the Wrath of the Thunder God, paralyzing the three old men once again.
Fu Wenyuan dodged the incoming spear by sidestepping, and his body began to fly backward.
Ning Xiaoxi gripped the spear with both hands, turning it into a staff, and swept across the battlefield with a sharp whooshing sound.
Fu Wenyuan retreated quickly enough, but the wind generated by the stick still managed to rip through his clothes, cutting a gash in his abdomen from which blood spurted out.
The stick transformed into a long whip, whipping towards Fu Wenyuan's neck with a fiery dragon of thorns.
Fu Wenyuan lowered his head and transformed into a blur as he darted out the door.
Ning Xiaoxi turned around, chasing after Fu Wenyuan with her long whip, and at the same time stomped her feet on the ground, freezing everything in her path.
"Ah!" A woman's scream made Ning Xiaoxi's eyes widen.
Fu Wenyuan hid behind Fu Wenyao, who had been pulled over and was still unaware of what was happening. Ning Xiaoxi's whip pierced directly into her chest, and the thorns and flames ignited her body.
Fu Wenyuan smiled strangely and retreated rapidly.
After Ning Xiaoxi released the little red fish to extinguish the fire, she didn't bother to check on Fu Wenyao's condition. She took a step forward and landed directly behind Fu Wenyuan. A stick came down from the sky and hit Fu Wenyuan on the head.
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft! Crack crack crack crack!" The sound of skin tearing and flesh breaking could be heard. Apart from his good head, Fu Wenyuan's body was smashed into a pile of flesh by a stick.
With a flick of her wrist, the whip retracted, still wrapped around the head. A black fireball landed on the head, a foul stench emanating from it, billowing black smoke rising, and a white mask appearing in the flames. When the head was completely burned away, it fell into Ning Xiaoxi's hand.