Chapter 380: Chapter 344: Black Tai Sui

“So, what do you want me to do?” Sang Que asked expressionlessly.

Wu Liang said, “Your mother abandoned you outside, which was extremely irresponsible of her. You must have been terrified the first time you went to that world. I don’t know if your mother left you with any harsh words, but I’m your uncle, and we are family. You should trust us. With our help, you can better protect our world and the people you care about.”

Sang Que was speechless, “I just had a dream here, dreaming that I was lying on the altar, being eaten by you.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Liang’s expression changed slightly.

Sang Que continued, “I don’t like testing each other. I said from the beginning, it’s best if we speak frankly. Since you refuse to reveal your purpose and plot, let me say it.”

“I guess, the dark spot curse on the Wu Family men strengthens with the dark power of this world. In other words, if the ghosts and dark forces in this world increase, your suffering will intensify. So you need the Witch to exile all the ghosts and dark power of this world to the Otherworld, right?”

Wu Liang’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Sang Que knew she was right.

Human nature is selfish, and Sang Que doesn’t believe that these Wu family men are truly trying to protect the world. That reason is too fake and grandiose.

They need the Witch to do this; it’s ninety-nine percent for their self-interest.

“I originally thought that you always had the Witch start bearing the next generation near thirty for the sake of eugenics, to ensure that the next generation of the Witch would be healthier and stronger. But after I had that dream, I discovered you have a bigger plot. The corpses of those Witches who have given birth over the generations were all placed on the altar and eaten by you, weren’t they? You can’t wait too long, you must consume the Witch’s corpse at a specific time. Why do this? Is it related to some belief of yours, or is it because of your curse?”

Wu Liang laughed and took a few steps back, supporting himself against the edge of a coffin.

“Those outsiders, did you call them?”

Wu Liang knew that by now, there was nothing left to discuss. Sang Que, who grew up elsewhere, would not accept their perceptions and ideals.

Sang Que did not deny, “The tragedy of the Witch ends with me.”

Wu Liang continued to laugh, mockingly, “Child, you are too naive. Do you think the Wu Family was able to pass down from the Warring States Period to today relying on what? We are the people of God, ’immortal and undying.’ Everything you do is in vain, and eventually, you will return to the embrace of Wu family’s ancestors.”

“Then let me send you back first!”

As soon as the words were spoken, Sang Que in front of Wu Liang suddenly disappeared, and a chilling murderous intent attacked from behind him. Wu Liang widened his eyes in terror, having no time to think more when he heard the crisp sound of bones snapping; Sang Que had snapped his neck from behind directly.

Wu Liang fell forward, dying without ever anticipating that Sang Que would be so ruthless and decisive. And she was actually able to break through the suppression here. Had she already become a Yin Walker of the Otherworld?

“If you don’t want to talk, then stay silent forever!”

Sang Que had said before, if anyone played the riddle before her again, they would die!

If she hadn’t been gathering strength to prepare for this instant teleportation kill, she wouldn’t have wanted to say any of those unnecessary words earlier.

She had only broken through a trace of the suppression here; her power had not recovered at all.

This place was unsuitable to stay long; Sang Que decisively fled, but before she could take two steps, her foot suddenly sank deeply into the ground.

The ground oozed black liquid from the cracks; the hard floor became extremely soft, like fleshy fat.

A ghostly wind surged, instantly extinguishing all the candles around; black liquid seeped from all four walls, the surface stone shells breaking off to reveal the black fat beneath.

In the chilling ’goo’ sound, Wu Liang’s body was swallowed by the ground like flesh, and all the stone coffins around started tilting, gradually sinking into the floor.

Sang Que suddenly recalled a scene from a novel, thinking about the meat ginseng depicted within.

Could this actually be the mysterious and bizarre ’Black Tai Sui’?

Sang Que’s feet sank deeper and deeper, feeling all the strength in her body devoured by the Black Tai Sui at her feet, like a bottomless abyss filled with an indescribable aura of terror.

Sticky, slippery black tendrils extended from beneath, climbing up Sang Que’s legs, constantly splitting, piercing into her body, corroding her flesh and blood, devouring everything about her.

The entire hall’s floor had already turned into pitch-black flesh, mixed with many incomplete half-faces, glaring with moving eyeballs, all looking at Sang Que.

Sang Que’s scalp tingled instantly, her feet trapped, unable to use her embroidered shoes. She could only grab the human bone dice from her pocket and toss it towards a coffin lid yet to sink.

The dice spun, and before it fell, it split apart in mid-air.

Just when Sang Que was bewildered, cracking sounds erupted overhead; large pieces of broken bricks fell as the ceiling burst open with a big hole.

“Sister!”

Xia Chan’s head popped through that gap, her brow furrowed, a strand of black hair shot out like electricity.

Sang Que raised her hand; the black hair coiled around her wrist, then continued to her waist. Xia Chan puffed her cheeks, using all her strength to forcibly pull Sang Que out of the Black Tai Sui mire.

As she broke free from the ground, Sang Que glanced down one last time; amidst the large patches of black adhesive, all human eyeballs congregated together to form an oversized eye, staring intently at Sang Que.

Black spots infested Sang Que’s legs, corrupted by the Black Tai Sui, akin to Wu Liang’s curse. Under the glare of that eye, the muscles of Sang Que’s legs rapidly atrophied, blistering with pus-filled sacs exuding black fluid.

The painful sensation, coupled with the terrifying scene, flashed repeatedly through her mind, her vision beginning to distort, feeling as if the tendrils wrapped around her were all venomous snakes, lifting their heads and hissing at her.

A manic, murderous urge surged in her heart, compelling her to slaughter those ’snakes.’

But Sang Que retained her rationality; she knew these were illusions. Enduring the dual torment of pain and fear, she waited for Xia Chan to pull her up completely.

Collapsed onto the first floor, Sang Que’s hallucinations persisted, her legs paralyzed, unable to stand.

“Sister, are you okay?”

Xia Chan leaned in with concern; in Sang Que’s eyes, Xia Chan appeared like a humanoid form composed of countless venomous snakes, all the snakes on her face raising their heads, hissing at Sang Que.

Meanwhile, the walls on the first floor also began oozing black liquid, possibly indicating that the entire ancient house was the body of the Black Tai Sui, heavily suppressing her here. Leaving the Black Tai Sui’s range might allow using the Mountain Ghost Coin’s power to cleanse the black spots on her legs.

Sang Que clenched her fist, fighting back the fear inside, “Little Chan, could you carry me out of here, as far from the ancient house as possible?”

Xia Chan confidently patted her chest, “Don’t worry, sister, Little Chan will protect you!”

Xia Chan carried Sang Que on her back, making Sang Que feel as if she were amidst a swarm of snakes. The sensation of Xia Chan’s hair brushing her skin made Sang Que shiver all over, intensifying the urge to counterattack.

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