Chapter 290: Source of Auditory Hallucination

Chapter 290 The Source of Hallucinations

In the dim courtyard of a peasant household, Li Huowang trembled as he covered the knife tip protruding from his chest with his hand, staring in shock at the Double-Pupil Li Huowang before him who looked exactly like himself.

"You....... I..." Li Huowang, pale from blood loss, staggered backward.

The sudden turn of events scrambled his mind, oscillating between the Red Center mentioned in the other's words and his own impending fate of death.

Just as Li Huowang was about to hit the ground, his fellow brothers hurriedly came to his side, frantically supporting him.

Long black nails trembled toward the knife tip on Li Huowang's chest, but before touching it, they immediately retracted, striking heavily against that pale drum surface.

"Boom boom boom! Ox Face and Horse Face hold the lock. Black and White Gentlemen hold the sail! Boom boom boom!! To take the naughty child to the underworld, life and death are within reach. Without saying it you know, the naughty child reached the Ghost Gate! Boom boom boom! Today we invite no one else, summoning troops to invite the King of Sorrow to the hall....."

As the troop-summoning chant rang out, the large red veil writhed once, cold winds swirled around, as if trying to form something.

Bai Lingmiao wanted to save Li Huowang, but the Double-Pupil Li Huowang would not stand idly by; with a flick of his hand, three leaf-shaped cards shot toward Li Huowang in an umbrella shape.

"Clang clang clang!" The leaf cards struck the stone slab with a crisp sound; Gao Zhijian, clad in heavy armor, used his tall body to shield the dying Li Huowang, his honest eyes now firmly fixed on the enemy before them.

"Eh? Big Brother Red Center, where did you trick these people from? They are very loyal, but then again~"

Double-Pupil lightly snapped his fingers, and all the clay statues on the surrounding rooftops stood up with a rustle. "But then again, none are as powerful as me. How about you step down and let me be the Red Center?"

No sooner were the words spoken than the clay figures leaped one after another, smashing toward them like raindrops.

It turned out these things all listened to him; good man or bad man, it was all him. The so-called trouble in Ganyuan Village was simply a trap set by the Sit-Forgetting Daoists.

"Ding ding ding!!" Piercing bells rang continuously; as Chun Xiaoman grew taller, dozens of Lord You quickly pounced over.

"Ah!" Gao Zhijian raised the spiked club stolen from the bandit den, swinging it vigorously, the suppressed killing intent leaking out from his body.

Although they tried hard to stop them, facing so many clay men, they were clearly outmatched; fighting while retreating, the situation was extremely precarious.

And accompanying the drumbeat, the troop-summoning chant grew more urgent; whether sweat or tears, it soaked most of the two red veils.

However, seeing the two knives in Li Huowang's chest slowly being pulled out, and the wounds healing gradually, Bai Lingmiao also held onto that sliver of hope in her heart.

"It's alright! Senior Brother Li can still be saved! He won't die!"

Gradually, with the help of the immortals, the two knives piercing Li Huowang's chest were finally steadily pulled out, and the wounds were barely sealed.

"Ding ding ding~!" Just as the blood-stained small knife fell, Bai Lingmiao suddenly saw someone standing abruptly before her.

That was the Double-Pupil Senior Brother Li; he was the Sit-Forgetting Daoist capable of changing forms that Senior Brother Li had spoken of!

Looking at the Great God and Second God covered in red veils before him, his lips curled slightly upward, revealing a cruel crooked smile. "Heh~ Heh~ Capable, huh? Cured?"

Continuous "squish squish" sounds; three exceptionally sharp daggers straightly pierced into Li Huowang's bloody chest.

Hearing the collapsed sobbing beneath the red veil, the Double-Pupil Li Huowang laughed madly; laughing, he bent his waist, covering one eye with one hand and clutching his belly with the other, convulsing constantly.

Li Huowang, already fainted from pain, was woken up by pain again; he took a deep breath, regaining control of his gradually cooling body.

"Fire....... Water........ Mouth....." The hallucination returned, plus the bell and drum sounds, making it impossible for him to hear the surroundings clearly.

"Stop making noise! Stop making noise!! Be quiet!!" Li Huowang roared with his last strength, and surprisingly, the sound really disappeared.

With the disappearance of the hallucination, the voice of the Sit-Forgetting Daoist entered Li Huowang's ears again. "Big Brother Red Center~ Hehehe~~"

Along with the speech, the face of the Sit-Forgetting Daoist came before Li Huowang, facing him directly; Li Huowang looked at him as if seeing a mirror.

The drum sound beside them rang again; the Great God and Second God rushed forward simultaneously, but were knocked flying by the rushing clay wall behind them.

"Come come come, Big Brother Red Center, don't lie on the ground. The ground is so dirty."

That Sit-Forgetting Daoist gripped the handle of the dagger in Li Huowang's chest, prying it upwards with force, forcibly lifting him out directly.

Looking at the dying Li Huowang before him, a trace of emotion appeared in the Sit-Forgetting Daoist's eyes. "Tsk tsk tsk, played enough? Big Brother Red Center, how about... I help you change back?"

Li Huowang looked at the face inches away but could not hear what the other was saying, because the hallucination by his ear sounded again.

"What are you... Where exactly do you come from?" Li Huowang asked the voice again sluggishly.

Seeing Li Huowang not speaking, the Sit-Forgetting Daoist sighed lightly, "Well, since that's the case, farewell on your journey, Big Brother Red Center. In the future, I will disguise myself as your identity, deceive the other cards, and then I will be the new Red Center! Hehehe~"

He suddenly grabbed the dagger handle with both hands, exerting force with his arms, like a pig-slaughtering butcher, slowly cutting the blade towards Li Huowang's head.

He not only wanted to disembowel Li Huowang, but also wanted to forcibly cut Li Huowang's head into three pieces.

Watching Li Huowang's movements, the more strongly he struggled, the more ferocious the smile became on Double-Pupil's face.

Pain made the hallucination worse; Li Huowang even felt the sound was very close, very close to him. "Who exactly are you!! What exactly are you!"

With Li Huowang's final shout in his heart, he immediately felt a strong sense of nausea; the next moment, his neck instantly became as thick as a head.

Li Huowang moved his hands, almost drained of blood, suddenly grabbing the Sit-Forgetting Daoist's arm before him, opening his mouth wide against his surprised face.

In an instant, black tentacles mixed with viscous liquid and dark red blood sprayed from Li Huowang's mouth, directly covering the Sit-Forgetting Daoist's face.

This scene was unexpected not only by the Sit-Forgetting Daoist but even by Li Huowang himself. The hallucination by his ear was actually emitted by the Black Tai Sui inside his body!

The somewhat panicked Sit-Forgetting Daoist threw himself backward violently, while the Black Tai Sui's tentacles hooked onto the other's face tightly; the thread ends previously sewn together by Bai Lingmiao kept snapping.

Those tentacles twisting swiftly like long snakes drilled into the Sit-Forgetting Daoist's seven orifices. Double-Pupil Li Huowang released the dagger, reaching toward his face with a hint of panic.

"Swish!" As the Sit-Forgetting Daoist flipped his hand, four leaf cards quickly formed an umbrella, cutting toward the tentacles.

The Black Tai Sui also seemed to sense the sharpness of the leaf card edges, shrinking violently back into Li Huowang's mouth.

Accompanied by the tearing sound and the Sit-Forgetting Daoist's wail, that face skin identical to Li Huowang's, along with those double-pupil eyeballs, was forcibly peeled off together.

(End of Chapter)