The corpse that was already dead suddenly moved.
And from its mouth, nails were shot, piercing me and Mo Ting.
A chilling sensation swept over us.
And the corpse, with its mouth agape, besides spitting out four iron nails.
It also spewed out a mouthful of black gas.
The black gas billowed, gathering in mid-air and refusing to dissipate.
Vaguely, a human face seemed to appear.
The face stared at us, revealing a bizarre smile, as if mocking, or perhaps sneering…
My master and Daoist Tang, seeing the black mist and the human face, let out a low roar:
"Demonic Daoist!"
With that, they unleashed a palm strike.
"Whoosh!" A torrent of Daoist energy surged, and the black mist face instantly vanished…
After the black mist face disappeared, my master and Daoist Tang also noticed something was wrong with Mo Ting and me.
They hurried to our side.
Upon seeing the nails lodged in our chests, they were stunned.
"Damn it, we were actually tricked by that demonic Daoist!"
Daoist Tang, being more hot-tempered, spoke harshly.
Without a word, he directly pulled the nail from Mo Ting's chest.
My master, with an angry expression, removed the nail from my chest.
Strangely enough, as soon as the nails were pulled out.
The chilling sensation that had swept through our bodies vanished.
Panting, I touched my chest,
"Master, what kind of nails are these?
They felt so cold when they were stuck in me."
"Exactly, I still feel like I'm breathing out cold air when I speak,"
Mo Ting also complained, shivering.
But my master and Daoist Tang wore grim expressions.
Daoist Tang spoke further,
"These are Soul-Capturing Nails. Those who are struck by them.
Can have their souls taken away by the caster at any time."
Upon hearing this, Mo Ting and I's faces changed drastically.
"Ah!"
We looked in disbelief at the nails in our masters' hands.
They were very short, only about three to four centimeters.
They were entirely black, and seemed to have runes etched on them.
"Master, then, then aren't we doomed?"
I asked my master.
My master's face was extremely serious. He held the black Soul-Capturing Nails between two fingers.
Hearing my words, he snorted coldly,
"You want to touch my disciples? No way."
With that, he squeezed.
The iron nail snapped with a "bang."
I watched, greatly astonished.
How strong was my master's grip?
He could snap an iron nail with just two fingers.
While I was still in shock, my master looked at me and said sternly,
"Little Qin, take off your shirt."
"Disciple, you too, take off your clothes!"
Daoist Tang also said to Mo Ting from the side.
Mo Ting and I were somewhat bewildered, but we knew our masters would never harm us.
We had been ambushed by that demonic Daoist.
Our masters must have intended to use some method to help us.
I grunted, stood on one leg, and directly pulled off my shirt.
As I removed my shirt, I saw that where I had been pierced on my chest, a twisted black circle had now appeared.
It looked like an eye tattoo.
Mo Ting next to me was in the same situation.
Both of us had a dark, eye-like circular pattern on our chests.
Our masters looked at them, their faces growing very grim.
Daoist Tang said even more,
"This demonic Daoist has considerable skill, so quickly. He has already planted the Soul-Capturing Curse."
"Indeed! We all underestimated this fellow."
My master took a deep breath and agreed.
At the same time, he bit his right middle finger, letting blood flow out.
Then, he began to draw a talisman on my chest with the blood.
"Mas, master, what is this?"
I asked, not understanding.
My master answered as he drew the talisman,
"To eradicate a planted Soul-Capturing Curse, there are only two methods.
First, to die once.
Second, to wait for the time limit to expire, and it will disappear naturally.
The first method is not suitable, the risk is too great.
Now, only the second method can be used.
To prevent your soul from being taken away without cause.
We can only use another curse to seal this Soul-Capturing Curse before its time limit expires.
To prevent it from affecting your soul…"
My master explained in detail.
After hearing this, Mo Ting and I finally understood our masters' intentions.
Our masters drew the talismans very quickly.
In a short while, they had drawn a large talisman on our chests with their own fingertip blood.
And they asked Mo Ting and me to stand steady, warning that it might hurt a little, but we had to endure it.
Mo Ting and I didn't want to die, so we nodded heavily and stood firm.
My master and Daoist Tang also formed hand seals and chanted incantations.
But our masters chanted and formed hand seals very quickly.
I could only vaguely hear my master chanting;
"Tian Peng, Tian Peng, Jiu Xuan Sha Tong.
Wu Ding Du Si, Gao Diao Bei Weng.
Qi Zheng Ba Ling, Tai Shang Hao Xiong…"
The incantation was very long; I couldn't remember it at all, nor did I hear it clearly.
After about two to three minutes of chanting, I saw my master form a hand seal of opening and closing his hands.
He pressed it onto my chest and shouted loudly,
"Town Spirit Mantra; As urgent as the law, Seal!"
Upon these words, I felt a warm current surge from my master's hand seal.
The next moment, the blood talisman drawn on me began to emit faint wisps of light.
Even stranger, this talisman began to contract towards my chest.
As the runes converged on my chest, I felt pain.
It was like being skinned, with layers of flesh being sliced off by a knife.
"Ah…"
I endured the pain, letting out a low growl through gritted teeth.
My teeth chattered audibly.
Mo Ting beside me was in a similar situation, trembling with pain.
But to survive, we both gritted our teeth and held on.
This process thankfully didn't last long, only about three to five minutes.
When our masters withdrew their hand seals.
On our chests, apart from the faded bloodstains.
The pattern of the talisman our masters had drawn had completely contracted to our chest area.
Outside the circular pattern that looked like an eye, a red rune chain had formed.
Completely sealing the mark of the Soul-Capturing Curse…