Chapter 1 Nightmare Assault

The time without the moon lasted far longer than anyone imagined. More strangely, after the moon disappeared, the atmosphere within the Wu Manor subtly changed, as if something dormant in the darkness had awakened.

Even the flow of time seemed to slow down. Breaking the stalemate was the vibration of a cell phone.

In the next second, everyone looked at their phones.

Luo Tianhe had sent a message, a rather terse name and number list in their group chat: 2, Yuan Shanyuan, 3, Bai Yu, 4, Wang Fugui, 5, Yao Shunyao, 6, Li Bai, 7, Jiang Cheng, 8, Lin Qianqian.

Obviously, Luo Tianhe himself was the missing number 1.

After receiving the message, Yuan Shanyuan and Bai Yu set off. They didn't see Luo Tianhe along the way. After turning a corner, the scene before them made the seasoned Yuan Shanyuan frown.

In the night, the Wu Manor's gate was wide open. From his position, he could see the empty street. Even though the night sky was moonless, he could clearly see the area near the gate because of the large lanterns hanging on either side.

As Yuan Shanyuan got closer, he made a new discovery. The solid gate threshold had been removed and lay askew on the ground. The ground behind the threshold had been dug up, leaving a pit more than half a meter deep. A hoe lay discarded next to the pit.

There were also several marked locations nearby, which were simply pieces of paper with numbers from 2 to 8 written on them, each held down by a silver coin to prevent them from being blown away.

The corners of the white paper fluttered in the wind, creating a rustling sound, which, coupled with the large white lantern Bai Yu was carrying… gave the scene an eerie feeling of visiting a grave.

Instead of immediately digging for the resentful infant, Yuan Shanyuan walked toward the hoe. He squatted down, picked it up, and saw that the sharp end was covered in mud. Combined with the pit in front of him, it was clear that Luo Tianhe had used this hoe to dig up the infant's remains. The marks around the edge of the pit also confirmed this.

But Yuan Shanyuan knew things weren't that simple. He slowly scraped off the mud on the hoe and examined it carefully. After finding nothing unusual, he brought it close to his nose. A few seconds later, Yuan Shanyuan suddenly smiled.

There was definitely something wrong.

He smelled a faint, fresh scent of blood on the sharp end of the hoe.

No doubt, it was Luo Tianhe.

And using a bloody hoe to dig a pit here to find the infant remains… even just thinking about it would lead to bad consequences. Now was the time of no moon, when yin energy was at its peak. The bloody scent and the sound of digging would likely awaken the dormant resentful infant. Even with Bai Yu protecting him, he would probably die. Luo Tianhe, that damned old fox…

Throwing down the hoe, Yuan Shanyuan relied on his memory to find a small, secluded room not far away. He pushed open the door, revealing many tools piled against the wall. This was where the Wu Manor's servants stored their tools, something Yuan Shanyuan had paid attention to during the day.

It seemed the hoe had been taken from here by Luo Tianhe. He had indeed used the hoe to dig the pit, but after trying it out, the old fox had secretly smeared blood on the hoe, covered it with mud, and left it for others as if nothing had happened.

If he hadn't been careful, he would have fallen for his trick today.

But this was good in a way. With Luo Tianhe helping him eliminate the others, it would save him the effort. When the time was right, he only needed to take care of Luo Tianhe and the remaining survivors.

"Tonight, we won't even have to lift a finger."

Yuan Shanyuan chuckled a few times, then selected two handy tools from the miscellaneous collection. After returning to the main gate, he found the paper marked with the number 2 and began to dig.

He trusted the marked location. He was certain that Luo Tianhe wouldn't dare to tamper with it, otherwise, if the destruction of the array caused a major problem, everyone in the Wu Manor, including Luo Tianhe, would be in trouble. He wasn't that stupid.

As he dug deeper, Yuan Shanyuan became more careful. Eventually, he dropped the tools and began to clear the soil bit by bit with his hands. Finally, his fingertips touched something hard.

At the same time, he felt a bone-chilling cold.

"Found it!"

After carefully clearing away the excess soil, the object was finally revealed to Yuan Shanyuan. It was a porcelain bottle, not very large, with the opening sealed and covered with a layer of black, wax-like hard shell.

As he slowly pulled the porcelain bottle from the pit with both hands, it shook slightly, and a strange sound came from inside, as if a rather large object was soaking inside, constantly hitting the bottle walls.

The image that came to Yuan Shanyuan's mind was of a specimen bottle in a display room.

In the next second, before he could react, he suddenly heard a cry behind him.

The cry was sudden and unexpected. Even more terrifying, it was extremely close, as if it were right behind his head. Yuan Shanyuan's entire body, even his soul, trembled. He instinctively wanted to turn around.

But he forcibly stopped himself. He felt his entire back stiff, frozen. It was as if a layer of ice had formed, and this ice was constantly spreading and expanding.

At the same time, his right shoulder became colder and colder, a chill penetrating from the outside in. His right arm trembled violently, and he almost couldn't hold the porcelain bottle.

It felt as if an invisible, incredibly cold hand was about to touch his shoulder.

One of his yang fires had already been extinguished, the one on his left shoulder, during the funeral procession for Master Wu in the early hours of the morning. If he couldn't protect the yang fire on his right shoulder, he would be in real danger.

In the next second, a hand landed on his right shoulder.

It was a slender, pale hand. At the same time, Yuan Shanyuan could finally breathe again. He dragged the porcelain bottle out of the pit, placed it flat on the ground, and saw Bai Yu standing behind him, his right hand covering Yuan Shanyuan's right shoulder.

Yuan Shanyuan gritted his teeth and tilted the porcelain bottle slightly. As expected, he found a piece of yellow cloth at the bottom of the bottle. After so many years, the cloth had not rotted, and the red markings on it were still clear, looking like ghost symbols.

"No wonder Master Wu didn't arrange for anyone to guard this place. It turns out he had this trick up his sleeve."

With this talisman, combined with the terrain, anyone who didn't understand the mysteries and dared to move these sealed porcelain bottles would die. They would first have their yang fires extinguished and then die miserably at the hands of the resentful infant.

Even if the array had been exposed, the danger was not as great as before, but as long as someone took the resentful infant bottle, they would be retaliated against by the talisman under the bottle, attracting the resentful infant.

Luo Tianhe couldn't possibly be unaware of this. He was doing it on purpose. Tonight, whoever came to dig up the resentful infant bottle would have at least one yang fire extinguished, Luo Tianhe included.

But what Yuan Shanyuan couldn't figure out was what Luo Tianhe was relying on. Did he really willingly lose a yang fire?