Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 134 - 54: Evil Art (Part 3)
"Are you trying to scare us?"
"You, Fang, I know you're tough and have taken lives, but there are cameras here. Do you dare lay a hand on us?"
"Do you dare?"
"You don't dare!"
He pointed at Fang Zheng, his facial muscles twitching, and his attitude extremely arrogant. Even Xiao Han, who had remained silent, felt a surge of anger rise in his heart.
Too much bullying!
But, Boss...
Is this really the time to play with paper figures?
We're all adults here.
"Chop!"
A dining knife stuck firmly on the solid wood table. Fang Zheng lightly flicked the blade, causing it to vibrate rapidly and leave ghostly afterimages.
"This knife is not bad."
He acted as if he hadn't heard a word from the Yuan family's brothers. He picked up the knife and examined it in his hand.
Then,
To everyone's astonishment, he used the knife to gently slice his own fingertip, the sharp blade swiftly cutting through the surface of the skin.
Blood,
flowed from the fingertips.
Dropping onto the paper figure.
"What are you doing?"
The faces of the Yuan brothers changed slightly, and Yuan Kui narrowed his eyes:
"Boss Fang, do you think self-harm will scare us?"
However, the old village head of the Yuan Family Village, who had little presence, seemed to have realized something upon seeing this; his gaze carried a sense of suspicion.
And a bit of disbelief.
And fear.
No way?
Fang Zheng remained silent, his bloodstained finger moved swiftly across the paper figure, instantly drawing a complex and eerie pattern.
Meanwhile, he chanted softly:
"Paper figure, ensnare heart and soul; witchcraft curse sacrifice, capture soul and spirit."
"Seven Stars, aid me."
"Soul, follow my command into the Dharma Body."
"Swift as the command!"
Lushan Blackhead Soul Hooking Technique.
His speech was fast and low, even Xiao Han, who was close, couldn't hear clearly, only noticing his boss muttering something, then looking up.
He turned his gaze to the eldest of the Yuan brothers, Yuan Kui.
"Yuan Kui?"
"Yes."
Yuan Kui responded instinctively.
Fang Zheng held the paper figure, shaking it gently:
"How do you find tonight's night view?"
"Night view..." Yuan Kui's body swayed, and for some reason, his eyes became dazed, involuntarily following Fang Zheng's lead:
"Quite nice."
"I think so too." Fang Zheng nodded, looking off in the distance:
"However, the view is somewhat limited here; you might see it better over there, standing on the edge."
"Yes."
Yuan Kui nodded somewhat stiffly, turned, and began walking towards the edge of the rooftop.
"Big brother!"
"Big brother!"
Yuan Wen and Yuan Wei were full of disbelief, watching Yuan Kui step by step move closer to the rooftop's edge, anxiety swelled within them, and they hurried forward.
"Big brother, where are you going?"
"Stop!"
"It's dangerous up ahead!"
However.
It was as if Yuan Kui couldn't hear his brothers' warnings, his vacant eyes continued towards the rooftop's edge, even climbing up the outer wall.
During this time, although the two brothers tried desperately to stop him, they couldn't overcome the strange brute force emerging from him.
"Big brother!"
Yuan Wen's face turned pale:
"Come down quickly!"
Yuan Wei rushed forward, grabbing Yuan Kui's legs, fear marked his face as he shouted:
"Big brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Come down, now!"
"Heh heh..." Yuan Kui laughed eerily, looking up at the stars, then turned back to Fang Zheng, his expression rigid and vacant:
"The night is beautiful."
As the words settled.
Breaking free of restraint, he leaped down from the high-rise.
"Bang!"
"Clang..."
From a dozen stories high, falling from such a height, it's certain the man wouldn't survive, only the car alarms below continued incessantly.
"Big brother!"
Yuan Wei trembled, unsure if it was from fear or anger, suddenly turning and glaring at Fang Zheng:
"What did you do?"
He couldn't believe his big brother would suddenly despair, he had been fine before coming here.
No!
Just moments ago, big brother was still fine.
Why did he...
Suddenly choose to jump off?
"I did nothing."
Unnoticed, Fang Zheng had a brand-new paper figure in his hand, gently roasting it over a nearby candle:
"You saw it too, he couldn't think straight on his own."
"You..." Yuan Wei pointed fiercely, about to curse, suddenly felt a burning pain in his head, as if set ablaze.
On fire?
He opened his eyes wide, gazing at the paper figure in Fang Zheng's hand, a sense of absurdity and bone-chilling fear surged in his heart.
"No..."
"The brotherly love between you is truly moving." Fang Zheng held the paper figure, speaking slowly:
"In that case, why not go down and join him?"
"..." Yuan Wei's body froze, his gaze becoming vacant and lifeless, slowly turning around, climbing the wall under others' gaze.
Just like Yuan Kui earlier.
"Swoosh!"
He leapt in imitation, jumping off the building.
"No!"
Yuan Wen screamed, watching helplessly as his brothers jumped off one after the other, his eyes full of terror.
"Bang!"
"Clang..."
The harsh sound of car alarms rang again, and faintly one could hear the commotion of onlookers below.
At this point.
Anyone could see something was off.
"Tata..."
Someone's legs trembled, teeth chattered wildly.
Xiao Han's face was ashen, a warm stream trickled down his trousers to his shoes and socks, yet even so, he didn't dare move.
The old village head sat slack-jawed on the ground:
"Ah!"
With two of the Yuan brothers having jumped instantly, only Yuan Wen was left. With a shout, he grabbed a flower pot and hurled it at Fang Zheng.
At the same time, he clutched his head and dashed toward the exit.
"Devil!"
"He's a devil!"
"Where are you going?" Fang Zheng tilted his head, dodging the flower pot, watching it shatter next to him, his voice low:
"Your brothers headed the other way."
"No!"
"No!"
Yuan Wen shook his head desperately, covering his ears, charging forward with all his might, failing to realize his vision was blurring.
And the direction he was heading changed accordingly.
Gradually,
he went in circles, heading to the spot where his brothers had jumped.
Moving further and further from the exit.
"Swoosh!"
With a blur, Yuan Wen suddenly regained clarity, looking down with a face full of terror.
"No..."
"Bang!"
"Clang..."
The noise below echoed once more, leaving the upstairs group pale, with some screaming and retreating wildly.
Their gaze at Fang Zheng was as if looking at a... demon.
"Spare me, Boss Fang!"
The old village head shouted:
"The porcelain factory is in your hands, you have the final say!"
"We have no objections!"
"No objections!"
"Is that so?" Fang Zheng turned, looking at the others in the room:
"No objections from anyone else?"
"No, no."
"We have no objections!"
"Mom, I want to go downstairs, I... I don't want to die..."
"..."
For a moment, various voices mingled.
"Don't worry."
Fang Zheng chuckled:
"Been here long enough, time for the dishes."
