Twilight Boundary-Chapter 394 - 390 I Am the Evil Spirit

"The Witch God was right. You are an evil spirit, a demon. Everything you do is a facade filled with malice. No matter how obedient you seem or how well you treat your sister, it’s all a disguise. If we don’t kill you, our clan will never find peace.

"The Witch God saw through you long ago, but to protect our Witch clan, he didn’t reveal it and instead played along with you. When the Witch God descends, the first one he will kill is you..."

"..."

Meanwhile, the eight Witch incarnations—or perhaps it was Monkey Wine, speaking his last words at this final moment—uttered words like whispers. These words immediately filled the Wugong human face attached to the gu insect with endless rage, causing him to finally tear away his facade.

Even though earlier he had thought of countless ways to deal with this son, he never spoke it openly. Now, however, he directly roared it out.

In the next moment, this gu insect suddenly leaped out from the Gu Bowl like a bolt of lightning, shooting straight towards the heart of a Witch in front of it.

This Witch, the one who had looked up at Wuya during the conversation, was the target. Compared to the other seven Witches, this one seemed more like the true Monkey Wine, or rather, Wu Song himself.

"HISS!"

This gu insect, which had merely rested in the Gu Bowl without drawing blood, now lurched with such astonishing swiftness that one could scarcely perceive it. It plunged through the Witch’s heart in an instant, leaving a solid hole.

The Witch incarnations weren’t fearsome. Kill the original body, and the Gu Technique would dissolve.

But he hadn’t expected it. He suddenly heard eerie laughter from behind. Immediately, the pungent stench of blood assaulted his nostrils, and various bizarre evil auras surged from behind, forcing him to dodge to the side. Looking back, he felt a chill in his heart, unable to describe the bizarre scene before him.

Logically speaking, if Wu Song were killed, then these Witches in front of me should perish as well. But now, looking at them, they seemed unaffected; in fact, they stood up one by one.

Their actions had been synchronized: walking with the same steps, speaking in the same tone, with identical mouth movements. But now, they abruptly dissolved into chaos. They stood up at different times, their facial expressions varied, each different from the other.

Some were weeping, some laughing, some were extremely arrogant, and others had faces full of manic evil.

Their every posture, under the light from the distant valley fires, cast different, exaggerated, and deformed shadows. These shadows, baring claws and fangs, intertwined and shrouded the gu insect possessed by the Wugong Clan Chief.

Covered by these shadows, the Wugong Clan Chief instantly panicked. "Evil Shadow Gu? You... how do you know this technique?"

The Wugong Clan Chief’s Gu Technique was limited. He hadn’t Entered the Mansion, so he couldn’t train gu people to the Entering the Mansion level. At most, he only knew a few Gu Techniques passed down from the clan’s earlier days. Using this method could create Entering the Mansion-level gu insects. But although the method existed, it was extremely challenging, and only Wu Song could refine them. However, refining these gu was merely about gu refining, unrelated to one’s own Mana. Simply put, within this branch of Witches, it was impossible for an Entering the Mansion-level gu person to emerge because they lacked the proper method. Yet, now Wu Song had easily used ’Shadow Gu.’ This was a technique to lay gu through shadows. Although the Wugong Clan Chief hadn’t Entered the Mansion, he had heard that only Gu Masters who had Entered the Mansion could use this technique.

"Father, after you cast me out, I had nothing to do. So, I studied the Ghoul Raising Method, solved a few difficult problems, and then Entered the Mansion."

The remaining seven Witches spoke the same words in different tones, looking at the Wugong Clan Chief with varied expressions—some mocking, some regretful—creating an extraordinarily strange effect. "I originally planned to teach this method to Wuya, you know.

"Actually, many times, I forgot about the past. I just thought I was Wu Song. But you kept reminding me, telling me I was merely an evil spirit...

"So maybe, I truly am an evil spirit..."

"..."

"Mad... Madman..."

The Wugong Clan Chief watched the seven Witches break into simultaneous hysterical laughter. Something inexplicable flashed through his mind, only to vanish immediately, leaving only terror at its peak. Abruptly, he turned and shouted, "Wuya, Wuya, don’t wait! Hurry... hurry and kill this madman!"

"..."

The Wugong Clan Chief’s voice, resembling insect chirping, reached Wuya’s ears. In the basket on her back, the green snake was tightly coiled, trembling.

Yet Wuya herself suddenly tossed her head up, her hair disheveled. Her eyes became vertical slits like a snake’s, and her speaking tone changed to something exceedingly peculiar. Faintly, one could see her tongue had become forked. It trembled as she spoke, "Serve the Witch God, exterminate the evil spirit!"

While speaking, she moved forward with unnatural, twisting steps. From beneath her skirt, insects began to crawl out one after another.

A RUSTLING, SKITTERING sound arose as they pressed forward.

The seven Witch incarnations—or rather, the seven Wu Songs—now slowed their movements. They stopped in various poses and turned to look at Wuya, their eyes reflecting the same resignation and regret.

...

...

"Damn it, damn it!"

At the same time, high above the valley, Old Master Sun, who had escaped the swarm with the Magic King, glared angrily at the valley below.

He, who had honorably Entered the Mansion and achieved the Shousui stage, had been driven to such disgrace by those gu people, even losing the lives of several of his followers. If word of this got out, it would undoubtedly become a huge joke, destroying the reputation he’d built over half a lifetime.

"Why get angry, Old Master Sun? He is a Witch who has Entered the Mansion, and you only temporarily avoided him to save me—that was a wise move," the Magic King, whom he had rescued, said quickly. "Moreover, the fact that these Witches are so frantic precisely indicates that what’s in that mine is what we seek...

"Since we’ve confirmed it’s that thing, then we can directly request the Nine Heaven Lotus Holy Mother to descend!"

"..."

"Invite the Lotus Mother to descend personally?"

Though still enraged, Old Master Sun was startled and hurriedly said, "We haven’t yet burned incense or bathed, nor do we have the conditions to offer the proper livestock sacrifices. Is it appropriate to directly invite Her Eminence to such a defiled place?"

"The blood food mine is indeed a defiled place, and the Guest usually avoids it. Inviting spirits to possess someone beside a blood food mine could even be considered an offense of disrespect."

The Magic King removed her hood, revealing her gray, coarse hair. She smiled and said, "But if we report to Her Eminence that a Stone Corpse has appeared in this mine, then I believe she won’t blame us. Instead, she’ll credit us with a great meritorious deed!"

As a Shousui, Old Master Sun naturally didn’t understand these matters as well as the Magic King. He heard this and anxiously said, "Then please, invite her quickly! Invite her quickly! If Her Eminence comes, no matter how powerful that Witch is, what can he possibly do?"

"Understood!"

The One Coin Sect’s Magic King spoke with a smile. Then, right there in the wilderness, she took out yellow paper and green incense, burned them on the spot in worship, and muttered incantations.

Suddenly, she rose, dancing and gesticulating wildly, shouting, "The Lotus Holy Mother sits upon the Magic Altar, slaying demons and devils, saving the people of the world!

"Disciple Huining of the Xiaozhang Clan, Magic King of the West Altar of the One Coin Sect, sincerely worships My Mother and respectfully invites Her to possess this body!"

As she shouted, the last handful of paper money she clutched scattered, caught by the mountain wind. For a moment, paper money RUSTLED all around. Above the valley, it looked like a heavy snowfall, swirling abundantly in mid-air.

Amidst the fluttering paper money, this Magic King respectfully took out a Copper Coin. She held it between both hands, bowed several times, then placed the Copper Coin in her mouth, tucking it beneath her tongue, and began to shake her head vigorously.

After shaking for a moment, she sharply raised her head and let out an extremely strange "EE-AH!" sound. She then glanced around. When she realized she was above the blood food mine, an expression of extreme annoyance appeared on her face, as if she intended to scold someone.

But immediately after, her expression shifted dramatically. She looked down into the valley below, her nose twitched as if she had smelled something extraordinary, and her demeanor suddenly turned grim and sinister.

"Wandering spirits from all directions, hear my command! Thousands of little ghosts, escort my chariot..."

She suddenly opened her mouth, her voice like the recitative of an opera singer. Hurriedly rising, she made an orchid gesture with her fingers. The paper money floating all around began to sway, as if caught by a strong wind, and drifted towards the depths of the wild mountain forest.

Before long, gloomy, ghostly figures emerged from the forest—some like beasts, some like birds, others in tattered human form. They swarmed to her side, bringing with them rolling gusts of sinister wind. Heralded and escorted, like a whirlwind, they swept down into the valley below.

Old Master Sun, who had been kneeling nearby, could sense that the Magic King had transformed into someone else. When she descended into the valley, he quickly scrambled to follow.

"BUZZ! BUZZ!"

Just as they turned back, the Gu Bees in the valley, which had only briefly lain dormant, rose up again with a WHOOSH!

Each one raised its sharp stinger, exuding a dense, demonic aura, and swarmed towards Old Master Sun and the One Coin Sect’s Magic King, now possessed by the Lotus Holy Mother, intending to sting.

Previously, when this Magic King had encountered these bees, she had relied entirely on Old Master Sun’s protection; without it, a single sting could have cost her life. Now, however, she seemed like a different person. Various kinds of paper money floated around her. She casually plucked a sheet into her hand and blew on it lightly.

The paper money instantly burst into flame and floated forward.

Following that, the countless little ghosts she had forcibly summoned to her side all puffed up their cheeks and blew towards the flame on the paper money. Instantly, the flame swelled, growing larger and larger until it became a sea of fire, directly incinerating the swarming Gu Bees to ashes.

At precisely this time, Wuya, her snake-like pupils now manifest, stood up. She and the Lotus Holy Mother sensed each other’s presence simultaneously. They slowly met each other’s gaze, and it seemed some strange aura was triggered between them.

Neither of them looked like they belonged to the human world any longer, and it seemed they were about to fight at any moment. But at this critical juncture, the One Coin Sect’s Magic King suddenly said something. Her words were strange, indecipherable to any living person.

Wuya, too, suddenly opened her mouth. Her forked snake tongue fluttered rapidly, emitting a series of sounds, seemingly in response.

After this exchange, the two appeared to have reached some sort of agreement. They simultaneously turned their heads to look at Wu Song, who was blocking the way to the mine.

The gu insect, bearing the attached face of the Wugong Clan Chief, also sensed something. It began to buzz loudly, stirring all the energy in the valley and causing it to press down upon Wu Song.