Twilight Boundary-Chapter 811 - 799: Nightmare of the Reincarnators

One by one, black shadows crawled out from the pill furnace, greeting the reincarnators in Shangjing City.

Surrounded by indescribable evil aura and ferocity, like patches of black clouds, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.

"What the hell is this?"

The reincarnators who first encountered these black shadows were startled; they were masquerading as deities, dispelling evil spirits, enjoying the joy of redeeming others, but didn't expect that a chilling aura would suddenly emerge in their hearts.

With a sudden jolt, they looked up and saw pallid faces and vacant eyes, and also saw the completely unexpected, unimaginable people appear.

The first to change her expression was Miss White Wine. When she saw the figures appearing at the end of the street, her face turned as white as paper.

There was Nu'er Hong, Fall and Hit Wine, Rice Flower Fragrance...

These reincarnators had been undoubtedly sealed with paper money by sweet potato wine and placed into iron coffins, waiting for the completion of matters here before being thoroughly interrogated.

Yet unexpectedly, these four appeared in front of them unharmed.

There was a magic set up inside the iron coffin that should have alerted if broken, but no, the four who were sealed appeared just like that.

The other reincarnators experienced the same thing.

Some were dancing the yangko, when suddenly they realized the surrounding drum and gong sounds vanished, leaving only dead silence, with the sound of a wooden window creaking eerily open nearby, revealing a pale face slowly sighing with bleeding features.

In that instant, their souls seemed to fly away, even the yangko dance steps faltered.

Others arrived in the city's open space, intending to purge the evil spirits on the opposite street, only to find a rolling black mist descending, obscuring everything in its vicinity, and the street, crowd, and companions, all disappeared without a trace.

The only clear thing was the sound of a giant stone mill grinding ahead, emboldening them to look forward, revealing an unimaginable horror scene.

There was a massive stone mill, with a bizarre-looking evil ghost beside it, blindfolded, pushing it with all its might.

On the stone mill, a small girl with only half her body visible, her features pieced together, with distorted features displaying a base of anguish but an eerie smile on its expression.

Between the lower stone mills, were broken faces, laughing happily, trying to poke their heads out from the mill, nodding and swaying, only to be swiftly pulled back in.

In just a moment, the reincarnators, used to reckless behaviors, were met with nightmare-like visions.

Some were bound to a pillar, blazing fire consuming their bodies, others had striking nails in their eyes, ears, and mouth, making hoarse growling sounds, while some covered their mouths, continuously vomited black slime.

"What is that?"

Even Hu Ma before the incense table was abruptly shocked, looking up suddenly.

"They are reincarnators who have died..."

Er Guotou's voice sounded from behind Hu Ma, trembling in disbelief: "The reincarnators have seen ghosts..."

For twenty years, reincarnators lived low-profile lives, hiding in the shadows, yet still, many were discovered and killed by various methods.

Due to the inefficacy in forming communication, the exact number was unknown, but everyone knew some people who suddenly stopped responding one day.

Occasionally heard are tales of discovered reincarnators tortured to death while attempting to expel evil, poisoned to death, thrown into the stone mill to be ground to death.

Some were left with mechanical and indifferent faces, others still bore the miserable conditions before death.

They wailed and drifted within Shangjing City, approaching each reincarnator helping with the ritual, remaining silent, yet a voice emerged within each reincarnator's mind:

"Faithless towards divine grace, be eternally condemned!"

"..."

This was the first time the reincarnators truly felt fear.

Usually accustomed to mockery, jesting, and living frivolously, they were engulfed by an intangible fear at this moment.

Some urgently tried to resist but found their bodies uncooperative, their minds bombarded by layered, dense sounds, confusing their brains.

Their Lifebound Spirit Temple, once their pride and protection of their Divine Souls, became unstable, showing cracks under the assault of these sounds.

They realized with panic for the first time, that their Lifebound Spirit Temple might indeed be destructible.

The Divine Statue behind the Lifebound Spirit Temple's incense table grew more realistic with more encounters with the Purple Tai Sui, even growing flesh, though not fully matured due to most reincarnators' shallow cultivation, making it appear unusually realistic.

But now, the Divine Statue in the Lifebound Spirit Temple started to struggle as though drawn by something.

It exuded a chilling Divine Sense, attempting to control the reincarnators to submit to an entity belowground.

Amidst this excruciating struggle, many reincarnators lost control, their toes unknowingly leaving the ground, floating into mid-air, experiencing destructive pain as though awakening another self within their bodies.

"So, we truly are messengers of Tai Sui..."

Among all the reincarnators, Er Guotou seemed the least affected.

Perhaps due to his exceptionally solid Lifebound Spirit Temple.

Still, he closed his eyes, visualizing beneath his eyelids, his eyes rolling in painful motion: "I, I can feel it, we are... indeed Tai Sui before being called by that voice, we knew nothing..."

"We are originally Tai Sui, meant to reclaim the offerings, but we have forgotten the past, failing the divine grace..."

"..."

"Brother, it's not the time to think about these things..."

At this moment, hearing his chaotic mutterings, Hu Ma couldn't afford to delve into it, his voice containing Thunder Sound, sternly reminding.

Suppressing this thing would inevitably encounter countless strange phenomena, but preparations had been made.

Earlier, I still doubted what kind of ability that State Preceptor had to confidently claim that he could capture all reincarnators in one fell swoop through a ritual. Until now, upon further observation, it turns out that this is indeed possible.

Even I did not expect that the things beneath the city had such a significant impact on reincarnators, and moreover, I have summoned seven Ghost Altars, suppressed within the current Shangjing City.

Even the citizens of this city, though disturbed by evil spirits, are still walking with their toes firmly on the ground, stepping with half a sole.

Yet, reincarnators cannot suppress it, still floating upwards.

It's as if reincarnators were never truly of this world, instinctively longing to return when encountering that thing.

If one were to investigate thoroughly, who knows how many truths could be uncovered, but for now, solving the problem is the priority.

"Now..."

The Thunder Sound of his words jolted Er Guotou awake, who looked towards Hu Ma, showing a questioning expression.

Hu Ma sternly shouted, "It is now!"

Er Guotou hardened his resolve, gritted his teeth fiercely, and the Command Flags in his sleeve flew out in strings. These flags are his most treasured possession, used for setting up the altar, far faster than ordinary walking ghosts.

But this time, he did not use the Command Flags to set up the altar, but instead, used them as a lead, casting them out to form a circle around himself, with his other hand already raised.

An item appeared in his palm, the strange treasure of the Ghost Walking Sect, the Yin Yang Two Sceneries Plate.

"遮天盖地,逆行阴阳,天地鬼神,皆奉吾令!"

Within the shout, across Shangjing City, suddenly great oil lamps lit up. Though called oil lamps, they were actually large iron cauldrons filled with curse-recited fragrant oil, with thick wicks submerged, ignited by the heads of the Food Protection Army outside the city.

Lamps lit, altar formed!

Er Guotou stood within the altar, forcing himself to continue casting, while Hu Ma stood before the incense table, as the suppression object.

Just like when I once set up the altar, the mountain lord personally became my suppression object.

This is recorded in the Age Suppressing Book, peculiar with only dharma methods, yet leaving no subsequent altar method records.

Because those who jointly launched this altar died after using this Magic, leaving no chance to record.

Others naturally don't know whether this altar works and its power.

But Er Guotou and Hu Ma decided to prepare this method as a supplement to the Zhen Sui Ritual, and they also knew that if this method is effective, it would confirm their hypothesis.

The first generation of reincarnators once borrowed this method, jointly dealing with peculiar entities like those beneath Shangjing City. Judging by the subsequent twenty years of stability, they succeeded.

"界守阴阳奉天请神坛!"

"..."

With Er Guotou's shout, flames burst ten feet high from the fire basins around Shangjing City.

The entire Shangjing City, now illuminated as if it were daytime.

Hu Ma gritted his teeth and sternly groaned, now bearing seven Ghost Altars upon him, his footsteps unimaginably heavy.

Boom!

Mana roared thunderously, the entire Shangjing City became part of the altar's contents.

Natural inclusions were all the citizens of Shangjing City.

And Er Guotou, amidst his shouting, caught the Peach Wood Sword tossed by Hu Ma, and forcefully hit the ground.

Pa!

Each time he struck, the reincarnators already floating in Shangjing City sank a little.

After three strikes, the reincarnators had solid footing, and the intangible murmurs in their minds seemed to diminish noticeably.

As if awakening from a dream, they looked around in alarm.

"You all continue your tasks, your first official appearance, don't lose this face now..."

Er Guotou's voice borrowed the altar's reach, transmitted into the ears of the reincarnators, while he himself glanced swiftly at Hu Ma, nodded slightly, then suddenly gritted his teeth, fiercely waving the Peach Wood Sword towards all four directions of Shangjing City, applying force indiscriminately.

Finally, he pointed heavily towards the middle of Shangjing City, the location of Wang Family's Pharmacy, which was also, the position of the flesh and blood pill furnace.