C6 Bone Formation

Caiang was startled. She opened her mouth and was about to say something. The cold water choked into her throat, and a sharp pain came from her lungs.

A red light suddenly flashed in front of her chest, and like a sharp blade, it broke through the darkness.

Caiang's body suddenly became light, and she took two deep breaths. Her head felt dizzy, and her legs went soft as she kneeled on the ground.

The joy of being able to survive made Caiang's heart lighten. She could still hear the woman's screams coming from her head. One after another, they came over one after another, making her head hurt.

After catching her breath, Caiang looked around. She was kneeling a few steps away from the river.

Caiang was a little further away from the river, and the water surface no longer looked calm.

The center of the water was filled with black smoke, and it was filled with resentment. The stench was unpleasant.

Sharp screams came from the bottom of the water, wave after wave, endless.

The black cloud covered the sky. Caiang saw someone standing in the river, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

The wind started to blow, and the willow branches on the lakeside were blown by the wind. The shadows of the trees bared their fangs and brandished their claws as they pounced towards Caiang.

Caiang panted as she reached into her chest and touched it. She pulled out a yellow talisman.

It was drawn by Jiang Louyue. It was this yellow talisman that saved her life just now.

Caiang touched her neck with lingering fear. The dull pain on her neck eased up, and her breathing became smoother.

The black cloud above her head disappeared, and the black smoke in the water had also disappeared without a trace. The resentment in the river disappeared in an instant, and there was no trace of it.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.

The ghost control clan could be considered as the top in terms of attack power. However, without the ghosts that they raised, the ghost control clan was just an ordinary person.

It was impossible for her to rely on herself. Caisang thought about it and decided to go back to report the news first.

A figure swayed towards them from afar and entered the area. It was a servant of the Hu family patrolling the area.

Caisang relaxed a little and greeted him, "Little brother, did you notice anything strange along the way?"

The person seemed to not have heard her. He walked straight ahead with a bit of a stiff and slow manner.

"Little brother?!"

Caisang felt that something was wrong with this person. She raised her hand and grabbed his wrist. The skin that was neither warm nor cold made her feel goosebumps.

"Is he a demon?!" Caisang frowned slightly.

Only after the person was grabbed by Caisang did he react. He raised the lantern in his hand and threw it at Caisang.

Caisang did not hesitate. With a flash of silver light, the lantern sliced through the other party's throat.

The person fell to the ground limply, as if he had lost his color. His entire body turned gray. His throat was cut off, and there was no blood at all.

Caisang went closer to take a look. That person was actually a paper man made of paper and bamboo sticks.

Cold air came out from under Caisang's feet. When the two of them brushed past each other just now, she actually felt that he was a living person. She did not notice anything wrong.

No matter how realistic the paper man was, even if it could walk and speak, it was still a dead object.

However, the Thousand Faces made by the Hu family had a soul.

Every living being had three souls and seven spirits. After their death, the three souls would disappear and the seven spirits would be extinguished. There would be no trace of them left in the world.

It was impossible for a dead object to give birth to a soul. Who was the Thousand Faces trying to steal from?

Thinking about it, they arrived at the entrance of the Hu family. Caisang pushed open the door and heard the sound of something flying through the air.

A long sword flashed with a cold light and directly pierced through the gap in the door, stabbing towards Caisang's chest.

Caisang took a step back and fell into a hug. That person carried the same fragrance of orchid on his handkerchief. That person waved his hand and knocked back the sword.

Jiang Louyue bared his teeth towards the door, like a dog protecting its master, "If you dare to harm a hair of hers, I'll kill you, old bastard!"

The long sword retracted through the gap in the door and a cold snort came.

Tonghua held the long sword and walked over step by step, "Demon, you have a bloody smell on your body. I don't know how many people you've harmed. I won't let you live today."

"With me here today, try to touch a single finger of yours!" Jiang Louyue shook his long sword and prepared to stab towards Tonghua.

A golden light flashed on the sword. It was obvious that he was serious.

Caisang hurriedly hugged Jiang Louyue's arm, "It's all a misunderstanding. The bloody smell came from the river. Listen to my explanation."

"..."

Caiang grabbed her collar and sniffed the smell on her body. After staying in the room for so long, she could no longer smell the resentment and blood stench on her body.

It was already bright outside, and a few people were gathered together. Hu Shisan obviously did not sleep well, and his eyes were green.

A servant of the Hu family brought tea over. When Caiang passed by him, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his wrist.

The servant was shocked, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should squat down to clean up the porcelain pieces on the ground or retract his hand.

"Madam, this is …"

Caiang grabbed his hand and did not let go. She touched his fingers and felt them carefully. There was warmth and heartbeat. It was a living person.

"I'm sorry." Caiang finally let go of his hand. The servant nodded and left without bothering to pack up his things.

The atmosphere was even more tense than before. Everyone turned their heads to look at Jiang Louyue in a daze.

Hu Shisan had forgotten to drink the tea in his hand. His gaze wandered between the two of them, and finally landed on Jiang Louyue. He seemed to be deep in thought.

Jiang Louyue suddenly stretched out his hand and looked at his palm under the sunlight. His fingernails were round and his bones were long. He turned his head and looked at Caiang, who was asking him word by word seriously, "Is my hand ugly, or is it uncomfortable to hold it?"

Caisang, "..."

"Last night, I sensed a wave of Yin Qi, and I followed it all the way to the river." Caisang cleared her throat, organized her thoughts, and said.

The wrinkles between Tonghua's brows deepened, and his voice was sharp as he said, "The Jiang family is the yellow talisman clan. In terms of perception, they are many times better than the ghost control sect. How did you sense the evil in Jiang Louyue?"

"I slept too deeply last night." Jiang Louyue lied very quickly, and he didn't even blink.

Tonghua didn't even bother with him. His eyes were fixated on Caisang's body.

"Because it wanted to see me, so it purposely lured me out," Caisang said, "I saw something at the bottom of the river."

"What is it?" Tonghua asked.

Caisang frowned slightly, and he subconsciously touched his neck. He thought for a while and said, "At the center of the river, there is a sea of corpses."

The white bones were lying in the mud, stacked up, and their faces were ferocious.

Those bones were all tied up by chains and sunk into the river.

After so many years, their bodies had already rotted, leaving only their bones. However, they were still tied up by the chains, and even their souls couldn't be free.

They could only wail and scream on the river day and night.