Zombie Bodyguard

Chapter 2109: Chapter 2106: Blood Sacrifice Ceremony

"Ancestor Xu." The guard at the entrance greeted respectfully.

Ancestor Xu did not return the gesture and walked straight into the ancient building. This marked the difference between ancient and modern etiquette; in ancient times, it was expected for the subjects and subordinates to show respect, and it was impossible for the Emperor or master to return the gesture. In modern times, if someone greets you and you do not respond, it is considered impolite.

Lin Tian and several others followed Ancestor Xu inside in single file. Upon seeing the situation inside, Lin Tian frowned because there were quite a number of people seated within, each dressed in black robes, resembling Onmyoji, and encircling a circular altar.

Between the altar and the Onmyoji stood a ring-shaped pool over three meters wide, but what it contained was not water, but a red liquid. With a zombie’s sensitivity to blood, Lin Tian instinctively knew it was blood. The entire pool brimming with blood, enough for someone to swim in!

"Damn, it really is a blood sacrifice!" Lin Tian muttered.

"Of course, it’s a blood sacrifice. This place is filled with the blood of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine zombies," Ancestor Xu said flatly, as if tens of thousands of zombies were insignificant in his eyes.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine zombies, you all..." Lin Tian’s eyes widened instantly, feeling deeply shocked, unsure of how to describe the Xu Family’s grandiose scale.

Tens of thousands of zombies, all just for this pool of blood—extravagance? Heartlessness? Cold-bloodedness? Lin Tian simply could not find suitable words.

Ancestor Xu appeared indifferent, calmly saying, "It is their honor; their deaths will bring about the resurrection of the Jiang Chen Ancestor."

"Are you saying all these tens of thousands of zombies are dead?" Lin Tian asked in shock.

Xu Feibai slightly lowered his head, his gaze lowered, and softly said, "The Xu Family prepared for this for over two thousand years, cultivating zombies that mostly ended up as blood water in the pool."

"Wow, you all are really beyond amazing," Lin Tian gave a thumbs-up, speechless.

"The hour has come, enter the coffin..." Yuan Liuming chanted as if reciting poetry, his long trailing voice echoed through the ancient building.

Crack, crack, crack...

The sound of mechanisms activating echoed, and the ceiling directly above the altar opened, connecting to the second floor. Then the ceiling on the upper floor opened, connecting to the third floor once more.

Looking up from the first floor, one could see a crystal coffin hanging from the main beam on the top floor, suspended by iron chains. The chains clattered, and the crystal coffin slowly descended, finally landing in the center of the altar.

Through the crystal coffin, it was vaguely visible; inside lay a figure, undoubtedly Jiang Chen’s complete body.

"Kneel, the sacrificial rite begins!" Yuan Liuming sang again.

Subsequently, everyone knelt towards the crystal coffin, including Ancestor Xu and Xu Feibai. Lin Tian slightly narrowed his eyes but remained standing.

No matter if it was Zombie Ancestor, Lin Tian would never kneel. He always had audacity beyond measure, even wanting to court the Jiang Ancestor Nü Ba; how could he possibly kneel to Jiang Chen?

He was the only one standing in the entire ancient building, appearing very conspicuous, but no one paid him any attention because the others were engaged in the sacrificial ceremony.

Ancestor Xu took out a short staff from his waist, raised it above his head, and began chanting in a very strange tone, neither in a language Lin Tian recognized nor comprehended at all.

Yet, his chanting carried a peculiar rhythm, with a sound seemingly resonating with the air around, filling the entire space, a true surround-sound experience.

This resonance grew larger, and the blood in the pool began to ripple, the ripples grew bigger until it started to vibrate. At this moment, Lin Tian felt as if the sound came from all directions, or perhaps descended from Jiuxiao above.

After chanting for who knows how long, Ancestor Xu finally stopped, pointed the short staff toward the altar, and a stream of black energy shot from the staff, penetrating into the altar.

The altar slightly quivered, and surprisingly began to descend slowly, as if it was sinking into the blood water. The altar sank lower, and the blood flowed over the altar, converging along its patterns toward the crystal coffin.

As the blood touched the crystal coffin, the altar jolted and finally stopped descending.

All the Onmyoji began chanting again, with the same peculiar rhythm and mysterious language, Lin Tian still couldn’t understand what they were singing.

He just knew the sound was extraordinarily loud, resonating with each other, and Lin Tian felt his eardrums about to burst. Even as a zombie, he felt this, which spoke volumes about the sound’s potency.

Blood converged more and more, then astonishingly flowed back up along the coffin’s textured grooves, heading towards the coffin lid.

Just as the blood was about to penetrate the crevices of the coffin lid, a figure suddenly leaped up, crossing over the ring-shaped blood pool, and landed atop the crystal coffin.

"Yasuo?" Lin Tian slightly narrowed his eyes, realizing the one who jumped onto the crystal coffin was Secret Master Yasuo, unsure what madness drove him.

"Hahaha..." Yasuo laughed maniacally, his eyes gleaming with greed and excitement, "Now, the Blood Pool is mine. Once I absorb the Blood Pool’s power, you all will die, no, you’ll all become my slaves!"

With that, he plunged his hands into the blood. The blood initially intended to seep into the crystal coffin but upon touching Yasuo’s hands, suddenly altered course, converging onto Yasuo’s hands.

The blood seemed alive, rapidly converging towards Yasuo, climbing up along his hands, penetrating into his skin pores; the excess spread to his head, and then drilled into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"Hoh ha, hoh ha..." Yasuo’s throat bobbed, emitting a suppressed and low sound, a fierce aura radiating from him, faintly carrying the might of a superior.

Yasuo always harbored rebellious intent, now finally erupting, choosing the pivotal moment of the blood sacrificial ceremony. He intended to absorb the power meant to revive Jiang Chen, achieving an invincible form.

The entire process was extremely quick; Yasuo’s power surged rapidly, causing the surrounding air to warp visibly due to the energy perturbation. Lin Tian was prepared to act, but glancing at Ancestor Xu, he paused.

Ancestor Xu showed no signs of panic; rather, he was extraordinarily composed. He stood, stretched out his hand, and sternly called out, "Bring the bow!"

A guard swiftly ran in from outside, handing a large bow and an arrow to Ancestor Xu. The bow was entirely black, even the chord was pitch black, and carved on it was a bizarre beast, with the beast’s mouth being the notch for the arrow.

The arrow was also black, with black feathers, pitch-black shaft, and arrowhead.

"Hahaha, now I even fear no bullets, you think shooting me with a broken bow?" Yasuo laughed again, the sound waves pulsating, full of disdain.

Ancestor Xu didn’t utter a word, merely nocked the arrow, bent the bow, drawing the huge bow to its full circle, his robes and hair fluttering sans wind, eyes cold yet sharp, his brows aligned with majestic authority.

For a brief moment, Lin Tian almost believed the storied Fangshi wasn’t really Fangshi but Emperor Qin Shi Huang, and he stood right before him.

But soon, Lin Tian dismissed this thought; given Ancestor Xu’s prowess, drawing the bow with such vigor seemed not out of the ordinary.

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