Chapter Forty-Four: Bewildering Soul Incense

  The water was still boiling, with white steam floating on the pot and emitting a strong meaty smell. However, this meaty smell didn't smell good, it made me feel nauseous.

  On the surface of the water, a layer of oil flowers was floating, constantly rolling with the boiling water.

  The little brat was muttering incantations, his eyes fixed on the pot. I stood by, watching him quietly, my gaze shifting between the pot and the little brat. I knew he was trying to trick me, but I didn't find him despicable; instead, I found him somewhat endearing.

  As the little brat's lips moved, I saw the water in the pot boiling more violently. Faintly, I saw those oil flowers gathering together to form a pale face.

  At this sight, I suddenly became spirited and busily stuck my head into the pot.

  Just then, the little kid's chanting suddenly sped up. Next, the oil in the pot rolled over, and that pale face suddenly flew out of the pot.

  I was startled by this sudden situation and quickly shrunk back. The little brat then burst out laughing: "Hahaha."

  I turned around and found his face full of smugness.

  However, I didn't entangle with him, but just gave him a cold glance and then shrunk my body back. The little brat seemed to want to teach me a lesson, but I ignored him, he had no energy, so he continued to recite the spell.

  I drew back to one side, cautiously looking at this little kid, but in my heart I was suddenly sinking. This kid, now without any real power, already has such a strong hatred, if he gains power in the future, I'm afraid he won't be a good person.

  As the child continued to chant, the human face made of oil flowers in the pot suddenly twisted and changed into various shapes, dispersing and gathering again.

  I then noticed that the child's face was also tense and covered in cold sweat. It seemed that the crucial moment had finally arrived.

  Suddenly, the child's voice grew louder and louder, while the fire under the pot burned more and more fiercely. The water inside the pot began to churn and dance, as if it was about to boil over at any moment. At this time, the scene of the child refining the corpse reappeared.

  All that could be seen was a white face emerging slowly from the water in the pot, rising bit by bit. The face had no features.

  Finally, a person appeared above the pot. The little kid glared at me fiercely at this time, then turned his head and pointed at me, shouting loudly: "I've finally waited for this day, I want you to die."

  Suddenly, the corpse jumped down from the pot and pounced on me.

  The corpse had no face, its face was a blank. But it had hair and a body that looked extremely eerie. Seeing the corpse rushing towards me, I also saw the eyes of the little kid being so vicious, I couldn't help but sneer.

  I had expected this scene, but when it really happened, I was still very angry.

  Others have bullied me to the end, how can I possibly yield?

  As I saw the corpse spirit pouncing towards me, I suddenly clenched my fists. Before it could get close, I charged out with the Soul Slasher in hand. With a swift slash, one of the corpse spirit's arms fell to the ground, still twitching nonstop.

  I didn't stop, and several more slashes went out, the corpse's hands and feet were all cut off, turning into a human stick. The corpse was unable to move, its severed limbs did not dissipate, but instead bounced around on the ground, just like a broken gecko tail.

  The little boy screamed in terror and tried to run. I chased after him, grabbing his clothes. The child wailed: "Save me!"

  I slapped him in the face: "You dare to call for help?"

  The kid turned around and looked at me with venomous eyes: "How many times you hit me now, I will return a hundredfold in the future."

  I slapped him again, and it made a loud slapping sound. A five-fingered mark immediately appeared on the little kid's face. I said: "What if I killed you?"

  The child gritted his teeth: "Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off."

  I sneered: "You can't even beat me when you're alive, let alone when you're a ghost."

  After finishing the sentence, I threw him to one side. I turned my face to look at that corpse. Only to see the corpse that had been cut into a human stick was still twitching on the ground in fits and starts.

  The corpse actually had a face, but the five senses on that face hadn't grown out yet. The corpse had a pair of eyes, but those eyes only had an extremely small slit, and from a distance, they couldn't be seen.

  I approached, pulled out the soul-cutting knife and slowly inserted it into one of the corpse's eyes. With a slash, the corpse's eyelid fell to the ground, revealing the eyeball inside, which was extremely terrifying.

  Looking at the corpse in front of me, I remained silent. I took out the Soul-Cutting Knife and quickly shaved off the remaining parts around the corpse's eyes, turning them into a large, dark eye socket. The eyeballs then automatically fell out at this time.

  I plucked out the eyeball, not stopping, and continued to peel away the other eye of the corpse. At this moment, the scene was extremely bloody, and the corpse was constantly wailing and struggling.

  I retracted my two eyeballs, took out a talisman paper and folded it into the shape of a bowl. Then I lit a fire on the ground, set up a rack, and started boiling the two eyeballs with rootless water.

  The water without roots dried up quickly, and the two eyeballs also turned into blackened charcoal. I took this charcoal off the paper, then took out a talisman paper to wrap it up.

  It's the same as last time when dealing with ghost hair, just a simple treatment for ghost objects. Otherwise, once daytime arrives, these things taken from the ghost will automatically dissipate.

  After dealing with the ghost, I turned my gaze to the corpse. At this moment, the corpse was still wailing in agony, clearly suffering greatly. To end its suffering, I stabbed the Soul-Cutting Knife into its brain, and the corpse instantly transformed into a cloud of black gas, dispersing without a trace.

  I turned around and found that the little kid had also disappeared without a trace. I shook my head and walked towards the stone cave.

  The materials are ready, and the next step is to process the incense. I only need ordinary incense for worship now, which can be found in the cave.

  It was already midnight, and the surroundings were pitch black, with only the occasional sound of insects coming out. I walked into the stone cave and arrived at my own stone cave. Then, I took out the materials and incense, and soaked the ghost eye powder in the corpse demon's blood, and then used the incense to soak it.

  This is the first step in refining incense. Tomorrow morning, it's estimated that the soaking will be almost done. At this time, as long as the incense is dried, it can be used.

  But the use of this fragrance is not just these. As for what it is, wait until the fragrance dries out and you will naturally know.

  Opening my eyes again, it was already the second day in the morning. I turned my head to look at the incense that had been soaked last night, and saw that those few sticks of incense had now become completely crimson, vaguely emitting a bloody smell.

  I picked up the clothes and put them one by one under the sun to dry, then started a whole day's life.

  In the cave, I turned around and bumped into the girl again, and also bumped into the little kid. This little kid at this time acted as if he didn't recognize me, lowering his head and walking directly past me. I looked at him with a cold smile.

  The little brat didn't stop and ran away with his legs spread apart.

  Compared to the little kid, this girl has been communicating with me more and more. The reason is that I can not only help her cook but also help her wash clothes.

  The most shameful thing is that she even gave me her underwear to wash.

  As it has been a while since the old corpse appeared, I have also become somewhat unscrupulous in this stone cave.

  The days passed as usual, after dinner I washed all the bowls and chopsticks, then came to the outside of the cave. The incense I had dried was completely dry, the crimson color turned into a liver color.

  I picked up the incense and walked into the cave, once again rushing towards the little kid's hole. As I entered the cave, the little kid immediately discovered me, staring at me with a pair of eyes that were both venomous and annoyed, yet also helpless.

  I smiled at him with a "heh heh": "Looks like you really don't just hate me."

  The little brat gritted his teeth again, but this time he didn't say a word, just stared at me with those fierce eyes. At that moment, I took out a cigarette and lit one up.

  The incense is refined, but overall it's still experimental, right? As for the test subject, apart from that little brat, there's no one else to choose from.

  Although this is a bit inhumane, I don't care about anything now.

  The incense has been lit, and a red mist rises, the mist is eerily strange. The little kid saw me light the incense, his face full of confusion. But I didn't explain to him, instead I silently chanted the spell.

  Suddenly, the fragrant smoke in mid-air was constantly changing shape. Suddenly, the incense turned into a huge head and pounced on Xiaopi. Xiaopi seemed to be frightened, let out a miserable cry, and sucked all the incense into his body.

  I was getting a bit nervous at this point, staring intently at the little brat. At the same time, I continued to mutter incantations from my mouth.

  Don't underestimate the power of incense, its strength is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Incense is not just a simple thing, it can even control people, turning a living person into a puppet.

  Just like the little brat in front of you.

  When he inhaled the fragrance, his whole face suddenly became numb and dull, as if he had become stupid.

  This incense has its own control spell, I lightly recited the spell, and the little kid really followed my spell, slowly standing up from the ground. Then, he followed my spell, walking continuously in the house, his movements stiff and dull.

  I controlled him to walk towards a pile of stones and controlled him to pick up the stones and stuff them into his mouth. This little kid really squatted on the ground, stuffed the stones into his mouth, and chewed continuously.

  I got the little brat out of the house and had him pick up a knife. As it turned out, the little brat really grabbed a kitchen knife.

  I controlled the little brat to hold a kitchen knife and walk towards the girl. When the little brat came behind the girl, he suddenly let out a loud yell and swung the knife at the girl's body.