Supreme in the world

Chapter 14 Fighting
In a gloomy hut.

Liu Ming's eyes were flickering, his face was gloomy, and he looked at the altar in front of him, where the candles were flickering.

The surroundings are quiet, death-like, and suffocating.

The night, like a tide, poured into the house.

In the dark, in the darkness, it seems that someone is whispering.

"People who know me say that I am cruel and merciless, and that I do things that disregard people's lives... I don't know, if there are not so many vicious people in the world, how can I survive in this business?"

Liu Ming muttered to himself, with a ferocious and strange smile on his face.

He has already earned millions of dollars from Manager Huang's management of the Qingfeng Group.

Tonight, after cleaning up Lin Zhe and Wu Haisheng in a ritual ceremony, there will naturally be hundreds of thousands more.

This money came much faster than the money that fell from the sky.

Looking at the time, it was almost midnight, Liu Ming walked slowly to the altar.

On the altar, there are three ceramic bowls, one bowl of chicken blood, one bowl of human blood, and one bowl of dog blood.

Chicken blood is used to practice, human blood is used to guide ghosts, and dog blood is used to break spells.

Although Liu Ming was confident in his own strength, Lin Zhe couldn't do anything to him at all, but this bowl of blood was just in case.

I saw Liu Ming muttering in his mouth, his fingertips lightly dipped in the chicken blood, and pressed it in the center of his forehead.

On the altar, the yellowish candlelight reflected on his face, making him look even more gloomy.

"The sky is vast, the earth is dark, and all the ghosts obey orders!"

Liu Ming yelled loudly, and his momentum rose sharply.

All of a sudden, the earthen pots on both sides of the room were jingling non-stop, and there was a strange sound coming from inside, like countless little ghosts jumping excitedly, trying to get out of the earthen pots. Rush out.

These little ghosts were usually fed by Liu Ming with his own blood, so he was very familiar with them.

To put it bluntly, these brats are his cash cow.

This little ghost is much more powerful than ordinary ghosts, and has a heavy hostility. Once he is blessed with magic, the power of ghost fighting can be multiplied. Ordinary magicians can't resist it at all.

This is also the reason why Qingfeng Group hired so many experts, but they were all defeated by Liu Ming.

An evil magician like Liu Ming can't even tell fortunes in Feng Shui, but he is extremely powerful in taking human lives.

"Woooo..."

From nowhere, a strange wind suddenly blows in.

In the room, there seemed to be a misty mist, and in a trance, there seemed to be countless ghosts.

"Dad...Dad..."

"Tonight, who do you want us to kill again?"

"It's been a long time since I've tasted blood... I'll have a feast tonight..."

The little ghosts were extremely excited, babbling and babbling.

People who practice ghost fighting often use their own blood to feed little ghosts. Over time, these little ghosts call them "father".

In fact, not only those who practice Ghost Fighting Technique, but many sorcerers who practice sorcery also have the habit of raising little ghosts.

These little ghosts are generally children under the age of seven.

Some evil magicians will use their spare time to walk the streets and choose their targets.

Some children with poor physique, their own genital bodies, and a date of birth different from ordinary people, will be taken in by these evil magicians. They use insidious magic techniques, or use spells, or Gu, to make the children He became seriously ill and died.

Within 49 days of the burial of these dead children, the sorcerers tried to find a way to dig out their bones.

Generally speaking, a person has three souls and seven souls, and after death, only the soul of life remains, commonly known as "ghost". This soul of life exists with the flesh and blood of the human body.

If the black, white and impermanent hell does not come to seduce the soul, then the fate soul will always exist with its own bones.

Sorcerers, dig out their bones and soak them in the blood of six animals.

These six animals are: cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, pigs, and dogs. After soaking in Sanqi for 21 days, the original paleness of the bones will fade, and blood will adhere to them.

At this time, the sorcerer will use his own blood as a guide, sprinkle it on the bones, and seal the bones in the earthen jar, then the child's soul can be driven by the sorcerer.

This kind of technique of raising ghosts is the most common one among ghost fighting techniques.

There are different sects, and there are some differences in the methods of many sorcerers to raise ghosts, but generally speaking, they are all similar, in order to control the life and soul of children and achieve the effect of attracting wealth and profit for themselves.

Adult souls generally have strong consciousness and strong resistance, so they are not easy to be kept in captivity, so the ghosts raised are the ghosts of children.

These ghosts, one by one, bared their teeth and danced their claws, looking hideous, bouncing around Liu Ming.

Liu Ming stood among the ghost shadows, his face became more and more gloomy, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was chanting inexplicable spells.

At this moment, he was looking for Lin Daoqing's trace.

After all, fighting skills are far away, and under normal circumstances, only when you find the other party's traces can you strike.

The power of Ghost Fighting Technique lies in that it can use the power of ghosts from all directions. No matter where Lin Zhe is, as long as there are ghosts there, then...they will report back Lin Zhe's whereabouts, Let Liu Ming know.

Sure enough, within a moment, Liu Ming knew the whereabouts of Lin Zhe and others.

"Go and kill them!"

Liu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of killing intent flashed, and he let out a loud shout.

After the words fell, he used the blood as a guide, and pointed out with his whole body, as if he had drawn a map in midair.

The little ghosts around seemed to sense his killing intent, and they were extremely happy.

"Kill...kill..."

"Hee hee... kill kill kill..."

"Everyone must die..."

The little ghosts yelled, the room was full of ghosts, turned into black shadows, disappeared out of thin air with a "swoosh", and ran straight towards the land.

The night is dark, and the street is empty.

It was cold and windy, but it seemed to be a little colder.

The altar in front of him kept trembling, as if shaken by the power of ghosts.

On the altar, the flames of the candle seemed to be burning more vigorously, and the gloomy flames rose up in an instant.

Liu Ming's face was distorted. At this moment, it seemed that the muscles on his face were trembling and twitching. His pupils were wide open, as if they were about to stare out of their sockets.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the bowl full of chicken blood on the altar, took a sip suddenly, and spat it out with a "poof".

Blood stained the entire altar red.

Immediately, the gloomy light flickered continuously.

The earthen pots around were shaking and ringing non-stop. In the darkness, there was the sound of a baby crying, melodious and frightening.

(End of this chapter)