Those Three Months

Part 6

((Sensitive material in this part of the story. Some my find some of the content disturbing and I would advise not eating while reading))
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The second day, Lan WangJi had finally caught up to Jiang Cheng. He took out the talisman from last time, "This talisman has been reversed."

Jiang Cheng, "Reversed? What does reversed mean?"

Lan WangJi, "Normal talismans repel evil. This one attracts them."

Jiang Cheng was shocked, "Talismans... could attract evil? I haven't heard of anything like it."

Lan WangJi, "It is indeed unheard of. But, according to the testing, it does prove to have the ability to attract evil."

Jiang Cheng took over the talisman and examined it closely, "Only a few brushstrokes were added, and the entire function of the talisman was reversed? Was this a human deed?"

Lan WangJi, "Four brushstrokes were added. It was drawn using human blood. All of the residential talismans in the supervision office have been altered. The strokes were those of the same person."

Jiang Cheng, "Then who could this person possibly be? Amongst all of the renowned cultivators, I haven't heard of any who can do such a thing.

Immediately after, he continued, "But no matter who they are, it's fine as long as their objective is the same as ours—to kill all of the Wen-dogs!"

The two went up North according to the information. Everywhere they went, they heard talk of strange corpses appearing there. All of the corpses were cultivators of the Wen Sect, dressed in sun robes. All of them were high in both rank and cultivation. In spite of so, all of them died in gruesome yet diverse ways, and all of them had been left in the public where many could see.

Jiang Cheng, "Do you think that these people were killed by that person as well?"

Lan WangJi, "The dark energy is quite heavy. They should have been done by the same person."

Jiang Cheng snorted, "Dark? In this world, could there be anything darker than the Wen-dogs?!"

The had been chasing until late into the fourth night. The two had finally caught sight of Wen ZhuLiu in the courier station of a remote mountainous city.

The courier station was two stories tall. A stable was right next to the building. When Lan WangJi and Jiang Cheng arrived, they happened to see a tall shadow rush inside and lock the doors behind him. Afraid of Wen ZhuLiu's 'Core-Melting Hand' technique, the two decided not to alert the enemy and flipped onto the roof instead of entering through the door. Jiang Cheng forced back the towering hatred within him. Clenching his teeth, he stared without a blink down through a slit between the roof tiles.

Wen ZhuLiu seemed to have been travelling. In his arms was another figure. As though dragging his legs, he walked to the second floor and placed the person beside the table. He then ran to all of the windows and closed the curtains so that not even a breeze could pass through. He finally returned to the table and lit up the oil lamp.

The faint light illuminated his face. It was still pale, still cold, but two dense smears of black were under his eyes. The other person by the table was covered entirely. Even their face was hidden in a cape. As though inside of a fragile cocoon, the person shivered within the cape, panting as he suddenly exclaimed, "Don't light the lamp! What if he finds us?!"