novel bin Chapter 267 The Evil God Opens His Eyes!
Chapter 267 The Evil God Opens His Eyes!
Chapter 267 The Evil God Opens His Eyes! (4000)
"There's something breathing inside."
"Moreover, it's not just a single wheezing episode; it's an exposed energy channel."
"Remember this, you two, this place can't be attacked by talismans one by one. We have to cut off its energy supply first."
Lu Yuan immediately instructed Wang Chengan and Xu Erxiao.
Wang Cheng'an understood, and his gaze darkened: "Then should I cut the red string on the left as well?"
Lu Yuan nodded and said, "If you can cut it off, then cut it off, but don't be rash."
"Let's see if the abacus moves first."
Iron Abacus was already struggling to keep up; sweat beaded on his forehead, but his fingers still gripped the edge of the jar tightly.
He clearly knew that if Lu Yuan and the others cut off the external supply route, the one inside the altar would be forced to crash out.
"What do you know?"
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Tie Suanpan gritted his teeth and said, "This is not something you can touch."
"If the altar overturns, the entire mountain range will resound with it."
Lu Yuan said calmly, "Then let it ring."
"I'm afraid it won't make a sound."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and flicked the last copper coin onto the ground.
The copper coin rolled to the front of the altar and got stuck right under a white hemp rope.
Lu Yuan pressed down lightly with two fingers together and whispered, "Money presses down the rope, the rope presses down the road."
"The road presses on the pulse, and the pulse presses on the gate."
"You borrow the mountain's belly to raise things, I'll borrow copper coins to sever your roots."
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Fall!"
The copper coin suddenly sank downwards.
The floor of the entire empty room trembled slightly.
A muffled groan, barely suppressed, came from under the yellow cloth covering the mouth of the jar, as if something had been pressed back halfway by the pressure.
Iron Abacus's face turned pale instantly, and he blurted out, "Stop!"
Lu Yuan completely ignored him and turned to Lin Zhaoxuan, shouting, "The third rope on the right, break it!"
Lin Zhaoxuan immediately made a move, slicing down diagonally with a short knife, and the red rope snapped instantly.
As soon as the rope broke, the rattling of the copper bells on the wooden frame was reduced by one point, and the oppressive feeling in the empty room eased slightly.
Seeing this, Zhou Heng quickly covered the last two round mirrors with yellow paper.
Song Qinghe held the oil lamp steady, a thin layer of sweat already on her forehead, but she still held it firmly to prevent the flame from going out.
At that moment, the panting inside the altar suddenly changed.
It was no longer a suppressed low panting, but rather like a sudden, deep breath, followed by a sharp, thin chuckle that escaped from the mouth of the jar.
Upon hearing that voice, Tie Suanpan froze.
Lu Yuan's gaze suddenly turned cold.
He knew that the things in the jar were being tested on people.
It wasn't a test of him, but a test of the spirit and backbone of everyone present.
The laughter carried a subtle, seductive quality, like a woman singing or an old man humming a tune, sending chills down one's spine.
If someone's mind isn't steady, they might be so captivated that their eyes would go completely blank on the spot.
Wang Cheng'an sensed something was wrong first and immediately whispered, "Don't listen to it sing!"
Xu Erxiao gritted his teeth and echoed, "It's all about being arrogant!"
The two no longer simply followed orders to move things; instead, they put even more effort into pressing down the basins.
Taking advantage of his position, Wang Cheng'an casually tossed a calming talisman to Zhou Heng, reminding him, "Zhou Heng, put it behind your ear!"
Zhou Heng was taken aback, then quickly pasted it on.
As soon as the talisman fell, the piercing laughter in his head indeed lessened considerably.
Xu Erxiao stared at the mouth of the jar and suddenly noticed a tiny hole, like a pinhole, on the edge of the yellow cloth, from which black gas was leaking out in wisps.
He immediately whispered, "Brother Lu, Tanbu has eyes!"
Lu Yuandao nodded and said, "If you see it, suppress it."
"Don't let it make a sound through the hole."
Xu Erxiao responded, gripping the edge of the ceramic basin even more tightly with his hands.
With his other hand, he pulled out a crumpled sealing talisman and slapped it cleanly onto the outer edge of the ceramic basin.
Although the talisman was simple, it perfectly sealed off the yin energy rising from the basin.
Lu Yuan glanced at them and nodded slightly in his heart.
These two junior brothers have a solid foundation and are also quite bold.
In this kind of situation, being able to stay calm and composed is enough.
He didn't say anything more, but instead turned his attention back to the black jar.
The yellow cloth covering the mouth of the jar was shaking more and more violently, as if the thing inside was using the entire jar as a shell to support it.
The white hemp ropes on the jar began to heat up one by one, and a faint smell of burning gradually emanated from them.
Finally, Tie Suanpan couldn't hold on any longer and turned around sharply, yelling at Lu Yuan, "If you force it to its death, we'll be the first to die!"
Lu Yuan gave him a cold look: "Since you're sitting in front of the altar, you should have expected this day to come."
"What you're guarding isn't life, it's offerings."
"When the offerings are exhausted, the person who guards the altar will also have to accept the end."
Iron Abacus's lips trembled, and the fear in his eyes grew stronger.
Just then, a third voice suddenly came from the black jar.
It wasn't panting, it wasn't laughing.
It was a very low murmur, as if it came from the earth far, far away, clinging to the body of the jar. It was indistinct, but two words were particularly clear.
"Open your eyes!"
Lu Yuan's pupils contracted immediately upon hearing those two words.
He knew that it wasn't just that lump in the jar that was about to emerge.
Rather, it is the evil god behind it, who has been nourished to this day by relying on this mountain road, this cellar, this mirror, and this offering net.
This time, we've finally gotten to the root of the problem.
"Open your eyes!"
Those two words sounded as if they had been ground from the earth, so light they were almost inaudible, yet they silenced the entire empty room instantly.
It was so quiet that even the lingering tremor of the copper bell seemed to sink slowly, as if through a thick layer of cotton.
Lu Yuan stood in front of the black jar, not moving immediately.
He knew that if he moved too quickly at this moment, he would easily be led astray by that "eye-opening" energy.
Evil things are best at picking when people are most on edge.
First, they give you a blast of cold air, then a whiff of sound, then a glimpse of something "realistic," urging you to step into the pit yourself.
He glanced at Wang Chengan and Xu Erxiao first.
Both of them are still holding their own.
Wang Chengan held the ceramic basin down with one hand, while his other hand had already reached for the small packet of talismans in his pocket. His shoulders and back were ramrod straight, but he showed no sign of disorder.
Xu Erxiao gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in sweat, his hands pressed tightly against the rim of the basin, but his eyes remained fixed on the mouth of the jar, unwavering.
Don't stare at the mouth of the jar.
Lu Yuan whispered, "Keep an eye on the rope, keep an eye on the bowl, keep an eye on the mirror."
"The first thing it looks for when it opens its eyes is someone who will look back at it."
Wang Cheng'an immediately shifted his gaze to the red rope and replied, "Understood, Brother Lu."
Xu Erxiao quickly averted his gaze and instead stared at the three small bowls in front of the jar: "Is it trying to find the door by using its eyes?"
Lu Yuan nodded and said, "Yes."
"It can't get out on its own; it needs people's minds to build a door for it."
Iron Abacus's face was now extremely pale. His hand was still on the edge of the jar, but it was no longer the confident way he had pressed down before; it was as if he was just stubbornly resisting.
Hearing Lu Yuan's words, his voice became hoarse: "The more you know, the faster you'll die."
Lu Yuan replied calmly, "Then let's see who dies first."
He then raised his hand and touched the edge of the coin, leaving a very thin bloodstain on his palm from the coin's edge.
There wasn't much blood, but it was just enough.
He smeared the blood on the corner of the talisman and whispered, "With a little of my living blood, I lend you three parts of life."
"Use my eyes and ears as doors, and do not let evil spirits confuse my vision."
"If your eyes are not open, your path will not be established; if your door is not built, your body will not enter."
Upon reading the last word "enter," Lu Yuan slammed the bloodstained talisman onto the ground.
The talisman wasn't pasted on the altar, but rather on the thin seam in front of it—the originally inconspicuous black line between the altar and the ground.
As soon as the talisman landed, the black line seemed to come alive and twisted.
Immediately afterwards, the cry of "Open your eyes!" from inside the altar suddenly rose in pitch, as if someone had screeched against the altar wall.
The round mirrors in the four corners of the empty room were all covered with a layer of grayish-white fog.
It looked like faces were pressed against the fog, blurry and dense, and in an instant, they all looked towards the center of the field.
The oil lamp in Song Qinghe's hand suddenly shook.
Her face turned pale, and she almost dropped her hand.
Lin Zhaoxuan reacted quickly, immediately grabbing the base of the lamp from the side and saying in a deep voice, "Stabilize the fire!"
Song Qinghe pursed her lips and steadied her hand. Although the lamplight tilted slightly, it did not go out.
Lu Yuan's gaze darkened.
This is about using a mirror and a lamp to draw people's attention.
He gave it no more breathing room, formed hand seals, and took a sudden half-step forward, his toes pressing right next to the black line, shouting, "Wang Cheng'an, lift the left bowl!"
"Xu Erxiao, flip the right bowl!"
"Lin Zhaoxuan, cut the last red thread!"
"Zhou Heng, cover up the entire mirror!"
"Song Qinghe, shine the lamp towards the mouth of the altar, don't let it be off-center!"
The group moved almost simultaneously.
With a twist of his wrist, Wang Chengan overturned the rice bowl on the left by half an inch, scattering rice grains all over the ground and causing the wisp of smoke to immediately become disordered.
Xu Erxiao gritted his teeth and lifted the entire salt bowl on the right, scattering the salt. A fine white steam immediately rose from the ground, like cold sweat rising.
Lin Zhaoxuan took a step forward, swung his short sword, and the last red rope snapped with a "snap," instantly silencing the copper bell by more than half.
Zhou Heng pasted all the remaining yellow paper onto the nearest mirror, slapping it hard with the back of his hand as he did so, trying to suppress the fog in the mirror.
Song Qinghe raised the oil lamp higher, the flame shining directly on the black jar, making the yellow cloth half-transparent, and the outline of the pulsating thing underneath became clearer.
Lu Yuan wanted this move.
"The photo is out."
He said in a low voice.
Tie Suanpan suddenly looked up, as if realizing something, and his voice changed: "Don't look!"
But it was too late.
In the instant the yellow cloth became partially transparent, what appeared beneath the mouth of the jar was not a complete human figure, nor a beast's shadow, but a face pasted onto the inner wall of the jar.
An extremely thin face.
He had no eyebrows, his eye sockets were sunken, his nose looked like it had been shaved off, but the corners of his mouth were split high, like a smile, or like skin that had been forcibly torn off.
That's not a painted face.
It's a face that's been pasted inside.
And that face had no eyeballs.
In each of its two eye sockets was a tiny black dot, like a seed, which was gradually bulging outwards.
"The Eye Seed of an Evil God".
Lin Zhaoxuan's voice tightened: "It's growing eyes!"
Lu Yuan's expression turned extremely cold.
This is neither a trial run nor a simple evil object in the shrine.
This means that after being supported for a certain period of time, one first develops eyesight, then recognizes people, and then borrows their body.
Once it develops eyes, all the paths, mirrors, banners, and bells that have been fed in the entire mountain will become eyes for it.
At this moment, Tie Suanpan seemed to completely lose his composure, his hands trembled, and he actually took half a step back.
Lu Yuan immediately seized the opportunity and shouted, "Iron Abacus, if you back down, I'll open this jar."
"If you want to live, tell me everything about that thing inside!"
Iron Abacus's lips trembled, and for the first time, genuine panic appeared in his eyes: "We can't lift it—it's not a jar."
"It's an eye bed."
"What's enshrined inside are the eyelids of God, the first place where He looks at people."
Lu Yuan's gaze sharpened: "Eye bed?"
"How many steps is it left?"
Iron Abacus's throat bobbed, as if he were swallowing some bitter water: "One eye is missing."
"It's missing someone who can keep watch over it."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan immediately scanned everyone present.
Wang Chengan, Xu Erxiao, Lin Zhaoxuan, Zhou Heng, and Song Qinghe finally landed on Tie Suanpan's face.
Iron Abacus felt a chill run down his spine from that gaze, and he abruptly stepped back, shouting, "It wasn't me!"
"I'm no longer the right person!"
Lu Yuan didn't ask who it was because he already understood.
The evil god being nurtured in this jar has long been dissatisfied with being fed only offerings.
It is waiting for someone who can connect with it, someone who is on the same page, someone who is on the same path, to help it complete the final "opening of its eyes".
Just then, the thin face on the jar slowly grinned.
A very low laugh seeped out from inside the jar, clinging to the wooden wall, like countless fine needles scraping against the earlobe.
Immediately afterwards, those black dot-like "eyes" jumped up.
Two faint lights shone under the yellow cloth.
As soon as those two faint lights appeared, the temperature in the entire underground chamber seemed to be instantly sucked out.
It's not cold, it's empty.
It was as if someone had taken away the last breath from the house, leaving only the damp, earthy smell and the astringent taste of rice and salt.
And there was that chilling, sweet-smelling stench that slowly rose from the bottom of the jar.
Lu Yuan immediately looked away from the mouth of the jar, avoiding direct gaze at the two faint lights.
He knew that it was most dangerous to look directly at an evil spirit when it opened its eyes.
Once you look at each other, your mind is easily captivated.
"Don't look at its eye sockets!"
Lu Yuan shouted sternly, "Watch the rope, watch the ground, watch the talisman, and don't stare at the mouth of the altar!"
Wang Cheng'an instinctively wanted to look up, but the shout stopped him abruptly. He immediately turned his gaze away, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
"Brother Lu, that thing is looking for someone."
Lu Yuandao immediately replied, "I know."
"So none of you should match it up."
Xu Erxiao's face turned pale, but he didn't panic. His right hand was still pressing down on the earthenware basin, while his left hand had already pulled out a handful of glutinous rice.
He threw it down into the black crack in the ground.
With a "thud," the glutinous rice fell to the ground, and a few grains bounced up as if something was supporting them from below.
Xu Erxiao whispered, "It's making noises underground too."
Lu Yuan looked at the few grains of glutinous rice that bounced up, his gaze growing even deeper: "It's a return of energy."
"What it previously consumed, it now has to spit out."
Iron Abacus had retreated to the side of the altar, his face even more ashen, and his lips trembling.
He clearly understood better than anyone that once his eyes lit up, things would no longer be as simple as "suppressing the jar".
That was no ordinary evil altar.
That was the bed for "opening the eyes" of evil gods.
Once the bed is opened, God truly begins to "see people".
Lu Yuan raised his hand and flipped it over, placing a soul-suppressing talisman in his palm.
With his other hand, he quickly pulled a thin copper needle from his bag. The end of the needle was wrapped with black thread, and the end of the thread was tied to the hole of a copper coin.
Seeing this, Lin Zhaoxuan's eyes flickered slightly: "You want to nail the eye?"
Lu Yuan replied, "It's not about nailing holes, it's about nailing the door first."
Then Lu Yuan shifted his feet, lowered his body, and slid half a step away as if he were skimming the ground.
Instead of rushing towards the mouth of the jar, he went straight to the crack in the brick that was half-buried in the soil behind the black jar.
Upon seeing this, Tie Suanpan's expression changed drastically: "How did you know there was a crack in the door?"