Chapter 80: Blood Curse Explodes Heart: Special Spirit Medium

Hm? It can shake its head?

Seems it actually has a brain—more clever than Jason.

But having a brain doesn’t help.

Louis smiled faintly, and all fifty-four blood beads shattered at once.

“No!!”

The ogre screamed in human speech for the first time—but it was too late.

A force stronger than before surged into its body; the blood… seemed… alive?

They gained their own will, conversing, arguing, fighting, destroying, forming an army that waged war on every organ.

Organs, limbs, flesh, skin—spreading outward layer by layer.

At this moment, the ogre’s body lost all control; its limbs twitched involuntarily, like a grotesque, awkward dance.

Even the students fleeing everywhere turned to stare.

Louis ignored the students, watching closely—if the Blood Curse failed, he’d have to try other methods. He glanced at his own hands and feet; his physical condition and martial skills were quite decent.

Fortunately, the Blood Curse wasn’t weak.

Amid the blood’s chaos, countless rebel blood armies finally traveled along the blood vessels—these supply routes—to reach the heart, their stronghold…

Thump-thump-thump!

More and more blood gathered here, fighting to seize the heart; they even began to boil!

Glub-glub-glub…

Finally, the layer of flesh could no longer withstand the exploding blood—cracks appeared, then a second, then a third!

“Aaaahhhhh!!”

A hoarse roar echoed through the night.

Boom!

The chest exploded violently, spewing hot crimson steam, followed by sticky clumps of flesh.

Louis slowly extinguished the flames, feeling the nearly depleted internal Qi within him—he sighed helplessly; short cultivation time meant scarce Qi, a hard limitation.

Why doesn’t something come along to speed up my cultivation…

He shook his head and looked at the ogre lying on the ground.

The ogre had changed drastically—its limbs shriveled to skin over bone, its chest split open to reveal a hollowed torso with most internal organs gone; only its head remained normal.

Compared to its body, it looked like a grotesque big-headed doll.

Yet it was still alive—its eyes blinked, its tongue licked its lips, staring at Louis with greed tinged with fear.

?

Greed?

Louis froze, recalling the ogre’s peculiar feeding requirements.

Damn, am I a target too?

No wonder it charged straight at me without hesitation—it was all because of this.

At this moment, many students who had fled but not gone far gathered closer, watching the ogre and the suddenly appearing Louis with fear and curiosity; behind Louis, Mimi also approached. “Is it… dead?”

“Not yet.”

Louis answered absently, thinking about how to transport the thing.

One male student, seemingly curious, crept closer, wanting to check if the monster was dead.

Louis frowned, pulling out the gun he’d kept behind his back. “Step back. I won’t say it again.”

!!!

The boy flinched violently and stepped back several paces.

Horror movies always have these stupid fools who court death.

Everyone was startled, their gazes shrinking with fear. To modern humans, though the supernatural was shocking, they still instinctively yielded to the threat of firearms.

Of course, if some idiot truly believed Louis wouldn’t shoot, he wouldn’t hesitate to fire.

Louis snorted, stepped forward, and studied the still-living monster. First, he burned off every sharp, slender claw around its head that might pose a threat.

Then he stomped on its head, pinning it face-down, and seized its neck—now reduced to spine and a thin layer of skin and flesh.

He twisted gently.

Sssss!!

A collective gasp of shock rippled through the crowd.

Louis glanced at them.

In truth, he’d preferred they do the twisting—it would’ve been more forgiving—but given their potential for stupidity, he chose to do it himself for safety.

He looked at the dried husk on the ground and blew lightly.

Xiong Xiong’s flames ignited it.

As for the head in his hand, Louis planned to improvise—wrap it in several layers of the school bus’s metal sheets to make a temporary sealed box.

But as he stared at the mostly intact head, he frowned. It still felt unstable—he had to trim it further! He had to!

Thinking this, he immediately pulled out another string of Blood Curse beads.

!!!

Seeing this, the ogre’s eyes bulged as if they might pop out—if it still had a neck, it would’ve cursed him. But it couldn’t.

All it could do was glare at Louis with hatred, as if determined to etch his face into its memory.

Louis ignored it. Once something was in his hands, letting it escape would be a miracle. He shattered one blood bead—immediately, the ogre’s gaze grew slightly unfocused, its head began to wither, yet it still lived.

That’s enough.

If it could still break free after this, Louis would accept defeat.

But as Louis kicked the monster’s head toward the school bus, preparing to retrieve some metal sheets, the head suddenly twisted—and grinned. Then it vanished.

After gathering several bags and using tools from the torn roof to cut some metal sheets, Louis easily fashioned a cylindrical iron box.

He sealed the head inside.

Yet after finishing, Louis didn’t leave immediately—he began carefully reviewing the events.

This was a habit he’d formed after the Mary Shaw incident—in a horror world full of recurring twists, the “backstab” trick was essential to learn and remember.

After thinking it through, Louis found no oversight, and finally turned to Mimi, who had been trailing behind him.

Now, it was time to examine this rare talent—the one who could project her soul.

He’d once briefly spoken with the spirit medium Ellis, whom his grandfather had hired, but Ellis refused to reveal anything—perhaps because Louis had been too young at the time.

Now he had a living, available practitioner to study—he couldn’t let this chance slip.

Louis invited her to talk inside the school bus; his classmates, meanwhile, scattered to search for the students who had run off.

“So your ability just appeared now? You’ve never had it before?”

“Yes, never happened before. But I’ve been lucky—I’ve never encountered anything strange in my life. I wonder if it’s related.”

Louis fell into thought.

Does it activate uncontrollably only during danger?

And soul projection, communication with other souls, even a hint of prophecy…

What is this?

A special spirit medium? Or something else?

(End of Chapter)