Chapter 65: 64, The Ghost-Dependent Elixir Formula

64, The Ghost-Dependent Elixir Formula

The sour stench of fermenting grain filled the wine cellar.

Zhou Chang sniffed, and beyond the scent of fermenting grain, he faintly distinguished the foul odor of a decaying corpse.

He still lay in the coffin within the fermentation pit where the stone tablet 'Wen Yongsheng' stood at the front; Wen San and Wen Si, their faces covered in knife scars and burn marks, lifted the two ends of the coffin lid to cover him.

The two looked at Zhou Chang inside the coffin, their expressions somewhat complex.

As the coffin lid slowly closed, Wen San couldn't help but say to Zhou Chang: "How did you—come back again?

This time, you won't have a chance to get out..."

"Am I going to die?"

Zhou Chang, lying in the coffin, blinked his eyes.

Wen San said nothing, only shaking his head and sighing.

"Buzz!"

The coffin lid closed completely, and darkness swallowed Zhou Chang's vision.

At the very moment the coffin lid closed, a palm-length iron piece was quietly tossed into the coffin by Wen Si, landing right beside Zhou Chang's hand.

Zhou Chang fumbled to pick up the iron piece and examined it before his eyes—

On one side of the rust-stained iron piece, someone had ground it down over the years, forming a thin, sharp edge.

This iron piece had been deliberately ground into a small knife; the unsharpened end was carefully wrapped in several layers of rag. Such a crude little knife, in many situations, served a negligible purpose.

Inside a coffin, trying to pry open the wooden lid with such a small knife was nothing short of a pipe dream.

But holding a small knife in hand could at least provide some psychological comfort.

Inside the coffin.

After observing the small knife for a while, Zhou Chang sighed and tucked the knife close to his body.

Threads of thought, strand by strand, slithered out from between his eyebrows and wove into clothes on his body surface.

Since Grandmother Bai of the Bai family enhanced his thought threads, allowing them to directly transform into water and freeze into ice, locking and trapping the feeding thoughts of Zhou Er Yang, Zhou Chang's thought threads seemed to have made no progress on the surface, but Zhou Chang could feel that his current thought threads had undergone an essential difference from before.

—Previously, once the thought threads grew into iron thought threads, they ceased to grow further.

Now, his thought threads might very well break through the level of 'iron thought threads' and continue to grow.

Grandmother Bai of the Bai family, Bai Pandi, was the source of Zhou Chang's thought threads and Bai Xiue's lotus threads.

The thought threads swarmed into the purple-black lips in the palm of Zhou Chang's left hand, turning into streams of black cotton threads that wove up and down in layers around his sleeve cuffs.

In an instant, Zhou Chang put on that Ghost Funeral Robe, and a sinister, terrifying aura emanated from him.

He used his mind for two tasks at once: guiding the portion of thought threads transformed into black cotton threads out of the coffin to wait for absorbing the mycelium growing on the rice mounds, while simultaneously making another portion of the cotton threads stretch straight and pierce deep into the Nian corpse's shell.

The Nian corpse's shell trembled!

The Ghost Funeral Robe tightly wrapped the shell, suppressing its struggles!

This time, Zhou Chang prepared to try some new tricks.

At this moment, Qian Chaodong's voice came from very high and very far away, forming a chaotic echo throughout the wine cellar: "Begin fermentation!"

"Begin fermentation!"

"Begin fermentation!"

The echoes layered one upon another, instantly transforming into the different voices of men, women, old, and young.

Those numerous voices shouted in unison, and in that instant, suddenly merged into a gloomy male voice Zhou Chang had never heard before: "Begin fermentation!"

"Buzz..."

Inside the wine cellar, mycelium grew out of the piles of grain atop every fermentation pit.

The grain mountains were wrapped by mycelium, gradually becoming rice mounds!

Among the people who came to the Yongsheng wine cellar to treat madness, ninety percent actually had no illness; they merely thought they had gone mad, suffering from hysteria—thus, in the past, the piles of grain covering the many fermentation pits could not ferment mycelium or grow into rice mounds.

However, now, as that gloomy male voice fell, all the grain piles in the entire wine cellar began to ferment mycelium and grow into rice mounds!

The 'people' buried deep within each of these fermentation pits might all have gone mad!

Or perhaps, whether mycelium could grow on the grain piles was never the standard for judging whether someone had gone mad!

"Swish swish swish!"

Clusters of black cotton threads drilled out of the fermentation pit where Zhou Chang was situated, spreading in all directions, crazily absorbing the purified delusional thoughts from every rice mound around!

Those clusters of cotton thread thought threads, transformed by the Ghost Funeral Robe, absorbed pure spiritual power; a portion remained on the Ghost Funeral Robe—the sinister, terrifying aura shrouding the Ghost Funeral Robe gradually faded.

The majority of the spiritual power was directly absorbed by Zhou Chang's living soul!

The rice mounds from all directions continuously sprouted mycelium, only to have the spiritual power continuously absorbed by the cotton thread thought threads, causing the mycelium to wither and vanish one by one!

Under the continuous infusion of vast spiritual energy, Zhou Chang's spirit was complete and his qi abundant, his mind clear!

His five senses continued to strengthen!

Even, when his thoughts attached to the outwardly spreading cotton thread thought threads, he could use those threads to perceive the blurred situation outside!

"Let's begin..."

Zhou Chang's eyes emitted light in the pitch-black coffin chamber, sparks of electricity flashing in his gaze.

He murmured softly, and once his thought settled—the other cotton thread thought threads piercing into the Nian corpse's flesh shell had their tips become hollow; clusters of cotton threads, as if transformed into individual needles, began absorbing the delusional feeding qi from within the Nian corpse's shell!

"Hiss—"

Rolling waves of delusional feeding qi flowed through the hollow thought threads, circulating over the Ghost Funeral Robe on Zhou Chang's body!

As before, a portion of the delusional feeding qi was intercepted by the Ghost Funeral Robe, while a portion was directly infused into Zhou Chang's living soul!

The spiritual energy absorbed from the rice mounds made Zhou Chang's spirit vigorous and his five senses robust;

The delusional feeding qi absorbed from within the Nian corpse's body caused Zhou Chang's nature soul to be severely impacted, his mind bewildered and confused!

Two utterly different auras interlaced upon Zhou Chang's nature soul!

Or, delusive thoughts and devouring Qi burned like raging fire, forging Zhou Chang's soul!

Or, spiritual energy resembled a cold pool, tempering Zhou Chang's spirit!

His soul, like a piece of raw iron, under the mutual impact of the two forces, guided deliberately by his own control of the center, was gradually shaped and gradually honed into a sharp edge!

"Aaaaaah—!"

The Jian corpse shrieked loudly; the devouring thoughts it had accumulated were wildly draining away, and its shell, as if dehydrated, gradually withered and shrank.

And on the Ghost Longevity Robe wrapping the Jian corpse, the longevity-character patterns one by one turned into pairs of ghastly white lips and teeth.

Chaotic devouring Qi and clear spiritual power acted together upon Zhou Chang's living soul; Zhou Chang's right eye observed the real and clear reality before him, while in his left eye, chaotic scenes floated up—

The broken and twisted characters from the "Great Essence Heart Golden Scripture" rapidly assembled in his left-eye vision, forming complete yet twisted little figures.

Those little figures hopped and jumped, drilling into the pupil of Zhou Chang's left eye; Zhou Chang's left eye observed Ghost Longevity Robes with ghastly white lips and teeth growing on his body, while a voice sounded in his ear:

"Medicinal material: the terrifying root of nature contained in a human fetus...

Inferior grade...

Can serve as a medicinal guide for the 'Ghost-Side Pill Formula'...

Apply the 'Six Needles of the Hidden Needle Lady' to augment this medicine and elevate its quality...

'The Six Needles of the Hidden Needle Lady': first, called Flying Knot; silently recite 'Hidden Needle, Hidden Needle, flying flowers unseen,' thus obtaining the Hidden Needle Lady's cast a spell, using the Flying Knot to lock the thread..."