Without even sidering the option of ing up the bodies and the se, the ushed her Qi to course through her meridians at the maximum capacity, and at the same time activated all of the blessed artifacts she carried, hoping to suppress the curse.

  tless little cws scratg and cutting her skin; thousands and tens of thousands of tiny needles poking into her veins, meridians and even into her bones, sug out her blood, Qi and even bone marrow. Snakes were squirming iomach. Worms and ants were crawling in her muscles and internal ans.

  All of this was but illusions, brought to her by the curse. She knew, and she forced herself to calm down and keep up her speed on her way back. When she made it back to her base, she could perform a ritual to temporarily seal this curse, or even have her cohorts help her lift it pletely. To her horror, all her artifacts kept crag up and pletely breaking one by one, none of them could halt the curse even by more than half a minute.

  “Shit! SHIT!” The woman swore as she glided through the chill night air. After a short while, the only thiween her and the creepi unintelligibly heavy dark aura, was a simple jade Buddha pendant on her waist. Right now, a shade of dark yellow was gradually corroding from the outer rims of the pendant, leaving small cracks in its path. When all the green was gos prote over the woman would also be fully expended.

  Strangely, her other much more expeifacts were destroyed and turned into crumbs and ashes in the wind already. Yet, this cheap looking pendant gifted to her by an old monk at a nameless temple seemed to have ehe curse much lohahers. Lucky for her, with her full speed, she got her base in sight already.

  “Help! Help me!” She stumbled through the outer wall and into the front yard of her base: “Artifacts! Bring me some artifacts!”

  “What’s happening?” A man in a full body dark cloak came out from the inner room: “Mei? What happened?”

  “Curse! That clergyman - ” The wolf mask cracked and fell onto the ground, turning into dried up barks and ashes. The woman’s face was that of a model-like beauty, with a thin scar on her left forehead. But this did not st, the scar grew wider and burst open, releasing dark green and foul goo instead of blood.

  She could not finish her sentence, for a simple reason - the jade Buddha pendant pletely turned yellow, crumbling into dust and grains of sand. For a moment, she thought she could hear a light sigh ing from the dust.

  “BITCH!” Seeing the woman turning into a pile of mush and crisp in the yard, and feeling a dark and chilling aura looming over himself, the man in a full body dark cloak cursed and tried to rush into the inner room ao the altar at the ter.

  In the inner room, there was another man in a full cloak standing beside the altar, and four other monk-looking individuals, wearing almost nothing sitting with their legs crossed iation poses in the ers with cloth bags over their heads.

  “Curse! Curse!” The man struggled, scratg his bad his ihigh. Before long, he even took off almost all of his clothes just so he could scratch the untrolble itch: “Help me!”

  Ihis inner room ahe altar, the effects of the curse seemed to have slowed down. But this made the man’s suffering even mrueling - the skins on his arms were swollen and blistering, dark marks crawled up his chest and his neck. He scratched harder and harder, at the same time his skin and muscles decayed and rotted. In just mere moments, he tore pieces of his own flesh and skin off, and tinued without even stopping.

  The other man in a full body dark cloak took a step ba panic, for he had never seen something like this before. But horrified as he was, he was in no mood to catch it and instead instinctively avoided it like the pgue.

  The four monk-like individuals were surprised as well, and all of whom ted a quick spell before pointing their fingers at the almost pletely bare man who was scratg his own flesh off his bones. Four bright yellow streams of densed energy shot at the bloody man rolling on the ground. Like thin spears or pikes, the streams of energy peed the man’s body, stopping his movement and leaving four steaming holes behind.

  Fmes arose from the man’s body. Bright yellow and e fme scorched the body from iurning it into ashes before long.

  “What - what is this?” The only man in a cloak asked the four individuals sitting in the ers: “WHAT IS THIS!?”

  “Curse, a curse of the foul, fell soul.” One of the individuals sighed through the bag on his head: “Too bad, too bad. This humble monk expected so, just hought it would dawn on all of us so early.”

  “What?!” The man in a cloak rushed to this individual and clutched his fingers over the individual’s neck: “Answer me! What the fuck happened!?”

  “Yours is a path of defilement and corrosion. Yours is a path of desecration and sin.” Another individual sighed, aly yahe metal s embedded in his ribs araining him to the er: “Namo Amitabha. Our time, is nigh.”

  “It is right. It is right.” The other two individuals hen started ting in unison.

  The man in a cloak tried to say something else, but his words were cut short, as the individual whose throat was grabbed by him started ting as well. And within just mere moments, his skin was engulfed in fmes.

  Ihan a mihe bodies of all four individuals turned into ashes and dirt.

  The altar cracked and crumbled. And the man in a cloak started sensing a sense of itess crawling through his entire body from his bad his legs.