kingnovel Chapter 763: Blood Moon Appears and Souls Are Dyed
Chapter 763: Blood Moon Appears and Souls Are Dyed
Zuo Qing's leather heels made sharp tapping sounds on the stairs, each one hurting his eardrums.
The iron door of the isolation room is right in front of me.
He saw a dark shadow seeping out from the crack of the door.
Like a ball of ink that cannot be dissolved, it is crawling along the wall towards the corridor.
"Back off!" He kicked the guard away and put the muzzle of his gun against the door lock.
As soon as the lock tongue popped open, the smell of rotten fish mixed with the smell of rust came out from the door.
Chen Lu sat on the chair, his head hanging low, his chin almost touching his chest - but his shadow climbed up the wall.
It stretched from the ground to the ceiling into a black snake, and its body was covered with mouths, which were opening and closing with a "clicking sound", as if it was chewing something.
"Chen Lu!" Zuo Qing roared, shining the flashlight beam over there.
The man slowly raised his head, his eyes were gray and bloodshot, and his mouth was stretched from ear to ear, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.
His shadow suddenly moved, and wrapped around Zuo Qing's wrist like a black snake, bringing a chill to the bone.
The intercom vibrated in his pocket. Zuo Qing reached for it with his free hand and heard a team member yell, "Captain Zuo! Something's wrong with Chen Yangrong!"
"The monitor is going off the charts. The energy fluctuations in his body are...exactly the same as what we saw in the pit earlier!"
The shadow wrapped around him tighter. Zuo Qing gritted his teeth and pulled the gun, and the bullet was loaded into the chamber with a "click".
"Hold on, I'll be there soon!"
After he shouted into the intercom, he fired a shot at Chen Lu's shadow.
The bullet passed through, but the shadow was like water splashed on oil paper, only cracking and then closing.
Chen Lu suddenly laughed, his voice like two stones grinding against each other: "Run...you can't outrun me, the moon is watching."
The hair on the back of Zuo Qing's neck stood up.
He thought of the photo Lin Qiye had sent—those eyes on the blood moon.
The phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a message from Lin Qiye: [Evacuated, returning to the Demon Suppression Division.]
He quickly typed: [Chen Yangrong has undergone a strange change, go to Warehouse No. 2 immediately.]
When Lin Qiye put his phone back into his trouser pocket, Wu Hen was squatting on the side of the road vomiting.
The fog in the fishing village hadn't dissipated yet, and mixed with the smell of blood, it penetrated my throat. "Qiye, didn't we say we were going to eat fish noodles?"
Wu Hen wiped his mouth and banged the iron rod on the ground, "Are we going to change the route again?"
"Left Team said Chen Yangrong's monitor exploded."
Lin Qiye took out the Demon Slayer Sword and wiped the blood off. The blade reflected his tense jawline.
"That kid just said he dreamed of a giant octopus in the sea, and now he's suddenly bursting with energy... Doesn't it sound like the Cthulhu texts we looked up?"
Wu Hen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up: "Is it the one that said the ancient god of the deep sea used dreams to pollute people?"
"Fuck me!"
"Then Chen Yangrong won't be used as a mouthpiece, right?"
"Shut up." Lin Qiye put the knife back into the sheath.
“We’ll see what the situation is like there.”
The iron door of Warehouse No. 2 was ajar, and the sound of water splashing could be heard from the gap.
Wu Hen kicked the door open and swept the iron rod over - Chen Yangrong was standing in the middle.
His shirt was completely soaked, and water dripped from the corners of his clothes, forming puddles on the ground, a strange blue color.
His pupils shrank into pinpoints as he stared at the light bulb above his head, his lips opening and closing, making strange gurgling sounds.
"Chen Yangrong!" Lin Qiye called his name, his hand on the hilt of the knife.
The man slowly turned his head, a smile playing on his lips. "He woke up, and he said... he wanted to see the moon."
Wu Hen's iron rod fell to the ground with a clang.
He saw that Chen Yangrong's neck was changing, with long lines bulging under his skin, as if something was drilling into his throat.
Even more frightening was the water beneath his feet.
It was crawling up along the trouser legs, over the waist, over the shoulders, and finally wrapped around his entire body, forming a water ball.
"Is this... the manifestation of the water element?" Wu Hen swallowed his saliva.
"But he wasn't even a junior psyker before!"
The water ball suddenly exploded, and Chen Yangrong floated in the air, his hair standing on end, and his eyes were filled with a faint blue light.
Lin Qiye's demon-slaying sword was unsheathed with a buzz, and the incantations on the blade began to heat up - this was the reaction that would occur when encountering a strong spirit.
"Brother Qiye!" Wu Hen picked up the iron rod,
"The energy fluctuations from him... are even stronger than those in the pit before!"
Chen Yangrong spoke, his voice like two people overlapping: "You can't kill Him. He is in the moon, in the sea, in... in your dreams."
He raised his hand, and the iron roof of the warehouse cracked open with a "click". Moonlight leaked in, making the water marks on his face turn bloody.
Cold sweat broke out on Lin Qiye's back.
He thought of the ancient book he had read the night before, which said, "When the blood moon appears, the ancient gods awaken, and those who see the moon will be stained with their souls."
Chen Yangrong's current state is exactly the same as the "God's Chosen Agent" described in the book - influenced by the power of the ancient gods, his realm can approach the ceiling of humans in a short period of time.
"Wu Hen, don't fight hard!"
Lin Qiye pulled him aside to hide, but Chen Yangrong's palm had already slapped down, creating a big hole in the ground, and the gravel splashed on his face, causing pain.
"Hold!
Why is this kid so fierce all of a sudden? "Wu Hen wiped the blood off his face and swung the iron stick vigorously.
"Brother Qiye, how long will it take for Michael, whom Captain Zuo mentioned, to arrive?"
"Fifteen minutes." Lin Qiye chopped off the Dao Water Blade, the blade shaking his palms so much that they went numb.
“Hold on.”
Chen Yangrong suddenly laughed, his laughter mixed with the roar of the waves: "It's too late, the moon... is about to be full."
The sky outside the warehouse darkened at some point, and the moonlight turned blood red, as if it had been soaked in wine.
The moment Lin Qiye looked up, he saw a shadow moving in the clouds, like the outline of a giant whale.
He thought of the gray mist that erupted from the earth pit at the end of the previous chapter, and of Chen Lu's shadow on the wall.
Suddenly I understood - all these changes were caused by that thing on the blood moon.
"Wu Hen!" he roared.
"Just do as I taught you, hit him in the vital area!"
Wu Hen's iron rod brushed past Chen Yangrong's neck, leaving a trail of blood.
The man felt pain, and the light of the water ball dimmed.
Lin Qiye took the opportunity to rush forward and stabbed the Demon-Slaying Sword straight into his heart - but as soon as the sword touched his skin, it was like it was stuck in water and he had no power at all.
"It's no use." Chen Yangrong's voice changed again, hoarse like sandpaper.
"His power... is beyond your power to resist."
The lights in the warehouse suddenly went out, leaving only the light of the blood moon leaking in from the cracks.
Lin Qiye saw Chen Yangrong's shadow crawling on the ground. It was exactly the same as Chen Lu's shadow before, with a lot of mouths all over it.
He felt a chill on the back of his neck, and finally confirmed that this was not an ordinary psychic mutation, but the power of the ancient gods corroding the human soul.
"Wu Hen, retreat to the door!" Lin Qiye pulled him back.
“Wait for Michael to come!”
"Do you still want to eat the fish noodles?" Wu Hen shouted as he ran, swinging the iron rod.
"I remember you said ten bowls for me!"
Lin Qiye didn't say anything, staring at the blood moon behind Chen Yangrong.
The eyes on the moon seemed to brighten a little, as if staring at them.
He took out his phone and sent a message to Zuo Qing: [The blood moon is abnormal. Chen Yangrong is affected by the power of the ancient god. Quickly call up the "Deep Sea Forbidden Record."]
As soon as he put his phone back into his pocket, Chen Yangrong's roar exploded in his ears: "Don't go! He wants to see you!"
Lin Qiye threw out three pieces of talisman paper with his backhand, and the talisman fire burned suddenly, temporarily forcing Chen Yangrong to retreat.
Just as he and Wu Hen rushed out of the warehouse, they heard the sound of glass breaking behind them.
It was Zuo Qing who arrived with his team members, and the car lights made it impossible to open their eyes.
"What's the situation?" Zuo Qing got out of the car, still holding the gun in his hand.
"The power of the ancient god." Lin Qiye wiped his sweat.
"Just like what's written in the Cthulhu texts, soul pollution."
Zuo Qing's face darkened. "Michael will be here in ten minutes. Let's control Chen Yangrong first."
Wu Hen suddenly tugged at Lin Qiye's sleeve and pointed at the sky: "Qiye, look."
Lin Qiye looked up and saw that the clouds around the blood moon were dissipating. The moon became rounder and redder, like drops of blood about to fall.
Suddenly, huge waves rose on the sea in the distance, and the fishermen's screams were heard.
He heard someone shouting, "Chen Gou!
Chen Gou, why are you walking into the sea?
The sound was torn apart by the wind and floated over mixed with the sound of waves.
Lin Qiye's heartbeat suddenly quickened - Chen Gou was the most timid fisherman in the fishing village.
Normally, I wouldn’t even dare to watch a chicken being killed, so how could I possibly go into the sea?
"Left team." He gripped the knife handle tightly.
“Something big is going to happen in the fishing village.”
Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted.
Following the direction of Wu Hen's finger, he saw the hunched figure on the mudflat—
Chen Gou was mechanically moving towards the sea, his rubber shoes crushing pieces of shells. Blood oozed from the soles of his feet, leaving a dark red line on the sand.
Several fishermen shouted and chased after him, but they stopped three steps away from him, as if blocked by an invisible wall.
"Is that Chen Gou?" Wu Hen clenched the iron rod until his knuckles turned white.
"Chen Gou, who said last month that he wanted to marry a girl from the neighboring village?"
Lin Qiye didn't answer and ran towards the beach.
The fishy smell in the wind suddenly became stronger, as if countless rotten fish were crushed in the air.
He heard a gurgling sound in Chen Gou's throat, like someone scratching a metal basin with fingernails.
It was exactly the same strange sound that Chen Yangrong made just now.
"Chen Gou!" Zuo Qing's gun fired, and the bullet grazed Chen Gou's ear and flew into the sea.
The man finally stopped and slowly turned his head.
Lin Qiye's breathing stagnated - Chen Gou's left eye socket was full of blood.
The fingers were still stuck in there, with white pieces of flesh hanging from the cracks between the nails.
There was a black mist in his right eye, which was creeping up his face along the end of his eye.
The skin quickly ulcerated wherever it passed, revealing the purple veins underneath.
"He said the sea is warm." Chen Gou grinned, and a crack appeared at the corner of his festering mouth.
“He told me to send my eyes over there so that He could see the moon.”
"Fuck!" Wu Hen picked up the iron rod and rushed forward, but was grabbed by Lin Qiye.
He followed Lin Qiye's gaze to the ground beneath Chen Gou's feet—the sand was covered in black tentacles.
It crawled towards their feet like a living thing.
“Don’t touch that stuff.”
Lin Qiye took out the talisman paper, and just as the flames on his fingertips shot up, he heard a clear female voice behind him: "Get out of the way."
An Qingyu squeezed out from the crowd. The hem of her moon-white cheongsam was stained with mud, but the silver hairpin in her hair was still straight.
A ball of faint blue light appeared at her fingertips, which was the sign that the psychic was analyzing the soul.
Lin Qiye loosened his hand - in the entire Demon Suppression Division, An Qingyu was the only one who could analyze the soul level.
Chen Gou suddenly laughed, and black mist surged out from his seven orifices, wrapping around An Qingyu's wrist.
Lin Qiye saw her face turn pale instantly, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead.
The ball of psychic light began to twist, like dough thrown into hot oil.
"Sister An!" Wu Hen was about to rush forward, but Zuo Qing held his shoulders.
Zuo Qing kept his gun pointed at Chen Gou, but he didn't dare to shoot easily: "When the soul is polluted, physical attacks will only stimulate the spread of pollution."
An Qingyu's nails dug deep into his palms.
She could clearly feel the black mist drilling into her sea of consciousness.
It had a familiar fishy-sweet smell—exactly the same as the remnant of the ancient god seen in the shipwreck in the South China Sea three years ago.
What's even more bizarre is that there is a golden thread wrapped in the black fog, connected to Chen Gou's heart like an umbilical cord.
"Blood resonance?" she murmured through gritted teeth.
Memories suddenly flooded back - three months ago when I was sorting out the fishermen's files,
Chen Gou's father, Chen Ashui, went out to sea on a bloody moon night twenty years ago.
When the boat returned, only half of the body was left, with an octopus sucker-shaped wound on its chest.
At the time she thought it was just an ordinary shipwreck, but now it seems...
The black fog suddenly tightened, and a scene flashed before An Qingyu's eyes:
On the dark blue seabed, a huge shadow wrapped in the light of the blood moon, and countless tentacles wrapped around Chen A Shui's ankles, dragging him deeper.
His mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. Only black mist poured out of his throat and penetrated into Chen Gou's body, who was still in his mother's womb.
"It's intergenerational pollution." An Qingyu staggered back, and the black mist on his wrist finally broke off.
Her collar was soaked with cold sweat, and her voice was trembling.
"When Chen Gou's father was contaminated, Chen Gou was still in his mother's womb. The contamination has been passed down through his blood for twenty years."
Lin Qiye got goose bumps on the back of his neck.
He recalled the records in ancient books: "The pollution of ancient gods can attach to bones and blood, and will harm descendants forever" - it turned out that this was not a legend.
Chen Gou suddenly screamed and began to tear his chest with his hands.
The rotten flesh mixed with black blood fell down, revealing the beating heart inside. The ball of golden thread was wrapped around the heart and contracting wildly.
Lin Qiye saw dark patterns appearing on the surface of the heart, exactly like the eyes on the blood moon.
"Save him!" A fisherman rushed forward crying, but his ankles were entangled by the tentacles and dragged into the sand.
Zuo Qing's team members rushed over to pull the man, but the tentacles suddenly turned into sharp spikes and pierced into the back of the team member's hand.
The team member screamed and let go, and bruises immediately appeared on the back of his hand, as if something was crawling under the skin.
"retreat!
Everyone, retreat to the embankment! "Lin Qiye drew out his demon-slaying sword, the incantations on the blade burning red.
He could feel the pollution concentration in the air soaring, and even his breath smelled of rust.
Wu Hen picked up the iron rod and protected An Qingyu in front of him. The iron rod was wrapped with his own spiritual energy.
It glows with a light golden glow - this is what he uses specifically to suppress evil spirits.
An Qingyu suddenly looked up.
She heard the sound of cloth tearing above her head, and the thick dark clouds were being torn apart by some force.
The light of the blood moon leaked down and shone on Chen Gou's heart.
The dark patterns suddenly came to life, swimming towards his limbs like countless small snakes.
"Seven Nights!" she cried,
“Look at the moon!”
Lin Qiye looked up.
At the edge of the dark clouds, a corner of the blood-red moon is slowly emerging. Wherever the moonlight reaches,
The black mist on Chen Gou's body suddenly became sticky, and the tentacles grew wildly, wrapping around the necks of the three fishermen in the blink of an eye.
The fishermen's pupils instantly turned grayish white, and they followed Chen Gou into the sea.
He kept repeating the same words: "He said the sea is warm, He said he would give me eyes..."
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound on the sea, like an old ship plank breaking.
Lin Qiye turned his head and saw a dark shadow rising from the sea level in the distance.
The outline of the boat was clearly visible in the light of the blood moon - it was a fishing boat, its sails torn to pieces, and figures lying on the deck.
The nearest fisherman suddenly screamed, "That's...that's Grandpa Wang's boat!
He said he was going to the open sea last month, why now..."
Before he could finish his words, the sound of shattering glass was heard on the boat.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and saw dark red marks on the side of the ship, which glowed strangely under the blood moon.
What was even more bizarre was that the sea water around the ship was boiling, with large strings of bubbles coming out.
As each bubble burst, a brief, heart-wrenching scream could be heard.
"Brother Qiye..." Wu Hen's voice tightened.
"Are all the people on that boat..."
Lin Qiye didn't answer.
He stared at the slowly approaching fishing boat, gripping the demon-slaying sword tighter in his hand.
The light of the blood moon grew brighter and brighter, and Chen Gou's laughter mixed with the sound of the waves crashed into my ears.
He suddenly remembered what An Qingyu said about intergenerational pollution - if Chen Gou's father's pollution had been passed down for twenty years,
Then the fishermen on this boat...are their families also somewhere, walking into the sea like Chen Gou?
"Left!" he called over his shoulder.
"Have all team members block the coastline and prohibit any fishermen from approaching the sea!
Notify the Demon Suppression Division to retrieve the "Forbidden Bloodline Records", quickly!
Zuo Qing had the intercom pressed to his ear, his face paler than the blood moon: "Headquarters said... similar situations have occurred in all coastal fishing villages.
Michael's plane arrives in five minutes, but..."
His voice was torn apart by the sea breeze.
Lin Qiye watched Chen Gou's figure sink into the sea, and watched the polluted fishermen jump in one after another.
Watching the broken ship getting closer and closer to the shore, the bloodstains on the side of the ship were reflected in the moonlight.
Slowly, strange, octopus suction cup-like dark patterns appeared.
The blood moon finally rose completely.