Chapter 65 Blood Talisman

Deep in a natural cave in Changbai Mountain, a pool of blood was rippling constantly. A pair of originally transparent magatama had turned blood red. The magatama connected to each other seemed to be moving in the blood pool as if they had spirits, and the rising blood mist filled the space.

Zheng Wenjie, wrapped in rags, leaned against the cliff, staring at the opposite wall with a dull look. He had been like this for more than a month. A sound of green smoke entered Zheng Wenjie's ears.

Since hearing the broadcast more than two months ago, the two cities on the Japanese island have felt temperatures exceeding 4,000 degrees. Then came the news that the Japanese invaders announced their unconditional surrender.

The carnival all over the city woke Zheng Wenjie up from the endless killing and bloodletting day and night. He returned to the cave and was in a daze. More than a month had passed.

"The Japanese have surrendered! When will you come to Hong Kong Island, Ajie? Wait for me. I'm taking a boat back to the Northeast right now!"

Zheng Wenjie was awakened by Gong Ruomei's voice transmission at this moment. In a trance, he took out the magatama from the red coffin and sent a message to Gong Ruomei.
"No, wait for me."

Standing up, Zheng Wenjie looked at the cave shrouded in red mist as if in another world. Finally, his mind and body relaxed. He tore off his tattered clothes and jumped into the pool of blood. Everything was over.

The blood-red magatama pressed tightly against Zheng Wenjie's brow, his body sank into the blood pool, and the blood mist was also gathered into the blood pool.

Seven days later, Madonna brought Mao Xiaofang's apprentice Xiao Hai and his successor He Yingqiu to the top of the Biren Peak. Xiao Hai was already over 40 years old and had married and had children, but the combined magical powers of the two of them were still not as good as He Yingqiu, who was only ten years old.

Madonna was also helpless. Although the ancestors of their Ma family had some stubborn personalities, they were still well-connected after thousands of years of inheritance.

But after so many years of war, there were only two or three cats left. She went to their homes one by one to ask for help, and in the end only Mao Xiaofang's apprentice and successor stood up and were willing to lend a helping hand.

“It’s really strange! The ashes have piled up into a mountain. The resentment should be more intense than that in a mass grave, but the compass has no reaction at all!” Xiao Hai said curiously, holding up the compass.

"Because of fire! The fire that burns the corpse is not ordinary fire. Even the foul air and resentment inside the corpse are burned away!" said He Yingqiu, who only reached Xiaohai's abdomen.

Madonna nodded at He Yingqiu. Although He Yingqiu was still young, he had accepted Mao Xiaofang's inheritance in his dream, and his magical powers and knowledge were not weak.

Xiao Hai patted his forehead and suddenly realized what was going on, but he still asked curiously, "That's not right! So many people died, where are their souls? The compass doesn't react at all! This place is not a Feng Shui treasure land, nor has it become a place of evil. This shouldn't be right!"

Madonna interrupted Xiao Hai who was thinking: "Don't worry about it! It's getting late. According to the plan, you and Xiao Qiu will set up the formation at the entrance of the cave, and I will go and lure Zheng Wenjie out!"

"If, I mean if! If I can't beat him, I will hold him back, and you can just run away with Xiao Qiu. Don't worry about me, I have a way to escape."

Xiao Hai nodded: "Don't worry! Running away is what I am best at, I will definitely not drag you down."

He Yingqiu was speechless. He looked up at Xiao Hai, knowing that Xiao Hai did not understand what Madonna meant. He then looked at the determined Madonna and said, "I will not run away! My master said that it is the duty of people of my generation to eliminate demons and defend the Way! Uncle Ma has made up his mind, so I cannot back down!"

Madonna patted He Yingqiu's head in annoyance: "You have only learned Taoism for a few years! If you can't defeat the zombies, what's the point of you staying here? It's better to run first, so that I can find a chance to escape!" Xiao Hai nodded repeatedly and pulled He Yingqiu's arm: "Yes, little brother, if you can't defeat the zombies, we will only cause trouble if we stay! When you are stronger than Master in the future, come and avenge your escape today!"

Madonna was so angry that she swung her peach wood sword and hit Xiao Hai on the back. She looked at him and yelled, "Brother Hai! What do you mean by running away?"

He Yingqiu pulled Madonna's arm and shook it: "Uncle Ma, don't be angry, it's almost dark, let's go to the cave quickly."

"I told my master about this in my dream, and he taught me a very powerful formation that can definitely control the zombies and prevent them from breaking free!"

Hearing that Mao Xiaofang had also taken action, Madonna also gained some confidence. She was indeed a little worried that she would not be Zheng Wenjie's opponent. After all, Zheng Wenjie was not a general. Zheng Wenjie had killed hundreds of thousands of people! She had never seen such a ferocious zombie before, and Madonna was also worried that she would not be a match.

But Madonna was confident that she would come. The dragon summoned by the Pure World Dragon Ball in her body would definitely destroy Zheng Wenjie! This was the experience of the ancestors of the Ma family. Apart from Jiang Chen, no ghosts could resist the Ma family dragon!

At this time in the cave, Zheng Wenjie was sitting cross-legged in the cave where there was no trace of blood, and a pair of blood-red magatamas connected to each other were floating in front of him.

Zheng Wenjie felt his own growing power and opened his eyes in disappointment. His strength and power intensity had indeed been enhanced, but it had not reached the level of Red Eyes. It could only be said that it had reached the limit of a second-generation zombie.

But he could already feel the level, and Zheng Wenjie was determined. As long as he could break this unknown restriction, he would be able to evolve into a red-eyed zombie.

By then, he will be able to fly into the sky and hide underground, and will be able to fight against the gods on Mount Kunlun and the Hades in the underworld.

Zheng Wenjie stretched out his palm, and the floating magatama automatically fell into his palm. At this time, it no longer looked like a magatama, but more like a red jade talisman, a heart-shaped jade talisman, red like a small heart.

Zheng Wenjie nodded with satisfaction. Although he failed to refine the Blood Spirit Pearl, it was also good to refine a spiritual magic weapon. Perhaps because it absorbed hundreds of thousands of souls, the blood talisman was very spiritual and could communicate with Zheng Wenjie's mind.

Zheng Wenjie just tried the blood talisman a little bit ago, and the remaining blood pool was directly absorbed by the blood talisman without missing a single bit. Even the soil and stone walls soaked in the blood pool returned to their original color, which almost scared Zheng Wenjie. As his mind moved, streams of blood came out from the blood talisman again. Zheng Wenjie took a sip and found that it was not only fresh, but also had plenty of energy.

Zheng Wenjie was already very satisfied to know that the blood talisman could store and refine blood. The remaining blood in the blood pool was enough for Zheng Wenjie to drink for hundreds of years. At least the hard work of these four years was not wasted.

He brought the blood talisman close to his chest, and it naturally stuck tightly to Zheng Wenjie. He stood up and jumped easily, standing firmly on the edge of the blood pool. He looked around and patted his head hard. His memory of the past four years became blurred as his mind fluctuated.

Zhao Li had reminded Zheng Wenjie when he borrowed clothes four years ago. He took out a long gown from the red coffin and put it on. He walked out of the cave without any reluctance. Standing at the entrance of the cave, Zheng Wenjie's expression became a little strange. Three people, a man, a woman, two adults and a child, were crawling towards him.

Zheng Wenjie was very familiar with the woman's appearance. He had even dreamed that her dragon came to cause trouble for him. There was no need for him to guess from which direction they were coming. Zheng Wenjie knew that they were coming for him.

Zheng Wenjie pulled out a Type 97 sniper rifle used by the Japanese invaders from the red coffin, aimed at the compass in Xiaohai's hand, and without hesitation, shot the compass down with a very accurate shot without hurting Xiaohai.

(End of this chapter)