Infinite Flow: An Invitation from World B

Chapter 103 The Secret Blessing

Li Na's mind went blank, and driven by instinct, she wanted to stand up and run away.

But my body felt frozen in place; I couldn't move my hands or feet, only my heart was pounding so hard it hurt my chest.

The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows of the memorial tablets on the table.

The shadows slowly stretched out, crawled along the ground to her side, and then covered Li Na, making the surroundings suddenly cold and dark.

"Outrageous...outrageous..."

The voice rang out again, but it was no longer just one person's voice; it was a mixture of many voices, cold and hoarse, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, a tremendous force pulled Li Na, dragging her toward the memorial tablet, so strong it felt like it was going to crush her bones.

Her whole body stiffened, and she couldn't scream. She could only watch helplessly as she was dragged toward those cold memorial tablets, the words on them becoming blurred and indistinct.

"I apologize... I apologize..."

A somber voice echoed in Li Na's ears as she was dragged to the memorial tablet.

"Thump!"

Li Na's head slammed heavily to the ground, and blood gushed out.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Li Na's pupils were dilated, her expression blank, like a puppet being manipulated, her head being slammed heavily against the ground again and again.

............

Zhao Hu was pacing anxiously inside the house. After Li Na left, everyone lit incense to mark the time.

Half an hour had passed, but there was still no sound outside.

"I can't wait any longer, I'll go check it out."

After speaking briefly, he gave the others the secret code and then walked towards the ancestral hall.

The imagined bloody scene did not occur; Li Na was not in the ancestral hall.

Like Li Na, Jian Yu also noticed the object placed in the center of the room.

Jianyu stepped forward, glanced at the prepared items on the ground, and immediately understood the situation.

She picked up the booklet and flipped through it; it had 60 pages in total.

It wasn't a long book, but what truly alarmed Jianyu was its contents.

The booklet, read from front to back, contained highly taboo secret prayers, the kind of prayers she was all too familiar with.

It is usually a document used as the key element in sacrificial rituals.

The secret incantations in this booklet belong to the category of clandestine incantations used in evil ritual formations.

However, when read backwards, it is a regular eulogy.

Jianyu picked up the used yellow paper from the side, a chill running through her.

She dipped her finger into the still-dry liquid in the inkstone and smelled it. Upon discovering it was blood, she knew something was wrong.

In the ancestral hall, in front of all the ancestors, to use blood to perform a secret incantation is not just a great act of treason, but tantamount to betraying one's ancestors and committing a heinous crime.

Jianyu immediately took the papers to the ancestral tablet, kowtowed three times, and then quickly lit the papers with a candle.

He kept burning the offerings while apologizing.

After doing all this, she returned to her original spot.

Jianyu dared not pour Li Na's blood on the ground, so she drank it directly, leaving only a layer in the inkstone.

Then he cut off a strand of his own hair and put it in as well.

Jianyu picked up the candle beside her and lit the hair in the inkstone. Then she picked up the wooden stick, which was the thin wooden stick.

She murmured softly as she carefully placed the wooden tally across the inkstone.

After the fire in the inkstone had burned out, Jianyu picked up the wooden tally sticks.

The wooden tally was not charred by the fire; instead, it became even shinier.

Jianyu brought the basin of water to her side and dipped a wooden stick in the water.

She turned to the last page of the booklet, preparing to copy it backwards—not only the book had to be copied backwards, but even her writing habits had to be reversed.

Essentially, this secret formula can be copied anywhere, but they were all placed here by chance.

Jian Yu speculates that the purpose of this arrangement was partly because they had made a mistake, which could then be sacrificed to that evil entity.

Only when evil beings devour people can stability be achieved.

On the other hand, it also allows for the completion of the copying of this secret blessing, which is a win-win situation.

Jianyu kept thinking to herself, but her hands didn't stop working.

The ordinary water turned a light pink the moment it touched the yellow paper, then gradually deepened in color, eventually becoming bright red.

Jianyu was very fast; it was done in half an hour.

"Bang!"

Zhao Hu heard the sound of the clapper, but still couldn't see Jian Yu, which puzzled him.

Hearing the gong meant he had to leave now, and without hesitation, Zhao Hu quickly went out.

As they approached the ancestral hall, Zhao Hu was suddenly stopped by someone.

This sudden attack made Zhao Hu instinctively kick the person behind him.

Jianyu winced in pain and fell awkwardly to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu did not step forward to help, but instead took a few steps back.

Jianyu got up cursing and didn't explain much, simply recounting what had happened.

Zhao Hu felt that if Jian Yu really was a ghost, she wouldn't need to go to such lengths to deceive him; for now, he could only believe her.

After entering the ancestral hall, Zhao Hu first kowtowed three times in front of the memorial tablet, and then, based on Jian Yu's description, picked up the wooden tablets and prepared to copy them.

Jianyu said she had already made the wooden tally sticks, and the next person could use them directly.

In addition, she also calculated that each of the eight people would have to copy at least seven pages out of the 60 pages.

Jianyu often wrote these kinds of documents, so the obscure characters in the booklet were not a problem for her.

Jianyu completed 10 pages herself, but now that Li Na is missing, she demands that Zhao Hu must write at least 8 pages.

Nothing happened for the first two pages, but gradually, Zhao Hu sensed that something was wrong.

As he wrote, an unnamed fire gradually rose in his heart, and that anger began to swirl within him.

Zhao Hu began to get increasingly agitated. He sat up and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

But a casual glance at the memorial tablet sent chills down his spine.

All the memorial tablets, whose inscriptions were originally clear, suddenly became blurred for a moment.

Zhao Hu rubbed his eyes and looked at the memorial tablet again, only to find that it did not bear the name of the Lu family ancestor, but his own name.

On each memorial tablet are the two characters "Zhao Hu," densely packed, as if countless versions of him are staring at you.

He shuddered and immediately lay down, too afraid to look any longer.

But the little booklet in front of me is also beginning to change.

The handwriting on the booklet began to become distorted, and each stroke began to look unfamiliar.

Fortunately, Jianyu had given him a heads-up beforehand and explained how to deal with it.

When laypeople copy these kinds of cryptic prayers, they are very likely to lose their composure, arouse internal fire, and disrupt their mental state.

Realizing he had been infected, Zhao Hu immediately cut his fingertip with a knife, and the pain was much worse than when he usually cut his fingertip.

But this trick can only keep him in check for a while. Once the effect wears off, he will fall for it again.