He Cong's heart trembled, and he asked, "Wang Bo, you saved me before and kept me in the mortuary. Was it all for this day?"
Wang Bo smiled faintly at the question and said, "You guessed right. Since you've concealed your cultivation progress, I suppose you've long been aware of this, haven't you?"
He Cong nodded.
"Heh, you're quite cunning, young man. I'm curious, though, do you naturally have such cunning, or is it because of the cultivation technique?" Wang Bo chuckled.
"But, all that doesn't matter now."
With that, Wang Bo ignored He Cong and secretly prepared the items needed for the possession.
He Cong sensed something was wrong. He had intended to stall for time with words, but seeing Wang Bo's demeanor, it seemed he was not being lured into a trap.
"I have a murder charge on me. If you possess me, aren't you afraid the authorities will come after you?" He Cong asked.
Wang Bo sneered, "Kid, there's no need to stall. However, since you've mentioned it, I can tell you something. When I was out just now, guess who I saw in the village?"
He Cong shook his head, "I'm not your eyes. How could I know who you saw?"
Wang Bo grinned, "When I left, I saw the village chief at the He family's house. Isn't that surprising?"
He Cong was first stunned, then he thought it over and became angry.
He had figured it out. That was why the village chief's body had not appeared in the mortuary, and why there had been no news of his burial for these past two years.
If that was the case, then Wang Bo's words were likely true, and the village chief's death was probably just a ploy.
A trap aimed at He Cong!
"Heh, the village chief is quite cunning!" He Cong said in a deep voice, "I'm sure the county magistrate is also aware of this. The two of them have joined forces to put me in a life-threatening situation."
Wang Bo laughed, "You guessed right. This is indeed a trap. But now that the village chief is unharmed, this trap has naturally been resolved. After I possess you, even if I'm discovered, the authorities won't have anything to say."
With that, Wang Bo took out a short sword from beside the bed. The sword was made entirely of peach wood, only three inches long, and seemed to have no edge.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Bo raised the sword, facing He Cong. His hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
He Cong remained unchanged. He had seen books and understood a bit about possession. If he remembered correctly, the target of this sword was not him.
If Wang Bo couldn't bring himself to harm him, then the possession technique would be ineffective. For He Cong, this might not be a bad thing.
After a brief standoff, the peach wood sword finally fell, landing on Wang Bo's forehead.
"Draw blood from the brow, draw the possession symbol!" He Cong suddenly recalled the words recorded in the book about possession, and felt a sudden fear. He was well aware that if this symbol were drawn, only one of them would survive.
Sure enough, Wang Bo's mouth twisted into a wicked smile as he pulled out a blank talisman paper from his pocket.
Using two fingers, Wang Bo drew blood from his own brow and drew several strange symbols on the talisman paper.
As the final symbol fell, a red light flashed across the talisman paper.
He Cong instinctively looked at the red light, feeling the spiritual energy in his body start to surge erratically, and his mind became somewhat dizzy.
He realized things were going south and quickly activated the cultivation technique, calming the chaotic spiritual energy in his body. He then circulated the spiritual energy in his body and even used up some of it, finally regaining his senses.
Fortunately, He Cong had cultivated the technique to the third level. If it had only been at the first level, he might not have been able to withstand the power of the talisman.
He Cong closed his eyes to meditate. Wang Bo assumed he was affected by the talisman and had lost his mind, so he was excited.
"A young body with spiritual roots. I'll take it." Wang Bo said triumphantly, "You can't blame me, after all, I saved your life and provided for you for these years. Now, it's time for you to repay the favor."
Hearing this, He Cong shuddered inexplicably, cold sweat breaking out all over his body.
Without opening his eyes, he secretly tried to break free from the rope that bound him. But no matter how hard he tried, he remained powerless.
Wang Bo held the talisman in both hands and chanted a spell. As the incantation sounded, the symbols on the talisman paper lit up, and then it burst into flames.
The next moment, Wang Bo seemed to lose consciousness, his whole body went limp, and a phantom figure emerged from his forehead, presumably his soul.
Under the effect of the talisman, Wang Bo's soul turned into a faint light, entering He Cong's forehead.
As soon as this faint light entered his brow, He Cong felt a numbness all over his body, losing all sensation. Following that, his consciousness became hazy.
As his consciousness was about to fade away, He Cong subconsciously moved the spiritual energy in his body towards his brain.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Bo's figure appeared in a chaotic place, with a sleeping He Cong in front of him.
Looking at He Cong in front of him, Wang Bo did not hesitate to reach out and firmly grasp his neck.
Just as He Cong was about to breathe his last breath, faint colored light suddenly emerged around him.
If He Cong had been awake, he would have noticed that this light was the spiritual energy condensed after practicing the technique.
As this spiritual energy appeared, it split in two. One force attacked Wang Bo, while the other entered He Cong's body.
With the spiritual energy entering his body, He Cong's mind cleared up, instantly awakening. As soon as he opened his eyes, he punched without hesitation.
This punch weakened Wang Bo's figure considerably.
"How is this possible! Under the suppression of the possession talisman, you shouldn't be able to wake up!" Wang Bo looked at He Cong, a hint of fear flashing across his face.
"This possession talisman is indeed extraordinary. If my cultivation had been one level lower, I might have fallen for it." He Cong smiled as he looked at Wang Bo, feeling the spiritual energy surrounding him.
"It seems that the tides have turned. Now, you should only be a wisp of soul, right? If I were to extinguish your soul, do you think you could still survive?"
"He Cong, this is a misunderstanding. I'll leave now." Wang Bo's face changed drastically. He glanced around, then put on a smile.
While watching Wang Bo about to leave, He Cong coldly snorted. He didn't move, just waved his hand, and several strands of spiritual energy blocked Wang Bo's retreat.
As He Cong made a slashing motion across his neck, the two strands of spiritual energy turned into blades, slashing towards Wang Bo's neck.
As Wang Bo's soul was extinguished, the power of the possession talisman gradually dissipated, and He Cong's consciousness gradually cleared up.
As He Cong woke up, he felt weak all over. Looking inside, he found that there was very little spiritual energy left in his body.
He was still bound by the rope. Turning his head to the ground, he saw Wang Bo lying there, his eyes wide open, no blood on his face, and no breath between his mouth and nose. He looked dead.
Looking at where the killer was, he was still unconscious on the ground, which relieved He Cong.
He didn't dare to delay. Although he felt weak all over, he still tried to break free from the restraints.
He was well aware that if the killer woke up and he remained as immobile as he was now, his life would be in danger.
With this in mind, He Cong scanned the surroundings and finally set his eyes on the peach wood sword.
He slowly moved his body, inching closer to the peach wood sword. After nearly half an hour, he touched the peach wood sword. Using two fingers, he grasped the handle and slowly cut the rope with the blade.
After another hour, the rope was untied. He used it to tie up the killer, feeling completely at ease.
Just as He Cong was thinking about how to deal with Wang Bo's body, a knocking sound came from outside the mortuary.
He Cong's heart, which had just calmed down, was suddenly on edge.