Lu Fei heard the sobbing sounds like a child crying from the small coffin, his eyebrows twitched slightly.
"To actually use young boys and girls as soul-driving piles, those people back then were utterly devoid of conscience!"
It is said that whether it's a living pile or a soul-driving pile, using young boys and girls for the sacrifice yields the best results.
This kind of sorcery seems to be more effective the more cruel it is.
Lu Fei even suspected that this inhumane and immoral black art did not originate from the Lu Ban Book at all, but was instead used by some evil sorcerers under the name of the Lu Ban Book to achieve their own ends.
Because the original intention of the Lu Ban Book was to prevent unscrupulous employers from bullying carpenters.
"These are a pair of pitiful children tortured by black magic."
Lu Fei shook his head slightly.
But he would not show mercy, because these children, consumed by overwhelming grievances, had already turned into malevolent spirits. Once they take a life, they would never find redemption.
"Woo woo woo..."
The heart-wrenching cries of the child echoed through the dark pit.
The wailing sounded like a cat's claws scratching against glass, both pitiful and piercing.
Chen Jinfah felt his blood run cold, with all the hairs on his body standing on end.
A long's face also looked somewhat grim.
Huzi had seen quite a few malevolent spirits, holding his ghosthead saber, he remained relatively calm.
Lu Fei was extremely composed, channeling his magical powers to the point of numbness, fully focused on the surroundings.
He could sense a cold, eerie energy circling around them, coming and going.
That little thing was looking for an opportunity!
Lu Fei held his breath.
The wailing assaulted everyone's eardrums, also provoking the mud doll.
In the darkness, a hideous little face emerged from the concrete pillar, staring at Lu Fei with bitter hatred, as if it were eager to devour him alive.
Lu Fei seemed to sense something and turned his head in this direction, causing it to quickly retract back into the wall.
The next moment.
The mud doll emerged from another part of the wall, listening to the pitiful cries of its companion. Its small face, made of cement, was filled with anxiety.
It moved back and forth between the walls, searching for an opportunity to get closer.
Several times, it managed to quietly approach, but it would panic and retreat due to its fear of the thunderstrike wood in Lu Fei's hand.
It was so anxious that it bared its teeth, suddenly climbing up the tallest cement pole and reaching the very top, where it burrowed inside.
Crack!
Moments later, a crack appeared on the cement pillar and rapidly spread.
Soon, a large web of cracks formed, and the enormous cement pillar began to sway, continually shedding dust and debris.
"What's that sound?"
Lu Fei sensed something was wrong and immediately searched for the source of the sound.
Subsequently, A Long and Hu Zi also noticed and instinctively looked around.
Only Chen Jinfah hadn't heard anything.
On the swaying cement pillar, a grotesque ghostly face appeared, and then the mud doll emerged entirely, standing at the top of the cement pillar and giving it a hard push.
Boom—
The cement pillar wobbled and came crashing down towards them.
"Run!!"
Lu Fei shouted and scooped up the small coffin, darting away as fast as he could.
The air stirred.
A tremendous pressure followed in quick succession.
A cement pillar, weighing several thousand catties, would definitely turn anyone it hit into a pile of mangled flesh.
At this moment, everyone paid no attention to anything else, using the fastest speed of their lives, and ran for their lives as far away as possible.
The pit was filled with loose stones, causing everyone to stumble, and then they heard a deafening boom from behind.
The pit shook, and dust rose everywhere.
Fragments splashed up, striking their backs, causing sharp pain.
Everyone tumbled and fell amidst the debris, not knowing how many more cuts and bruises they had sustained.
"Is everyone okay?"
Lu Fei endured the pain, crawling out of the debris, and looked around anxiously.
"I'm fine!" Hu Zi was the first to raise his hand, his arm covered in abrasions.
"We're also okay." Next was Chen Jinfu, who, protected by A Long, had the least injuries.
A Long was covered in blood, but there was not a trace of pain on his face.
Seeing that everyone was safe, Lu Fei felt slightly relieved and turned to search for the small coffin in a hurry.
When he fell just now, the small coffin had slipped from his hand and rolled away.
"There it is!"
The small coffin was stuck in a pile of debris, thankfully unbroken.
In the dust and smoke.
A small figure could be seen jumping and running quickly, rapidly approaching the small coffin.
"No good!"
Ignoring how sharp the edges of the pile of rubble might be, Lu Fei immediately lunged forward, using his body to shield the small coffin.
At the same time.
The mud doll also pounced forward.
It bared its teeth, with hatred in its eyes reaching its peak. The little hand, with broken fingers, waved violently, hurling chunks of stone at Lu Fei with great force.
"Boss!"
Huzi shouted as he ran over, swinging his ghost-head saber angrily at the mud doll.
The mud doll nimbly jumped to avoid his slash.
Huzi swung wildly, preventing the mud doll from getting close to Lu Fei.
With his distraction, Lu Fei freed up his hands and took out the thunderstruck jujube wood stick.
He fixed his eyes on the mud doll, and as soon as the opportunity arose, he channeled his magical power into the thunderstruck wood and struck the mud doll's crown with all his might.
Dong!
A sharp sound rang out, and the mud doll's body suddenly stiffened. It seemed that faint arcs of electricity flashed within it, and cracks appeared on its head.
Immediately, it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Rest in peace."
Lu Fei was panting heavily.
The thunderstruck jujube wood truly lives up to its reputation!
With just one strike, it sent this formidable little ghost on its way.
"Waaah!"
At the moment the clay doll shattered, the wailing from inside the small coffin suddenly became shrill, filled with anger and sorrow, and the coffin began to shake violently.
Lu Fei took out another ghost-repelling talisman and pasted it on top.
"Wuuu..."
The wailing gradually weakened and eventually disappeared completely.
"Got it!"
Lu Fei let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing among the fragments. Only now, as he relaxed, did he feel the pain all over his body, making him wince.
"Boss, you have a lot of injuries," Hu Zi said, putting down his knife and looking at Lu Fei nervously.
"It's nothing, just some surface wounds. We'll use the special创伤药from Sinisterium Pawnshop when we get back; they'll heal quickly." Lu Fei gave him a reassuring smile.
In fact, Hu Zi also had many scrapes and bruises, but his physique was stronger than Lu Fei's, so he looked a bit better.
"Manager Lu!"
At that moment, Chen Jinfah, supported by A Long, stumbled over.
"Manager Lu, how are you all?"
"We're fine, we finally took care of that clay doll." Lu Fei wiped the sweat from his forehead, smearing his face with dust.
With pillars crashing down and dust flying everywhere, everyone was covered in dirt.
"Manager Lu, you are truly impressive! Whether it's your abilities or your character, I, Chen Jinfɑ, admire you!" Chen Jinfɑ's eyes were filled with gratitude and admiration.
He felt that this young manager was different from others.
"Brother Fɑ, don't get too happy yet. We've only dealt with one clay doll; there's still another one." Lu Fei gathered his spirits, picked up the small coffin, and stood up.