kvmb Chapter 750 Casualties
Chapter 750 Casualties
Chen Yile walked to Zhao Min's bedroom and opened her phone. A selfie still lingered on the screen—Zhao Min standing in front of a mirror, a look of terror on her face. Her pale, distorted face was faintly visible in the mirror. Chen Yile decided to head back to the basement of the Oriental Hotel. He needed to confirm whether the evil spirit had truly been sealed away.
He pushed open the iron door and walked into the hall. The flashlight beam illuminated the road ahead, but he always felt that a pair of eyes were watching him in the dark.
He walked to the core area of the basement, and the talisman was still intact. But when he approached the talisman, he suddenly felt a piercing chill.
"You haven't completely destroyed me." A cold voice came from all directions. "My power still exists in the nightmares of my victims."
Chen Yile's heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "What do you want?"
"I need more souls to sustain my existence." There was a hint of madness in his voice, "And you happen to be my next prey."
At this moment, Chen Yile suddenly felt dizzy. His vision began to blur, as if an invisible force was eroding his consciousness.
"No..." he whispered, "I won't let you succeed."
But he found himself sinking rapidly into a dark abyss, where countless pale, distorted faces floated—all of them smiling eerily at him.
Chen Yile felt a surge of despair, but he suppressed his fear and tried to break free from this bondage. He closed his eyes and concentrated on recalling the process of sealing the evil spirit.
Suddenly, a ray of light rose from the abyss, and Lao Liu's face emerged in the light.
He smiled and said to Chen Yile, "You have done very well. The power of the evil spirit is gradually weakening."
Chen Yile opened his eyes and found himself back in the basement. The talisman was still intact, but the voice of the evil spirit had disappeared.
After returning home, Chen Yile stood in front of the window, looking at Dongcheng in the night. The moonlight sprinkled on the walls of the buildings, as if outlining a series of strange faces.
He hadn't had a good rest for three consecutive days, but he still couldn't get rid of the shadow brought by the evil spirit.
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence of the night.
"Who?" Chen Yile asked vigilantly.
"It's me." A young voice came from outside the door, "I'm Lao Liu's grandson."
Chen Yile's heart tightened. He hadn't expected that Lao Liu's grandson would suddenly show up.
"Come in." He opened the door.
A thin young man walked in. He was wearing a tattered Taoist robe and had a tired look on his face. His eyes were deep and bright, giving people a feeling of both intelligence and danger.
"Are you Lao Liu's grandson?" Chen Yile asked.
"Yes," the young man replied, "my name is Xiao Ming."
Chen Yile asked Xiao Ming to sit down and handed him a cup of hot tea.
"What do you want to see me about?" he asked.
"I know you're investigating the 'murder nightmare' incident." Xiao Ming looked him straight in the eye. "I also know that the core power of evil spirits comes from the fear and death energy of their victims."
Chen Yile frowned: "How do you know this?"
"Because I inherited my grandfather's will." Xiao Ming replied, "He once tried to seal the evil spirit, but ultimately failed."
Chen Yile's heart tightened: "What do you want?"
"I want to help you," Xiao Ming said, "but I have one condition - we must do this together."
Chen Yile hesitated about Xiao Ming's proposal. He didn't want to put a young man at risk, but he had to admit that he needed help.
"What are your plans?" he asked.
"We must find the core of the evil spirit and seal it completely." Xiao Ming replied, "But to do this, we need to sacrifice a life."
Chen Yile's heart skipped a beat: "Sacrifice?"
"Yes." Xiao Ming's voice was filled with madness. "Only by sacrificing one life can the power of the evil spirit be completely sealed."
Chen Yile felt dizzy. He didn't want anyone to be sacrificed for this, especially Xiao Ming.
"Are you crazy?" he demanded sharply.
"I'm not crazy." Xiao Ming replied calmly, "I know it's dangerous, but I'm willing to take the risk.
Chen Yile stood in front of the window, Xiao Ming's words kept appearing in his mind.
"Only by sacrificing one life can the power of the evil spirit be completely sealed."
"Are you still hesitating?" he asked.
Chen Yile turned around: "I can't let you sacrifice yourself."
"This isn't a sacrifice," Xiao Ming sneered. "This is my mission."
Chen Yile felt a wave of despair. He knew Xiao Ming's determination could not be shaken, but he didn't want anyone to be sacrificed for this matter.
"We have other options," he said. "We can weaken the evil spirit's power through spells and rituals."
"This is only temporary. The evil spirit's power will gradually recover. We must seal it completely."
The next day, Chen Yile stood in the basement of the Oriental Hotel, the beam of his flashlight illuminating the talisman. Xiao Ming stood beside him, a look of calm on his face.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Chen Yile asked.
"Yes," Xiao Ming replied, "This is my only choice."
Chen Yile closed his eyes. He knew that Xiao Ming's determination could not be shaken, but he didn't want anyone to sacrifice for this.
"Okay." He finally nodded, "Let's get started."
Chen Yile and Xiao Ming stood in front of the talisman and began the ceremony.
The talisman was painted with intricate patterns, and the edges were already worn. Chen Yile took out the talisman paper and cinnabar he had brought with him and began to arrange a new seal around the talisman.
Suddenly, a biting chill hit him from behind. Chen Yile turned around abruptly and saw a blurry figure standing at the stairs.
It was the man in the white robe with a strange smile on his face.
"You're finally here." The man's voice was cold and a little hoarse.
Chen Yile immediately drew out his dagger and prepared to fight.
The man suddenly laughed, his body began to twist, his skin became transparent, and his facial features were deformed.
Chen Yile ignored his taunts and rushed forward to stab him. The man's body instantly turned into black mist and disappeared into the air.
A cold voice came from all directions: "Taste my power!"
Chen Yile felt dizzy, as if an invisible force was eroding his consciousness. He tried hard to endure the discomfort and continued to move forward.
At this moment, Xiao Ming suddenly let out a scream. His body began to twist and deform, his skin turning pale and transparent. A black energy surged from his body, filling the entire basement.
"Go to hell, you losers."
Xiao Ming's body had already turned into a ball of black mist. With a trace of pain on his face, he immediately disappeared into thin air.
Chen Yile felt a wave of despair. He knew Xiao Ming's sacrifice was necessary, but he hadn't expected it to be so quick and cruel.