Chapter 216: Resurrection
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The inside of the attic was very dark, with only a small skylight providing a faint source of light. As they approached the one well-lit spot under the skylight, the first thing they would see was a huge formalin tank standing in the corner.
Inside the tank lay a woman, preserved in formalin, forever locked into her youthful and radiant appearance of a twenty-year-old. Because of the near-perfect preservation, at first glance, the small yellow paper person thought she was a living person, and it gave him a good scare.
“This scene, it’s like I’m watching a horror movie,” even though he couldn’t sense changes in temperature, the small yellow paper person felt a chill running down his arms.
On one side of the formalin tank stood a massive bookcase that covered an entire wall, with layers of various books, encompassing a wide range of occult literature.
Not only did it include Daoist techniques, but it also contained some very rare minority ethnic techniques, along with various legends. It could almost be considered a small occult library.
When the small paper person strained to look at the titles of these books, it wasn’t hard to discover that they all centered around a common theme resurrection.
“Is Wu Lin trying to resurrect this woman?” the small yellow paper person asked with difficulty. “The heavens won’t let him get away with this…”
“It seems so. Look over there,” the small paper person turned his head and pointed to a simple and unadorned table on the other side of the bookshelf.
On the table, there was nothing else except for a memorial tablet and a long, curled chain.
���What’s that?” the small yellow paper person said as he tried to move closer to get a better look.
“Don’t go!” the small paper person immediately stopped him. “Wu Lin is highly cautious and used multiple layers of concealment to make people believe it’s a simple place. In reality, it’s one layer of formation upon another.”
The table appeared unremarkable, but the formations around it were extremely complex, including Daoist formations and formations from other schools. Even Ji Jing couldn’t make out all the details.
One wrong step, and intruders would be annihilated within the formation. Even though she and He Xin were currently using the identities of paper figures to come here, it could still affect them.
“This is so frightening?” He Xin slowly backed away a few steps. He blamed his own lack of expertise for thinking that it was a simple formation.
The prohibition at the door had already consumed nearly a third of the inscriptions on the small yellow paper person. Given the complexity of the formation on this table, He Xin didn’t dare to imagine how long the inscriptions on the small yellow paper person’s body could hold.
Ji Jing pointed to the chain on the table and explained, “That’s a soul-binding chain. I don’t know where Wu Lin found it, but if everything goes according to plan, it should be binding the soul of this woman.”
“Wow…” He Xin took in a sharp breath. “He even got his hands on something like the Black-and-White Impermanence? Wu Lin is even more formidable than I thought.”
Ji Jing nodded gravely. She hadn’t expected such things to be hidden in an apparently ordinary house. Wu Lin’s knowledge of the occult was much deeper than she had anticipated.
It was no wonder he had dared to let the ghost servant stay on the first floor; it was likely no ordinary spirit. It was a good thing they didn’t confront it head-on earlier.
“Daoist…” The small yellow paper person suddenly moved closer. “Should we leave? I have a bad feeling about this.” He Xin’s intuition was sounding the alarm.
“Let’s go!” Ji Jing felt the same way. Thanks to her heightened senses, she sensed something approaching. “Go to 88 Chunlin Road and find a Taotie; he will bring you to me.”
“Alright!” He Xin didn’t waste any more words and started to make his escape.
The two small paper figures didn’t choose the same route back but instead leaped onto the rafters with a few strides and slipped out through the skylight.
What they didn’t know was that their animal-like intuition had indeed saved their lives.
The very next second after they escaped through the skylight, the attic door swung open.
“They’ve run away, huh?” A familiar figure entered the attic, but at this moment, Wu Lin was no longer the disheveled man Ji Jing had encountered earlier. He seemed to have anticipated something had happened in the attic.
“They’ve run, and that’s fine,” Wu Lin approached the wooden table with a hint of a smile and affectionately stroked the memorial tablet. “Yue’er, I’ll be able to see you soon. You…. will you still recognize me?”