Chapter 444

Chapter 444: Ancestor’s Assistance

After completing the three seals, the young man’s already pale face became even more colorless.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened!

Inside the fur, suddenly seven things like nails protruded, followed by a "bang~!" sound, a small fist-like protrusion pushed up the blood-colored fur.

In the next second, the second fist also blasted through the wooden box. Two little hands grabbed the fur and actually tore it into two halves.

During this process, the fur let out a piercing howl, as if it had its own life. But as the fur was torn apart, that sound abruptly ceased.

After tearing apart the fur, whether it was the fur itself or the wooden box with two holes smashed into it, they quickly deteriorated, turning into a pile of gravel, finally revealing a quietly sleeping dark blue-black ghost infant inside.

It still didn’t open its eyes, its chest still rising and falling slightly, fists clenched tightly, as if it hadn’t learned to open its hands yet…

This scene made the young man sitting on the ground feel hopeless. He couldn’t understand it. He let out a howl, and from the shape of his mouth, it seemed like he was saying, "Why? Why?"

Although wanting to seal the S-class monster for a long time, the current methods are indeed not enough. At least, they need to bring it back to the family cemetery first.

But the man seemed unable to understand why Chu’s Jiang, who was supposed to be in a dormant state, was able to break the seal actively?? This simply doesn’t make sense.

Chu Jiang saw this scene and his face became solemn. He had already exited the state of being Chu’s Jiang because, while watching these past scenes, he didn’t want to view them with a cold god’s perspective.

Of course, Chu Jiang knew the reason for the failed seal. In reality, the Chu’s Jiang in the mirror had never been dormant during this period; it was Chu Jiang, who was human, that had been dormant.

However, Chu Jiang’s father didn’t realize this point. He recklessly sealed Chu’s Jiang, which immediately allowed Chu’s Jiang’s instincts to take control of Chu Jiang’s body and forcibly shatter the seal.

After the young man failed, the woman on the sickbed seemed to be persuading him about something. In any case, she chattered on for a long time.

Eventually, the man stood up silently. Now, he couldn’t kill the ghost baby, and he couldn’t seal it either. It seemed that they would have to bring it back to the family cemetery first.

Next, the picture on the Ghost Mirror started to flicker again. After it became clear again, it showed a new image.

On a country road, the man from before was driving a black car towards the deep mountains.

A woman with short hair sat in the passenger seat, cradling a baby in her arms.

But the baby was wrapped tightly, barely leaving any breathing space, as if afraid of being seen by outsiders.

The two of them were talking in the car. When they reached a place where the car couldn’t go any further, they got out and started walking.

They walked all the way to a deep pool near the foot of the mountain. The man took out a black iron plaque engraved with the words "Chu’s Jiang" and threw it into the pool.

Then something incredible happened. The water in the pool started bubbling, and the plaque resurfaced. But it grew more than ten times its original size, like a rectangular gateway.

There was also a huge shadow underwater, not clear what it was, but it seemed to be moving. It was the thing that pushed the plaque up.

Instead of standing upright, the plaque floated on the water’s surface. After fully resurfacing, it opened to the left, as if it were a door.

As the metal plaque turned, a dark space appeared on the water surface, and the young man took his wife and jumped in without hesitation.

Then the scene switched, and the man and woman with their child suddenly appeared at the foot of a new mountain.

This mountain looked exactly the same as the one outside, except it had many graves, some old and some new, while at the foot of the mountain, there was a bamboo house.

The man led his wife up the mountain, supporting each other, and they reached the highest and oldest tomb.

The woman climbed up here while carrying the child, and she was already out of breath. When they reached this final destination, she reluctantly handed the child over to her husband.

The oldest tomb had weathered gravestone inscriptions that were barely visible, with only some faint indents and a blurry eight trigram pattern at the top.

The man took out three sticks of incense, solemnly worshipped their ancestors, and once the incense was in place, he placed the ghost child in front of the tomb, bowed devoutly, and silently prayed.

After a short while, as wisps of smoke drifted into the grave, a eerie and terrifying scene unfolded: a blurry figure emerged from the gravestone.

The woman with short hair first showed a slight shock, then quickly reacted and knelt down with her husband.

The tall figure was wearing a purple robe. The robe was embroidered with patterns of zombies, white snakes, cranes, coffins, sun, moon, and more. Especially unique was the flying zombie on the robe.

Lastly, what was very special about this figure was that it had no face. Its features were completely blank, showing no emotions.

After the figure appeared, the man became even more devout. He kept bowing down, with great force that even blood came out.

The figure in the purple robe glanced at him, then looked at the sleeping ghost baby on the ground. Immediately, it raised its right hand.

As it did so, countless blurry figures emerged from the graves all over the mountains.

These figures all had no distinct features. They gathered in groups, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, bringing with them a chilling breeze as they drifted towards the highest point of the tomb.

The woman trembled with fear. She only bit her lip and kept her head down, but her gaze couldn’t help but look towards her child.

The man was completely devastated, his heart dead. He numbly kept bowing his head.

Led by the figure in the purple robe, these figures came to the side of the ghost baby. Their figures overlapped densely, and at the same moment, they all extended their right hands, as if they wanted to grasp the fierce ghost in its "slumber."

But! The dark ghost baby suddenly opened its eyes.

These are a pair of eyes, one black on the left and one white on the right. The left eye represents death and the right eye represents life. Between the yin and yang of life and death, it is all within the thoughts of this ghost.

The ghost baby stared at these hands reaching towards itself with cold eyes, looking at these people who intended to seal it.

At this moment, all the blurry figures froze in their actions, including the tall figure in purple robes.

The next second, the figure in purple robes took the initiative to withdraw his hand first, and then the other figures responded one after another. Within a few breaths, everyone had taken their hands back.

Then, the figure in purple robes didn’t even look at the descendants who were pleading desperately, just turned around and walked back into the tombstone.

The other figures followed suit, each going back to their own homes. In less than a few seconds, all the figures dispersed completely, leaving only the lingering cold ghost aura in place, proving that they had been here before.

The young man watched this scene, his whole body went numb, and then he clenched his lips tightly and fiercely slammed the ground with his right hand!

The woman’s face showed both joy and deep hidden worries…