Chapter 16: Possession

Bu Gong slowly raised his head, staring at the eerie and terrifying black face in front of him, and said, “Who do you think you are? You say that I should give up resistance and I will give up resistance? You overestimate yourself.”
As a slightly disdainful voice came out of Bu Gong’s mouth, the black mist face in front of him suddenly froze; his sinister eyes revealed a hint of surprise and sudden astonishment. He didn’t expect that this ant-like creature in front of him would dare to disobey his wishes and even dare to insult him?
Thinking about it, when had he ever been insulted like this before? Even in the thousands of years since his death, he had never encountered such a situation. Therefore, he felt that he had been greatly insulted.
Thinking of this, the face formed by the black fog distorted even more, and its already dark and bluish appearance became even more hideous and terrifying.
“How dare you, a lowly ant, blaspheme this king? How dare you disobey this king’s will?” A sinister roar echoed in the hall; even Bu Gong could feel the rage in it that was like a volcano ready to erupt at any time.
But at this time, Bu Gong’s eyes had returned to their previous calmness. He looked indifferently at the ghost face in front of him, as if it didn’t exist.
It wasn’t that Bu Gong wasn’t afraid. He felt an inexplicable dread at this new appearance. But what good was fear? He couldn’t escape, and he couldn’t defeat it, so he decided to just give up.
“Oh? Are you still the king? I provoked you like this, but you remained indifferent. You just wanted to scare me into giving up all resistance, and then you can get my body. There is only one reason why you did this, that is, if I resist in the middle, you will suffer considerable damage. Am I right?” Bu Gong said in a flat tone, his expression as calm as ever.
“You, such a lowly ant, do you really think that I can’t do anything to you? Hehehe… In that case, then I’ll let you have a taste of my ‘Hongling Soul Devouring Ability’; hehehe… Boy, you’ll be blessed even if you die to be treated like this by me…” Then an arrogant and cruel laugh slowly sounded in the hall.
At this moment, Bu Gong felt helpless in his heart, and a barely perceptible bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Am I going to die like this? Well… Dad, please forgive me for being unfilial and unable to avenge you.” He murmured in his heart; then Bu Gong looked up and looked at the gloomy black fog that was rushing towards him with its fangs and claws.
His eyes became sharp in an instant, “Even if I die, I will not let you feel good.” This was the only thought in Bu Gong’s mind at this moment; in the blink of an eye, the thing that returned to the form of black mist came to Bu Gong’s head, and Bu Gong’s eyes were looking straight ahead at this time, but his eyes were extremely sharp.
At this moment, almost no one could notice that the inexplicable strange black lines that had appeared in the depths of Bu Gong’s pupils slowly emerged again; it seemed that there were one or two more of them, but the speed at which the black lines increased was extremely slow and imperceptible.
At this moment, Bu Gong only felt an invisible cold wave pouring down from the top of his head, and then quickly gathered and drilled into his brain; the speed was so fast that it was beyond his reaction. Then, Bu Gong felt a chill and eerie feeling in his mind.
“Hehehe… lowly ant, it seems I overestimated you. I didn’t expect your soul consciousness to be so weak. Let me let you taste my soul-devouring power first. I am very willing to see the look of despair before you die; hehehe…” A strange laugh sounded in Bu Gong’s mind.
But now, Er Bu Gong, his body stiff and his eyes dull, just like a living dead, stood blankly in the center of the dark hall; at this moment, he felt a strange foreign consciousness rushing into his mind, trying to erase his soul and take over his place.
Bu Gong now vaguely understood the whole story. It seemed that what the guy in front of him said about obtaining his body and devouring his soul was actually the “possession of another’s body” that he had heard of in stories before?
At this point, Bu Gong also knew that the so-called possession of another person’s body meant that your physical body remained unchanged, but the soul in your body was destroyed by others, so that it occupied your body and became another person.
Because when he was young, Bu Gong heard Blind Zhang say that everyone will have his or her own soul after death; the soul is an energy body that usually dominates one’s own consciousness, and it is born with everyone’s body.
Like ordinary people, after death, their bodies lose their vitality, but their souls live on forever. Legend has it that after death, their souls will drift to another world, which seems to be called the underworld. Of course, there are exceptions…
Many legends about the soul after death flashed through Bu Gong’s mind; but the situation before him was just an exception, trying to devour my soul and take over my place?
Thinking of this, a hint of hostility gradually rose in Bu Gong’s eyes, and the inexplicable black line deep in his pupils gradually became clearer; Bu Gong tried hard to mobilize his spiritual consciousness and rushed towards the strange spiritual consciousness in his mind.
“You really don’t know your place, you lowly ant. I’ll show you what it means to try to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.” Just as Bu Gong was controlling his spiritual consciousness to rush towards the strange spiritual consciousness, a scornful and mocking voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
Then there was a “boom” in Bu Gong’s mind, and he felt as if his head was about to explode; waves of dizziness and tingling from the depths of his soul made Bu Gong’s eyes slightly red.
He was seen gritting his teeth tightly, with traces of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. At this moment, Bu Gong was also very ruthless and tried his best to mobilize his spiritual consciousness. He felt that as he tried his best to concentrate his spiritual consciousness, there were gusts of hurricanes blowing through his mind.
When it was gathering at the peak, what he didn’t know was that black lines suddenly appeared on the surface of his consciousness; the color was so black that it was frightening. If you looked at it with your eyes, you would feel a tingling sensation in your pupils.
In front of Bu Gong, the eerie black fog faintly condensed into a human face, which was looking at Bu Gong’s every move with contempt; in his eyes, ants are always ants, and no matter how big an ant is, it has no power to turn the world upside down.
But just when Bu Gong’s consciousness was concentrated to its peak and those black lines slowly emerged on the surface of Bu Gong’s consciousness, his originally disdainful and contemptuous eyes suddenly turned into horror; looking at Bu Gong’s consciousness rushing towards him, a look of disbelief and despair appeared on that black face.
It was as if Xing Bugong was the ghost, and he was the one waiting to be possessed. Bugong also noticed the expression on the black mist face, and a strange feeling arose in his heart: “What’s wrong with him? Why does he look like he has seen something that makes him extremely afraid?”
“Ah…’Slaughter Mark’? You lowly ant, how could you have such a thing? You are not from Shagong, how could you have such a thing?” Then a horrified and miserable roar sounded from Bugong’s mind.
However, Bu Gong did not react at all. He still controlled his consciousness and rushed towards the black fog. Obviously, his resistance this time was unexpectedly smooth. He did not have the feeling of hitting a wall as before. Instead, he broke through the defense of the black fog with great ease, and then a shrill scream was heard.
At the same time, Bu Gong did not realize that as the ghost’s screams came from his mind, the coffin at the first place in the palace began to vibrate slightly again, but not as violently as the first time. This time, its movement was quickly suppressed by the two yellow talismans.
In Bu Gong’s mind, the feeling at the last moment was as if his own consciousness was controlled by something and crashed into the black misty face in front of him; Bu Gong just regarded this feeling as an illusion at the time and did not take it too seriously.
As the scream ended, Bu Gong scanned his mind with his consciousness and saw a walnut-sized ball of black thread in his mind; and in it was a very thick black fog. It looked like the black fog was obviously the same black fog that came out of the coffin in the hall earlier.
At this time, Bu Gong was also dizzy; in the hall, his whole body shuddered slightly, and his stiff body, which had been standing in the hall, fell to the ground with a “thump”, his face pale, as if he had just suffered a serious illness.
After a while, Bu Gong’s body lying in the middle of the hall moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze seemed very dim, and he seemed almost exhausted.
“Phew… It was a close call. I almost lost my life today. However, the feeling at that last moment…” Bu Gong murmured softly. “Maybe it was an illusion.” Then Bu Gong shook his head, supported his body with both hands, and sat up from the ground with difficulty.
Looking at this palace now, although it lacks the original extremely gloomy feeling, the sight of the coffin above the center of the hall still adds a sense of eerie atmosphere to the entire hall.
Bu Gong bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth. The severe pain from it stimulated Bu Gong to prevent himself from falling asleep. He tried his best to sit cross-legged, used magic, and began to regulate his breathing.
This was his usual style, because usually, he would exhaust himself before practicing magic and regulating his breathing, as that would produce the best results.
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About two hours later, a ‘crackling’ sound was heard inside Bu Gong’s body, as if it came from the depths of Bu Gong’s soul. It turned out that when he was practicing magic and trying his best to recover himself, he inadvertently controlled the thin immortal energy in his meridians and rushed towards the 16th single acupoint.
In fact, he didn’t have much hope, he just tried to charge in out of habit; but he didn’t expect that when he really hit the 16th acupoint, the originally indestructible acupoint barrier was like paper, and was directly broken by him; this made Bu Gong’s originally calm face slightly smile.
“This… could it be because of this clash of spiritual consciousnesses?” Bu Gong opened his eyes in surprise, with a hint of excitement in his pupils; but what he didn’t know was that at this moment, the black mist wrapped in layers of black lines in his mind was slowly wriggling.
However, the speed was extremely slow. As the black mist squirmed, an inexplicable mysterious airflow slowly seeped out from it and drilled into Bu Gong’s meridians. Every time he practiced magic, the airflow would slowly merge into Bu Gong’s meridians and flow through his body.
However, Bu Gong was completely unaware of this and had no idea at all!
Therefore, to Bu Gong’s surprise, the 16th acupoint was opened so easily, mostly because of the effect of the inexplicable airflow; at this time Bu Gong was also a little excited: “Let’s see if I can open a few more acupoints.” He murmured in a low voice, then closed his eyes and started to practice magic.