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Fan Feng is not a fool. After Ancient Sorcerer cleared the way, she held Zhang Qi in front of her and then walked inside, followed by three fully armed armed police behind her.
"This beautiful lady, how about considering this? Become my disciple, and you will be above thousands of others. This is something that others can't even ask for."
With Fan Feng in front, Zhang Qi actually smiled, as if he wasn't worried at all.
"Hmph!"
Fan Feng suddenly slammed her right hand against Zhang Qi's waist with considerable force, sending him flying forward, but he was immediately pulled back!
This tugging back and forth felt like it was going to tear Zhang Qi apart.
"If you keep talking nonsense, just wait to suffer more."
Fan Feng's voice was as cold as ice, but Zhang Qi continued to smile, laughing even louder, saying, "Ha! Alright, if you don’t agree, that’s fine. Soon enough, you won’t have a choice."
"Chattering away, do you want to die?!"
One of the armed police following Fan Feng stepped forward and smashed the butt of his gun onto Zhang Qi's shoulder.
"Thud!"
Zhang Qi stumbled and fell to the ground.
If Ancient Sorcerer were watching from the side, he would definitely sigh about how a leader like this has soldiers who are completely lawless.
"Get up, stop playing dead!"
Fan Feng yanked Zhang Qi up and pushed him to continue walking inside.
As she opened the door to the secret room and looked ahead, she was instantly stunned. The secret room had no extra items and was quite small—just over three square meters and less than four square meters in a rectangular shape. There was a red lamp on the ceiling that cast a red light throughout the room, creating a very eerie feeling.
At the end against the wall was a small platform about half a person high. On the platform was an altar with a palm-sized flag hanging above it, black mist swirling around it—unknown where it came from.
"Eh, what is that sound?"
Fan Feng frowned slightly and raised her finger to signal those behind her to be quiet. Indeed, there was a faint sound in the room, coming from the flag.
Screams! Indeed, it was the sound made by someone being whipped or experiencing excruciating pain from countless cuts.
Gazing at the flag, Fan Feng noticed that the black mist swirling around it was interspersed with blood red. Some of it was bright red, some dark red, and some had solidified into clumps: the bright red was freshly drawn from the void, while the solidified clumps were not formed from the black mist on the flag but rather from skulls that had opened their mouths to swallow.
A chill ran down Fan Feng's spine; everything before him was too sinister. He had never encountered such a situation!
"Fan Team... what should we do now?"
The voice behind him sent a shiver through Fan Feng. Suppressing his fear, he gritted his teeth and said, "Get that cursed thing down!"
"This... Fan Team, this thing is a bit... eerie..."
"Hmph! Just say you're scared!"
Fan Feng shot a fierce glare at the person behind him, forcefully pushing Zhang Qi aside, then strode forward and reached for the flag!
"Hahaha! You really don't know how to live!"
Just as Fan Feng's hand was about to grasp the flag, Zhang Qi erupted into another fit of wild laughter. A strange sound echoed, followed by a spray of blood from his mouth towards the flag.
"Ah!"
Fan Feng screamed as the blood touched the flag, which immediately ignited with a whoosh, engulfing him completely in flames! Suddenly, a skeletal hand reached out from within the fire and pressed down on him.
Fan Feng wanted to retreat, but it was too late; the skeletal hand pressed against his Yintang, sending a wave of icy sensation coursing through him as if a knife were slicing into his brain. Fan Feng opened his mouth to scream but could not make a sound!
Countless needles pierced his brain, sucking something out like a straw. Gradually, Fan Feng's eyes became increasingly vacant; the whites of his eyes began to show as he stood there motionless like an idiot.
Zhang Qi slowly turned around to look at Fan Feng, a strange smile spreading across his face.
"This Thousand Soul Banner is quite good; what a pity."
Zhang Qi shook his head. The Thousand Soul Banner was crafted based on witchcraft he had acquired. Over the years, he had invested countless efforts into it, but it had not yet reached perfection. Today, he had no choice but to use it to save his life; it could only be deemed a failure. However, its effect was indeed remarkable; this police officer who had come looking for trouble was now under control of his soul!
Picking up the flag, Zhang Qi waved it with force, and waves of black smoke surged up, first filling the entire secret chamber before continuing to spill outwards.
"Well... that's not bad. If there are hidden arrows or flying daggers inside, at least there will be a meat shield."
Seeing Fan Feng pushing Zhang Qi forward, Ancient Sorcerer felt a mix of amusement and unease. Zhang Qi exuded an ominous aura, and there were likely some sinister tools he had crafted hidden within this secret chamber. Fan Feng entering like this could easily lead to trouble, but there was nothing Ancient Sorcerer could do; he had tried to stop it earlier but was unable to.
Just as Ancient Sorcerer was worrying, a thick smoke suddenly billowed out from the entrance of the secret chamber. The smoke rolled in like dark clouds churning in the sky, mixed with foul blood, and it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were simultaneously screaming in agony. Countless skulls bobbed up and down like they were caught in waves.
The smoke was dense, quickly filling the entire office, burying everyone inside.
Ancient Sorcerer's face changed dramatically. His reaction was swift, but the strange smoke came even faster, and he too was engulfed.
Along with the black smoke came clusters of invisible ice needles, piercing directly into his head. Ancient Sorcerer gritted his teeth—though he didn't know what was happening inside the secret chamber, it was clear that Zhang Qi had taken control of the situation!
"It seems that Zhang Qi's sorcery is capable of controlling people's souls."
Ancient Sorcerer exhaled deeply and even slapped his own face hard with his right hand to try to keep himself alert. However, his consciousness continued to fade, like a person sinking deeper into the sea after falling in, his awareness slowly becoming blurred.
Zhang Qi slowly walked out of the secret chamber, looking at Ancient Sorcerer and the others. After a while, he burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha! Now you all belong to me!!"
Zhang Qi's laughter was maniacal, resembling that of a mad dog. Combined with the blood and sweat on his face and the surrounding dark energy, he looked like a little demon that had escaped from hell!
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