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"Wait, are you saying that Gu Kai is an immortal monster?!" I exclaimed in surprise. Beside me, Li Zhisheng and Meng Zhuang looked utterly stunned.
Meng Zhuang sighed, "I thought this kind of plot only existed in movies and novels, but I never expected..."
At that moment, Death Apostle appeared somewhat hesitant, even he seemed unwilling to believe it was true. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I quickly asked, "By the way, don't you have the Third Box with you? Let me try it; maybe I can open it!"
Death Apostle shook his head, sighed, and a look of regret crossed his face. "If only it were here. Actually, when I discovered you had the Nine Star Diagram, I wanted to tell you about the Box, but at that time I didn't trust you completely, so I kept it to myself. But now..."
"What about now?" Although I sensed that the Box might no longer be in Death Apostle's possession, I still asked anxiously, holding onto a glimmer of hope. After a moment of contemplation, Death Apostle said, "Perhaps my explanation will sound confusing to you right now. Let me tell you everything that happened..."
"It all started shortly after you left the exhibition hall. That person named Gu Kai came to my exhibition hall. He told me he knew the whereabouts of the Soul Sealing Talisman, but as a condition for sharing that information, he wanted me to hand over the Box. At that time, I found it suspicious and didn't agree immediately; instead, I sent him away and dispatched someone to investigate his background."
"But then, out of the twenty people I sent to investigate, eighteen went missing. Most of those who disappeared were my most trusted subordinates..." Death Apostle slapped his forehead in frustration.
I listened carefully without interrupting him, my mind racing to connect all these events. After a brief pause, Death Apostle continued, "Just as I learned about my subordinates' disappearances, Gu Kai returned to my exhibition hall. This time he wasn't there to negotiate; he directly demanded the Box."
"Of course, I refused. But Gu Kai was intent on using force if I didn't comply. I had the Void Spirit with me and intended to summon it to counter him, but before I could even make a move, he struck me down with a single blow..."
As he spoke, Death Apostle unfastened his shirt collar to reveal his chest. There was a clear handprint imprinted on his chest—dark purple with hints of black—indicating he had sustained serious injuries.
Noticing our intense gazes, he coughed twice and quickly buttoned up his shirt before continuing. "I barely managed to escape from him after a fierce struggle and fled here. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring the Box with me; it's likely already in his possession..."
"Besides the Box, did you also lose your staff during the fight?" I asked. Hearing my question, Death Apostle looked puzzled. "How do you know?"
I replied, "If I'm not mistaken, all eighteen of your missing subordinates died in Gui Tian Village, and I found your staff there..."
Death Apostle nodded after listening. "It seems those two lucky ones who escaped didn't lie to me. They told me that Gu Kai seems to be using Gui Tian Village for some kind of ritual, and it appears you are involved as well..."
After hearing this, I glanced at Li Zhisheng sitting beside me. "It's not just me; even my friend has been dragged into this..." With that, I grabbed Li Zhisheng's right hand and rolled up his sleeve for Death Apostle to see.
Death Apostle furrowed his brow and muttered to himself, "That's strange. I saw him before, and he didn't have any Void Spirit. How could he have the mark without any issues?"
"That's what I'm puzzled about too..." I replied, letting go of Li Zhisheng's hand. "How exactly did your friend get marked? Can you tell me in detail?"
Hearing Death Apostle's question, I thought for a moment and realized there was nothing to hide, so I recounted the incident of multiple people jumping off the building in detail.
After listening, Death Apostle's expression changed drastically. He opened his mouth wide, pointed at Li Zhisheng, and began to back away while stammering, "You... you... stay away from him!"
Having known Death Apostle for some time, it was the first time I saw him so flustered. I stared at him in shock. "Calm down! What’s going on? You need to explain."
Standing behind the chair, Death Apostle gripped the backrest tightly with trembling hands. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. "I've only heard about this thing in rumors. If I'm not mistaken, your friend is afflicted by a type of Evil Sorcery called Soul Burial..."
"Soul Burial?" I repeated to myself. "Yes, that should be its name. It requires a long time to prepare—at least ten years or even up to a hundred years. There are probably no more than five people in the world who know about this kind of sorcery..."
"Soul Burial, as the name suggests, is about burying souls, which is different from burying the dead. Souls do not have life or death; burying them merely seals them in a specially crafted coffin and confines them for decades or even centuries. During this time, living souls must be continuously sacrificed as offerings to help the trapped evil spirit grow stronger. Finally, when needed, rituals are performed to release it and allow it to parasitize a living person..."
At that moment, Li Zhisheng suddenly interjected, "And this living person must possess two souls, both of which must be dominant; they cannot exist in the form of a Void Spirit..."
"How do you know that!" Death Apostle, now terrified, stumbled back a few steps at Li Zhisheng's unexpected statement. "Who are you?" he questioned.
Hearing Li Zhisheng’s words made me quickly turn my head toward him. He sat motionless in his chair, his face devoid of expression, like someone who knew they had a terminal illness and were about to die.
"Earlier, you mentioned something about your family. Is this matter related to your elders?" I asked.
However, Li Zhisheng remained silent, sitting there in a daze. Seeing this, Death Apostle anxiously shouted at me, "You need to get away from him; he may no longer be himself!"
Given Death Apostle's serious tone, which didn't seem like a joke, I had no choice but to slowly rise and step back from him, my eyes unwilling to leave his figure for fear of any sudden changes.
At that moment, Li Zhisheng softly said, "Don't worry; this thing won't act up so quickly. Besides, with this mark in hand, it can temporarily contain it. At least for now, nothing will happen." A hint of despair flickered in Li Zhisheng's eyes.
Yet Death Apostle was still hesitant to trust him. He questioned, "What guarantee do you have that you're fine right now..." Upon hearing this, Li Zhisheng disdainfully curled his lips. "Guarantee? What do I need to guarantee? If that Evil Spirit inside me really comes out now, do you think you would still be alive?!"
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