Twilight's Threshold Chapter 97: Human Skin Bags (Second Update) - Novel Cool

Chapter 97: Human Skin Bags (Second Update)

Chapter 97: Human Skin Bags (Second Update)

"Hehe, Blood Food is hard to transport and hard to hide."

The Old Shopkeeper’s eyes swept over the seven or eight yellowish, dusty cloth bags, and his voice lowered, "But that’s only for the meticulous. For your Vat Sect, the method is quite simple."

"It’s just a matter of human skin bags."

"Kill a few people, peel off their skin, refine it with your Vat Sect’s malevolent techniques, sew it into a bag, and it can prevent the smell of Blood Food from leaking out, right?"

The colorfully dressed people beside Ninth Grandpa, hearing Mr. Wu’s words, dared not respond, but stared at him intently.

But Ninth Grandpa himself seemed unfazed, instead chuckling softly, "You’ve guessed that we left this batch of Blood Food here and how we hid it. Why didn’t you make a move all year, waiting so patiently for us to come?"

"Oh, right, you can’t perform the sweep technique, so you couldn’t find it, right?"

"..."

"I indeed can’t perform your sweep technique, but I can guess where it’s roughly hidden."

Mr. Wu spoke coldly, "This village is close to Old Yin Mountain. Even with the Red Lantern Lady’s lantern hanging here, evil spirits haven’t stopped. Yet, in this area, nothing strange has happened. How could I not see something was off?"

The porters were dazed, unaware of what was happening around them, and remained motionless.

But the colorfully dressed people were somewhat surprised, looking at Mr. Wu’s appearance and worrying that the Red Lantern Association had people lying in wait.

Only Ninth Grandpa was not at all panicked. He slowly turned, loosening the rope that was cutting into his shoulders, and tilted his ear to listen to something.

Suddenly, he chuckled, a smug expression on his face, "Mr. Wu, you’re quite clever, but don’t underestimate our Auntie Tan!"

"As soon as we arrived, we knew you were hiding around here. The children have been called back, and those who stayed behind are ready to blow out the lanterns. What can you and your son do to us?"

"..."

As he spoke, a series of footsteps echoed around them. Shadows moved in the darkness, and seven or eight more people appeared, some dressed as hawkers, others like performers, each holding a large jar.

They had been called over earlier and had, of course, confirmed that there were no Red Lantern Association members lying in wait. The number of Vat Sect members had also increased several times.

"Ugh..."

The Big Black Dog immediately lowered its back, growling, ready to pounce.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Wu suddenly reached out, pressing his hand on the dog’s back, his voice lowering,

"I know you can sense me here, but I also know you will appear tonight. You can’t wait any longer; the human skin bags won’t do, the blood smell will leak..."

"But I didn’t come here to stop you."

"Take this batch of Blood Food, I’ve already taken the blame."

"But..."

He paused, then suddenly looked up at Ninth Grandpa, his voice heavy, "I only ask you to spare my daughter."

"She’s still young, she still has a life to live..."

"..."

These words left everyone around startled, even the wind seemed to quiet down.

The Big Black Dog was stunned, turning to look at the Old Shopkeeper.

"I’m sincere. If you spare my daughter, I can swear, I... I can bow to you!"

As Mr. Wu spoke, he really did sink to his knees, bowing to Ninth Grandpa.

"Da... Da..."

This scene made the Big Black Dog anxious, a crack appearing at the tip of its nose, and Wu He’s head emerged from the dog’s skin. Her eyes were full of tears, pulling Mr. Wu, "Get up, Da!"

"You said you would bring me here to avenge us, why are you bowing to them..."

"..."

"Revenge or not, it’s not important..."

Mr. Wu reached out to touch her face, his eyes filled with pain, speaking softly, "But you must live, my dear..."

"Ha ha, well said..."

This scene surprised everyone in the Vat Sect, but Ninth Grandpa was the first to react.

He slowly clapped his hands, "Old Wu, if you had been like this from the start, it would have been easier."

"Last year, if you had listened to us and obediently consumed this batch of Blood Food, we would have been living a good life in Old Yin Mountain by now. Your daughter might have even been married, instead of being covered in dog skin."

"Yes, yes..."

Mr. Wu seemed to have no bones left, only repeatedly saying, "I was disrespectful to Auntie, I underestimated her methods."

"Now I, Old Wu, know the consequences. Please, help my daughter break this curse, alright?"

"..."

"Simple."

Ninth Grandpa laughed smugly, "Our Auntie can put this dog skin on her, and she can also take it off. So, step aside, let us take this batch of Blood Food back. In three days, we’ll come to save her, how about that?"

"I can’t wait that long."

Mr. Wu said, "Help my daughter now..."

"I’ll swear here, if you help her, you can take this batch of Blood Food, and I won’t stop you."

…”

“……”

Ninth Grandpa’s eyes flickered, and he slowly smiled. "But now, our tools are incomplete, so we can't treat her right away..."

Mr. Wu whispered, "If not, tell me how to resolve it, and I can do it myself."

Ninth Grandpa looked at Mr. Wu for a long time without speaking, and the jar behind him seemed to move slightly.

He suddenly laughed and said, "If that's the case, it's fine, but this is our secret method, and no one else can hear it."

"Come over here, and I'll teach you, okay?"

"……"

He slightly leaned his body to the side, positioning the large jar behind him towards Mr. Wu.

Wu He’s head, which had emerged from the dogskin, shook involuntarily, but Mr. Wu took a deep breath, said "Alright," and got up from the ground.

Without brushing off the dust from his knees, he walked straight to Ninth Grandpa, slowly extending his left hand towards the jar. Before he could touch it, there was a sudden crack, and his arm was already broken.

A large chunk of flesh was missing, and inside the jar behind Ninth Grandpa, a chewing sound could be heard.

The Old Shopkeeper grunted, took a few steps back, and his left arm, which hung by his side, swung continuously.

But he forcibly suppressed the pain, his expression unchanged, and whispered, "It’s right to offer a piece of flesh to Auntie Tan, but now..."

"… you should tell me the method, right?"

"……"

"Ha ha…."

But Ninth Grandpa suddenly laughed.

As he laughed, the colorful-clothed people around him also laughed, and the performers hiding in the night, holding jars, laughed as well.

Finally, even the expressionless porters began to laugh woodenly.

In the laughter, there seemed to be some strange sounds, as if the things inside their jars were also laughing.

"You, Mr. Wu, aren’t known for your shrewdness, so why say such foolish things?"

Ninth Grandpa stopped laughing and said sternly, "Creating beasts is easy, but being human is hard. Once the human skin is taken off, do you think you can put it back on?"

Amidst the mocking laughter, only Mr. Wu did not laugh.

His face was tense, and he could not hide the despair in his eyes: "So, there’s really no way?"

"Even you, who did this, have no way?"

"……"

Ninth Grandpa smiled and stared intently at the Old Shopkeeper, "You know how to kill, but do you know how to bring the dead back to life?"

The Old Shopkeeper sighed softly, and the sigh was filled with despair.

But in the next moment, he suddenly lifted his head, his eyes becoming sinister, filled with bloodshot veins, and whispered, "Since that’s the case..."

"… then you shouldn’t be wearing that skin either!"

"……"

As he spoke, he suddenly moved forward, reached into his bag with his right hand, and pulled out an iron whip, striking fiercely at the jar behind Ninth Grandpa.

As a third-stage Age Keeper, his movements were incredibly swift and ruthless, almost invisible in the darkness. He swung the iron whip, which whistled through the air, and struck heavily at the large jar behind Ninth Grandpa.

"Want to fight?"

But at that moment, Ninth Grandpa and the people around him all shouted in unison.

In the night, they all hugged their jars, which made sinister and strange sounds. The next moment, a cold wind enveloped the area, and the Old Shopkeeper’s raised right hand, the whip in the air, and even his legs, were suddenly entangled by the cold wind.

Surrounded by the Vat Sect, the respectable Innkeeper was caught as soon as he made a move.

"Shh" "Shh" "Shh"

In the next moment, blood spurted from his right hand and both legs, large chunks of flesh suddenly disappearing as if being gnawed.

But at that moment, Mr. Wu seemed to feel nothing, only casting a cold glance forward.

He suddenly lunged forward, his left hand, which hung by his side, raised sharply, and he punched Ninth Grandpa’s chest. Then, he kicked him in the left shoulder, spinning his body halfway, and the large jar behind him followed, which he then kicked forcefully.

"Ah ah…"

The jar shook from the kick, showing cracks, and something inside seemed to be crying out in pain.

The people of the Vat Sect were startled. This sudden change was unexpected, and before they knew what was happening, Ninth Grandpa was already injured by Mr. Wu.

Before they could think of another move, a sob came from beside them, and it was Wu He, who had already put the dog head back on and pounced at them fiercely.

"You…."

Ninth Grandpa, severely injured by Mr. Wu, rolled on the ground, barely managing to create some distance, and spat out blood from the corner of his mouth.

He growled, "Did you find a substitute?"

"Against scum like you, how could I not come up with a plan?"

The Old Shopkeeper’s face was dark, and even in the night, the tension and movement of his muscles could be felt. He said in a low voice, "Girl, move. Let’s wipe out these bastards, avenge you and your fellow disciples, and then take these Blood Foods and run far away..."

(End of Chapter)

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