Chapter 15: Sense Of Oppression With Full Special Effects
Jiang Ce calmed his mind again, carefully sensing the changes in the tentacled monster.
He carefully observed every detail of the tentacled monster, imagining what it would look like in action.
In the process of visualization and comprehension, Jiang Ce gradually developed a subtle feeling of merging with the tentacled monster.
His body was like a dried-up well, slowly drawing water from deep underground bit by bit, filling itself.
Every time he memorized a detail on the tentacled monster and imprinted it in his mind, the juicing effect became stronger, which gave Jiang Ce, who had been immersed in web novels for years and had considerable expertise, a sense of déjà vu.
This cultivation method always felt similar to check-ins in essence.
But what he didn’t know was that the improvement he gained from two visualizations was already equivalent to several years of effort for an ordinary person, excluding the time and energy spent accumulating merit.
Although success is 99% sweat plus 1% talent, that 1% talent is actually far more important than the 99% sweat. In most cases, when a person has 100% talent, it means success no longer requires effort, perhaps just an opportunity.
There was a very important sentence in the sutra that Jiang Ce had always overlooked—
Those who achieve Great Shamatha, the more exceptional their comprehension and extraordinary their concentration, the easier it is for them to attain the fruit position.
At the same time, downstairs, separated from Jiang Ce by just one floor while he was immersed in cultivation.
A dull wailing sound lingered in the bathroom.
Facing the man’s punches and kicks, she was completely unable to fight back and could only try her best to protect her abdomen and head with her hands.
“Didn’t you say you had no money? What’s this?”
The man looked ferocious, holding a stack of money in his right hand and shaking it. The bills were of various denominations, the largest being fifty yuan and the smallest even fifty cents, clearly saved by the woman through frugality over the days.
“I’ve told you, I was just unlucky. Once my luck turns, I’ll win back everything I lost before, and I won’t treat you badly then, damn it, don’t be so ungrateful!”
She had heard such words countless times already. All she could do was sob softly, without even the courage to retort.
Having gotten the money and vented his anger by beating the woman, the man was in a good mood and wanted to head back to the mahjong parlor for a few more rounds.
So without caring about the woman’s life or death, he washed his hands, wiped the fresh blood from his fingertips, and was about to go out.
The moment he turned off the faucet, the man suddenly seemed to hear someone whispering.
He was stunned and looked at the woman still groaning in pain: “What did you say?”
The woman was too weak to respond. Seeing her on the verge of death, she didn’t seem capable of speaking, so he couldn’t help but suspect he had misheard.
But just as he was dazed, the whispering voice appeared again.
This time it was closer, clearer, as if the speaker was standing right outside the bathroom.
“Malice. Eat.”
“Eat first, then go.”
The voice was extremely cold, resentful and indifferent, like sleep-talking, inexplicably making the man feel a chill down his spine.
He cautiously approached the room door, gripped the handle, and mustered courage to shout: “Who’s there?”
But the thing outside the door seemed startled by the man’s voice and stopped making noise, not knowing if it had disappeared or hidden.
The man was absolutely certain that he had just heard a voice speaking.
His first reaction was that debt collectors had come to the door, so he grabbed the broom at hand and quietly opened a crack in the door.
The living room lights were off, making it impossible for the man’s eyes, just out of the bright bathroom, to adjust for a moment.
He blinked and looked around, but found nothing.
He puzzledly scratched his head. Could he really have misheard?
Just as he turned to go back to the bathroom to get the money on the washbasin, he suddenly noticed something.
He slowly looked up and met two pairs of eyes.
There were two children less than a meter tall, completely naked, with skin pale to the point of bluish, clinging to the ceiling like two spiders hanging upside down, their faces only a few centimeters from him!
“Ah!!!”
The man was terrified to his soul, letting out the most heart-wrenching scream since birth.
This scream pierced through the living room window and directly reached upstairs.
Startled by the sound, Jiang Ce nearly went berserk. Even in the Shamatha state, he could still hear it.
“What is this stench unique to homos? Is there a male ketone among the neighbors? Looks like I can’t dress too casually when going out in the future; I need to protect myself.”
The death knell representing death was interpreted by Jiang Ce as a soul’s sublimation. It was just a minor interlude and didn’t catch his attention.
So he also didn’t notice that several minutes after the scream, the door handle of his front door began to turn by itself.
The tightly locked door was opened, and the two ghost infants appeared at the doorway.
They were twins to begin with, identical in appearance, walking into the room with the same steps, giving an inexplicable eerie feeling.
Unlike before, both ghost infants’ abdomens were slightly bulging.
The man had been completely devoured by them, while the woman, because the ghost infants had just experienced resurgence with limited appetite, and she was filled with fear, her mind blank without any wicked thoughts, managed to escape disaster.
If someone happened to pass by their door, they would discover the woman whose spirit had gone mad in the bathroom, and the man outside the bathroom who had no wounds on his body but had already become a mummified corpse.
The ghost infants under the blood curse from the skinny old man were not supposed to act on their own during the execution of orders.
But that was for ghosts.
For the two ghost infants who were vengeful spirits and twins, their combined strength had reached the pinnacle of Ninth Rank, approaching Eighth Rank.
So the blood curse hastily placed by the old man had relatively limited effect on them. Although they wouldn’t go against the old man’s will, they wouldn’t completely follow his commands either.
Having been dead for many years, unlike ghosts transformed from recently deceased people who could retain considerable intelligence for a short time, most of the time they acted on instinct.
Thus, the malice emanating from the man’s actions, which was extremely tempting to ghosts and monsters, attracted them over.
Instinct told them it was time to feed.
And now, instinct told them it was time to run.
If the desire to feed only delayed the blood curse’s command slightly, the current fear was enough to make them completely disregard it!
Jiang Ce sat cross-legged with eyes closed in front of the Buddha statue with clasped hands, so he didn’t know that at this moment, on his body, a projection of an evil god wielding dense tentacles was rampaging in mid-air.
Even ignoring the projection, the malice that had once subdued the red-clothed fierce ghost in the public cemetery, enhanced by Great Shamatha, had condensed into substantial black mist, permeating the room and constantly eroding the ghost infants’ confidence.
The two ghost infants, originally lacking intelligence, suddenly felt their heads itch, as if they had suddenly grown brains:
Where is this place? Why is that person so terrifying? Who will save us?
