Chapter 738: Witch God Path

"Oh... then when will you be back?"

"In the afternoon, back for dinner."

"Okay."

After saying this, Chen Ling in the cotton clothes took a deep look at Chen Yan, turned around, and pushed the door open to leave.

The old wooden door creaked. Chen Ling in the cotton clothes passed a small mirror on the wall and stopped subconsciously... Chen Ling met the gaze of the cotton-clad Chen Ling in the mirror, seeing that haggard and pale face, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

At such close range, Chen Ling could see every detail on that face... It was a gray face, as if radiating illness and suffering from the inside out. Although Chen Ling didn't know how to read faces, surely anyone seeing this face could tell that his life was coming to an end. This was the face of a dying man.

Congenital heart disease... can it torture a person to this extent?

Chen Ling from the Third District saw his own appearance and couldn't help but feel his gaze waver, but after a long silence, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

He wrapped his worn-out cotton clothes tighter around himself and stepped out the door. Scattered snowflakes carried in the cold wind brushed against his face, instantly freezing that pale face red...

It was about five o'clock, and the sky was not yet bright. Under the pitch-black night sky, the youth stood alone in the wind and snow, his breath condensing into white mist.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and walked along the street, his footprints extending toward the end of the street...

Crunch—crunch...

Before he had gone very far, a melodic opera tune drifted from the house behind him, echoing in the dim, snowy air.

"The ice wheel over the island begins to rise~ See the jade rabbit, the jade rabbit rises early in the east. The ice wheel leaves the island, heaven and earth are exceptionally bright, the bright moon is in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace, the slave is like Chang'e leaving the moon palace..."

The youth in cotton clothes stopped in the snow and looked back.

"This kid..."

After a while, he smiled helplessly and continued toward the Second District.

By the time he crossed Frost Street, Chen Yan's voice could no longer be heard. Chen Ling from the Third District carried a kerosene lamp and walked straight along the road, the dim light and shadow tearing a corner of the night...

Just then, an unhealthy flush suddenly appeared on his face, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Amidst the violent coughing, blood spilled frantically from his fingertips, splashing onto the pale snowfield.

But strangely, this blood wasn't red, but tinged with black. Wisps of eerie aura drifted from it, and even Chen Ling, who was currently possessing him, frowned instantly!

Wait...

Even with congenital heart disease, it wouldn't change the color of the blood, right?

And Chen Ling actually sensed a hint of a very familiar aura in that blood... Thinking back carefully, Chen Ling's pupils shrank suddenly.

He remembered that before he was about to step onto the twisted Opera God Path, three God Path stars had offered him an olive branch: the black Soldier God Path, the red Opera God Path, and a purple star... At the time, Chen Ling didn't know what the purple star represented, but later, after coming into contact with the Witchcraft Association in the Red Dust Realm, he realized it represented the Witch God Path.

If his talent for the Soldier God Path came from himself, and his talent for the Opera God Path came from Chen Yan, then where did the Witch God Path star that lit up the sky back then... come from?

"...Is it you?"

Chen Ling looked at the cotton-clad youth vomiting blood in the snow and muttered to himself, "I was chosen by the Witch God Path... because of you?"

No wonder a burst of purple light erupted from Chen Ling of the Third District when he escaped from the True Self Mirror last time. Thinking about it, it might have been related to the Witch God Path!

But Chen Ling didn't understand. Even if Chen Ling of the Third District had been chosen by the Witch God Path, it shouldn't have reached the point where his blood contained the aura of the Witch God Path...

While Chen Ling was puzzled, the youth in cotton clothes slowly stood up from the pool of black blood. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face in the wind and snow became even paler.

He took a deep breath, dragged his heavy body, and walked forward slowly.

Chen Ling remembered the road from the Third District to the Second District. It was very long and steep, difficult to walk even on a sunny day, let alone on a snowy day before dawn, and Chen Ling of the Third District's physical condition was so poor...

Just when Chen Ling was worried about whether he could make it, the youth in cotton clothes changed direction and actually arrived at a small, inconspicuous hill.

He navigated the hill with ease, eventually arriving beside a bare tree trunk. After looking around, he slowly began to dig in the snow with both hands...

"This is..."

Chen Ling was stunned when he saw this familiar place.

Although it was covered by white snow, Chen Ling could recognize at a glance that this was the place where he and Chen Yan were buried after being killed!

The cold wind wailed, and snow drifted;

The youth in old cotton clothes dug through the thick snow with his hands, revealing a wooden board underneath. The moment he removed the board, Chen Ling's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Under the wooden board was a small storage pit.

As Chen Ling of the Third District coughed while taking out those items one by one, a dazzling array of objects was laid out on the snow... A black hen that had been dead for who knows how long, a broken tree branch of unknown material, a container filled with a mysterious liquid that emitted a foul stench, a cross tied together with bones of unknown origin, and large bags upon bags of countless animal hearts...

Perhaps because they had been buried under the snow the whole time, these items had been frozen, not rotting, and without much odor, preserved in excellent condition.

After doing all this, Chen Ling of the Third District rested for a long time before climbing up again. He uncorked the container with the mysterious liquid and poured it little by little onto the snow.

These liquids soaked into the snow, black as ink, intertwining bit by bit into some kind of mysterious and complex circular pattern. Chen Ling of the Third District was very careful, each drop landing precisely where he intended. About three minutes later, a black formation with a radius of more than four meters appeared completely on the snow.

Following that, he began to place the branches, the hen, the cross, and the large quantity of animal hearts in the corresponding positions of the formation... It was like a bizarre and crude sacrificial ritual.

The youth in cotton clothes stood in the center of the formation and slowly looked up. Under the dim sky with drifting snow, a purple star flickered in and out of existence.

"I'll trust you once..."

"If this damn thing really works, I am willing to dedicate everything to you... If the ritual ends and there is no sign of my illness recovering, then those dreams were just dreams after all... I will never believe in any witchcraft again, nor will I accept the things you instill in me."

"Mom and Dad said they contacted a famous doctor in the Second District who can replace my heart... Even if this fails, I at least have one more chance to survive."

The murmurs of Chen Ling from the Third District rang out.

Hearing these words, Chen Ling, who was possessing him, felt a surge of confusion.