Chapter 1670 - 304

Alii's hands did not tremble at all, nor did her face show any extra expression. She just slightly tilted the chisel she was holding, lifted the hammer again, and struck down.

"Bang!"

This time, the cracks in the skull did not expand on a large scale like the last time, but extended along the initial chisel mark in a specific direction.

This meant that the terrifying commotion of the first chisel was expected, and each crack was needed as a main or branch line for subsequent efforts.

Run Sheng did not roar again after the first shout. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, his eyes red, and sat there steadily.

Run Sheng could even predict the direction of the girl's next strike based on the chisel's tilt, preparing to counteract the force for better stability.

Next came the third, fourth, fifth strike...

The chiseling sounds were emitted continuously in a specific frequency.

At the top of Run Sheng's head, his bone and flesh were gradually chiseled out into grooves. These grooves soon became soaked with blood, bright and thick, bound with his heartbeat, carrying a slight rhythmic pulsation.

Outside the circle.

Tan Wenbin asked Zhao Yi for a cigarette, lit it, and turned away.

If it were a normal slaughter, with people losing arms and legs, he could easily accept it. But this chiseling and carving, inch by inch treating people as materials, he as a spectator could no longer bear to watch.

Lin Shuyou also went to Zhao Yi for a cigarette but was refused, his hand slapped away.

Ah You could only sit down, biting a stalk of rice in his mouth, lowering his head, rubbing his hands.

Zhao Yi's brow hadn't relaxed since the first chiseling began.

He drafted the plan, knowing that Mr. Li would integrate and upgrade it, but he originally thought it was about turning waste into treasure on the basis of solving Run Sheng's physical problems, like guiding a river to connect these dangerous rapids. This was already madness in Zhao Yi's understanding.

But it was not the case since the chiseling started from the head, which meant in Mr. Li's eyes, these vital points and current issues were classified as minor.

The boy intended to carve out a real Jiang on Run Sheng's body, then use the force of the river to break through and integrate those difficult vital points.

Zhao Yi reached out and pulled the rice stalk from Lin Shuyou's mouth, holding it in his hand, mimicking the carving movements.

To accomplish this astonishing idea, first required deep understanding of the Jiao Observation Technique of the Qin family, second required master-level expertise in carving, and third, insight into the concepts of fate and Heavenly Dao.

The first two, the girl could achieve, and Zhao Yi was unsurprised notwithstanding his amazement.

But the third one...

A person who never steps out, never engages in worldly affairs, truly can achieve heavenly-human enlightenment at home?

This is unreasonable, even impossible; she cannot achieve it!

Unless suddenly, a Dragon King from the ancestors of the Qin and Liu Families possesses her, but he has worshipped the ancestral tablets of the Qin and Liu Families and there is no spirit presence at all.

Zhao Yi's gaze fell again on Mr. Li.

He could see the problem, and Mr. Li must know it too, but Mr. Li's carving skills were just mediocre, and he had no reason to deceive himself in this regard.

Zhao Yi was very curious what Mr. Li would do next.

The carving atop Run Sheng's head had ended.

Alii walked down, standing on the next stool.

The chisel and hammer in her hands did not stop as she continued carving towards the back of Run Sheng's neck.

Blood flowed like lava from the head downwards.

Reaching the lower neck, Alii began carving towards the shoulders, accompanied by the increasingly larger area, the lava's agitation also grew stronger, no longer following the heartbeat rhythm.

Li Zhiyuan moved to the front, Run Sheng's eyes blood-red, consciousness exceedingly tense.

"Brother Runsheng, endure a bit longer."

Run Sheng made some noise in his throat, meaning he understood.

Li Zhiyuan was not asking Run Sheng to endure the pain, but to continue suppressing the Evil Qi, resentment, and ghost energy within him from spilling out.

From the very start, Run Sheng tried hard to do this because it would greatly affect Alii.

The effect surely wouldn't be fatal; Alii herself was not so weak, especially with Li Zhiyuan present.

But this was a feat of endurance, and this chiseling had to be completed tonight; it could not be stopped halfway, bandaged, and resumed after a few days.

Therefore, the craftsman's state of mind had to be maintained from the start.

The entire back was about to finish being chiseled, and Alii stood lower and lower.

Li Zhiyuan took the upper empty stool to the front, stacking it anew.

Once the back was completed, Alii walked to the front, moving upward, standing on the highest stool.

The chisel came to rest at Run Sheng's forehead, and the small hammer struck down.

"Bang!"

The shift from back to front brought a new round of terrifying impact, coupled with Run Sheng's endurance reaching its limit.

Blood that was originally flowing along the carved paths from his head and back first turned purple, then gray, finally covered by deep black.

Three gusts of Qi spilled out, winds rose within the circle, black mist spread, enveloping Alii.

The girl's face was now covered with fine sweat; fatigue had long appeared, but it was secondary. Mainly, after being shrouded in black mist, countless terrifying figures appeared before her.

Alii's body started shaking, her lips slightly rising, yet she still tried hard to focus, tilting the chisel downward again, and struck the hammer once more.

"Bang!"

The carving continued.

Run Sheng's subconscious should understand what kind of pressure such scenes would bring to Alii, also trying hard to recover those Qi flows, but as the paths opened more, and the force increased, his control over his body was becoming increasingly thin.