I Am Not the God of Drama

Chapter 1500: Curse Countermeasure

Curse Countermeasure

A dagger, a doll, cursed paper slips, a ring...

The moment these artifacts touched Suxi's palm, the curses instantly spread. It was unknown which of the artifacts took effect, but Suxi's palm directly turned into a puddle of foul-smelling bloody water!

Suxi let out a miserable scream. Half of his arm had already vanished, and that pile of cursed artifacts fell to the ground with clinking and clanking sounds, still radiating an incredibly bizarre aura.

"What the hell are these things!"

Suxi had never seen such a bizarre situation. He looked up at Jiang Xiaohua, who was frozen in mid-air.

At the same time, the chess pieces that had been stuffed into Jiang Xiaohua's body detonated explosively all at once. However, Jiang Xiaohua's body wasn't blown to ash as he had expected...

Jiang Xiaohua merely let out a soft burp.

Suxi: ???

Having lost an arm, Suxi was clearly truly enraged. Since he couldn't harm this guy's physical body, he would just target the soul directly!

His figure vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he had already arrived on the chessboard in front of Jiang Xiaohua.

"[Shock]—!!"

Suxi formed a hand seal with one hand, his voice like a clap of thunder.

In the next second, Jiang Xiaohua's vision blurred. It was as if he had been violently smashed in the chest with a sledgehammer, and his line of sight detached directly out the back of his head...

At this moment, he saw his own back, the chessboard beneath his feet, and the chilling glint in Suxi's eyes.

The moment Jiang Xiaohua's soul left his body, Suxi formed another hand seal!

A pitch-black soul-controlling chain shot out, piercing straight through the chest of Jiang Xiaohua's soul!

Clack—

The chain emitted a soft sound. As Suxi yanked it backward, Jiang Xiaohua's soul was forcefully dragged out of his body and floated in front of Suxi.

Losing its support, Jiang Xiaohua's physical body crashed onto the chessboard with a thud, lying motionless like a corpse.

From Suxi making his move to Jiang Xiaohua's soul being captured, the entire process took no more than two seconds. Suxi was indeed wary of this guy's bizarre curses, but when it came to manipulating souls, he had enough confidence in himself.

Suxi released the Path of Strategy ghost, allowing it to float back to the River Styx on its own. His gaze shifted to Jiang Xiaohua's soul beside him, and he spoke calmly:

"The curses on your physical body are indeed very powerful..."

"Unfortunately, your soul is now nothing more than my accessory."

Wrapped in chains, Jiang Xiaohua's soul floated beside Suxi like a tethered dog. However, there was no panic whatsoever on his face. Instead, a smile formed.

"Who is whose accessory... remains to be seen."

Suxi froze.

In the next second, an intense purple hue erupted in the pupils of Jiang Xiaohua's soul. He reached back and grabbed the chain pierced into his chest. A curse carved into his soul directly used the chain as a medium, pouring backward into Suxi's body!!

[I shall forever feel pain, I shall forever remember sorrow, I shall never forget]

Unprecedented pain, like a surging ocean wave, directly drowned Suxi's soul. He widened his eyes in disbelief, uncontrollably letting out a shrill, miserable howl!!!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Your curses can actually pollute souls??"

"You... you... who the hell are you?!!"

"I am Jiang Xiaohua."

Grabbing that chain, Jiang Xiaohua gave a forceful yank. Surprisingly, he ended up dragging Suxi's soul out of his physical body, letting it float beside him like he was walking a balloon dog.

Meanwhile, Jiang Xiaohua slowly lay back down into his own physical body on the ground.

A moment later, he sat up.

The Special Envoy of the Ghost Path, who was supposed to control ghosts, became the "ghost" controlled by Jiang Xiaohua with a chain. At this moment, the identities of the ghost and the ghost-controller were completely reversed!

If the other Special Envoys saw this scene, their eyeballs would probably pop out of their sockets in shock... Having served as Special Envoys of the Ghost Path for so many years, they had never heard of a Special Envoy's soul being counter-controlled by another soul.

Jiang Xiaohua stretched his limbs, his gaze falling upon Suxi's soul connected to the other end of the chain.

Suxi glared at him furiously:

"Let me go!!!"

"No," Jiang Xiaohua shook his head.

"I'm warning you... this is the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path. Even if you control me, you will be targeted by the Ghost Path. You guys won't be able to escape!"

Facing Suxi's threat, Jiang Xiaohua acted as if he hadn't heard it at all and spoke again:

"Take me to find my companions."

"In your dreams! They're probably already dead by now! It's impossible for you..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Before Suxi could finish his sentence, Jiang Xiaohua once again used the chain to transmit pain to Suxi, hurting the latter so much that he rolled frantically in the void.

"Take me to find them," Jiang Xiaohua repeated once more.

"..." Suxi gritted his teeth.

Ultimately, he yielded. Raising his hand, he pointed toward a certain direction from afar.

...

BANG—!!!

Ancient killing intent crashed together explosively in mid-air. A figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing straight through several high-rise buildings and leaving web-like cracks on the ground.

Beneath the sky of the Ghost City, an armored, white-robed figure flew up to the clouds like a roaming dragon. Holding a long sword, he looked down coldly at Jian Changsheng in the ruins.

"You are... too weak."

A bloodstained hand grabbed the edge of a fissure, slowly crawling out from the ruins. Jian Changsheng violently coughed up a mouthful of blood, the black armor on his body already battered and broken.

The same divine path, the same discipline, the same killing intent... But the Ghost Path Special Envoy could exert Rank 8 strength, while Jian Changsheng could at most exert Rank 7 strength.

Under such a massive disparity in power, Jian Changsheng was beaten to the point where he almost couldn't fight back. If it weren't for the extremely strong vitality of a [Shura], he probably would have already died at Da'an's hands.

"Damn it... Relying on a bunch of ghosts to back you up, you think you're so great?!"

Jian Changsheng tightly clenched both fists, wisps of blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth. A layer of blackness began to dye his pupils.

Surging killing intent gushed from within his body, several times more solid than before. A massive pillar of killing intent shot toward the sky, almost piercing the clouds. Within it, it was as if a pair of hollow eyes were slowly opening...

Jian Changsheng's pupils, dyed with blackness, became increasingly sharp and icy, as if another personality was beginning to take control of the body.

Seeing this scene, Da'an frowned slightly.

"So that's how it is..."

"I know why you've come."

The hand Da'an used to grip his long sword tightened. As the chain swayed, the incomplete ghost of Bai Qi was bound tighter and tighter. The killing intent radiating from Da'an also became denser and denser...

"You want to snatch back your soul here, use this kid's body to complete your resurrection, and once again prove your dao as a demigod of the Path of the Soldier... Unfortunately, things are destined not to go your way."

"Your era has passed, Bai Qi!"

Da'an's voice was as cold as frost. As the chain binding Bai Qi's ghost grew tighter, a massive number of dense cracks even began to surface on the latter's ghost!!

Da'an intended to destroy his incomplete soul right in front of Bai Bai!