Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 3777 - : Trap

Chapter 3777: Trap

“Tell me quickly, why do you suck human blood!” Yan Lesheng put on his authority as an official, and shouted loudly.

“A mere Cauldron Forging Tier dares to be impudent, humph!” the middle-aged woman said coldly.

Yan Lesheng was already furious to begin with, and with her words, his face instantly turned livid.

Where was his authority?

First, it was Ling Han, a Foundation Building cultivator, who dared to talk back to him, and now it was this mere Inscription Tier cultivator. Which of them took him seriously?

“Beat her!” He waved his hand.

The middle-aged woman released a strange howl, and her eyes suddenly lit up. Weng, instantly, the eyes of every single person in the room turned red, exuding an aura of madness. Their reason was instantly drowned out, and only one thought remained – to kill.

Only two people were unaffected. One was Ling Han, and the other was Yan Lesheng, but he wasn’t completely unaffected. His eyes were also slightly red, but compared to the others, he only became more irritable, but didn’t lose control to the point of wanting to kill.

Ling Han’s heart clenched. This kind of bewitching technique was truly powerful. Even Foundation Building cultivators wouldn’t be spared. Moreover, the one who cast this kind of technique was only a measly Inscription Tier cultivator.

Could an Inscription Tier cultivator be as strong as this?

That was absolutely impossible. If such an existence really existed, then the whole world would be in complete chaos.

Then… what was the real reason?

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Right at this moment, everyone was already fighting fiercely.

Those captains had all had their minds controlled, and launched attacks at Yan Lesheng and Ling Han.

“Humph!” Yan Lesheng roared in fury, and the battle prowess of the Cauldron Forging Tier was activated. He merely raised his hand, and those captains and soldiers were all subdued. “Freak, who exactly are you!” he shouted at the middle-aged woman.

Obviously, he didn’t think that a mere Inscription Tier could possess such massive power that it could even bewitch a Foundation Building cultivator.

The middle-aged woman laughed loudly, extremely crazed, but as she laughed, pa, her head exploded.

It was exactly the same as the previous murderer.

However, this time, Ling Han spread out his divine sense, carefully capturing it.

He keenly discovered that a sliver of soul fluctuation had shot out, but it was too fast, so he couldn’t catch up at all.

As expected.

Ling Han nodded internally. Why was it that this middle-aged woman had never seen him before, yet could recognize him with a single glance? Why was it that she was clearly only an Inscription Tier, yet could bewitch Foundation Building Tier elites?

That was because she, as well as the blood-sucking man from before, had all been taken over by an elite through a sliver of his divine sense. They were not themselves at all.

This elite’s cultivation level should be very high. Otherwise, it was impossible that a sliver of divine sense could affect a Foundation Building cultivator.

Moreover, where had the blood of this middle-aged woman and the blood-sucking man gone?

Had all the blood been delivered to that elite?

However, since he was so powerful, why didn’t he attack himself?

There were two possible reasons for this. Firstly, that person had been severely wounded, so it was inconvenient for him to move. Thus, he could only use his divine sense to affect others and have them bring him blood to heal his injuries. Secondly, it was also possible that the identity of that person was too sensitive, so he could not take the risk of being discovered, even if there was the slightest bit of chance.

Ling Han thought for a moment, and ruled out the second possibility.

Because if it was a sensitive identity, how was he supposed to get blood from the “blood slaves”?

Whether it was a blood slave going to his place, or him coming to find the blood slave, or a third location for them to meet up, it was possible that he would be seen.

Perhaps this was also possible, but Ling Han was more inclined towards the first possibility. Some elite was severely wounded, and he needed blood to heal himself. However, he couldn’t move, so he could only use his divine sense to affect others and have them bring blood to him. If that was the case… just how many blood slaves were there in this city?

Ling Han couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander. That was because that elite could even affect Foundation Building Tier cultivators, and it was too convenient for Foundation Building cultivators to kill people. It was also very easy to destroy the evidence.

There should be more than eleven victims. In fact, the number of victims should be several times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times this number.

This matter was more serious than he had imagined.

Ling Han set out again to catch the remaining two murderers. However, he found their home, yet after a long while, the two of them had still not returned.

‘Heh, he knows that I have a special tracking technique, so he’s hiding and not coming back?’ Ling Han continued his pursuit, but he lost all clues when he reached the banks of a large river.

The two of them should have jumped into the river and used the river water to wash away their aura. It was unknown where they had landed.

Ling Han walked along the bank, continuously using the jade toad to search for a scent. After half a day, he still did not find anything.

He switched to the other bank of the river, and continued his search.

Found it!

A smile appeared on Ling Han’s face. He had captured two auras at the same time. Clearly, the two of them had reunited after coming ashore.

He followed the trail, and after going around in circles for a long time, he actually arrived in

front of a large cemetery.

The jade toad was pointing at this place.

Ling Han didn’t act rashly. Instead, he retrieved the Void Beast hide and draped it over his

body, concealing his tracks.

Things had progressed too smoothly. Those two people had both thought of using the river water to conceal their aura, so how could he have found them so easily?

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Moreover, the two of them were moving together, as if they were afraid that he would not be

able to find them.

Thus, this could possibly be a trap.

Perhaps there was a super elite hidden in the dark, so Ling Han had to be careful.

He entered into the mausoleum, and quietly circled around, but did not discover anything.

He released his divine sense, and searched inch by inch.

‘Hmm?’

He had found something!

In a tomb, he discovered the fluctuations of life.

How could there be fluctuations of life in a tomb?

The auras of the two people from before had disappeared here, but he had already searched the entire cemetery, yet did not find anything. Thus, the possibility that the two of them were hiding in the cemetery was very high.

Ling Han remained calm and collected. He was naturally unafraid of those two people, but that mysterious elite might also be lying in ambush here.

He waited quietly, filled with patience.

It wasn’t long before the sky darkened. The moon hung in the middle of the sky, radiating

with a silvery glow.

Peng, a hand suddenly stretched out of the mud, and then another hand broke out of the

ground.

If Ling Han had been unprepared, he would probably have been shocked, but now, he only

smiled faintly.

Peng, another person broke out of the ground.

The two blood slaves had appeared, so where was that elite? Was he also here?

Ling Han was very patient, and continued to wait.

Another few hours passed, and when a sliver of white appeared on the horizon, peng, another

pair of hands broke through the mud at the same time.

Ling Han was shocked, because he had not discovered beforehand that there was actually a living person buried underneath.

It must be that elite that managed to deceive his divine sense.

Ling Han was internally shocked. This was indeed a trap. If he had not been very careful, and

exposed himself, he would naturally be dead now.

Peng, the dirt split apart, and the third person also sat up.

This was an old man with crimson red hair, two sharp fangs, and bloodshot eyes. Looking at This fingernails, they were sharp and long, as if they were small knives.