Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 118 Morning Light
Chen Chuan stared at the flying head, stretched out his hand to draw the halberd, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the forehead of the monster, and then pulled the trigger.

boom!
A burst of fire came out from the muzzle of the gun.

The flying head seemed to be frightened, and it let out a cry and suddenly flew up. The long hair that was blown up covered all his vision.

Chen Chuan was sure that he had hit the target just now, but it seemed to have passed through his head, as if it was just an illusion. At this moment, his other hand grasped the handle of the knife with five fingers and swung the knife upwards based on his feeling!

The flying head let out another scream. When the gun was fired just now, it seemed to have no effect. But this time, when the blade reached it, there was a very slight feeling of blockage in the hand, as if it had cut on some elusive object, but there was also a feeling of emptiness and not cutting anything solid.

At almost the same time, he also noticed that the signs of emptiness on the "second self" seemed to deepen for a moment. From this, he immediately knew that he had indeed hurt this thing just now, but the effect seemed to be not great.

At this time, the flying head rushed out of the gauze curtain and hovered above it.

Chen Chuan glanced and saw that the place where the flying head had just been perched was covered with blood, flesh and bones like mud, and it was impossible to see what it was.

He looked back at the flying head again. The gunshot was indeed useless, but the knife could hit it. The difference between the two was probably because there were alienated tissues in Xue Jun's knife, but there might not be enough alienated tissues in the knife.

In this case……

He took a few steps back on his own initiative. When the flying head saw that he had left that position, it circled in the sky for a while and then rushed towards the pile of flesh and blood again.

Chen Chuan thrust the long knife into the ground, and when it fell in front of him, he suddenly stretched out his hand, as if he had caught something, and then with his five fingers clenched, he grabbed the flying head's long hair, and stopped the thing in mid-air.

He was cheered up. It was true. Because there were enough alienated tissues in his body, he could touch this thing directly.

But this is not without cost. At the same time, the signs of emptiness on my second self suddenly deepened.

He ignored it and grabbed it with both hands. At the same time, he shouted, exerted strength with his waist and back, and stepped back step by step, slowly pulling the thing away from the mass of flesh and blood. The thing kept struggling and making yiyi sounds during this process.

This thing is not big, but the power it transmits is not small.

Because he needed to keep his second self to resist those unknown invasions and injuries, Chen Chuan did not choose to let it overlap with his own body this time. He just relied on his own strength to fight against it. Fortunately, those alienated organizations did not grow in vain. He is no longer the same as before, and even his own strength seems to be enough for now.

At this time, he adjusted his breathing slightly, and with the help of the hair, he moved his hands forward alternately, and gradually approached. When the distance was enough, he shouted, grabbed the head, and wrapped it tightly in his arms!
Feitou seemed greatly frightened, and struggled desperately. The force was so great that it seemed as if he would be lifted up by the force. However, his expression was calm, and he did not relax his strength at all.

During the struggle, he was almost slipped out of this thing several times, but he controlled it back every time by using the method of instantly overlapping the second self. After a long time, he suddenly felt empty in his arms, and when he looked down, he saw that this thing suddenly disappeared.

He slowly stood up and patted his clothes. He didn't think that this thing had been eliminated. Ghost stories are not so easy to eliminate. It may just be that the sacrifice time has passed.

But once it is sacrificed again, it will definitely appear again. Only when it can no longer be seen after the sacrifice, it can be considered truly eliminated.

He walked to the altar, drew out the Xuejun Knife, turned around and walked out.

"Expert Chen is out."

Gu Mingde saw Chen Chuan coming out. He stopped the people behind him and walked forward by himself. He looked at Chen Chuan and saw that he was fine. He was a little relieved. "Expert Chen, what happened?"

Chen Chuan looked at him, then at the people behind him, and said, "Captain Gu, everyone, this is a protracted battle. I have stopped this thing from eating blood, but the sacrifice here cannot stop, otherwise it may run away to other places. I will stop it again at the next sacrifice."

Gu Mingde said, "I have sent a telegram to the back before. The things that Expert Chen needs will be brought here soon. We have sufficient supplies. As long as the method is feasible, we can keep fighting this ghost thing."

"Yes, Expert Chen is taking the greatest risk, and we are just standing guard here. What else is there to complain about?"

"That's right, Expert Chen, don't worry, we will definitely support you!"

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "You are right. With your support, I can concentrate on dealing with that thing in front." He clasped his fists and said, "I'll leave the outside affairs to you.

Everyone also clasped their fists solemnly as a gesture of greeting.

Chen Chuan walked to the side, took out the topaz and looked at it. Half of it had turned black. After putting it back, he sat down.
He didn't notice it during the fight, but after Fei Tou was dealt with, he could feel a force stimulating the alienated tissues in his body, and he also began to use breathing techniques to guide and regulate it.

This is much more effective than the usual medication. If he had not sorted out the structure of his own alienated tissue, he might have suddenly entered into the abnormal growth that Cheng Zitong mentioned. But now, it would only be a tonic for him.

Seeing him sitting there motionless with his sword in his hand, everyone thought he was taking a rest, which was understandable. After all, they would easily lose their minds if they just got close to those flying heads, but Chen Chuan was facing a group of them, even including the source of the flying heads. The pressure must have been very great, and no one knew how he could bear it.

Therefore, everyone was very careful when they moved at this moment, for fear of disturbing him.

At noon, some people came up from the foot of the mountain with some offerings, and arranged some people to be responsible for the worship and sacrifices. Fortunately, there was no need to go inside, just stay outside.

As it was getting close to evening, some people followed Chen Chuan into the old temple and placed offerings on the altar. When they saw the flying heads all over the ground, they were shocked for a moment. They knew how difficult this thing was to deal with, and they looked at him with admiration.

Chen Chuanshuo said: "Thank you for your help."

"No need to bother, Expert Chen. How can our little work compare to what Expert Chen can do?"

After a few polite words, they had to leave without taking a closer look at the place. Because they knew they couldn't stay here for long, especially after just a while, they felt uncomfortable all over, and had a faint nausea and a dizzy feeling.

After they walked out and stood under the sun, they felt as if they were reborn. They couldn't help but feel emotional and wondered how Chen Chuan had managed to stay in there for so long.

Chen Chuan sat down on the steps at one side. He leaned the Xuejun Knife against the side and glanced upward. The sunlight shining through from above might be the only warmth here.

He sat quietly alone in this temple of old times, as if he had merged into it, but his eyes were always bright and the long sword in his hand seemed ready to burst into sharp edge at any time.

As time went by, the light gradually dimmed and slowly entered into darkness. The two sacrifices, one at 6:30 in the morning and one at 6:30 in the evening, were approaching soon.

Chen Chuan raised his hand to look at his watch, and seeing that it was almost time, he stood up and lit up the circle of torches inserted on the walls of the old temple. The place soon became bright under the light of the fire.

But in the slightly flickering firelight, the long shadows, the collapsed stone statue behind, and the broken flesh and blood around made the surrounding environment seem even more eerie and terrifying.

Suddenly, the sheep tied on the altar began to shake. At the same time, the sheep's skin and flesh suddenly split open, blood oozed out, and flowed all around.

Chen Chuan raised his head and stared above the altar. After a moment, the torch shook violently, and then suddenly, the flying head emerged from the shadow above and rushed straight towards the sacrifice below. Its long hair fluttered, like a large shadow covering the area below.

Chen Chuan took two steps forward, and instantly crossed a space of five or six meters. He kicked forward with a whip-like kick, hitting the head with incredible accuracy, and swept it off the altar with one kick.

The flying head had its sacrificial food interrupted, and it let out a familiar shriek, trying to approach the altar again, but Chen Chuan stood there, constantly driving it away, kicking and hitting it, preventing it from getting closer. After kicking it away countless times, the flying head finally disappeared once again.

Chen Chuan stood for a while, then took out the topaz from his arms. Seeing that it had turned completely black, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched it, and it turned into crumbs that fell from between his fingers.

This time, the topaz blocked some of the damage for him, but tomorrow he would have to bear it all on his own.

However, he could clearly feel that the flying head existed for a much shorter time this time than last time, which showed that this method was very useful.

He waved his hand and walked out again. After telling Gu Mingde and others about the situation, he went to the tent they had prepared for him to rest, while silently guiding the growth of the alienated tissue.

In the early morning of the next day, he walked into the old temple again. The process of the day was almost the same as yesterday. Every time, he successfully kept the flying heads out of the sacrificial food.

However, as the day went on, the damage to my second self had obviously worsened, but it was still within an acceptable range. However, this was indeed a battle of attrition, and the damage to my second self was continuous and would accumulate. From this perspective, even if there were no additional changes, the limit would only be within one or two days.

On the third day, after some adjustments, Chen Chuan entered the old temple again. When the sacrifice appeared, the flying head appeared. He once again successfully forced it to disappear. This time, the flying head only existed for a few minutes.

He had a hunch that the next time, it would probably be the time to completely get rid of this thing.

The day passed slowly but quickly. In the evening, when the sacrifice was about to begin, a member of the team outside suddenly shouted, pointing outside the mountain, "Captain Gu, look!"

Gu Mingde looked over and was shocked to see many black spots flying from all directions. Each one of them was a flying head. Roughly counting, there were as many as forty or fifty of them.

He immediately realized, "These should be from other Feitou Sect bases. It seems that Expert Chen's method worked!" He shouted, "Prepare to fight back." He also warned, "Try not to let these things enter the temple!"

The members of the commissioned team responded loudly, raised their guns, and then fired continuously outside. At this time, no less than a hundred people had gathered on the mountain. The explosive gunshots startled countless flying birds, and from time to time a flying head was shot down by them, but about one-third of them still flew into the old temple through the hole.

Gu Mingde looked towards the direction of the old temple with a solemn expression. They had done what they could. It seemed that Chen Chuan would have to rely on himself to deal with those things inside.

In the old temple, Chen Chuan was waiting for the flying heads to appear again. According to the previous method, it would not be difficult to deal with it this time, but as those flying heads came in, he immediately felt disturbed.

He had a premonition that once the flying head's root came into contact with fresh flesh and blood, it would most likely recover, and that would be troublesome.

At this critical moment, his eyes flashed, and he took two steps forward, grabbed the source of the flying heads under his arm, then drew his gun, turned around, raised his hand and shot. Bang bang bang, the sound of gunfire rang out continuously, and the flying heads flew in panic. He used up all the bullets in one breath, threw away the pistol, grabbed the heads and rushed forward, swinging his knife to cut them off!

With every slash of the sword, a flying head would fall off. When the last flash of the sword passed, there would be no more flying heads in the huge hall.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a deep sigh in his ears, and then he felt something light beside his hand. Turning his head, he saw a pile of ashes falling down, and a lot of black hair scattered on the ground.

Chen Chuan saw at this time that the second me seemed to have suffered a serious blow. It was shaking like water waves and became so ethereal that it almost faded away.

At the same time, the alienated tissues in the body also felt an unprecedented strong stimulation.

He frowned. This level...

Breathing techniques are no longer enough.

He took a deep breath, tore off his overalls, and began to practice free-hand fighting. However, after practicing a few times, he felt that he could not keep up with the growth rate of the alienated tissue, so he tried to imitate other strength stances and the strength techniques that He Xiaoxing taught him specifically.

He tried again and again, and time passed as he kept practicing. Finally, he found that it might not be enough, so he simply took the Xuejun Sword in his hand, and kept using the heavy slashing force while coordinating his breathing. For a moment, the sword force overflowed, the light flashed, and the remains of the flying head on the ground were shattered by his residual force.

He kept moving all night, and when the first ray of light shone down from the sky in the early morning, he finally put away the knife and stopped moving. At this moment, he raised his head and there seemed to be a faint flash of light in his eyes.

He let out a long breath, put away his sword, stood up, thought for a moment, first cleaned up the ashes and black hair on the ground, then straightened his clothes, put the sword across his shoulder, and walked out.

The people outside had been waiting anxiously. Gu Mingde had a circle of stubble growing on his chin, and they had not slept all night.

Because since those flying heads entered the old temple yesterday, Chen Chuan has not come out as usual, and they don’t know what happened inside. Now it is daybreak, if he doesn’t come out again, they will have to try to take the risk and rush in.

At this moment, they suddenly heard footsteps. Those who were sitting stood up involuntarily and looked towards the entrance of the old temple one by one.

As the footsteps became clearer, they saw Chen Chuan holding a knife in one hand, walking out step by step from the dim light. His figure went from blurry to clear, and finally stood under the morning light.

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(End of this chapter)