Chapter 063: The Twin Fiends of Crimson and White

Master!
Silver needles conceal the shadow of Yin, the shadow transforms into evil spirits!
Even if He Chuan had not been bound to the stone pillar by me, with gunshot wounds in all four limbs, it would have been nearly impossible for him to evade this skeleton.
Certainly, He Chuan deserved death, yet he should not die now, nor here.
In the nick of time, I stepped in front of He Chuan, facing the shadow skeleton and struck with my palm: "True Law! In accordance with the command! Break!"
The skeleton dispersed. I spat onto the ground, tilted my head and squinted at the newcomer. "Pretending I don’t exist, that’s a bit much, isn’t it?"
"Hmph!" Although his face was obscured, I was certain it was etched with disdain.
"You? You think you can stop me?"
He shook his head as he spoke. "You can’t possibly believe that breaking my spell once means you can handle me, right? You kids really don’t know your limits."
"Enough… You’re all doomed tonight anyway, so I’ll start with you…"
Bathed in moonlight streaming from the door, I saw clearly as he drew two straw dolls dyed a deep crimson from his chest.
One straw doll’s head was wrapped in a bright red cloth bag, perfectly fitted.
The other doll wore a white cloth bag over its head.
Both bags—red and white—were painted with human faces.
He casually tossed them to the ground, sneered coldly at me, then formed seals with his hands and whispered, "Rise!"
The two straw dolls stood upright, swaying side to side.
Boom!
Suddenly, flames erupted from their heads, slowly engulfing them from head to toe.
The burning straw emitted not blue smoke, but dense black vapors.
The black vapor lingered, gathering until the straw dolls were reduced to ash.
In their place stood two figures roughly my height, clad in black suits and hats.
Their faces matched those of the straw dolls exactly.
The red-faced man grinned at me, looking overjoyed.
The white-faced one wore a mournful expression, as if his father had just died.

They had transformed from the straw dolls into deadly fiends!
Bang, bang, bang…
"Red and white twin fiends! Uncle Li! You really wish for me never to find peace!"
Clearly, Uncle Li’s sorcery had left an indelible terror in He Chuan’s heart.
He Chuan, bound and seated on the ground, unable to kneel, instead battered his head against the stone pillar.
Each thud was loud, and before long his head was bathed in blood.
"Uncle Li! I was wrong! I was wrong! It’s all my fault! Please, give me another chance! I truly didn’t betray the society, I really wasn’t conspiring with him to oppose you!"
Uncle Li…
To conjure the red and white twin fiends, this Uncle Li was no ordinary man.
As the old saying goes: red joy, white sorrow; smiles and tears differ, joy curses the sky, sorrow curses the earth; together, the twin fiends are forbidden by heaven and earth.
According to tradition, the red fiend is forged from the souls of forty-nine brides or grooms who died on their wedding day, their spirits stripped of consciousness by secret arts, then fused into one.
Those who die on their wedding day, whether bride or groom, bear immense resentment.
Joy turned to tragedy, happiness within reach, only to be severed by fate.
The greatest happiness flipped to deepest sorrow, and such hatred is buried in the soul.
Thus, the red fiend—formed of forty-nine such souls—is saturated with rage.
It is said that the soul of anyone killed by the red fiend will relive forty-nine unique torments of resentment each day, never finding reincarnation.
The white fiend, meanwhile, requires the souls of forty-nine people who died unjustly on "yin" days and hours.
Some say those who die on such times are pitied by heaven, for most lived lives of hardship—orphans, those who suffered lifelong misery without a day of happiness.
The "yin" day and hour mark a special moment, and those who die then are cared for in the cycle of rebirth, destined for an easier next life.
Because their resentment is so great—why must they suffer all their lives, their bodies unclaimed even in death?
To compensate for these innocents, the underworld established a rule for reincarnation, to pacify their grievances.
But if their souls are captured and used, the white fiend thus created is far more terrifying than the red.

Though the souls claimed by the red fiend suffer only the pains of life, those ensnared by the white fiend must endure the agony of their death tens of thousands of times each day, along with terror of the fiend; worse, they are driven to become vengeful ghosts, compelled to kill their dearest kin and deliver their souls to the fiend for consumption.
That is why the elders say: encounter the red fiend and one dies; meet the white fiend and the whole family perishes!
Judging by Uncle Li’s age, he’s not old, yet he can produce both red and white fiends—how ruthless must he be?
How many have met tragic ends at his hands, not even spared in death?
Unless he deliberately targets victims, how could there be so many coincidental deaths—so many brides, grooms, and those who died at "yin" times?
Red fiend to the left, white fiend to the right.
My grandfather once mentioned, if you meet the red and white twin fiends, you might still battle the red, but if the white appears, run if you can—don’t let yourself and your parents be damned after death.
At the time, I dismissed it, thinking myself accomplished, fearless of any fiend.
But now, facing them directly, the chilling aura they exude makes it hard to breathe.
He Chuan continued bowing, his movements slowing, blood flowing ever more, breathing weaker and weaker.
At this rate, he would kill himself without anyone lifting a hand.
To stop He Chuan, I kicked him unconscious.
Then I stretched my arms upward, loosening my muscles.
"Uncle Li, is it? Seems your rank in Golden Cicada Society is higher than He Chuan’s—surely the police have you on record?"
"You? Planning to catch me? Ha! Go ahead! Let’s see if you have the skill!"
As he spoke, Uncle Li leaned forward.
His face caught the moonlight.
In that glow, I saw a jet-black nail embedded in his left brow bone!
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