Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1654 - 1651: Seizing the Zither (Part 2)

"You were so scared just now that you almost wet yourself, and you still have the nerve to talk about sacrifice. Not only are you lacking in strength, but your IQ is also like a fool." Lin Tian punched and eliminated the insects and poisonous snakes around him, sneering in contempt.

This remark hit his sore spot, and Zhang Zhicheng almost screamed, "Who’s afraid? Who’s incompetent..." But before he could finish speaking, he was dragged by the Flying Head Curse, fell hard, and even dropped his sword, looking as awkward as could be.

"Stop it, all of you, or I’ll destroy the ancient zither!"

Secret Master Yasuo grabbed the ancient zither, holding a dagger in one hand and pointing at the three, especially at Lin Tian, because Lin Tian was burning his prized possessions with purple flames, even more intense than roasting popcorn.

Even though he claimed not to care about these prized possessions earlier, they were something he had painstakingly nurtured, and it would be strange if he wasn’t heartbroken.

But Lin Tian was furious, ignoring his threats, and punched again, causing a burst of purple flames that burned up another swarm of flying insects and poisonous snakes.

"You... you... you’re not afraid I’ll destroy the ancient zither!" Yasuo was quite angry, this young man was entirely unpredictable.

"Destroy it, my dear sir, I can’t play the zither anyway, just destroy it. Besides, your IQ is the same as Zhang Zhicheng’s. You worked so hard to get the ancient zither, and now you’re going to destroy it?" Lin Tian sneered, once again punching out, the purple flames sizzling and extinguishing another group of poisonous snakes.

Ning Luoxi was speechless, wondering who was really being threatened. Look at how seriously Secret Master was threatening them, they should at least play along a little. Zhang Zhicheng also had a dark expression, or rather, a black face because when Lin Tian insulted the Secret Master, he also insulted him.

"Hehe..." Yasuo suddenly laughed, looking completely unconcerned, "Destroy it, as long as I control you all and turn you into puppets, my treasures will return. No, I’ll control even more powerful ones and make them my puppets."

"The Ancient Martial Artists and Demon Exorcists of Huaxia, the Onmyoji and Ninja of Japan, the Vampires and Guardians of the West, all shall become my puppets. I will become the ruler of the world!" Yasuo stood behind the zither table, spreading his arms as if he were an emperor ruling the world.

But after he finished speaking, he noticed that the expressions of Lin Tian and the others were surprisingly unanimous: Are you stupid?

"Why don’t you aim to rule the Three Worlds and the entire universe?" Lin Tian scoffed.

"You are ignorant!" Yasuo said with a certain flair, his fingers hovering over the zither strings, ignoring the opinions of Lin Tian and the others, as if he had eyes only for the ancient zither.

Lin Tian, trying to provoke, said, "So how do you plan to control us and turn us into puppets?"

Yasuo gestured, and two Flying Head Curses flew back to his side before he replied, "The power of the ancient zither is more terrifying than you can imagine. Now, let me show you."

With that, he pressed down with his hovered fingers and plucked a string, but Lin Tian, Xiao Manxuan, and Ning Luoxi showed no reaction. However, Zhang Zhicheng stepped back a few steps, likely due to lingering shadows from earlier. Then he realized the zither made no sound, looking embarrassed.

If he felt awkward, Yasuo felt even more so. Lin Tian and Ning Luoxi exchanged glances, the strangest being Xiao Manxuan. The zither produced no sound, yet she had previously played "High Mountains and Flowing Water."

No sound came from the ancient zither, a surprise to everyone, Lin Tian included.

"Lin Tian, could it be that he broke the zither?" Xiao Manxuan shouted from the tree, as the owner of the ancient zither, her heart was pained at the thought of it becoming mute.

Everyone looked at Yasuo, who impatiently said, "The ancient zither is in my hands, how could I break it?"

"Zhang Zhicheng, remove the barrier and let me in, or if this mess up, how will you take responsibility!" Lin Tian shouted sternly, thinking if it weren’t for Zhang Zhicheng, this fool, causing so much trouble.

"No need for so much hassle!" Yasuo’s expression turned serious, picking up the serpentine dagger, he sliced into his hand.

This guy was also willing to get a deep wound, likely reaching the bone, with blood gushing out. If the death spirit blood on the serpentine dagger hadn’t been used up, who knows if it would harm the Secret Master.

However, a wound that deep would cause anyone immense pain yet Yasuo acted as if nothing was wrong, spreading his hand, letting the blood flow onto the ancient zither.

Yasuo had two Flying Head Curses guarding him and no one knew what he intended to do, so Ning Luoxi didn’t act rashly. She looked at Zhang Zhicheng and frowned, "What is Yasuo doing with the blood?"

"Maybe a blood sacrifice, to awaken the ancient zither or remove some restriction." Zhang Zhicheng shook his head, unsure.

When Yasuo’s blood dripped onto the ancient zither, staining it red, he retrieved the dagger, ready to chant some spell, when suddenly the zither shook and an astonishing red flame surged.

The ancient zither was instantly wrapped in red flames, burning Yasuo’s blood to nothing, disappearing just like how Lin Tian’s purple flames burned away his poisonous snakes, as if the zither disdained his blood.

One of the Flying Head Curses got too close and touched the red flame, igniting instantly like it was soaked in gasoline, becoming a giant fireball, with a shrill sound from within, like a howling fierce ghost, terrifying beyond belief.

Within moments, the Flying Head Curse was consumed by Zhao Cheng, leaving not even a speck of dust.

Yasuo had already turned pale with fright and retreated repeatedly, while Lin Tian and the others were again left dumbfounded, unsure of what was happening. But seeing the flames, Lin Tian frowned, recalling the scene on the ancient battlefield when Xiao Manxuan suddenly erupted with similar red flames.

"How could this be... What is this thing..." Yasuo kept asking in shock, not daring to approach the zither, much less seize it.

"Yasuo, what did you do to the ancient zither!" Zhang Zhicheng demanded, echoing the question in everyone’s mind—why did the seemingly harmless zither burst out with such powerful red flames, rendering even the formidable Flying Head Curse defenseless.

Yasuo fixed his eyes on the red flames, shaking his head incessantly, muttering, "I don’t know... really don’t know, I did nothing, I just wanted a blood sacrifice, but it’s rejecting my blood. These flames are terrifying, just like those purple flames, why is it rejecting my blood sacrifice..."

"Why reject the blood sacrifice, why can’t I, as a Secret Master, be its master! Master? Yes, it must have already recognized a master, that’s it." Yasuo questioned and answered himself, whether replying to Zhang Zhicheng or contemplating his own doubts.

The zither has a master? Everyone paused, simultaneously turning to look at Xiao Manxuan.