At this point, Leo looked at Emory and said, “Mr. Montoya, do you know what happens when a prominent family loses its fortune?”
Emory nodded, “The family will decline and eventually fall into complete ruin. Each generation will be worse off than the previous one, and the descendants of the family will live in misery.”
“That’s not all,” Leo added, “Once the curse within the ancestral tomb coffin fully matures, the cursed corpses will break out of the coffins and kill every member of the family, both direct and collateral!”
Emory gasped, his fists clenched, anger filling his face, “So you’re saying that the person who planted the curse wants to annihilate my family!”
“It’s not the person who planted the curse, but the mastermind behind them,” Leo corrected.
With a glint in his eyes, Emory made up his mind. He was determined to uncover the mastermind behind this, no matter what, and tear them to pieces!
Back at the Montoya family mansion, after dinner, Emory arranged a quiet guest room for Leo to use.
After settling Leo in the guest room, Emory began to arrange for an investigation into the matter, determined to dig out the mastermind.
The next day, while Leo practiced and crafted talismans, he continued until dinner time.
After dinner and a short rest, Leo went to the hospital morgue to make preparations.
Since he didn’t know the strength of the person who planted the curse, Leo set up a hidden formation using talismans and symbols to ensure the capture of the curse planter.
After everything was set up, Leo stood quietly in a dark corner, waiting for the arrival of the curse planter.
There was a hidden force lurking around the hospital and even the Montoya family ancestral shrine.
Of course, this force was like an empty presence to the curse planter.
In the dim morgue, you could hear a pin drop.
Leo’s expression was solemn. He knew that tonight, the curse planter would definitely come.
After the Dead Infant Witchcraft broke out of the corpses, if it wasn’t collected in time, it would lose its effect within an hour due to the erosion of the yang energy in the mortal realm.
Leo extended his spiritual sense, covering a range of tens of meters around him, sensing any slight movement.
The Dead Infant Witchcraft inside the bellies of the seven bodies began to wriggle…
Finally, the curse planter arrived!
Just as the Dead Infant Witchcraft started to push through the corpses’ bellies, the morgue door creaked open.
A black figure walked in, paused for a moment, and headed straight for the seven autopsy tables in front.
Leo used an evasive technique and disappeared from his original position. The door closed again with a creak, and Leo affixed a talisman to the door.
At this point, the demon trapping formation constructed from talismans and symbols was finally complete.
“Who’s there!?” The incoming black shadow suddenly turned around, her voice cold and demanding. It was the voice of a woman.
“It’s me!” Leo replied coldly.
“A Yin-Yang Master? You’re seeking death!” A chilling power shot towards Leo.
Leo formed a hand seal with one hand and released a symbol, dissipating the incoming sinister power.
The black shadow frowned in anger, “I advise you not to meddle in this. Now get out of here, and I’ll spare your life!”
One of the Dead Infant Witchcraft was about to break out, which was why the black shadow said this. She didn’t want to get entangled with Leo, fearing she might miss the best time to collect the curse seed.
Leo wouldn’t let her have her way and smiled, “I’m sorry, but I have a habit of meddling in other people’s affairs.”
“Then you shall die!” The black shadow became furious, and a surging evil power erupted from her body, pressing down on Leo like a mountain.
This evil power was the dark magic of a black witch!
Leo’s face became solemn because he couldn’t detect the opponent’s cultivation level. The black mist shrouded the figure, preventing Leo’s spiritual sense from probing.
Leo mobilized his spiritual power, releasing it to resist the infiltration of the evil witchcraft.
The black shadow didn’t approach Leo at all. The morgue had no lights on, and everything was hidden in darkness.
The black shadow held a peculiar cane in her right hand and began to form hand seals with her left hand.
As she moved her left hand, the black mist surrounding her gradually dissipated, and Leo finally saw her face.
It was a face with bark-like wrinkles, marked by the passage of time. Her countenance was withered and emaciated, resembling an elderly woman on the verge of death.
Her body was slightly hunched, and her cloudy old eyes looked at Leo, filled with a sense of world-weariness.
Black mist began to condense on the old witch’s left hand, emitting a strange fluctuation.
Leo also started to form hand seals, and his own spiritual power clashed with the witch’s power.
Visible ripples of beauty spread through the entire morgue.
The old witch clenched her left hand, causing the gathered black mist to dissipate instantly. Leo was startled, and he struck the ground with his seal.
With a “bang,” a circular firewall appeared, centered around Leo.
Three black chains suddenly emerged from the ground around Leo, resembling pythons as they shot toward him through the firewall.
The chains made a piercing “sizzle” sound upon contact with the firewall, but they couldn’t penetrate through the flames.
Inside the protected firewall, Leo changed his hand seal, and the circular firewall split into four parts. Three parts enveloped the black chains, attempting to melt them, while the remaining part shot directly at the old witch.
“Overestimating yourself!” the old witch snorted coldly. With a sweep of her cane in her right hand, the firewall instantly disappeared.
The black chains struggling in the flames instantly swelled under the control of the old witch. Carrying the flames, they simultaneously rushed toward Leo from three different directions.
Helpless, Leo had no choice but to use a teleportation technique and disappear on the spot.
Fortunately, the morgue was spacious enough; otherwise, his maneuverability would have been greatly reduced.
“A teleportation technique?” the old witch exclaimed in suspicion. Her left hand’s fingers twitched slightly, and she withdrew the three black chains.
She knew that if Leo resorted to guerrilla tactics, she would be unable to catch him at all.
The two once again reached a stalemate. Because of the Dead Infant Witchcraft, the old witch was somewhat cautious and didn’t dare to use her full strength. If she accidentally destroyed the curse seed, all her previous efforts would be in vain.
Just as the old witch was contemplating how to deal with Leo, a sudden “squeak” sound abruptly echoed in the morgue. One of the bodies’ bellies burst open, and a curse seed emerged.
The Dead Infant Witchcraft was quite repulsive. At a glance, it looked like a baby that had just crawled out of the womb. But upon closer inspection, no matter how strong one’s mental fortitude was, they couldn’t help but feel nauseous.
The Dead Infant Witchcraft was covered in a disgusting grayish-black slime, and its head was grotesquely shaped like an olive.