A blood-red light flashed, and Zhou Li's left arm fell to the ground. The fracture instantly became rotten and turned black, exuding a stench, and maggots swam around in the rotten flesh.
Zhou Li raised his head and glanced at the proprietress who rushed over again. Without saying a word, he endured the pain and moved around the area.
At this time, the landlady suddenly froze on the spot, milky white gas spurted out from her seven orifices, her body continued to twist, and finally she could no longer maintain her human form.
To the naked eye, the originally graceful beauty has now turned into a big lump of rotten flesh soaked in water, with mucus dripping from the rotten parts and purple-black maggots squirming in them.
The water ghost, which was swollen several times in size, stretched out its black tongue and licked its red nails stained with blood, then roared and charged towards his location.
The supernatural interference and visual interference in the mirror realm are like decorations.
Zhou Li kept dodging the hair strands coming at him. This feeling of being led by the nose made him quite uncomfortable. He was extremely depressed: "What went wrong? Why can she see through my true body?"
With the change of battlefield position.
Soon he teleported to the boy who was fishing for corpses. Feeling the more humid and cold air around him, Zhou Li understood a little bit how the water ghost located his position.
The low-level clone is just a phantom and has no entity in the air. The water ghost can determine his true position through the moist and cold water vapor.
Zhou Li teleported into mid-air again, and he could find a solution if he knew the cause.
The strange origin in the body was consumed crazily, and the mirror realm changed again. The originally blurry realm boundaries gradually became clear and transparent.
Countless Zhou Li appeared at the same time. They were dressed differently, but their breath, appearance, and even the entities in the air were the same. It was impossible to tell the real ones from the fake ones just based on the water vapor contaminated with supernatural power.
The water ghost's pale eyes looked around in confusion. In her field of vision, tens of thousands of Zhou Li were walking toward her with gnashing teeth.
After hesitating for a moment, the torrent of hair continued to squirm, wrapped into a huge black ball, firmly protecting the body, and began to quietly move towards the broken arm.
I was attracted by the smell from the beginning, and if I want to eat well, I can’t forget my original intention even if I become a ghost.
The scent of the broken arm surrounded the water ghost. When it was less than one meter away from the broken arm, she couldn't help but pounce on it.
The strange thing is that Zhou Li just watched quietly from a distance and did not choose to step forward to stop it.
Looking at it, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he turned his head to show a meaningful smile to the young man.
"Kacha, kacha"
The water ghost didn't pay attention to this, and continued to eat the broken arm impatiently, not even letting go of the bones and dregs.
After eating, his bloody face looked extremely satisfied.
Three seconds later.
Strange and sinister auras emerged from her body, entangled in her flesh and blood, and gradually tightened and compressed.
His whole body was like a Michelin tire, with deep marks appearing one after another, and these marks continued to multiply.
Every fiber of her soul was conveying pain, the torrent of black hair collapsed on its own, and the ear-piercing screams echoed in the realm.
Poisoning food is a war wisdom passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years. It doesn't matter whether it is immoral or not.
What's more, the ingredients in Hexian wontons are no less than what he made.
This wave is called courtesy exchange.
The stunned young man suddenly stirred, and his clear pupils turned cloudy. Living up to the young man's agility, the rope stick in his hand turned into a snake again, tying up the water ghost.
Taking this opportunity, Zhou Li made a fist with his right hand, wrapped half of the strange origins in his body around it, then jumped up and blasted towards her with all his strength.
"boom…"
Along with the sound of fists hitting the ground, the water-injected meat foam splashed everywhere, and the putrid smell became stronger.
He was killed with one punch. Although he used some tricks, it was obvious that the water ghost was an assassin with high attack and low defense.
In the large pit filled with flesh and blood, two black energy slowly rose up. Zhou Li could swallow it into his belly, and then his left arm grew out again after traveling around his body.
Level of deception: Medium 1.
The handsome young man watched the water ghost being executed. His body trembled again, and his cloudy eyes became clear, as if something had left his body.
He lowered his head and carefully checked his rope. He breathed a sigh of relief after finding no damage: "Fortunately, the body-seeking rope was retrieved in time. If something went wrong, it would be uncomfortable to go back."
Then he raised his head and looked at Zhou Li. To a certain extent, he was his savior.
So he stepped forward, cupped his fists and saluted, saying: "I am Wu Ping'an, the man who fished corpses from the Yellow River. I wonder who you are?"
Seeing the unusual fist-holding salute, Zhou Xue tried to return the salute in the same way and said: "I am practicing Zhou Li."
Wu Ping'an looked at Zhou Li's fist-cup salute and felt indescribably awkward. If he guessed correctly, he was also using the etiquette of those who fished corpses from the Yellow River, but there were at least three fingering errors here.
After hearing Zhou Li say that he was a casual cultivator, he said very enthusiastically: "Brother Zhou, are you interested in joining us as a body hunter? It is a nationally certified legal sect with a monthly allowance of 30,000 yuan."
Well, Zhou Li looked at Wu Ping'an in front of him in puzzlement, why it sounded so like a pyramid scheme.
"Thank you Mr. Wu for your kindness. I should be considered to have the inheritance, although I haven't met the master until now." Zhou Li refused, and at the same time picked out something he could talk about and briefly explained the reasons why he did not join.
After listening to this, Wu Ping'an actually felt the same way. He complained: "Brother Zhou, we are the same miserable people. My master also gave me a booklet and slipped out to drink flower wine."
"I drank it for two and a half years. When I came back, I was forced to give me more than 200 IOUs. All the money I earned over the years went into it."
At this time, he remembered something again and said again: "Brother Zhou, just call me Lao Wu. Mr. Wu sounds weird."
Corpse collectors are a profession that sounds mysterious, but why do they feel like they are just a bunch of fools now?
After Wu Ping'an finished speaking, Zhou Li then asked: "Mr. Wu..., Old Wu, since you know that the wonton stall is not run by anyone, why do you still go there?"
Seeing his puzzled expression, Wu Ping'an pulled up two chairs. After the two sat down, he began to answer Zhou Li's question: "This all starts with the exercises I practice. The current mainstream practice path
There are two."
"They are Shinto and Ghost."
"The representatives of Shinto are Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, etc."
"They pay attention to cultivating themselves through the spiritual inspiration of heaven and earth. But this path has extremely strict requirements on talent. If you are not talented enough to understand the mysteries of heaven and earth, you will not be able to get started in this life."
"If there was peace in the prosperous age, then Shinto would be prosperous. But for five thousand years during the Yan and Huang Dynasties, there were still a few years of peace and prosperity."
"If the world is unfair, those demons, monsters, and spies will wreak havoc in the world. In order to survive and protect themselves, ordinary people will take the path of ghost cultivation in life and death."
"Ghost way, as the name suggests, is to use Yin energy to enter the Taoism, also known as the ghost door."
"Most of the ghost practitioners are involved in dealing with the dead, such as: paper makers, corpse carriers, corpse collectors, coffin shops, barbers, executioners, ferrymen, suona craftsmen, embalmers..."
"In our spiritual world, we call the Shinto path the Sunshine Path and the ghost path the single-plank bridge."
"Because the single-plank bridge is easy to overturn, the Yin Qi is the Qi of death. Life and death are mixed together. If something goes wrong, the person may suffer serious illness or disaster in his life, or the person who is serious may be torn apart on the spot."
"It's really torn apart. That's not an exaggeration."
Zhou Li asked again: "So you ate that bowl of dead man's rice to extract yin energy for practice?"
Wu Ping'an chuckled and said: "That's not entirely true. I haven't had anything to do since I came to Jianghai City a few days ago, so I took a task on the forum.
"In addition, eating dead people's food is also to wrap the yin energy around yourself and disguise yourself as a water ghost."
"It is indeed faster to practice with Yin Qi, but every fusion is a matter of life and death. We mainly use Yin Qi to get started, and the practice after getting started is still to absorb spiritual energy."
"My heritage is that of a corpse fisher from the Yellow River. No one knows how many ghosts there are in the Yellow River. If you are entangled under the water, no matter how many lives you have, it will not be enough. So pretending to be a water ghost is a unique skill in my heritage."
After Wu Ping'an finished speaking, Zhou Li had a basic understanding of the practice world in this world. Thinking of the seamless disguise of the water ghost before, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "I see, Old Wu, what about the disguise of the water ghost before?"
What's going on? If she hadn't been too impatient, I really wouldn't have noticed anything wrong."
"People can use death energy to disguise themselves as evil ghosts, and evil ghosts can also use life energy to disguise themselves as ordinary people. Judging from the details of her disguise, she has at least swallowed up the vitality of a village of people." Wu Ping'an explained.
Under the golden red sunset.
Zhou Li said to Wu Pingan: "Thank you, Brother Wu, for answering my questions."
"Even a dead man's meal can't fill your stomach. I don't know if you still have an appetite, Old Wu. I'll treat you to a big hotel and have a good meal."
"I'm so embarrassed." Wu Ping'an said shyly with a red face.
This was the first time in history that someone treated me to a meal. Normally, even if I ate at a roadside stall with Master, I would always pay the bill myself.
Thinking of this, Wu Ping'an felt helpless and furious.
Zhou Li led him to the commercial street, chatting as he walked: "Old Wu, is there a unified standard of realm in the spiritual world?"
Wu Ping'an was walking on the bustling street, looking at the miniskirts coming and going, and replied: "It didn't happen before."
"But after entering the new society, the exchanges between various sects are increasing day by day. It is very troublesome if there is no unified standard."
"The government originally wanted to name it directly after the realm of Taoism, but now the spiritual energy is exhausted and Shinto is declining. And there are many people fishing for the ghost gate, so in order to take care of the emotions of both sides at the same time."
"Then I slightly modified the official position of the Yin Division and used it as a unified standard. My talent is not good, and I am still stuck in the Japanese envoy."
"The strength of the day travel realm is so strong, so what does the black and white impermanence written by Li Wei on the file mean? Logically speaking, the black and white impermanence has a much greater reputation than the day and night travel, and their strength is not worthy of this title at all."
Zhou Li thought this in his heart.
Then he stopped and looked at a pair of bright red dancing shoes in front of him.