Chapter 109 The Little Old Man
Driven by instinct, she quickly turned and ran away.
However, this time they weren't so lucky.
Tao Tao was bound hand and foot and sat on the cold ground, looking at the strange old man in front of her with a nervous expression.
Leng Qiao, Yu Shan, and the others were seriously injured and lay unconscious on the ground.
So the only two people who are sober right now are her and this old man. Well, no, she doesn't even know if the old man is sober or not.
He looks a bit crazy.
A large pot hung from the roof beam, with a pile of burning firewood underneath. Inside, an unknown medicinal soup was simmering, dark in color and emitting an indescribable stench.
The old man had taken off his hat, revealing a long beard, messy silver hair mixed with black, draped over his shoulders, and sunken cheeks and eye sockets, making him look very thin.
He looked like a gloomy and eerie old man, somewhat like the kind of evil spirits and heretics in martial arts novels.
To put it bluntly, it looks a bit like a ghost.
He was stirring the pot with a stick, muttering to himself the whole time.
"Almost done...almost done..."
"Soak these corpses in water for a bit, and they'll be able to stand up again soon."
Suddenly, a clear, crisp sound rang in my ears.
"What are you doing?"
Bi Shi'an looked up, his eyes sharply fixed on the direction of the sound.
The little girl, who was tied up, stared at him with curiosity. Her almond-shaped eyes were round, large, and very bright.
He leaned closer, staring intently at her.
When he got so close, Tao Tao smelled a pungent odor that was only found on corpses. It was a bit overpowering, but still tolerable.
"Grandpa, we have no grudge against each other, why don't you let us go?"
A smile suddenly appeared on his cold face, and he let out a cackling laugh.
"What did you call me?!"
Seeing that something was wrong with him, Tao Tao was about to repeat herself when she suddenly stopped and her eyes darted around a few times.
"Aren't you afraid of me?!"
Two seconds later, he asked again.
"I was a little scared, but it's okay, I really didn't mean to bother you."
“I have a friend who died, and I just want to take her body and bury her.”
Bi Shi'an ignored her because his medicine was almost ready.
With a slight twitch of his fingers, he tossed a corpse into the large pot, then another, then another, until the pot was overflowing and the chains were about to break.
Tao Tao looked up at the chain that was about to break and said nervously, "Grandpa, this chain is about to break, you can't add any more."
The next second, the chain really did break.
He turned around, reached out and grabbed the chain binding the large pot, and with a flick, the pot landed steadily on the ground.
"You brat, shut up! Or I'll kill you first!"
Bissian flew into a rage and said to her, clearly believing that it was her bad luck that caused the incident.
She pursed her lips and turned her head away in annoyance, but then noticed that the rotting flesh of the corpse that had fallen out of the cauldron seemed a little different.
There has been a lot of rain recently, and the mountains are receiving even more rainwater.
A corpse will decompose faster due to environmental factors, and rigor mortis will also subside in a shorter time than usual.
No wonder she noticed that when he was controlling the corpse, it was noticeably limp, and rotten flesh was falling off as he moved.
It's a bit disgusting.
"Is this herbal soup meant to stiffen the corpse? Or perhaps to slow down its decomposition?"
These words caught his attention, and he turned to look at her suspiciously.
How did you know?!
"Your medicine won't work; it's definitely not as effective as mine."
She shook her head haughtily, her gaze towards the medicine carrying a hint of disdain.
Upon hearing this, Bi Shi'an darted to her, his eyes gleaming, and asked excitedly, "What medicine? What medicine do you have? Hand it over quickly."
He had reached a bottleneck in his puppetry skills and needed to use a large number of corpses. He used to use living people more often, but living people were too noisy, and using living people too often would be particularly conspicuous.
He was chased and killed by the righteous sects of the martial arts world several times, and he was really getting impatient with those insects, which he could kill but never get rid of.
Moreover, he didn't want to stay in the Heavenly Mystery Palace all the time, as it was too stuffy. So he wandered around to various places like mortuaries and mass graves and eventually arrived here.
Once he has mastered the art of puppetry, controlling an army of millions at once will definitely be no problem.
At that time, he will be the number one martial artist in the world.
"You have to untie me! Otherwise, how am I supposed to give it to you?"
Tao Tao glanced sideways at her bound hands behind her and lifted her bound feet.
Upon hearing this, Bi Shi'an untied her restraints without hesitation, not at all worried that she would escape.
She rubbed her sore wrists and got up to move around a bit.
"Give it to me now! Little girl, hurry up!"
He impatiently reached out and slammed his hand in front of her, his face showing great anxiety.
"Don't worry, Grandpa, I'll definitely give it to you."
"Let me go find my friend first."
After she finished speaking, she walked into the yard, saw that the ground was full of corpses, squatted down and touched them to see if it was the same face.
She had seen the portrait; the woman was beautiful and should be easy to find.
He stood at the doorway, his eyes flashing with malice, his chest heaving with anger: "You brat, how dare you play tricks on me?!"
With its hands shaped like claws, it pounced directly at the attacker.
Suddenly, her clear, sweet voice rang out: "Oh, Grandpa, you're so old, don't get angry all the time, or you'll ruin your health."
His familiar tone, caring words, and overly friendly manner made him feel somewhat bewildered.
It was as if the girl knew him, but those who knew him were either terrified of him or loathed him, so how could she speak to him so without any reservations?
Bi Shi'an stopped, withdrew his hand, and squatted down curiously beside her: "What are you looking for?"
"Looking for a woman who is very beautiful."
He scoffed dismissively, "These people all look the same, they're ugly as hell, what's so good-looking about them?"
"Dead people are definitely not as good-looking as when they were alive."
"But I have the ability to restore these people to their former beauty."
She turned her head, smiled at him, and looked at him with a smug look in her eyes, which was very lively and playful.
It inevitably brings a sense of joy to people.
"You're a doctor? You don't look like one."
He stroked his chin, scrutinizing her. If she wasn't a doctor, why did she react so calmly to these corpses, as if she were used to it?
Could she be some kind of vixen from some sect in the martial arts world?
"I'm not a doctor, I'm a funeral director, specializing in preparing the deceased for burial."
"Oh! So you're in charge of funerals, right?"
This young girl with blond hair isn't bad-looking, so why is she doing this?
She gave a thumbs up: "You're right."
Bi Shi'an couldn't understand it any more and more. He scratched his head and thought to himself, "Could it be that she is also practicing some kind of peerless martial arts?"
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