Chapter 9 Monster "Why do you know so much?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an evil wind suddenly blew outside the house, carrying dust and dead leaves everywhere.
A figure came from far away in the wind and sand, and slowly stepped into the sight of the two.
Old Zhang was hunched over, trudging along, and looked frail from head to toe.
In fact, Lao Zhang was indeed sick. His underwear had become abnormally loose, completely covering the outline of his body.
The head is like a skull and the torso is skinny.
Because of the distance, Xie Wuyang could only see Lao Zhang's mouth opening and closing, and he kept muttering something, but the words were blown away by the wind in front of his ears and disappeared.
Unable to find the monster, Xie Wuyang seemed to vaguely understand why Yun Wanzhou said the monster was different.
Seeing the monster getting closer, Xie Wuyang pushed Yun Wanzhou to signal him to hide. Yun Wanzhou didn't know what was wrong with him and didn't move. In the end, Xie Wuyang had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue with his plan of walking into the trap.
Xie Wuyang picked up a stone from the ground, shook it twice in his hand, aimed at Lao Zhang's feet and threw it from the side.
The stone fell to the ground and rolled twice due to inertia, and just stopped next to Lao Zhang.
Old Zhang seemed to pause and looked down at the stones on the ground, as if wondering where he came from.
He was wearing a blue dress today. Xie Wuyang had seen this dress in Lao Zhang's closet yesterday. The dress had a smell of stale moisture, but it was washed clean and neatly folded.
I never thought that Lao Zhang would wear it today.
After a while, Lao Zhang raised his head and his eyes slowly fell on Xie Wuyang.
Something seemed to move in the two black holes on his face, and then he opened his bloody mouth at Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips in disgust, but he couldn't just leave, so he could only stand there and watch this "thing" get closer little by little.
Old Zhang seemed to be confirming something. He walked around the two of them twice with awkward steps, and a sense of seriousness and earnestness could be seen on his tightly pursed lips.
"Who are you?"
Xie Wuyang looked him up and down and made up a story, "Your neighbor asked us to come over and drop off some things."
When he heard the word "neighbor", Lao Zhang paused. The next moment, he suddenly put his head close to Xie Wuyang's eyes, staring at Xie Wuyang for a long time, then he hesitated and withdrew his body, as if he had no idea that he was dead, and didn't know how scary he looked in front of others.
"What is it?" asked Lao Zhang.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang suddenly pulled out a piece of talisman paper given to him by Yun Wanzhou from his waist and stuck it hard on Lao Zhang's forehead.
When Xie Wuyang saw Lao Zhang coming back alone, he guessed that there was something different about the monster Yun Wanzhou mentioned.
Xie Wuyang always thought that the monster was following Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang was a puppet, and the monster was the master who controlled the puppet. But now it seems that maybe the monster is living in Lao Zhang's body.
As for Lao Zhang...
As Chen Ziyi said, he had died a long time ago.
Just as Xie Wuyang was quietly waiting for the spell on Lao Zhang's head to take effect, Lao Zhang suddenly rolled his eyes, raised his hand, tore off the talisman paper on his head, put it to his nose and sniffed it, then shook his head, "This is not mine."
"This is not mine..."
Before he could finish his words, Xie Wuyang raised his hand and cast another talisman. While sticking it on Lao Zhang's face, he raised his hand and chopped it on the back of his neck.
It’s a pity that Xie Wuyang overlooked one thing.
His physical spiritual power is now low, and Lao Zhang is already an unconscious living dead. If he wants to knock him out, it will be extremely difficult.
There was silence all around. Looking at Old Zhang who was still standing there, a look of surprise flashed across Xie Wuyang's eyes.
Yun Wanzhou quickly waved his hand and hit Lao Zhang on the back of the neck.
There was a sound of flesh hitting the ground, and Lao Zhang fell straight to the ground.
At the same time, something on Lao Zhang's body flashed twice, appearing and disappearing, and Xie Wuyang couldn't even see the outline clearly.
It was not until the thing appeared for the third time that Xie Wuyang finally saw it clearly.
The reason was simple. The monster turned its head, knelt on all fours in a bird-like posture, and stared at Xie Wuyang with a pair of pitch-black eyes.
The stuff on his face looked like a sticky liquid, dripping onto Lao Zhang drop by drop, and blood-red saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Even though Xie Wuyang was mentally prepared, he was still disgusted.
He thought that the difference Yun Wanzhou mentioned was at most a difference in appearance, but he never expected that it was actually a monster without intelligence.
Although he thought so in his heart, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but take two steps back and look away.
Xie Wuyang was unwilling to accept the loss before the bet even started. After a while, he couldn't help but turn his head to take a look. This look almost made Xie Wuyang vomit out the food he had eaten the previous night.
Lao Zhang's clothes had been torn to shreds by the monster, revealing his broken body.
The cracks ran from his toes to his neck and then to his empty head.
What was even more shocking was that the monster that had just squatted on Lao Zhang's body was now leaving its stomach and stuffing Lao Zhang into it.
The cultivators in the world of cultivation are divided into two factions, one is the righteous immortal sect, and the other is the independent cultivators scattered throughout the world.
These independent cultivators, who are gifted, can practice proper techniques on their own even without anyone to guide them.
The other part is people who have no fate with immortality.
This type of people usually cannot establish a foundation even after practicing for a lifetime, so they try every possible means to develop a kind of evil magic.
This technique relies on devouring the spiritual power of other cultivators and forcing it on oneself in order to make up for one's own shortcomings in cultivation. Therefore, it is not tolerated by the world.
Devour, this word is not uncommon in the world of cultivation.
But this kind of magic is far less terrifying than the scene before him.
Xie Wuyang suppressed his nausea and turned his head away.
I felt sorry for this thing at first, but now I think I was totally wrong.
I caught a glimpse of Yun Wanzhou's profile out of the corner of my eye, but found that his thin lips were tightly pursed and his expression was dull.
Whether five hundred years ago or now, it seems that there is nothing in this world that can make Yun Wanzhou have too many emotions and ties.
Just at this moment, Yun Wanzhou turned his gaze and fell on Xie Wuyang. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
The vague concern in his eyes made Xie Wuyang feel a little uncomfortable. He calmly shifted his attention, "This monster actually used such a cruel method of devouring."
Yun Wanzhou's gaze, which had been about to be withdrawn, suddenly fell back and stared at Xie Wuyang for a long while before suddenly speaking, "Why do you know so much?"
Xie Wuyang hadn't expected that a casual remark of his would arouse Yun Wanzhou's suspicion. He stopped muttering and raised his head with forced composure, "I saw it in a book."
Yun Wanzhou was skeptical and before he could ask more questions, he saw that Old Zhang beside him had been completely stuffed into the monster's body.
Yun Wanzhou extended his right hand towards Xie Wuyang, subconsciously wanting to create a barrier to protect Xie Wuyang, but Xie Wuyang suddenly held his hand down.
Xie Wuyang stared at the monster and narrowed his eyes, "Master, I have an idea."
The spiritual power in Yun Wanzhou's hand stagnated, and he turned to look at Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang's expression was serious. "Doesn't this monster like to suck people's blood and souls? How about..."
"No." Yun Wanzhou refused without hesitation.
Xie Wuyang's heart moved slightly. He had never thought that one day Yun Wanzhou would care so much about his life or death.
"I didn't intend to die," Xie Wuyang suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and explained, "I once saw a spell in a book that imitated the breath of a living soul. I thought it was interesting, so I wrote it down."
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang habitually wanted to touch the talisman paper at his waist, but suddenly remembered that he had used the last few on Old Zhang. He stretched out his hand towards Yun Wanzhou, "Master, can you lend me a few talismans and some spiritual power?"
Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Seeing that the monster was getting closer and closer to the two of them, Xie Wuyang became anxious. Ignoring the shock that flashed across Yun Wanzhou's eyes, he reached into his belt, took out a few talismans, quickly took off the Emperor's Sky Wood from his waist, and used his spiritual power to quickly draw two strokes on the talisman paper.
High-level cultivators can draw talismans remotely, but Xie Wuyang's body is only that of a Qi-refining cultivator. Not to mention remotely, he has to borrow other people's spiritual power to draw on paper.
The monster devours the essence and blood of living souls. It is impossible for him to use living people as bait, so he came up with a way to use talismans to create the breath of living souls.
But the imitation can never compare to the real thing, and I don’t know if the monster can smell it.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
He was very talented in his previous life and his cultivation progressed rapidly. When he was below the Golden Core stage, he had never even faced a monster directly. This was the first time he had caught a monster at the Foundation Establishment stage.
After devouring Lao Zhang, the monster didn't seem satisfied at all, and continued to sniff the ground with its nose raised.
The talisman paper in Xie Wuyang's hand was burning brightly, and his handsome face was half hidden in the flames.
The monster rolled its black eyes, and its gaze as it surveyed the area was chilling.
When the spiritual power on the talisman paper shone brightly, Xie Wuyang suddenly squatted down and shook the talisman paper in his hand.
The monster was crawling on the ground. This height allowed him to not have to look up at Xie Wuyang, and also allowed the talisman paper soaked in spiritual power to be completely within his sight.
This monster must have been unintelligent and did not feel that this dog-teasing behavior was insulting at all. Instead, it moved its nose like an animal, and when it smelled the scent of the burning soul on the talisman paper, it revealed a hunting-like murderous look.
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