Chapter 438 Black Corpse Spots
As he spoke, he lowered his head in dejection, looked back at the people in the pigpen, and blamed himself: "I once thought I could uphold justice, but since I came to this world, I know that justice does not exist at all."
"Here, the strong prey on the weak."
“Even if he was once a high and mighty immortal, what did it matter in the end? He still fell to this point and became a monster that is neither human nor ghost…”
"Master Jiang, I'm beginning to doubt whether this world is real."
Jiang Ci knew that he was a passionate and righteous young man. Anyone would doubt life after seeing this scene of human slaughter.
"You're right. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. If you want to protect justice, you have to become strong."
"In fact, there are more than just the Middle Thousand Worlds. This world is much bigger than you think."
Meng Shian opened his mouth but said nothing, sighing helplessly.
Jiang Ci patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Now that you are here, make the best of it. Your father must have sent you here for some purpose, but you just haven't discovered it yet."
"By the way, besides me, have there been any outsiders coming in these days?"
Meng Shian shook his head and said truthfully: "As long as someone falls down, the ban will be triggered. In the past month, you are the only one who fell down."
Jiang Ci seemed to be thinking about something.
The hexagram shows that Hanba has indeed entered the land of imprisoned immortals and seems to be hiding in a corner.
As for why he did not trigger the ban, perhaps it was because he was full of death energy.
The Immortal Prison Land is very large, and it will take some effort to find the Hanba.
"How many people live here?" Jiang Ci asked him.
Meng Shian: "There are only three jailers, me, Uncle Luo, and the old man. As for the people, there are only those in the pigpen."
"I wanted to save them, but Uncle Luo said that anyone who came in would not live for more than a year. Some with weak health would not even survive a month. Moreover, they would get sick within a few days of coming in. It was a very strange disease."
Jiang Ci glanced at the person lying on the ground.
Their bodies were covered with horrible black spots, and they exuded a strong aura of death.
"It's the black corpse spots. The corpse qi and the dead qi are mixed here. Even a cultivator can't resist for this long."
Meng Shian was even more distressed: "I really don't know why my father threw me in, but it's strange that I don't have any black corpse spots on my body."
Jiang Ci looked him up and down: "You must have eaten something before you came in, so your physique has become less afraid of the aura here."
"I might as well get infected with black corpse spots and die." Meng Shian looked up at the sky. "This place looks like a paradise, but the scene remains unchanged for thousands of years, and the screams can be heard every night. It's really not something that ordinary people can endure. It's too scary and lonely."
Jiang Ci asked him, "Do you regret it?"
Meng Shian raised his head and looked at her steadily, "No, I don't regret it."
Complaints are complaints.
But he did not regret agreeing to his father's conditions.
If he were given another chance to do it again, he would still agree.
"Master Jiang, now that you're here, I won't let you become like them." Meng Shi'an seemed to have a sudden inspiration. He pulled out a switchblade from his waist, opened it and slashed it on his palm.
Blood was gushing out.
He quickly got a bowl to catch it, and put it in front of her without saying a word.
Jiang Ci was stunned by Meng Shian's smooth movements. "What are you doing?"
He argued convincingly and logically, "Since I didn't get the black corpse spots because I took some medicine, then my blood must have a restraining effect. You can drink this bowl of blood, and you won't get the black corpse spots after drinking it."
"As long as you are not infected, the old man will not throw you into the pigpen to die, nor will he feed you to monsters."
"As for Uncle Luo, with your skills, it won't be a problem to beat him up and make him behave himself."
After Meng Shian finished speaking, he brought the bloody bowl to her mouth.
Jiang Ci was speechless, "Are you kidding me?"
"Drink it, it's for your own good." Meng Shian said as he was about to force her to drink it.
Jiang Ci snatched the blood bowl and said unhappily, "The black corpse spots are useless to me. Leave it there. Maybe it will be useful to me."
Meng Shian didn't understand. "Master Jiang, you are just an ordinary person. Everyone who comes in is infected. How can you be sure that you will be an exception?"
"If you find it too bloody to drink, you can wait until it solidifies and make it into a hot pot."
Jiang Ci: “?”
Meng Shian said seriously: "It's just a joke."
"Your joke is too cold." Jiang Ci said: "I am not an ordinary person. I am more powerful than you think."
Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, she simply changed the subject, "Do you want to save those people?"
Meng Shian nodded: "I want to save you, do you have a way?"
"All things are interdependent and mutually exclusive. There must be an antidote within ten steps." Jiang Ci said.
Meng Shian suddenly realized what was going on, then took ten steps forward, pointed at a stone in front of him and said solemnly, "Is this the antidote?"
Jiang Ci: “…”
"What I mean is that within the range of the Prison Immortal Land, you can find something that can suppress the black corpse spots. It's not really within ten steps. Have you been locked up and become stupid?"
An embarrassment flashed across Meng Shian's face. "I'll go find whatever you need. It's better to save as many as possible than for them to rot here and be fed to monsters."
Jiang Ci told him directly: "Go and draw me a map of this place, and I will go find the antidote."
Before he finished his words and Meng Shian opened his mouth, the old man who delivered the meal came back.
The old man pushed the cart without saying a word, parked the cart outside the pigpen with an expressionless face, then silently picked up the shovel on the ground and went to clean up the dirt in the pigpen.
As for the half-dead people lying on the ground, the old man acted as if he didn't see them.
Anyway, as long as he found that the other person was dead, he would quietly move him back to the cart, then push it to the other side of the long bridge and dump it into the abyss.
Meng Shian pulled Jiang Ci aside and whispered, "I heard from Uncle Luo that this old man has been in the Prison Immortal Land for at least a hundred years. He is usually taciturn, but he is a tough guy. In the past, an arrogant cultivator fell here and tried to replace the old man, but was fed to monsters by the old man in the end. So it's best not to provoke him here."
Jiang Ci glanced at the old man thoughtfully.
The old man hunched over, not even looking at them, and quietly did his own thing.
However, she keenly sensed the unusual aura of this person.
"Master Jiang, you'd better be careful. Don't jump into the well and die. If you have any problems, just come to my room." Meng Shian reminded her.
Jiang Ci nodded and was about to leave.
The old man's deep voice came from behind, "To change your fate against the will of heaven is just a daydream."
Jiang Ci paused and looked at him with a smile: "Are you reminding me not to meddle in other people's business, old man?"
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