A black pistol was tucked into the waistband of the burly old man.
He gripped the gun handle with one hand, and with his other large, fan-like hand outstretched, his eyes blazing with fury, he reached out to grab Cao Kun's neck.
"Yellow-skinned guy, this time your ass is doomed. I'm going to shoot you in the ass and turn it into a real chrysanthemum."
Cao Kun is about 1.78 meters tall, which is not tall, but not short either.
But compared to this burly old man, he appeared extremely thin.
The burly old man clearly didn't take Cao Kun seriously, grabbing him with one hand as if he were a chick.
"You've arrived."
Cao Kun turned around and stared directly at the burly old man. His expression showed no surprise, and his eyes were as black as ink, like a vortex in the starry sky.
Upon meeting Cao Kun's eyes, the burly old man trembled violently, his mind going blank for a moment.
Before he could even think about why Cao Kun had changed, a fist slammed into his temple.
The burly old man collapsed on the spot, vomiting blood uncontrollably and convulsing continuously.
The temple is a vital point in the human body. If Cao Kun were to strike it with all his might at this moment, even a burly old man would not be able to withstand it.
Ignoring the convulsing Lao Hei for the moment, Cao Kun walked over, closed the door, turned around, and walked back to Lao Hei.
Old Hei had stopped spitting out fresh blood and started spitting out white foam, but his body was still convulsing.
He tried hard to pull the gun out of his waist, but he couldn't.
Cao Kun then reached out and took the gun into his own hand.
Holding a Luger pistol, Cao Kun squatted down in front of Lao Hei and found that his eyes were still clear, indicating that he knew his current situation.
"Help...help me..."
Old Hei strained to make a cry for help, and Cao Kun reached out his hand.
Bang……
Another punch landed on Lao Hei's temple.
Bang……
When the third punch landed, Lao Hei stopped moving completely.
I walked to the door, opened it, and looked around. The hallway outside was empty, but various sounds were still coming out. Clearly, no one was paying attention to this place.
And in this old apartment building from 1998, there's no way there would be any security cameras.
Next door, in the home of the burly old man, there was also no movement.
He closed the door, walked back to Lao Hei, and reached out to check him; Lao Hei was no longer breathing.
I checked the other person's pulse, but couldn't feel it either.
Cao Kun confirmed that Lao Hei was dead.
Is this what murder is?
Cao Kun stared at Lao Hei's corpse for a while, but found that he felt nothing and no discomfort whatsoever.
He didn't know if it was because he had become a heretical cultivator or if he was born that way.
Anyway, what's done is done, so none of this matters anymore.
Taking out some things he had bought from Chinatown that morning, Cao Kun quickly mixed a bowl of thick, red paste.
This is made by mixing cinnabar with several yin-natured medicinal herbs.
Then, Cao Kun found a knife, cut his palm, and added some of his own blood.
After removing the clothes from the burly old man, Cao Kun dipped a brush in blood-red cinnabar and began to draw corpse-refining runes on the old man's body.
This was Cao Kun's first time drawing this, so he drew it very slowly.
However, based on what he had in mind, he knew he hadn't drawn it wrong.
Cao Kun continued drawing until midnight, covering Lao Hei's entire body with runes.
These runes are crooked and twisted, lacking any aesthetic appeal; instead, they are inexplicably eerie, making one not want to look at them again after just one glance.
After checking the corpse-refining runes and confirming they were correct, Cao Kun began to perform hand seals and chant incantations:
“The evil spirits and malevolent forces have arrived swiftly; I will use my blood to subdue and refine the Yin Corpse.”
"Yin, evil, filth, malevolence, disease, death, defeat, sorrow, hurry into the shell, gather yin fire, and simmer the corpse."
"Imperial decree!"
As Cao Kun cast his curse, all sorts of negative and evil energies in the apartment frantically flowed into Lao Hei's corpse.
For proper corpse refining, one needs to find an excellent place to nurture the corpse.
The corpse is buried in a corpse-raising ground, where it absorbs the yin energy of the ground over many years, eventually becoming a zombie.
But this is the traditional method.
Cao Kun is currently using the evil corpse-refining technique rewarded by the system, which uses evil energy to refine corpses.
The general methods are similar, but the time is shorter, and the effect is just as good, or even better.
However, it's not without its drawbacks.
This method of refining corpses is too brutal and hasty, and it will destroy the potential of the corpse.
Once the refining is complete, the level of corpse refining is fixed, with no room for further improvement.
But Cao Kun didn't care; let them destroy it if they want.
There aren't many beautiful countries, but old men are everywhere.
The runes on Lao Hei's corpse lit up with an eerie light, and a large amount of evil energy frantically flowed into Lao Hei's corpse. Cao Kun saw the corpse begin to change with the naked eye.
First, the body's moisture is rapidly extracted, causing it to become shriveled. Then, the body's hair, nails, and teeth begin to slowly grow.
A sinister aura gradually emanated from the corpse.
A day later, the body was completely drained of moisture, shriveled like an old man, and looked like skin and bones.
But the next day, the body began to rebound and gradually filled up again.
This is a mutation that begins to occur after the flesh and blood absorb a large amount of evil energy.
By the third day, the color of the corpse began to change.
Black is still black, but it's iron black.
When the light shines on it, it has a faint metallic sheen, as if it were a body made of refined iron.
After three days, the corpse stopped absorbing evil energy.
At this moment, the corpse's fangs protruded, its black curly hair reached its back, and its fingernails resembled ten sharp daggers, gleaming with a cold light.
His entire body emanated a powerful aura of malevolence, which could make people tense up and feel uneasy even from a distance.
Looking at the unrecognizable corpse in front of him, Cao Kun shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity, it's just an armored corpse."
"It's because of their limited qualifications."
"Well, it's already pretty good that an ordinary body can be refined into an armored corpse."
Cao Kun bit his finger and used his own blood to draw a rune on the corpse's forehead.
Immediately, he swiftly formed a hand seal: "Use blood as a catalyst, bestow the soul upon the spirit, revive the corpse!"
The corpse suddenly opened its eyes, and then its entire body stood up straight from the ground.
The corpses had no human emotions in their eyes, only a frenzied bloodlust.
However, its eyes immediately became docile when it saw Cao Kun.
"Go!" Cao Kun gave the order.
The armored corpse immediately straightened its arms and leaped forward.
Although its whole body was stiff and it could not walk, it had a very large stride, and it could reach the end of this small house in one step.
"retreat!"
The armored corpse immediately retreated as ordered.
"attack!"
The armored corpse spread its arms wide in front of it, its ten fingers like spears, easily piercing through the toilet partition wall.
With a horizontal sweep, the toilet partition wall instantly shattered into pieces.
Looking at the dusty toilet, Cao Kun nodded in satisfaction.
This strength, this physical resilience, is far greater than what he has now.
thump thump...
There was another knock on the door.
Someone outside the door shouted at Cao Kun, asking what he was doing and why he was making such a commotion.
Cao Kun stared calmly at the door. If anyone dared to force their way in, they would be met with a bloodthirsty, ferocious armored corpse.
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