Chapter 203 The Evil Body Appears
With a nimble arc, he appeared behind the poison-touchable corpse minister.
He stopped and frowned. There was one problem with dealing with the undead. Their undead crystals were difficult to identify. In addition, it was night and it was not easy to see.
As a result, although his high-level variant of space magic hit the common sense vital point, it did not seem to cause much damage.
"Music string!"
Bai Mo stretched out his hand and a more concentrated and penetrating string of sound detected the poisonous corpse in front.
Feeling the information brought back by the voice, Bai Mo's eyes instantly locked onto the thickest and largest abdomen of the poisonous corpse minister.
There was an unusually hard object there, suspected to be a crystal of the undead.
The Poisonous Corpse Minister also discovered Bai Mo coming behind him. The tentacles on his back instantly shot out. Looking closely, they turned out to be black hemp ropes wrapped around his body, and each one was unknown how long it was.
In an instant, he flew over the hundred-meter distance between Bai Mo and the poisonous corpse minister, and struck forward like a battering ram.
"Whip and string dance!"
With both hands, the power of the strings gathered into whips, dancing in groups and colliding with the incoming poison.
The vibrating sound waves dispersed the tentacles transformed from the hemp ropes piece by piece, and on Bai Mo's body, the silver starlight shone again.
The powerful thought was as solid as deep-sea mithril, forming a heavy space hammer.
The floating air outlined the shape of a huge octagonal hammer. Under Bai Mo's will, the huge hammer, like a meteor, burst into dazzling brilliance.
With an imposing manner that looked down upon thousands of troops, with the sound of rumbling wind and thunder, with unstoppable speed and the power to pierce through gold and stone, it shattered the defenses of the poisonous corpse minister like destroying a city, blew up a large area of meat tentacles, and directly hit the undead crystal in its belly.
With a loud bang, a powerful force gouged a giant hole like a meteorite crater in the body of the Poison-Touched Corpse Minister, shattering the flesh and blood all over the place. The entire mountain of flesh collapsed as if it had lost its support, and a bright blue light flew up, indicating that the undead soul was truly annihilated.
A gust of wind roared, and it easily took care of the cloth-wrapped corpse that was approaching the hillside again. Bai Mo returned to the hillside and looked to the east again. The man was approaching again.
It was less than 500 meters away. He frowned and turned to look at the little wind spirit spinning around boredly on the ground. Bai Mo said, "Little wind spirit, there is a human over there. Go and bring him over."
"Mmm~"
When Feng Ling heard that there was something to do, she was no longer bored. She flew up and in the blink of an eye she was next to the person Bai Mo pointed to. Before he could react, she waved her hand.
In the blink of an eye, a wind rope was wrapped around the man and brought him back to Bai Mo happily.
Bai Mo looked at this man. He was a young boy who seemed to be still in school. His hair was disheveled and his hands were clumsily holding the corner of his clothes which were covered with mud.
There was not a single part of his body that was not covered in mud, and he looked as if he had just crawled out of the earth.
More importantly, this is an ordinary person.
Bai Mo signaled Feng Ling to go outside to keep watch to prevent more undead from coming.
He began to ask about the boy's situation.
"What's your name? Are you here to see me? Why are you alone in the wild?"
Hearing his voice, the young man seemed to be frightened and shrank back timidly. Then he looked at Bai Mo twice, as if he was considering whether to say it or not. After witnessing the scene of Bai Mo killing the Poisonous Corpse Minister, he was already sure that this person could bring him to the ancient capital.
But if I tell him about the village, will he help me? That group of people seems very arrogant. Does he dare to deal with them?
After hesitating for a while, he opened his lips several times before he squeezed out a word in his hoarse throat.
"My name is Su Ming, I am from Weiju Village, I..."
Su Ming pursed his lips and said, "Our village was destroyed by the undead. I escaped by luck and was going to the ancient capital. I saw the magic light here and wanted to ask you for help. I don't have any more garlic in my hand."
Su Ming uttered these words intermittently. While lying, his hands grasped the corner of his clothes tighter and he looked around uneasily.
After finally explaining his name and background, and the reason why he came to find Bai Mo, he nervously raised the only clean eye in his body and quietly looked at Bai Mo.
Wei Ju Village, Bai Mo remembered their ending in the original novel, they were basically wiped out.
Hua Village was probably not his village. He was not refined, so he was not a villager of Fanggu. Those were the remaining six villages that were destroyed by the Black Church and pretended to be the Hand of the Undead.
I didn't expect that he could survive the Black Vatican. Looking at his outfit, it must have been difficult.
Seeing Su Ming's pleading and worried look, Bai Mo smiled gently, signaling him not to be nervous. Then he asked some questions that ordinary people would ask.
"Your Weiju Village was destroyed by the undead? What happened? Was your village the only one destroyed?"
"I don't know. I passed through several villages, but there was no one..." Su Ming thought of the cruelty of those people, shuddered, and rolled his Adam's apple before continuing:
"I guess... they are all gone. No one can survive in the hands of those demons! If it weren't for grandpa, I... I wouldn't have survived either."
Su Ming's last words were filled with tears. Bai Mo patted his back to comfort him, but his eyes flickered slightly.
"We still need to stay here for two days. We will take you back when we return to the ancient capital. Rest first."
"Thank you!" Su Ming said heavily. After receiving Bai Mo's assurance, his tense heartstrings finally relaxed. He found a place, hugged his arms and curled up to sleep.
"Mm~"
Feng Ling pouted a little unhappily. She thought she had found someone who could play with her, but she didn't expect that he fell asleep as soon as he arrived.
Bai Mo looked at her helplessly and said, "You can go find those rotten corpses to play with and exercise your psychic abilities at the same time."
"Woo~ (Those things are so ugly and smelly, Feng Ling doesn't want them)"
He told the wind spirit to be alert and drive away the approaching undead, while he took out sand cores and continued to refine them with his earth element.
He has not been idle these days. Before going to the Shawang River, he had asked the family pharmacist to prepare the medicine for practicing the secret method of sand core. What he has to do now is to refine these sand cores.
Refining the sand core is not difficult, and the special energy after refining is all transformed into the energy carried by the potion and dispersed in the earth nebula, adding some sand-like dust to the nebula.
Bai Mo could feel that as the dust dissipated, his perception of the earth element became stronger and stronger.
The warm sunshine shines on my face, like the gentle caress of a soft and warm palm.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Su Ming, who was folding his arms and watching the wind spirit flying everywhere. The curse mist beside him was rolling, making it retreat far away.
"Have you eaten?" Bai Mo glanced at him and saw that he was still curled up, guessing that he was hungry.
"Not yet."
Bai Mo took out bread and milk from the space and handed them over, "Eat it. If it's not enough, I have more."
"Enough! Enough!" Su Ming nodded quickly.
Nodding slightly, Bai Mo looked towards Ding Yumian. The five-meter-wide fog had shrunk to four meters and was constantly rolling. The two people inside, or to be more precise, a new person, had an increasingly stronger aura.
With his hands in his pockets, feeling that Ding Yumian would be done soon, Bai Mo stood aside and watched leisurely.
The blood-ink fog continued to swirl, becoming more and more violent, but the more it swirled, the more the area it covered continued to shrink.
Su Ming watched silently. Although he felt that the scene looked extremely evil, it made Bai Mo, who originally did not look like a bad guy, also have a bit of evilness.
But he still didn't ask anything, just quietly looked away, put the unfinished bread aside, and saved it for lunch. Then he stared at the wind spirit flying in the sky in a daze.
It was noon and the sun was very hot, like a foot massage parlor on the street that had not been open for a long time.
A cold aura spread out, isolating all the warmth outside the hillside.
The fog on the top of the hill had disappeared, and two graceful figures appeared in front of Bai Mo. Even though their sinister faces were extremely beautiful, Su Ming did not dare to look at them. He even felt that he might have chosen the wrong person to ask for help.
Bai Mo's eyes were fixed on the two girls.
The one on the right is the real Ding Yumian, still dressed the same as that day, a black wizard sweatshirt and wide-leg pants, very casual.
The evil god Ding Yumian on the left is very special. Her face looks exactly like Ding Yumian.
There was only a melon-seed-sized blood-ink curse pattern on the forehead, with delicate lines.
In the blood-ink color, one can also see the more delicate texture created by the intertwining and overlapping of ink and blood.
Apart from this curse mark, her face is exactly the same as Ding Yumian's original face, without any difference.
The next thing was clothes. The evil body Ding Yumian brought his own clothes, otherwise Bai Mo would have buried that little brat in the ground long ago.
But the clothes were a bit strange, they were completely blood-ink in color, and the style was the same as the one Ding Yumian was wearing.
"Do I look good?!"
Suddenly, two overlapping voices were heard, one was clear and elegant, the other was evil and charming. Bai Mo felt quite strange when he heard it, and he felt a little distracted for a moment.
"The evil body has condensed a great deal of evil energy, and it needs some killing to vent it." Ding Yumian glanced at him, "Keep your mind focused and don't be affected by the evil energy that is spreading."
Bai Mo nodded slightly. It only took a moment. He had recovered now, but the look in his eyes when he looked at the two of them was slightly strange.
"Keep your mind focused. What are you guarding? I actually have another way to dispel the evil spirit. Brother Mo, do you want to hear it?"
Just at this moment, the evil Yumian suddenly walked up, hugged Bai Mo's arm directly, and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.
Bai Mo felt that he was being held by a pair of soft and cold hands. He could clearly feel the lines between the fingers. When he was secretly surprised, he felt that his arms were suddenly immersed in a pair of softness. Although there was no temperature, it had a unique feeling.
Before he could feel it carefully, he saw the evil Yumian suddenly let go of him and walked back reluctantly. Bai Mo's eyes moved slightly and fell on Ding Yumian. He saw that his face was a little red, but there were traces of fluctuations emanating from his eyes.
This made Bai Mo curious, "Are you one person or two people?"
"It's one, and it's also two." Ding Yumian glanced at him and didn't elaborate.
"Hehe~, I know, in fact, I am the condensation of my eight souls. Our curse system is common, so our senses are also common, so..."
As soon as she said this, she stopped talking and looked at the master reluctantly.
"She's not wrong, but this kind of commonality can be controlled. I can control her just like I control myself." Ding Yumian said slowly, glancing at Bai Mo. From his expression, one could tell he was not thinking of anything good.
His gaze turned to the evil body again. This feeling was very strange. There was another me in the world, but not completely me. She was like a sister who was almost the same as me.
She warned, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will take you back."
"Tsk~" The evil Yu Mian turned his head and saw Su Ming. His eyes were involuntarily stained with blood-ink and his voice came out cold and sinister.
"Is this a gift for me? I want to kill him now!"
Hearing this, the three of them changed their expressions. Feng Ling circled around the three of them in the sky, not understanding how she came to have a new sister, Yu Mian.
"Calm down!" Ding Yumian shouted in a low voice immediately, and in an instant the terrifying spiritual power rolled up and directly covered the evil body Yumian. At this time, the evil body Yumian also closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and said nothing.
Seeing Bai Mo's puzzled look and the fearful look of the little boy who came from nowhere, Ding Yumian took a deep breath and explained:
"I have been suppressing the evil spirit in the evil body. She was a little far away from me just now, and she saw a life other than you, so she couldn't suppress it. She must vent this evil spirit, otherwise I won't be able to suppress it, and I may even suffer backlash."
"How long can you hold it?" Bai Mo asked with a frown.
Glancing at the sky, Ding Yumian said, "There will be no problem until tonight."
"Does she have to do the killing herself?"
Ding Yumian nodded and shook her head slightly, "She and I are one, so both she and I can do it, but others cannot interfere."
"That's not bad." Bai Mo nodded. After all, the ancient city's undead were not easy to deal with. Then he remembered that they shared the curse system, so he asked:
"What's up with you guys sharing the curse system?"
"We have the same curse skills. She has the same skills as me, but Stardust is not the same. She uses her own power to cast curse magic."
Ding Yumian thought about it carefully, "The evil body can be put away. If she returns, she will be integrated into my curse system, which is equivalent to doubling my magic power."
"So awesome." Bai Mo was a little surprised, and then he thought of another question, "What if her cultivation level exceeds yours?"
"It's basically impossible." Ding Yumian glanced at him, knowing what he was worried about, and said, "She is the condensation of my eight souls. After returning, she will be a complete me. There will not be a situation like in the novel where the incarnation kills the main body."
Bai Mo blinked and asked quietly, "What is the other method she mentioned to dispel the evil spirit?"
"Nothing." Ding Yumian said expressionlessly. She would never use that method, and there was no need to.
Scratching his head, Bai Mo asked a few more times, but still couldn't find the answer, so he gave up.
Night is coming.
Even though this hillside was cleared over and over again by Bai Mo, there were still endless streams of undead appearing.
It’s just that there are fewer corpses tonight, but more skeletons.
(End of this chapter)
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