Ertong's lips twitched. "Are you uncultured?"
As it spoke, blood was still gushing from its neck, and the blood was a thick, dark green.
The gingerbread made me feel a bit nauseous.
He raised his arm and made a stop gesture.
"Excuse me, I need to throw up first."
As he spoke, he turned around and vomited with a "whoosh".
Ertong: ?
No, are you sick?
Why let it encounter such a lunatic? It's a great demon that brings bad luck!
The little girl wasn't afraid. She slowly got up, walked behind Gingerbread, patted her back, and said, "Fairy sister, are you alright?"
The fairy sister's face turned pale.
The girl kindly comforted her, "That monster was a bit disgusting, thank you for your trouble."
"I don't dare to look at it either."
E'tong: ......
Just because a tiger doesn't roar doesn't mean it's a caterpillar.
Ertong let out a loud roar.
A fierce, eerie wind swept across the grave.
The paper money on the ground was blown up, and the evil child behind him slowly floated into the air.
He opened the black cloth bag.
He said it with great momentum.
"Prepare to die, you uncultured and rude stinking sword cultivator!"
Gingerbread wiped his mouth clean and turned around to see countless eyeballs flying out of the black cloth bag.
The eyeballs were neatly arranged in front of the monster.
Each eyeball emits a dark red beam of light.
My trypophobia is about to flare up.
She just knew it.
That idiot must have stolen a lot of eyes.
They were densely packed together; there were at least sixty or seventy of them.
Gingerbread, feeling a bit weak after vomiting, smiled and directed Burning Blade, "Go, junior brother, give it a little shock from a sword cultivator."
“.....”
He pressed his lips together, wanting to speak but holding back, wanting to speak but holding back.
Finally, she sighed, gracefully twirled her sword, and charged forward against the wind.
Gingerbread held the little girl's hand as they watched the game from the sidelines. "Do you think that older boy is good?"
The girl nodded and said obediently.
"Wow, that's amazing! Ah Wu hopes that one day he can also enter the Sword Sect, learn swordsmanship, and help his fellow villagers catch great monsters."
Gingerbread pinched the little girl's chubby cheeks.
She was beautiful and lovely, with round, clear eyes. He placed his hand on the girl's wrist and could faintly sense spiritual energy. He smiled and said to the girl, "Don't worry, you will definitely become a very powerful sword cultivator in the future."
The little girl's face was full of longing.
Neither of the two people standing at the cemetery expected this.
Years later, Chi Wu not only successfully joined the Sword Sect, but even became the senior disciple of the Sword Sect a hundred years later.
But that's a story for another time.
Ertong frowned as he stared at the swordsman in front of him.
The opponent's sword strikes were completely unpredictable, making it impossible to anticipate where the next strike would land.
It had several wounds on its body, and was covered in blood.
If this continues, they'll either die or be crippled.
It was a monster that had fought its way through the Corpse Tower, yet it couldn't even defeat two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. E'tong seriously doubted the strength of the monsters in the Corpse Tower.
Is it really as amazing as they claim?
"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore!" Ertong threw his eyes out and lay on the ground, throwing a tantrum.
"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, I don't want to fight you."
Fen Jue raised an eyebrow, raised his sword and aimed straight at E Tong's vital point, coldly laughing, "It's not up to you."
"Help! Please don't kill me!!!"
Terrified, Ertong screamed and scrambled to hide behind Gingerbread in a panic. "Make him stop, and I'll tell you a shocking secret!"
Oh, there's an unexpected bonus?
Gingerbread waved at Fen Jue, lazily yawned, and asked, "Tell me, if I'm not satisfied with what you said, I'll have my junior brother cut you into three thousand pieces."
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Ertong snapped his neck, turning his head 360 degrees. His head was dislocated from the beating he'd received from that swordsman. "Do you know about the Corpse Tower?"
A chilling wind howled through the air.
The boy's hair was so messy it looked like it had been chewed by a dog, it was even more tangled than a chicken coop.
Gingerbread pointed at Urton and said to the little girl, "Promise your sister to stay clean and hygienic, and don't learn from that slovenly brat."
"Mmm, I promise I won't be that dirty." The little girl chuckled, puffing out her soft cheeks, which Gingerbread couldn't resist pinching again.
She finally understood.
When she was chubby, why did her master and senior sister love to pinch her cheeks?
It feels so good.
Ertong's dirty face darkened: "Stop cursing, stop cursing. I'm asking if you know about the Corpse Tower."
"I don't know!" Gingerbread shook his head with a smile.
Evil Child: .....
It endures!
It's because it can't beat that guy.
"The Corpse Tower is located in the most mysterious area of the Eight Desolate Continent. It has existed for thousands of years and was originally a spiritual artifact of a certain god."
"After the God Lord went mad with demonic energy, he imprisoned his inner demon inside. Over the course of a thousand years, the Corpse Tower became filled with demonic energy, and many ghosts and monsters formed inside, such as me."
“It is called the Evil Child, which feeds on the eyes of children. Those who are cursed by me will be plagued by misfortune.”
Fenjue stood to the side, looking thoughtful.
Gingerbread said "Oh," and then added, "No one knew about the Corpse Tower for a thousand years, which means the monsters inside never came out. So how did you get out?"
"I don't know." Ertong remained silent.
"Don't know?" Gingerbread raised its voice. "Junior brother, beat it until it knows."
"Damn it! Are you sword cultivators or cruel officials? You actually want to use torture?" Before coming to Peach Blossom Town, Er Tong had been wandering around other places for several months.
That's what they say when they're interrogating prisoners in jail.
Fen Jue approached step by step with a cold smile.
Ertong was so scared he almost wet his pants. He wiped away his tears and sobbed, "I really didn't know that one day the tower gate suddenly opened, and everyone rushed out like starving ghosts being reincarnated. I... I also flew out after them in a daze."
That sounds a bit serious.
Gingerbread asked again, "I see. So, where does your strength rank in the Corpse Tower?"
Ertong puffed out his chest, thinking he was going to brag a little.
The girl's eyes crinkled as she threatened with a smile, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll beat you up."
It was so frightened that it pulled its head back in.
"Me, me, me, I'm last in line."
Gingerbread made a smacking sound.
The disdain in his tone was self-evident.
Ertong seemed to find this answer embarrassing, so he tried to save face by saying, "Hmph, you don't know, the Corpse Tower has ninety-nine floors, and the monsters get stronger the higher you go. Inside the tower, the monsters kill each other and fight for territory. It's already a miracle that I've survived."
"Don't underestimate me."
He mumbled the last sentence.
Gingerbread appears calm on the surface, but is actually roaring inside.
This is terrible!
So many monsters came out.
The cultivation world is about to descend into chaos once again.
Gingerbread and Burning exchanged a glance, noticing the seriousness in each other's eyes.
“Come with us.” Gingerbread reached into his storage bag, rummaged around, and pulled out an octagonal box.
Ertong: "Where are we going?"
"I'll take you to visit the Sword Sect, little monster." She said, opening the octagonal box and muttering an incantation.
The octagonal box shone brightly with golden light, and Er Tong screamed as he was sucked inside, crying out, "Heartless—sword cultivator—"
The child's screams.
As gingerbread closed the octagonal box, it disappeared.
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