As Dao Cheng swallowed the beetle-shaped humanoid Gu with a human face on its back, he felt a surge of heat and the pain of his muscles tearing and human-like screams. His face twitched.
Unlike the first time when a blood cocoon formed, this time it was just the body's muscle cells, meridians, nerves, and internal organs that were being rebuilt, but the pain and blood loss were no less.
As expected of a Gu that requires the complete refining of a person to form, Dao Chengyi felt that his mind was sharper than before, though he didn't know if it was psychological.
This time, Dao Chengyi held out for twenty seconds before fainting. When he woke up again, the moon was high in the sky, and the blood on his body had congealed into armor.
His muscles had already reached a certain size, and it would be difficult to explain if he continued to develop them further. Dao Chengyi scooped water from a bucket that had been prepared to wash himself.
After finishing, he climbed out of the cellar and tested his strength in front of the house. He lifted a stone weighing about 120 pounds with one hand and a rope, which he found a little difficult.
Compared to the last time, the second use of the Human Force Gu was slightly less effective. It seems this thing has its limits and cannot be used indefinitely. But it was enough; a solid punch from it would make an ordinary person vomit blood.
Today's grave-digging operation can proceed. With safety guaranteed, Dao Chengyi continued with the plan.
They disguised themselves and changed clothes, but since they couldn't get proper night clothes, they just put on two ordinary coarse cloth garments. Their digging tools were relatively primitive, and they made do with a stone hoe.
With the night deep and quiet and no one paying attention, Dao Chengyi easily slipped away and headed to the new burial site he had inquired about in San Niu Town earlier that day.
Digging up graves is an offense against Heaven, but Dao Chengyi didn't care and continued on his way to the burial mound prepared for those with meager means.
Dao Chengyi didn't know much about this, which was normal, but it was there anyway. If possible, he would prefer to go to a larger mausoleum, but unfortunately, the tomb guards there were martial artists, so he had to be careful.
After walking for several hours at night, we arrived at our destination, a cluster of burial mounds nestled against the mountain. We first went to check on the caretaker, who, being quite sensible, had already turned off the lights and gone to sleep.
With good luck, Dao Chengyi naturally used the moonlight to identify the newly dug graves. After passing through row after row, he encountered a fellow grave keeper.
The black-clad night-walker, carrying a professional shovel and lantern, is clearly a stark contrast to Daochengyi's seemingly cheap, Pinduoduo-level equipment, highlighting the difference between amateur and professional.
"..."
"..."
Clang!
Click!
Sizzle!
Upon meeting, swords were drawn and clashed. The weapons broke, and in the process of dodging, clothes tore and blood seeped out. The whole thing took only two seconds. With the prompting of the Crisis Gu and the enhancement of the Humanity Gu, Dao Chengyi's movement was slightly faster than his opponent's.
"Good sword, good strength, good reflexes. You're also someone who can awaken your own flesh?"
Looking at the steel knife in his hand, which was almost shatterable at the slightest touch, and at the wounds on his body, the black-clad nightwalker looked at Dao Chengyi with a burning desire.
Upon hearing this, Dao Cheng's killing intent intensified. He drew his sword again and slashed at his opponent, but his haphazard attack was easily dodged.
"No! We're on the same side! We're on the same side!"
The man in black raised his hand and threw his knife aside to signify surrender. At the same time, something was faintly emanating from him; his pheromones had changed from those of ordinary people. Unlike the mixed pheromones of flesh-planting martial artists, this scent was very natural.
"The same to you?"
Seed meat and awakened meat are two different things, and they are very easy to distinguish. Dao Cheng stopped and looked at the other party with vigilance.
Although he gained the upper hand by striking first, the opponent's threat had not diminished at all. If it really came down to a life-or-death struggle, Dao Cheng estimated that his chances of winning were only 50%.
"Of course, I recently awakened to self-awareness and came here to practice my skills by devouring other creatures. This is also why those of us who awaken our own flesh are controlled and wanted."
Dao Chengyi had never heard of the corresponding statement regarding the latter part of the sentence. In his mind, Xingrou was a born genius who was sought after by various sects, and Xingrou occupied many of the famous martial arts rankings.
"What? You don't believe me? Then why are you here?"
The man in black took Dao Chengyi's silence as a sign of distrust, and his attitude was to feign arrogance: "Why pretend when we're already at the graveyard?"
Dao Chengyi still didn't answer. Less talk, less mistakes. He wasn't in a hurry for things he didn't understand, but the other party was clearly not a patient person.
"But none of that matters. I am part of an organization. If you are interested, you can wait under the big willow tree at the town monument in Sanniu Town on market days at noon. Someone will give you what you need."
As for now, how about we each take our own path? As the loser, I can give you these tools.
"Sure, but we won't need the tools."
Dao Chengyi dared not take anything that belonged to others, just as he liked to use poison on others, like the eggs of the Bloodline Gu being carried to the clothes of others by tiny insects and bees.
They parted ways, and Dao Chengyi, having found the grave he wanted, began digging. He wielded a stone hoe with incredible speed, and in less than half an hour, he unearthed the vermilion coffin.
They carried the coffin, retrieved the body, and buried it. Although they were worried that the other party might use some means to summon people, the next time would definitely be more dangerous, so Dao Chengyi had no choice but to take the risk.
Fortunately, the other party was honest and was also digging up the grave and... in a very heavy-handed way, started eating on the spot, like a carrion vulture, tearing off pieces of flesh and blood and swallowing them in big mouthfuls.
If all cannibals are like this, then it's no wonder they are not tolerated by ordinary people. What is there to pity about cannibals?
Seeing Dao Cheng take the corpse away, the man in black curled his lip. It would be much easier to eat it on the spot; taking it away would only create more loopholes.
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