Chapter 86 Attendant Thirty-Seven
One of the blue eyes suddenly drooped its colorless eyelids and disappeared into the sky. At the same moment, Xiao Dunzi in the side room suddenly felt a huge force pushing him from behind, as if he had been shoved forward. Caught off guard, he instinctively grabbed the leg of the octagonal table, but the force was so strong that the table was knocked over and crashed heavily onto him.
"Cough cough!" Little Dunzi rolled twice on the ground in pain, but fortunately he still had the strength to push the table aside and immediately turned his head to look behind him—
However, behind the spot where he had been kneeling, there was only a wooden cabinet with a crab-shaped lamp hanging on it, leaving no room to move. The entire side room was clearly visible, except for a screen in one corner. Xiao Dunzi cautiously went forward to check, only to find a bathtub behind the screen, with no one in sight.
A chill immediately crept up Xiaodunzi's back.
The people in the heavens were even more anxious. The pair of blue eyes that had disappeared opened again, and the two pairs of bright blue eyes in the sky looked down at the palace on the ground.
"What's going on! Why have we returned so soon? Could it be that we couldn't possess a living puppet?!"
"...That person actually had the blood of a true immortal within them. Tsk, I was rejected."
"What true immortal? Could it be that demon?"
"He really is the True Lord's grandmaster..."
"Never mention this matter again! Does that treacherous fiend deserve to be the True Lord's grandmaster?! Do not disgrace the True Lord's status!"
"...You know perfectly well that I have no such intention! Fine, let's try to find another target."
Just then, Uncle Wu, who had not seen Xiaodunzi return for a long time, was summoned by the governor to look for him. The two pairs of blue eyes in the sky gradually focused on this person.
“The mental anchor that Lingtai Lang set has been damaged. Just now I transferred the mental anchor to that tall guy. I can no longer possess someone who is too far away from him.”
"Then let's choose him."
"But...this person is too old, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."
"It's just a puppet generated by the formation, who cares if it lives or dies."
"……good."
Two pairs of eyes stared at Uncle Wu, who was patting Xiao Dunzi on the shoulder with a concerned expression, their eyes revealing a cold indifference as if he were a dead object.
Zhengren Hall.
The King of Zhen sat imposingly on the golden chair in the main hall. Although the throne was not as large as the dragon throne in the Golden Palace, it was still large enough for the King of Zhen to lift someone onto his lap and sit sideways without feeling cramped.
The King of Poison wet a handkerchief, lathered it with soap, and carefully wiped Shinju's hand.
Shinju didn't know what the King of the Abyss was doing. After the King of the Abyss wiped his hands clean, even between his fingers, he asked curiously, "Are you going to eat?"
The King of Poison held Shinjuku's hand and dipped it in the water to remove the foam. Then he took Shinjuku's hand to his lips and suddenly licked his palm.
Throughout the licking, the King of Zhen kept his eyes fixed on Shinjuku, his gaze unfathomable.
Shinju felt itchy and wanted to pull his hand away, but the King of Poison wouldn't let him, saying, "Where else did he touch you?"
"..." It was only then that Shinju realized that this person still remembered that he had patted Kodun on the shoulder.
"It was I who touched him..."
The King of Poison clearly didn't like hearing this, so he immediately grabbed Shinju's waist and turned him around so that he was sitting on his lap, interrupting Shinju's words.
Shinju didn't actually sit down, but instead knelt between the legs of the King of Zhen, causing the King of Zhen to slightly raise his head and look up at him, while he lowered his head slightly to look into the King of Zhen's deep phoenix eyes, which were like ancient wells. It was as if a huge stone had been thrown into those eyes, stirring up waves of passion and desire.
Shinju had many questions he wanted to ask the King of Poison, but at this moment, his secondary dantian was easily scorched by the intense heat rising from behind him, making it difficult for him to think. It was as if someone was whispering in his ear, tempting him to kiss her.
The distance between their lips grew closer and closer, and with a tug on Shinju's robe, their lips naturally pressed together.
As their passion deepened, the King of Poison's hands became restless, holding Shinju's legs and stroking them lightly through his clothes.
While Shinjutsu obediently wrapped his arms around the neck of the King of Hell, his knees subtly pushed to the sides, forcing the King of Hell's legs to spread wider and wider, almost touching the armrests of the throne.
The King of Zhen called out "Qing'er" with a warning tone, his voice hoarse. Zhen Su ignored him, continuing their passionate kiss, forcefully sealing the King of Zhen's mouth. But just then, a loud explosion erupted outside the hall, drowning out the sounds of their kiss.
Then came the sounds of fists clenching and striking.
Shinjuku and Zashio simultaneously glanced in the direction of the sound. In an instant, they exchanged a look, and Zashio tacitly helped Shinjuku up by the waist and put him on the ground. As soon as Shinjuku's feet touched the ground, he rushed out into the room, and Zashio quickly followed.
However, before they even reached the outside of the hall, a figure burst in.
Shinjuku stared intently, his golden eyes widening slightly, clearly shocked by the identity of the trespasser.
Even the King of Poison recognized the newcomer. Wu Duo, the Imperial Chef of the Imperial Kitchen, was staring at Masakatsu with murderous eyes, holding a large bunch of hair with a piece of scalp stuck to it, dripping bright red blood onto the ground.
Even Zuo'er and You'er, the most skilled among the Silver Scorpions, who were guarding outside, couldn't stop this person. The Poison King couldn't help but look at the old man with extremely hostile eyes.
"Uncle Wu!" Shinju exclaimed in disbelief.
He had already seen the scene outside with his divine sense, but he just didn't want to believe that the person was really Uncle Wu.
Until the other party personally kills him and comes close.
Uncle Wu's lips curled into a mocking smile. He leaped forward, each move aimed at Zhi Zhensu's death. His palm strikes were fierce, and his footwork was extremely steady.
This move... Shinju's golden eyes narrowed suddenly, and his body froze. It was only in this moment of hesitation that he swallowed Uncle Wu's heart-gouging claw.
"Pfft—" If his True Immortal Body hadn't been strong enough, this attack would probably have pierced through his chest and pulled out his bloody heart. Zhen Su spat out blood and continued to resist Uncle Wu's attacks.
"Qing'er!" Without further hesitation, the Poison King immediately lunged for Wu Shu's throat.
Shinju raised his hand to stop the King of Poison, and said in an extremely cold voice, "Your Majesty, do not make a move. Step back."
The King of Poison naturally couldn't let Shinju stand in his way, and refused, saying, "Impossible."
"Your Majesty, I beg you," Shinju insisted.
The King of Zhen detected a barely perceptible vulnerability in Shinju's voice. After hesitating for a few breaths, the King of Zhen actually took a few steps back, watching as Shinju and Uncle Wu were locked in combat.
While Shinjuku appears to be on the defensive, a closer look reveals that he seems to know exactly where his opponent's moves will land. He can perfectly intercept every single move without making a sound, completely disrupting his opponent's rhythm.
The King of Zhen was captivated by the sight, secretly marveling at its brilliance; he had benefited immensely simply by observing it.
Shinjuku was indeed familiar with his opponent's moves.
This is because this person's martial arts are the "Dragon Hook Claw" style, which is based on the Extreme Martial Arts he created.
How did they break into this realm? How did their sect members appear here, and how did they control Uncle Wu? Why are they the ones chasing him...? Zhen Su's secondary purple mansion was operating frantically, and he quickly thought of a method like possession. Looking at Uncle Wu's eyes, which only showed azure blue in his divine consciousness, he was certain that the other party was possessed, not possessed.
Never mind, it's better to expel this person from Uncle Wu's body first. If we can't catch him, so be it.
He also couldn't use his own moves, not only because he couldn't hurt Uncle Wu's body, but also because he couldn't reveal the "heavenly secret"—although the Poison King might not be able to discover that his moves were from the same source as the person in front of him. After all, in terms of variations and fighting style, no one could imitate him, and he was the founder of the ultimate martial arts.
Then we can only try poisons that specifically target the mind. Other poisons might harm Uncle Wu's already aged mortal body, but while he is possessed, attacking his mind will only frustrate the soul currently in control.
"Uncle Wu" was overjoyed at finally finding a weakness in Zhen Su's defenses, and unleashed his Wind Claw, aiming fiercely at Zhen Su's head. However, the moment he touched Zhen Su, Zhen Su used his arm to strike the top of Uncle Wu's head, drawing the poison from his body back into Uncle Wu's head.
"!!!" Uncle Wu's azure eyes trembled violently. In an instant, he felt a sharp pain as if the top of his head had been ripped open. The excruciating pain pierced his soul like thunder from top to bottom. If he could open his divine sense, he would see himself being surrounded and devoured by a mass of darkness.
Now, "Uncle Wu" couldn't even groan. His eyes were filled with deep fear and disbelief. Then, his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness, about to fall to the ground.
Shinju immediately lifted the person up and helped him to lie down on the tatami mat to the side.
The King of Poison also stepped forward to examine Uncle Wu's condition.
Masakatsu did not breathe a sigh of relief. After only a moment's hesitation, he said, "Your Majesty, go and check on the condition of my sisters."
The King of Zhen had a feeling that he was going to send him away, but since the situation was urgent, he patted Zhen Su on the head and then left for the palace.
After the possessed person's soul left their body, Uncle Wu's dark gray hair quickly turned completely white, and the wrinkles on his face became even deeper, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
The aging process showed no signs of stopping. Soon, Uncle Wu even spat out his teeth, the skin on the back of his hands wrinkled like withered leaves, and his breathing became slow. Shinju's trembling hand gently cradled Uncle Wu's head, his golden eyes widening uncontrollably, enveloped by immense panic and a rare sense of helplessness. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Stop!! Stop it—"
There was no more spiritual energy left in Shinju's body to transfer, and his immortal blood could not be used on the elderly Uncle Wu, as it would definitely cause him to explode and die.
This method of possession is clearly not the right path, and it greatly diminishes the lifespan and fortune of others.
Shinju watched helplessly as the crimson energy representing fortune and lifespan within Uncle Wu's body continuously drained away. He frantically circulated his inner energy, but could not find a viable solution.
"Uncle Wu...it's all my fault, it's all my fault."
Just then, Uncle Wu's sparse eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his cloudy eyes.
"Uncle Wu!" Shinju called out.
"Why is it so dark here? There are no lights on... cough cough." But Uncle Wu vaguely heard Shinju's voice and asked, "Is that Keiko? Where is this?"
When Shinju saw that Uncle Wu in his arms couldn't see him, who was so close to him, tears immediately fell.
“It’s me, it’s me. Uncle, I’m here.” Shinju grabbed Uncle Wu’s hand and placed it next to his face.
Uncle Wu suddenly touched something wet and froze for a moment. "Why are you crying? Our little Qingzi is so good. If someone bullies you, Uncle will go and talk to them for you."
Shinjuku felt as if a boulder was blocking his throat, and he couldn't say anything. He looked down at Uncle Wu, who was smiling kindly but knew nothing about it, his vision blurred by the mist.
"I'm so tired." Uncle Wu put down his hands. "Why... do I feel so tired? It's like I didn't even feel this tired after tossing the pot all day..."
Before long, his already sluggish brain sensed something was wrong. Uncle Wu was confused for a moment, then a bitter smile flashed across his face. He beckoned Masakatsu to his side and whispered a few words in Masakatsu's ear, asking him to take care of his family.
"I...it's all my fault, Uncle Wu, I'm so sorry."
"What are you saying... silly... child, your uncle has lived a very... wonderful life... your uncle loves it the most..."
But in the end, Masakuni waited for a long time, but never heard anything more.
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Author's Note: [Edited] The quotation marks were misspelled; just a quick polishing.
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