Chapter 557: The Oil is Out and the Lamp is Out

After entering the cave, a dampness immediately hit my face, and in the dampness, there was also a rancid smell. Although the smell was not strong, I still caught it.

"Why is there a rancid smell in the cave? Could it be that this is a beast's den?" I frowned, and my hand, which was originally just pressing on the Soul-Slaying Knife, also changed to a posture of tightly grasping the hilt.

"Xiao Qi, is there anything else in this cave?" I asked in a low voice while groping forward in the dark.

Xiao Qi carefully sensed it, then shook his head and said, "No, there is only old man Ku Rong himself."

"Only him? Then this rancid smell... could it be coming from him?"

I took a deep breath, then groped and continued to move forward.

Along the way, I found a lot of dead bones of wild animals on the ground. I took a closer look and found that these dead bones were all from small creatures, including rabbits, cats, and even a few dead bones that I didn't know were yellow foxes or foxes.

I picked them up and looked at them, and I saw that some of the dead bones were still stuck with fascia and broken meat. It was obvious that these dead bones were recently produced.

Although they were recently produced, these dead bones still retained a rotten and withered smell. Obviously, these creatures should have been killed by old man Ku Rong.

After walking forward for about half an hour, there was suddenly a ray of light in the darkness ahead. I squinted my eyes and saw that the light was actually emitted by an oil lamp, and next to the oil lamp, there was an old man with a haggard face and disheveled hair sitting.

And this old man is none other than Old Man Ku Rong!

"Senior?" I called out softly, but there was no response. I frowned, thinking that this old man might be dead.

"Hey, he stinks!" Xiao Qi covered his nose with a nauseous look.

What Xiao Qi said was right. At this moment, Old Man Ku Rong looked like a corpse that had begun to rot. Although his body looked normal, a foul smell was constantly emanating from his body. It felt as if he had been dead for a long time and his internal organs had been severely rotten.

I swallowed my saliva, and then slowly approached the old man, calling out again, "Senior?"

In the dark and damp cave, Ku Rong sat cross-legged beside the oil lamp. He looked like a corpse that had been dead for a long time. No matter how I called him, he didn't respond at all.

"Is he...already dead?" I whispered in astonishment. Xiao Qi shook his head and said, "No, he's still alive, but his condition is very bad. He has reached the point where the oil has run out and the lamp has gone out."

I carefully came to the front of the old man Ku Rong. With the dim light of the oil lamp, I saw that the old man, who was over 70 years old, had a sullen face, drooping eyelids, and his whole face was covered with wrinkles and age spots. There was also a trace of dried blood at his nostrils and corners of his mouth.

"He has a wound on his chest." Xiao Qi suddenly said in a low voice.

I took a look and saw that the clothes on his chest were rotten. I reached out and tore the clothes off, and the wound that had begun to rot immediately appeared in front of me

. However, after seeing the wound for the first time, my stomach churned and I almost vomited.

In fact, the wound on his chest was too severely rotten. I even saw a few milky white maggots burrowing in the rolled and rotten flesh. It was so disgusting.

"This wound should be cut by Feng Zhihe after the old man Ku Rong and Feng Changhe were both injured, but... it has been less than two days, and it has rotted into this state? Could it be that Feng Zhihe's Miao Dao is poisoned?"

Gu masters are best at using poison. They can complete the Gu without anyone noticing. However, not many people poison the knife because it is not in line with the ethics of the martial arts world and is not fair.

I didn't expect that Feng Zhihe was so cruel that he even smeared Gu poison on his Miao Dao.

If this gets out, it will be despised by people in the martial arts world.

I shook my head and then looked at the hands of old man Ku Rong.

The old man clasped his hands tightly together, and the Wu Xiang Bodhi was tightly clenched in his hands. In this dark cave, the Wu Xiang Bodhi exuded a strange luster.

Wu Xiang Bodhi has a total of twelve prayer beads, each of which is made from the skull of a great master of the Gu Master. I squinted my eyes and looked carefully, and found that each prayer bead was carved with the appearance of a demon.

They all had green faces and fangs, some were roaring, some were angry, and some were kneeling, but no matter what posture they were in, they were all portrayed vividly, as if they really had life and would walk down from the prayer beads at any time.

"These twelve fierce ghosts should represent the twelve great masters of the Gu Master, right? And the reason why they are portrayed as different fierce ghosts is to use this to distinguish the differences between the twelve branches?"

Just as I was looking at Wuxiang Bodhi in fascination, the old man Ku Rong, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground motionless, suddenly shook violently. I was startled and hurriedly stood up and took two steps back. Almost as soon as I stepped back, the old man Ku Rong's stomach began to wriggle. Finally, I saw him open his mouth, and with a "wow" sound, he directly spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"It stinks!" Xiao Qi covered her nose tightly, looking disgusted. Not only her, but even I felt bitter in my mouth and my stomach was churning. .7

Old man Ku Rong vomited continuously for a full minute. The blood he vomited was black and smelly. In the distance, I seemed to see worms wriggling in the black blood he vomited.

This scene made my heart beat fast and my scalp tingle. I thought to myself, is this the state after being poisoned by a snake?

The internal organs in my stomach are all corroded by the snake poison, and the internal organs have even become the nest of the snake?

At this moment, my fear and cognition of the master of the snake became stronger.

At the same time, I secretly swore in my heart that I would never make Chu Jiu angry in the future, and if Feng Chu Ran had any requests, I would try my best to meet them.

"Damn it, who on earth created the profession of a dragon master? It's too perverted." I couldn't help but curse inwardly.

At this time, the old man Ku Rong finally stopped vomiting. I saw him sitting there with his head drooping, gasping for breath. After a long time, his condition stabilized. I saw him slowly raise his head and look at me with his eyes hidden behind his messy hair, which exuded turbidity and death.

"Little guy, you're here!" He spoke in a sinister voice.

[Author's words]

Good afternoon.