Chapter 6 You Beast

In the early morning, greet the rising sun.

A man was squatting on the dirt ground in the courtyard with a bamboo tube in front of him.

Lin Fan placed his palms on the ground, circulating his magic power and performing the poison technique. The magic power that was invisible to the naked eye turned into silk threads, which seemed to have come alive and rushed madly in all directions.

Soon, slender centipedes of various colors crawled out from the cracks in the floor tiles, stones, houses, etc. They seemed to be summoned by something and rushed towards Lin Fan.

If you count carefully, there are at least dozens of them.

"Wow, that's a lot of centipedes."

A childish and surprised voice came.

Lin Fan looked back at Xiaotu who had just come out of the house and waved to her to come over. "Don't be afraid."

The little rabbit carefully jumped over the centipede under his feet, came to Lin Fan, and squatted beside him. "I'm not afraid. It's just a centipede."

"I didn't expect Bunny to be so brave."

"Of course, I've killed rabbits before."

"Kill the rabbit?"

"Yes, when I was just born, my father brought me a rabbit. I got along very well with it."

"Well then, why kill the rabbit?"

"Because my mother was sick, the doctor said she should eat more meat to have strength, so I killed the rabbit for her to eat."

Hearing this, Lin Fan said nothing. Instead, he touched the little rabbit's head. He saw sadness and nostalgia in the child's eyes.

Look and listen.

Who dares to say that the world is in chaos and morality has declined?

"Master, why did you attract so many centipedes?" The little rabbit tilted his head, curiosity revealed in his eyes.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "I'm playing with these centipedes."

"oh."

At this time, a large group of centipedes had crawled in front of Lin Fan, and each of them was crawling on the ground motionlessly.

These centipedes have different colors, some have red heads, some have black heads, and some have green heads. Some are small, and some are large. Suddenly, three centipedes attracted his attention.

The whole body is red, the back of the foot is red, only there are golden lines at intervals on the back.

Rare species.

Golden centipede.

It’s not that the golden-threaded centipede is so domineering, but according to the description of the Gu Poison Technique, the golden-threaded centipede has great potential. If it is cultivated well, it will be a great help in the future.

While the spell was being cast, the other centipedes returned along the same route, and the three-headed golden centipede crawled into the bamboo tube along the edge, picked up the bamboo tube and closed the lid.

"Little Bunny, take these copper coins and buy some food on the street." Lin Fan handed over some copper coins. Small change cannot be given to children, otherwise there is a high chance that they will be robbed.

"Um."

The little rabbit took the coin and left quickly.

Watching the little rabbit's departing back, Lin Fan returned to the house, opened the bamboo tube, bit his finger, and dripped blood into the tube. What he had to do now was to raise the Gu, feed it the blood containing magic power, so that the three-headed golden centipede would change, let them devour each other, and the one left in the end would be worth cultivating.

As for how many days it will take, that depends on when the three-headed golden centipede decides the winner.

Three days later.

During this period, in addition to feeding blood to the golden centipede every day, he also repaired the rabbit's house. He was very happy to see the mud house, which could collapse at any time, become solid after being repaired.

Half of the meat spirit fragrance is gone.

Without the blood and flesh materials, the Meat Spirit Incense cannot be refined for the time being.

But it’s okay. Cultivation is not something that can lead to rapid progress by practicing all day long. Instead, it requires gradual progress. When your mind is clear and a flash of inspiration comes, your cultivation will improve rapidly.

Just be casual.

Just say that his master has nothing to do but practice all day, what’s the point?

It’s not even the third level of Qi Refining yet.

During the two and a half years, he practiced whenever he was in a good mood and continued to make rapid progress.

In his opinion, what one cultivates is not magical power but the mind.

“It finally worked.”

Pour the only remaining golden centipede in the bamboo tube into the palm of your hand. It is really beautiful, so red that it glows red, and the golden lines on its back are even more gorgeous.

Somehow, he and the golden centipede have established a connection.

You can control it with just a thought.

If someone is bitten by a golden centipede, they will be severely poisoned, their skin will ulcerate, and their internal organs will wither. Even if a great immortal were alive, he would only be able to shake his head and sigh.

Of course, there is some exaggeration.

But the meaning is very clear. As long as it is fed with blood every day, one day it will be able to bite even the great immortal to death.

He put away the golden centipede, pushed the door open and went out to cure diseases and save lives, bringing hope to all living beings.

…

"Master...Master, do you think my illness can be cured?"

"Sister Yang, can I lie to you?" Lin Fan smiled, and understood why the other party was so excited. She had already believed that she was going to die, and suddenly she said that it could be cured. How could she not be excited?

"No, no, of course I believe what the Taoist priest says." Sister Yang said.

"Master, can my mother really get better?" Little Rabbit's face was full of anticipation. Although she was young, she knew everything she should know. She knew that her mother was seriously ill and was getting thinner day by day, but she could not show sadness, otherwise her mother would be sad too.

If she appears happy every day, her mother will be in a good mood too.

"certainly."

He touched the little rabbit's head and gave it a firm look.

Lin Fan took out the bamboo tube, and the centipede inside was sensed and crawled out and landed on his palm. Little Rabbit and Sister Yang looked at it in surprise. Little Rabbit turned his head and looked again and again. Isn't this the centipede that the Taoist priest caught a few days ago?

Sister Yang was a little unsure. What did this mean? "Sister Yang, this insect is a golden centipede. It is extremely poisonous, but I have subdued it. It can harm people but also save people. Come, open your mouth and let it crawl in to suck out the disease in your body." Lin Fan said.

Sister Yang nodded. If she wasn’t afraid of death, how could she be afraid of centipedes?

Besides, she believed that the Taoist priest would not harm her.

Open your mouth.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand to Sister Yang's mouth, and the golden centipede stepped on its feet, crawled into the mouth, and then went down along the throat. He asked Sister Yang to lie down and not do anything else, just wait quietly.

The strange feeling of the golden centipede crawling inside her body made her feel uncomfortable and she felt a slight pain, but she knew that it was treating her illness.

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She wanted to live, to live well, so as not to let her children become orphans.

Even if the world is bad.

But so what? As long as I can accompany my children as they grow up, I will be the happiest.

I don’t know how long.

"Come on, open your mouth." Lin Fan said softly.

As Sister Yang opened her mouth, the golden centipede crawled out of her mouth and crawled back into its narrow bamboo tube.

"Master, my mother..." Little Rabbit looked up.

"Okay, it's okay. I'm a little weak, so I'll be fine after some rest. You stay with your mother while I go out and buy some meat."

Lin Fan put the bamboo tube in his arms, touched the little rabbit's head, turned around and walked out the door.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest."

The little rabbit cried, and finally couldn't hold back his tears and threw himself into his mother's arms.

…

street.

Lin Fan walked slowly. The violent words of the passers-by around him had no effect on him. Since he had already entered the world, he naturally had to take a good look at the world.

The affection between the little rabbit and her mother made him see the beauty.

As for the fighting and killing among others, it is just a side issue of the world.

There is movement ahead.

"Go and have a look, that guy Ma Sanbao has beaten his mother to death with one punch."

"Ah? So cruel that he even killed his own mother?"

"Ma Sanbao is addicted to gambling and is capable of doing anything."

Lin Fan, who was about to buy meat, frowned suddenly. Killing his own mother?

I couldn't help but quicken my pace and squeeze through the crowd. I saw the familiar pancake stall and the familiar strong man. Then I looked again and saw that the lady selling pancakes was lying on the ground with blood all over her head.

At this time, Ma Sanbao was not afraid at all, and he didn't even feel the slightest bit of sadness or regret for beating his own mother to death. Instead, he pointed at the onlookers around him.

"What are you looking at? I killed my own mother. It has nothing to do with you. Get out of here, all of you."

Some brave men couldn't stand it and wanted to teach him a lesson, but they were stopped by their companions, who told them that Ma Sanbao was the private soldier of Mayor Huang's family and should not be provoked.

When the people who wanted to teach a lesson heard this, they stopped immediately and dared not to step forward.

"brute."

A roar of anger broke out.

Lin Fan glared at Ma Sanbao and pointed at him, "Are you still a human being? You even killed your own mother. You are worse than pigs and dogs."

The blood was boiling, and a nameless rage was burning.

The good mood of curing Sister Yang disappeared in an instant.

"Damn Taoist priest, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. It has nothing to do with you if I beat my own mother to death. It's the old guy's fault for not giving me the money." Ma Sanbao saw that the one who scolded him was the stinky Taoist priest again, and naturally he could no longer tolerate it.

"It is unjust to beat your own mother to death. Aren't you afraid that the government will chop off your head?"

"Oh, government? I'm Mr. Huang's private soldier. What the hell are you dreaming about? Forget it. I won't waste my time talking to you, a stinky Taoist priest. I have to go to the casino to gamble."

After saying that, Ma Sanbao didn't give Lin Fan any chance to speak. He pushed through the crowd and left in a hurry.

At this moment, Lin Fan really wanted to pull out the axe behind him and chop him to death with one blow.

But he held back.

Look at the lady lying on the ground.

The people around were used to seeing dead bodies. Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, they dispersed and went about their own business, as if the dead body was not a human but an insignificant animal.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, slowly squatted in front of the old lady, gently wiped the blood off her head, picked her up, and walked out of the town with an expressionless face.

Passersby passing by him shuddered suddenly.

It's so cold.

Why is it so cold?

(End of this chapter)