Chapter 261 Mummy

The man in Duan Rong's hand was not dead yet, but his head was drooping and his breathing was even more sluggish.

The strong smell of blood stimulated Duan Rong's nasal mucosa...

At the moment when the smell of blood filled the air, Duan Rong's heart suddenly surged with desire.

Duan Rong was shocked by his own reaction. He realized that it was the Dirty Blood Divine Art that was stimulated by the smell of blood and started to work on its own in his body.

The desire that surged in his heart came from the Dirty Blood Divine Art's desire for blood.

Duan Rong swallowed the spirit of the Dirty Blood Copper Cone in Wei Yutian's secret room altar and obtained the second level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

Duan Rong originally thought that he just wanted to understand this evil art, but not to practice it, but the Dirty Blood Divine Art is not a martial art in the general sense. It does not require hard work to accumulate internal strength. Its practice barrier is to practice blood!

After Duan Rong digested and absorbed the second level of the Dirty Blood Divine Art, facing the fresh blood that permeated his body, it actually took the initiative to react.

Duan Rong did not expect that this Dirty Blood Divine Art was like some kind of living thing parasitic in his body.

Duan Rong's eyes showed a hint of interest, and his mind suddenly moved. In just a moment, dense blood threads, like crawling leeches, drilled out from the cracks of his nails and instantly climbed onto the bloody neck of the man he was holding in his hand. The blood threads quickly spread at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Then, the man's neck dried up instantly, followed by his head and shoulders, and then spread down. The whole body seemed to be infected with some disease. In a few breaths, it became a dried corpse!

At this moment, the man's neck, which had been broken by Duan Rong, broke completely with a click, and a dry head fell off and rolled to Duan Rong's feet.

The dried corpse fell from Duan Rong's palm almost at the same time and fell to the ground. It was very light and made almost no sound, not as loud as the head falling to the ground just now. After all, there was still brain matter in the skull of the head.

Duan Rong's left hand, which had crushed the man's neck, was now suspended in mid-air. Dense blood threads were floating and wriggling around his left hand, drinking blood and looking bright and juicy...

Duan Rong looked at the wriggling and floating blood threads, and a wave of disgust and nausea rose in his heart!

As soon as he thought about it, the blood threads returned to his body along his fingers like a group of snakes entering a cave.

Duan Rong felt nauseous just now, but now he felt extremely nauseous! Because the source of the nausea was in his body.

At this moment, Duan Rong made up his mind. No matter what the cost, he would find a way to completely eliminate the dirty blood magic in his body.

Duan Rong then looked inside and found that there was nothing abnormal in his body. After the Dirty Blood Divine Art calmed down, the blood threads also disappeared in his body, as if they did not exist in his body at all.

"This martial art is too damn evil!"

Duan Rong has always been wary of strange things. Especially this kind of evil art, after swallowing it, it can actually operate on its own under certain conditions, as if it was contaminated with some evil spirit.

It seems that his behavior of swallowing the spirit of the Dirty Blood Copper Cone while patting Xiao Yu's shoulder in Wei Yutian's secret room mandala was really a bit reckless. However, he really did not expect that this martial art would be so evil!

However, this matter cannot be solved in a moment, Duan Rong had to suppress it first, and then carefully study the method of removing the Dirty Blood Divine Art from his body in the future.

Duan Rong looked at the two people who had fainted and a dried corpse in front of him. His eyes moved, and he turned his head to look at the window beside him that was emitting dim light. Duan Rong suddenly pulled out his oxtail knife, penetrated with his spiritual consciousness, and carefully opened the inner buckle of the window with the tip of the knife.

Duan Rong sheathed the knife, leaped, and flew in through the window like a big bird, landing lightly in the bedroom.

At this time, the originally diffused incense in the bedroom had dissipated a little. Duan Rong walked to the bed, lifted the hanging curtain, and looked at it intently.

Liu Eying was covered with a quilt and sleeping on the bed. She had not yet removed the mourning clothes she was wearing, and there were still traces of tears on her face. Duan Rong sat by the bed and felt Liu Eying's pulse, confirming that the incense only made her unconscious and would not cause any damage to her body.

Duan Rong looked at Liu Eying and said lightly: "It's good to sleep like this. You can sleep more deeply after being intoxicated by the incense."

If Liu Eying woke up at this time, she would definitely think she was dreaming, because Sun Huang actually came back and was looking at her.

Duan Rong stood up, put down the curtain, and suddenly jumped out of the open window!

Duan Rong stood outside the window and closed the window again.

Duan Rong's eyes swept over the mummy at his feet, and suddenly he drew out the oxtail knife, infused his internal breath, cut the mummy into several pieces, put it into the pottery jar where he had hidden before, and finally stuffed the dried head in.

After Duan Rong did all this, he swept his spiritual consciousness and took out a hemp rope from the utility room next to the kitchen. He put the two unconscious people on the ground together like a stack of Arhats and tied them up tightly with hemp rope.

Then Duan Rong carried the two people behind him with one hand, just like carrying a bundle of corn stalks. Duan Rong then picked up the pottery jar containing the mummy pieces, tapped his toes, infused his internal energy, and performed the Cloud Snake Step of the Minor Success Realm at the same time, then he climbed over the wall and disappeared into the vast night.

Duan Rong ran wildly along the alleys that were intertwined, his two feet quickly changing, and his toes quickly touched the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Soon, Duan Rong came to the wild lake behind the City God Temple.

Before Duan Rong rushed out of the alley, his spiritual sense suddenly released. After he made sure that there was no one around, he rushed out without slowing down.

Duan Rong stood in the reed marsh beside the frozen wild lake. At this time, a cold crescent moon was pressing down on his head, as if he could reach out and touch it. The waning moon above his head sprinkled moonlight on the top of the dry reed marsh, illuminating the ice surface of the wild lake in the center of the reed marsh.

Duan Rong tied up the people behind him and put them on the ground, then drew out his knife, infused his internal energy, dug a pit next to the sycamore tree not far away, and buried the pottery jar in his hand.

Then Duan Rong untied the two people who were tied up, tied their hands and feet with ropes, and hung them on the sycamore tree beside the wild lake!

Duan Rong did all this, thought about it, and found that there was nothing wrong, so he tore off a layer of skin from his face, revealing his dark face.

Duan Rong put the torn skin in his palm, put his palms together, infused his internal energy, rubbed and crushed it, and the skin suddenly turned into powder and floated in the reeds. Then Duan Rong's figure flashed and disappeared from here...

The waning moon sank in the west, and a trace of fish belly white gradually emerged in the east!

The wild lake was empty, and the cold wind and cold fog kept floating, but Wang Chun and the man called Haozi Qingcha, who were hanging on the sycamore tree by the lake, were like dead people, without even shivering. Only from their pale faces and purple lips, it can be seen that the two have been hit by the cold.

It's just that the effect of the drug in the two has not yet passed, so even in such a cold, they still can't wake up from the cold.

The morning sun in the east rose in the misty cold, but the cold was so strong that the morning sun was fading, bringing almost no warmth to the earth, but the sky was bright after all.

The two people hanging on the sycamore tree also slowly responded.

After the drug effect wore off, they woke up almost at the same time, and then found that they were frozen through and shivering all over.

The two people were tied up and hung on the tree, so they could only shout loudly, but this wild lake was empty and sparsely populated. The two shouted for a long time, and their voices were intermittent in the cold wind, but there was still no one in sight.

At this moment, the old temple keeper of the City God Temple suddenly opened the back door of the City God Temple, stood at the door, shrunk his neck, and emptied the chamber pot into the wild land by the lake.

Then the old temple keeper heard the intermittent cries for help floating in the cold wind.

The old temple keeper sniffed his nose, wrapped himself in a cotton coat, and walked towards the sycamore tree with the empty chamber pot full of smell.

As the old temple keeper approached, he was shocked to see two people hanging on the tree.

The two people were hanging on the tree, dying. After a while, they would freeze to death in the cold wind. Suddenly, they saw the old temple keeper holding the chamber pot and standing under the tree. The two people immediately stimulated the potential of life. Although they were hanging, they twisted their bodies with their hands and feet tied like maggots and shouted for help.

"Old temple keeper, help... I..."

The old temple keeper blinked his eyes, saw a person clearly, and said, "Isn't this a rat?"

The old temple keeper has lived in Xiangu County for more than 60 years, and he knows a lot of people in the city. This rat is the leader of the Qingcha in Chenghuang Temple, and he has also had some dealings with the old temple keeper.

Although this Qingcha is a pickpocket and not a legitimate business, there is a god above your head, and pickpockets also have a sense of awe. Therefore, Haozi has always restrained his Qingchas, not to touch the things in the City God Temple, so as not to provoke the City God to blame and harm the elders of the county.

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The old temple keeper was grateful for the fact that Haozi usually did not harm anyone, so he brought the ladder that he usually used to repair the roof from the temple and let the two people down from the sycamore tree.

Seeing that the two people were shivering from the cold and couldn't even walk, he scooped hot water from the temple for them to drink, and when the two people recovered a little, he took them into the temple and roasted the brazier.

Wang Chun and Haozi, facing the red brazier, felt itchy on their hands, feet, and faces. This is the natural reaction of people who are frozen and then suddenly warm up.

Seeing that the two men's faces had eased a little, the old temple keeper asked, "Haozi, what's wrong with you two? It's cold in December, and you're being hung there. If I had gone an hour later, I'm afraid you two would have frozen to death."

When Wang Chun and Haozi heard this, their faces instantly became extremely ugly. The terrifying and weird scene last night once again enveloped them.

Haozi looked at the old temple keeper with trembling lips, and asked with strange eyes, "Old temple keeper, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

The old temple keeper's eyes flickered. He thought that the two men might have been tricked by someone, so he said: "There are too many strange arts and evil skills in the world, and ghosts are not human!"

Haozi's eyes revealed a strong fear, and he murmured, "Old temple keeper, you don't understand, that's a ghost! A real evil ghost!"

"At such a long distance, he waved his hand and I fell down."

" Moreover, the ghost floated out of a pottery jar..."

The old temple keeper saw that the rat was getting more and more outrageous, so he sighed and said, "Now that you two have rested, go back. My temple will be open to welcome pilgrims soon."

"No!" The rat suddenly said, "I want to kowtow to the City God."

As the rat said this, he actually ran to the main hall and kowtowed to the City God. The old temple keeper didn't care about him. He was serving the City God. How could he stop others from kowtowing to the City God?

Wang Chun seemed calmer than Haozi. When Haozi kowtowed, he went out the back door and returned home.

After Wang Chun returned home, he fell seriously ill. After recovering from the illness, he changed his habits and started to do some legitimate business.

After Haozi returned home, he no longer did Qingcha, and told his experience to all his colleagues. Those Qingcha naturally did not believe it at first, but later they saw that Haozi really quit, and Huang Geng, who was usually on good terms with Haozi, actually disappeared from the world, no one saw him alive, and no one saw his body dead.

Some people began to believe Haozi's words, that Huang Geng was crushed to death by the evil spirit incarnated by Sun Huang!

Soon, the story of a fierce ghost protecting his wife spread among the people. In the story, the fierce ghost rose from the pottery jar under the windowsill, and people fainted when they waved their hands from a distance. These details were very contagious, and even Liu Eying heard it herself...

It was said that three thieves came to his house to steal, and one was strangled to death and two were hung by Sun Huang's fierce ghost. It was also said that the fierce ghost rose from a pottery jar. Liu Eying naturally thought it was absurd, but when she returned home, she found that the empty pottery jar that had been placed under the windowsill and filled with braised beef was missing.

At that moment, Liu Eying's eyebrows jumped and her whole body suddenly felt cold...

This story was spread with details, and with the fact that Haozi had washed his hands and Huang Geng had disappeared, those who had originally wanted to target Liu Eying gave up the idea. What's more, Sun Huang was a member of the Yuanshun Escort Agency before his death, so why bother to touch this bad luck?

The night Duan Rong returned to Liulu, he began to think about how to solve the problem of the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

The scene of the leech-like blood threads squirming out from his fingernails really disgusted him.

And when he thought of that disgusting thing in his body, Duan Rong felt uneasy.

Duan Rong sat cross-legged on the bed, and he used his spiritual sense to penetrate his body and scanned it inch by inch.

As long as he did not actively operate the Dirty Blood Divine Art, and there was no external source to stimulate the Dirty Blood Divine Art to operate automatically, even under the investigation of the spiritual sense, no abnormality could be found.

"This Dirty Blood Divine Art can be hidden so deeply!"

Duan Rong decided that he would actively operate the Dirty Blood Divine Art, and when operating it, he would use his spiritual sense to explore the changes in his body to find out the subtle changes at the moment when the Dirty Blood Divine Art was activated, and perhaps he could find a way to eliminate the Dirty Blood Divine Art.

Duan Rong's mind moved, and dense blood threads squeezed out from his ears, eyes, nostrils, nails, and pores, squirming and floating...

Duan Rong's entire body was shrouded in the floating and squirming blood threads, and the scene was indescribably weird and terrifying...

At the moment when the Dirty Blood Divine Art burst out, Duan Rong's heart was chilled, and his mind was no longer on the floating and squirming blood threads around his body.

Because under the cover of his spiritual consciousness, he clearly felt that at the moment when the Dirty Blood Divine Art burst out, a trace of blood-colored fluctuations was clearly transmitted in his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness...

"Spiritual sea of ​​consciousness? The source of the Dirty Blood Divine Art is actually in the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness?!"