"I think Mr. Painted Skin is right, there is nothing wrong with being careful."
The Lame Immortal pondered for a moment and said, "I heard that the cat also entered Peach Blossom Mountain two nights ago and has not come out yet. I don't know whether he is alive or dead."
"Night owl? Old cripple, are what you said true or false?" Tiger Lord said in surprise.
Night Owl is not an ordinary person. He is a famous cat thief in Northern Xinjiang. He is best at sliding doors, picking locks, and stealing. He is extremely skilled in light kung fu and has many life-saving methods. He has committed many cases in Northern Xinjiang and is pursued by both good and evil. He was killed, but he is still alive and well, which shows his ability.
"I heard what others said, but I can't tell if it's true or not," said the lame fairy.
"It shouldn't be possible. Night Owl, an old boy, is very good at escaping. He claims to have nine lives. How could he die here?" Tiger Lord asked doubtfully.
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens. It's better to be careful!" said the Painted Skin Master.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Mr. Tiger asked impatiently.
The Painted Skin Master thought for a moment and said, "How about this, the three of us go up the mountain together. Even if we encounter any danger, the combined strength of the three of us can be enough to deal with it."
"What about the treasure? Whose belongs to it?" A glimmer of light flashed in Mr. Hu's eyes.
"If we really want the treasure, the three of us can share it equally by then; if there is no treasure, no matter how much we talk now, it will be in vain."
Mr. Painted Skin: "So, let's wait until we see the treasure first."
"Well, just like what Mr. Painted Skin said." Lame Immortal thought for a while and said.
"I have no objection either." Mr. Hu also said.
"Okay, let's go into the mountains."
The painted-skinned young man smiled, and the four maids beside him lifted up the sedan chair and walked towards Peach Blossom Mountain first.
Lame Immortal and Tiger Lord looked at each other and followed closely behind.
After entering Peach Blossom Mountain, what the three of them saw were dead branches and fallen flowers, and the entire peach forest was filled with a rotten smell.
When the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the peach blossoms are bright and fragrant, but once they wither and die, they will quickly decay.
Of course, since all the human-faced peach blossoms have withered and withered, the human-faced peach blossoms are basically no longer a threat.
However, the three did not relax their vigilance, but carefully looked around.
"There's someone there!"
Suddenly, the painter walking in front pointed forward.
Lame Immortal and Tiger Lord looked along the Painted Skin Master's finger and saw five or six people from the world lying in the peach forest in front of them.
However, they are all dead.
The lame fairy's figure flashed and appeared in front of several dead Jianghu people. He observed for a moment and said: "They... seemed to have killed each other."
"Well, judging from the traces of the fight and the injuries on their bodies, they did kill each other." The Painted Skin Master affirmed.
"Isn't this normal? Treasures touch people's hearts!" Mr. Tiger shrugged, walked to a dead woman, and with his five fingers turned into claws, he suddenly opened her chest and took out a bloody egg from the woman's body. heart.
Lame Immortal frowned: "Tiger Lord, what are you doing?"
"Of course I ate it!" Mr. Tiger licked the blood dripping from his heart, his face full of intoxication: "It's still fresh, it should taste good."
"They are all dead, why mess with their bodies anymore?" Lame Immortal said.
"They're all dead anyway, so what's wrong with letting me enjoy it? It's just a good use of waste!" Mr. Tiger opened his mouth and swallowed the heart in his hand, chewing it slowly, and the bright red blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth and between his teeth, ferocious and oozing people.
"That's true. Everyone is dead, so why care about a skin." The Painted Skin Master agreed.
The lame fairy's eyebrows twitched: "What do you want to do again?"
"Of course...waste recycling!"
Mr. Painted Skin smiled softly, and stretched out his slender, jade-like fingers from his sleeves. Countless invisible transparent threads flew out from Mr. Painted Skin's fingertips and sank into the bodies of several corpses on the ground.
Immediately, the Painted Skin Master hooked his hand, peeling off the complete human skins from several corpses, and slowly stood up.
Then, the Painted Skin Master waved his hand, and countless transparent silk threads flew in and out. The wounds and cracks on several human skins began to heal slowly, as if they had been stitched by needles and threads, and finally became exactly the same as a living person.
Only his empty eyes, stiff expression, movements, and looming cracks on his body can prove that he is a dead person.
Of course, this is also related to the lack of time and the fact that the Painted Skin Master did not fully perform the "Painted Skin Technique".
The complete "Skin Painting Technique" has a complete, complex and precise process. The first is human skin. It is best to use living people as the main skin, because living human skin contains vitality, is flexible and elastic, and has better martial arts skills. The higher, the better the quality of the human skin.
The second step is to peel the skin. The skin needs to be peeled completely. A slight flaw will also affect the quality of the final painted skin puppet.
The third is sewing, which also cannot have any flaws or mistakes.
The fourth is skin painting. Living people have a living aspect, and dead people have a dead aspect. Skin painting uses spirit and will as the brush and techniques as ink to draw eyebrows and paint on the human skin, transforming the dead aspect of the painted skin into the appearance of a living person.
The fifth is the finishing touch, which is to separate part of one's own soul and inject it into human skin, making it a real painted-skin puppet, no different from a living person.
It can be said that the process of making painted skin puppets is tedious and complicated, and it is not easy.
However, what Mr. Painted Skin wants now is just a few cannon fodder to explore the road, not to make Painted Skin puppets, so everything should be kept simple.
"Tsk, tsk, sick Yangzi, your "Skin Painting Technique" is so convenient, you can make a few puppets at will." Tiger Lord said with envy.
"It's just a left-handed technique, not worth mentioning." The painted-skin master smiled, waved his hand, and the six painted-skin puppets walked stiffly towards the mountain.
"Just keep walking."
The three of them followed the painted skin puppet and continued walking up the mountain.
"There's another dead person ahead!"
Not long after walking, the three of them encountered two more corpses.
"Hey, it's actually a male thief and a female (prostitute) couple?" Lame Immortal looked at the faces of the two people and said in surprise.
The male and female thieves (prostitutes) are a pair of well-known villains in northern Xinjiang. They are not weak in cultivation and both have half-stepped into the realm of mysticism. The man is a barefoot thief who burns, kills, and loots, committing all kinds of evil; the woman is a (Prostitute) A prostitute, especially likes to kill people when they are having fun with them and plunder their money.
Therefore, the two were collectively called Naodao Nu (prostitute).
"See how they really died?" Tiger Lord asked.
"There are no obvious injuries on the body, the eyes are frightened, the liver and gallbladder are split..." The lame fairy inspected the body of the male thief and female prostitute, and said slowly: "It looks like she was frightened to death."
"Scared to death?" Mr. Painted Skin coughed twice and asked doubtfully: "The strength of male thieves and female prostitutes (prostitutes) is not weak, what could scare them to death?"
"It's hard to say." Lame Immortal shook his head.
The three of them discussed for a while, but could not come up with a result, so they could only continue walking up the mountain.
It's just that the further you go up the mountain, the more people die, and the conditions of death are also different.
Some died of cannibalism, some died of excessive fright, some died of madness and self-destruction, some died of joy and laughter, some died of grief...
In short, the causes of death are strange and varied.
And among the people who died, there were some powerful people.
The moods of the three of them gradually became heavy.
At this moment, Peach Blossom Mountain trembled slightly, and a looming black lotus appeared in the void, hanging down wisps of magnificent and dreamy light.
The Painted Skin Master, Lame Immortal and Tiger Lord subconsciously looked up at the Black Lotus in the sky, their eyes blurred.
like a statue.
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