After being slashed by Lin Xiyao, Lin Jingzhe's consciousness slowly returned to reality, and his body gradually regained consciousness, but was replaced by a sharp pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.
He didn't know whether this pain was caused by Lin Xiyao's sword strike, or whether it was the sequelae caused by his own forced burning of Qi and blood to break through the cultivation level.
Anyway, there should be both.
He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. Only then did he realize that it was painful for him to even take a deep breath.
He tried to move his body, raised his hand slightly, and slowly opened his eyes, but what he saw was a cold light.
"Where is this?" He looked around in confusion, raised his head with difficulty, and found that there were many corpses lying on the stone table like himself around him.
"Did I die and be moved to the morgue here by others? But the morgue is too big." Lin Jingzhe said as he tried to sit up, but was followed by a stinging pain. , the unbearable stinging pain made him give up the idea of sitting up.
Forget it, just lie down for now.
When Lin Jingzhe thought of this, she slowly lay down again.
"I'm not dead? But before I fainted, who was the black figure chasing me behind me? However, he didn't kill me directly, but took me to the morgue here? But, he And why are you taking me to the morgue?"
When thinking of this, Lin Jingzhe was still puzzled. If he hadn't died at that time, he shouldn't have just taken him to the morgue.
But if we assume that he was not breathing at that time, so he took himself to the morgue here, it is understandable. However, why did he take the risk and take away a dead person under the eyes of the Yuanying Stage monks? Woolen cloth?
Lin Jingzhe felt a headache. He had no idea what the man who saved him had in mind. However, he was absolutely certain that the man who was chasing him was not the leader of the Luo Yu Sect.
But if you put everything aside, assuming that he was still alive at that time, why did he save himself and then abandon himself? Could it be that he was not the person he wanted to save, so he abandoned himself... Forget it, don't think about it anymore, my head hurts .
Lin Jingzhe stopped making blind guesses and began to check the injuries on his body. He found that the injuries on his body were almost healed. However, when he tried to mobilize the spiritual energy of the Dantian in his body, a faint tingling sensation was transmitted from the Dantian meridians to the brain. In the sea of consciousness.
"The recovery ability of this Creation Realm is amazing. You can hardly see the appearance of the flesh and blood on the body at that time. However, the Dantian meridians have just been repaired, so it is not suitable to exert force, so I can only lie down here."
When he thought of this, Lin Jingzhe immediately closed his eyes and practiced the "Hongmeng Chaos Yin and Yang pole" visualization method, absorbing the spiritual energy spreading around him and replenishing the long-dried Dantian.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was movement outside the morgue.
When she heard the movement, Lin Jingzhe had already woken up and was paying attention to the movement outside.
Just as there was movement outside, there were also the voices of many people talking. Those people looked very much like the disciples who claimed to be the disciples of the Heavenly Corpse Sect and were choosing their own corpse slaves.
When Lin Jingzhe heard the content of their conversation, she was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that the morgue where she was currently lying belonged to the Tianzhi Sect.
Since this is the territory of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, should I strike first? He didn't know whether his use of the pill-forming corpse slave had been exposed. If it had been exposed, someone would probably come looking for him soon...
After thinking about countermeasures for a moment, people walked into the morgue one after another, and then they scattered out, looking for their own dead corpse slaves in the huge mortuary.
Just when Lin Jingzhe was looking for an opportunity to sneak away, a woman's tender voice suddenly came from the front, "What a handsome big brother, why don't you train him to be your own corpse slave?" This way I can also deal with my father’s nagging.”
When Lin Jingzhe heard what she said, she couldn't help but find it funny. This woman's voice must have been very small, and the aura of cultivation emanating from her body was also even smaller.
When he thought of this, he suddenly had an idea and thought to himself, should he take the risk and pretend to be her corpse slave, and then look for opportunities to slowly sneak into the Sky Corpse Sect to find the answer?
Just when he was hesitating whether to take the risk of becoming someone else's corpse slave, the woman was already holding a stone, feeding it with blood, and was about to stuff it into his mouth.
At first, he wanted to resist, but when he opened his eyes and saw a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, he stopped resisting and pretended to swallow the corpse stone. But in fact, he had already swallowed the corpse stone. The corpse stone soaked with the girl's essence and blood was thrown into the creation realm of all things.
Lin Jingzhe saw that the girl was suddenly frightened by his action of opening her eyes and backed away, and couldn't help but snicker in her heart. Then she heard the girl say a corpse-controlling phrase "Ashes to ashes, soil to soil..." and was thrown in. The corpse stone in the mirror of good fortune exuded a sinister aura, but as soon as the sinister aura appeared, it was suppressed by the mirror of good fortune.
Lin Jingzhe could naturally sense this scene happening, but he was slightly stunned and not very curious.
Then, after the girl yelled the word "ji", she closed her eyes at him again.
Lin Jingzhe simply closed her eyes. After all, even if the acting is a little more realistic, it cannot be limited to small details.
The girl who issued the "close your eyes" command to Lin Jingzhe was naturally Zhao Ling'er mentioned above.
Zhao Ling'er saw that she had subdued a corpse slave for the first time, and she was so excited that she jumped up, but then she also wondered what the cheap daddy said after subduing the corpse slave for the first time. The slave has established a vague connection, but she has nothing.
"Ignore him, as long as he obeys me." So, Zhao Ling'er issued a second order to his corpse slave, get up and follow me home.
go home? Lin Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, paused for a moment, then got off the stone bed and followed the little girl.
This little girl is not tall. She has two pigtails and is wearing a black robe. She has neither front nor back. She is obviously stunted.
Lin Jingzhe followed her curiously, but did not dare to glance around for fear that others would know his identity as a living person.
At this time, he had used the art of stealing the sky and exchanging the sun, and put away all his aura. In the eyes of others, he was just a corpse, a corpse slave that had just been trained by Zhao Ling'er.
"Xiao Ling'er, have you chosen your corpse slave?" At this time, a burly elder sister came over, and behind her was a burly man.
"Sister Hua, I've made my choice. It's a Taoist priest with a handsome face." Zhao Ling'er shouted excitedly.
"Fair features? Let Sister Hua take a look." Immediately afterwards, the burly woman with spots on her face came closer.
"You have pretty features and pretty features, but you can't help but fight?" Sister Hua said.
"Fight? Why fight?" Zhao Ling'er said in confusion.
"You little girl, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? Didn't your father tell you that there is a corpse slave comparison conference every year?" Sister Hua said.
"I know, but why should I bring my eldest brother to compete with others?" Zhao Ling'er said.
"This, alas, it just doesn't make sense to you..." Sister Hua continued: "Think about it, you chose the body of this little crayon gun to be a corpse slave. When you grow up, you will understand how women are happy. At that time, you will definitely suffer for today’s choice.”
"Why?" Zhao Ling'er still didn't understand the meaning of Sister Hua's words. Why did she have to wait until she grows up to understand a woman's happiness? What is a woman's happiness?
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed. Sister Hua won't talk to you anymore. I'll go back and train my corpse slave first." Sister Hua was too embarrassed to speak. She was still embarrassed to explain the true happiness of those women to her. , after all, little girls also have the day to become women, and this day is something that every girl has to experience.
Sister Hua walked out of the morgue with her destined corpse slave, and hurried to her residence. She had to rush back to her room as quickly as possible. After all, she had worked hard for more than ten years to finally get pregnant. After entering the spirit and becoming a true monk, naturally, you have to reward yourself well.
When Zhao Ling'er heard that Sister Hua was going to take her corpse slave home and train her properly, she excitedly shouted to Lin Jingzhe who was standing aside: "Let's go back and train him properly."
Lin Jingzhe was speechless. This little girl really didn't know what Sister Hua meant by training.
But he didn't say anything. After all, he was just a corpse slave now and couldn't speak.
At this time, the injuries on his body were almost healed, and as long as he didn't overdo it, the faint tingling symptoms would still not occur.
At this time, several of Zhao Ling'er's little sisters came over to congratulate her and said a lot of polite words, but Lin Jingzhe didn't listen to a word of it anyway.
When Lin Jingzhe followed Zhao Ling'er, he used some of his consciousness to explore everything around him.
It seemed that this morgue was built in a valley. There were at least four or five huge morgues like this around. What made him even more incredible was that there were many monsters placed in one of the morgues. corpse.
"It's done, it's done. I don't know how many talismans can be drawn with so many monster beast furs. With so many talismans and magical powers supporting it, can't I just kill a pill-forming monk with a blow?" When thinking of this, Lin Jingzhe decided to venture here tonight to take away some furs for herself to draw talismans on.
Zhao Ling'er took him around many grave mounds of the same size. Many of those mounds were overgrown with weeds. There were pillars one foot long standing beside the overgrown tombs. Those pillars There was a white flag hanging on them all. Those flags fluttered in the wind and made a ghostly sound of "Lili".
"There are actually more grave mounds here than in the mountains behind Zhaixing Peak, and they are even bigger. There aren't many corpses buried here, right?"
While Lin Jingzhe was thinking to himself, Zhao Ling'er had already led him out of the valley and came to the flat land where a house was sitting.
This flat land is so big, it seems to be two or three miles away from the valley, and it is also dotted with many houses.
The Corpse Sect is doing a great job this day. Is it even as big as a decent village?
Lin Jingzhe looked at this village with no less than 100 households and was filled with wonder.
But what he didn't know was that while he was amazed, there were no other villages like this.
Zhao Ling'er led Lin Jingzhe to a low courtyard, then pointed to a red coffin in the yard and said, "That's your new home. Go over and lie down."
coffin?
Lin Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, but walked over without saying a word and lay down in the coffin.
"You're so good." Zhao Ling'er said happily, "I'll go find dad and ask him to come back and meet you."
Lin Jingzhe lay down in the coffin, feeling very uncomfortable, but it was okay, she would not die even if she slept in the coffin.
After a while, Zhao Ling'er led an old man in his fifties back.
"Dad, this is the corpse slave I took in today. Look how delicate he looks." Zhao Ling'er led Du Chen to the coffin and said with a smile.
"You are delicate, but what's the use of being delicate? You look like a weakling, and you can be easily knocked down by those burlier corpse slaves." Du Chen said his opinion while staring at He looked at the corpse slave in front of him.
After looking deeply at it, he felt satisfied with the face of the corpse slave in front of him, but gradually, he felt that this corpse slave was familiar to him.
Isn't this the body I carried this morning? He, how did he become Xiao Nizi's natal corpse slave?
"Ling'er, are you sure he is the corpse slave you fed with his natal essence and blood?" Du Chen said while carefully looking at the corpse slave in the coffin.
"Yes, daddy, this is the corpse slave I feed." Zhao Ling'er said.
"Then, can you call him up?" Du Chen still suspected that the corpse slave in front of him might be fake.
"Okay." Zhao Ling'er said: "Brother, get up."
Lin Jingzhe almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard her tender voice, but he still slowly climbed up from the coffin.
When he saw the corpse slave in the coffin standing in front of him, Du Chen couldn't help but take a step back, and his feet couldn't help but tremble.
He is still a little timid, Du Chen thought to himself.
