It's another early morning.
Xiaoqiang hurried back to the yard. As soon as he entered the house, he said anxiously: "Grandpa, there is a dead person outside."
Fifth Master knocked on the cigarette pole, "Someday someone will die!"
"Several people died. Meng Ji died too."
The fifth master's expression changed imperceptibly. He knew that there were only a handful of people who could kill Meng Ji in the wasteland outside. There was something strange about this.
"what happened?"
Xiaoqiang said that Meng Ji suddenly died of a severe poison a few days ago. And his body was not sucked by ghosts. The yin energy on his body still lingers.
In the ghost world, wandering ghosts like to suck in the Yin Qi and Corpse Qi of the dead, especially the corpses of newly deceased people, which are a great tonic for ghosts. But this time, the ghost was unwilling to touch Meng Ji's body.
In addition, there are many scavenging beasts and ferocious beasts on the mountain. Their sense of smell is very sensitive. How could Meng Ji's body not be found for several days?
"Go on!"
In the outer room, Chu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, also pricked up his ears.
Xiaoqiang continued: "Today, someone finally couldn't help but take action on Meng Ji's body. That person cut off Meng Ji's fingers and ate them. Others also went up to cut the flesh."
Chu Feng frowned and asked, "Don't they see that the corpse is poisonous?"
The fifth master sighed softly.
"Do you think it's just a coincidence that the brains of bats and badgers are poisonous? Most small animals and wild fruits on the mountain are poisonous. It's just that the strength of the poison is different. The more you eat, the more your body will adapt."
Chu Feng understood that this was also an assessment of the Xuangui Sect’s outer disciples. If you can't bear even a little bit of poison, you are not qualified to become a monk in the ghost world.
"They think they can withstand the poison on that corpse? Stupid!"
The last two words of Chu Feng are very strong. He was actually talking about himself. He still underestimated the cruelty of this outer door.
Meng Ji was bitten to death by Qijie Red Flame. Chu Feng did not dispose of his body. He never imagined that people here would eat poisonous corpses.
According to Xiaoqiang, more than a dozen people tried to eat several pieces of Mengji's meat. It's all cool now. This matter alarmed the inner sect, and the inner sect has sent disciples to investigate.
When Chu Feng was a ghost thief, those monks would fall unconscious just by being bitten by the seven-section red flame. Once the seven-section red flame releases the toxins in its body, not to mention mortals, even the god-transformation monks can drink a pot of it.
As he spoke, three bells sounded from the Hump Tower.
"This is unusual." Mr. Wu put away his cigarette rod and slowly moved his body. Xiaoqiang hurriedly went to get the shoes and put them on for Master Wu. He handed the crutch to the fifth master's hand.
It was the first time that Chu Feng saw this old man get out of bed. He hobbled on crutches. When he walked to the outer room, he smiled slightly at Chu Feng.
"Let's go. Don't go late and cause trouble."
Chu Feng was upset because he killed more than a dozen mortals for no reason. There was an indescribable feeling of depression in his heart.
Chu Feng felt that the endless war between humans and monsters was a joke.
Doesn’t it mean that people can’t eat people? Trolls at least won't eat a poisonous corpse. Chu Feng is not a reclusive monk who is ignorant of worldly affairs. His body experienced the pain of genocide when he was young. It can be said that he also climbed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
But in a small sect in the ghost realm, his Taoist heart was shaken. Here he cannot distinguish between good and evil, and the ugliness of human nature is infinitely magnified. One moment he is your closest relative, and the next moment he may eat your flesh and drink your blood.
Xiaoqiang chuckled and said, "Brother Feng, are you scared? The ghost domain is a place where individuals eat people. You will get used to it after staying there for a long time."
Xiaoqiang preached to Chu Feng like an elder.
Chu Feng smiled faintly, stood up and followed the two of them outside. Here, he could only see a glimmer of light in Xiaoqiang. At least, this kid still has some real character left in him.
Everyone gathered in a dilapidated square in the wasteland. It is overgrown with grass and no one is repairing it. So Chu Feng glanced at them and immediately calculated the specific number of people.
Standing at the front were the twelve core disciples of the outer sect, including nine men and three women.
There are ninety outer disciples including Chu Feng living in the twelve courtyards. Stand in the second echelon.
Behind them is a group of lowly mortals trying to survive in the wasteland. The number was close to three hundred. All of these people have sallow faces and thin muscles, and dull eyes. Some people are desperate, and some people use their godless eyes to cover up the evil in their hearts.
Thirteen pitch-black corpses lay side by side on the ground. Meng Ji's face was ferocious, his two palms were bare, not even a finger was left. One of his eyes was gouged out, and half of his face was cut off. It seems that this corpse is somewhat similar to Lan Xiaoyu's corpse.
Xiaoqiang whispered in Chu Feng's ear: "I heard that people who die from poisoning have the least toxins remaining in their fingers and eyes. Is it true?"
Xiaoqiang's tone was obviously intended to intimidate Chu Feng for fun.
Chu Feng was silent. Xiaoqiang thought he had scared Chu Feng and had a proud look on his face.
Chu Feng took a deep look at Xiaoqiang. The depression in my heart is even worse.
If any child grows up in such an environment, he will inevitably become a cold-blooded and murderous person.
Xiaoqiang has now begun to adapt to the cold-bloodedness of the ghost world. In a few years, the true temperament in him will be wiped out by the environment. By then, Xiaoqiang will become a qualified monk in the ghost world.
In the ghost world, when any sect accepts disciples, the most important thing is not the disciple's talent, nor the disciple's loyalty, but their ability to survive. After all, if a person dies, everything is in vain!
The outer sect of a small sect is so cruel. Can you imagine how those big sects will recruit disciples? I am afraid that only by fighting through the siege among tens of thousands of people can the big shots in the ghost world take a second look.
In other words, everyone who survives in the ghost world has his own way to die! This is the biggest difference between monks in the ghost world and monks in the outside world.
An elder from the inner sect came with two disciples to investigate the matter.
This elder's name is Zhao Wei, and he has an extraordinary status in the Xuangui Sect. There are dozens of disciples under him, and the youngest disciple is Li Hao.
Of course, Li Hao told Chu Feng about these matters in the inner sect. At this moment, Li Hao was standing behind Zhao Wei. He had already seen Chu Feng in the crowd, but he did not dare to look at Chu Feng.
That day, Li Hao knew what kind of existence Chu Feng and Tang Wanxin were.
Those are two god-transformation monks! Li Hao understood that as long as Chu Feng wanted to take action, he could turn the Xuangui Sect into ruins at any time. Even the ancestors of the Xuangui Sect are as insignificant as ants in front of the cultivators.
Zhao Wei slowly walked past the thirteen corpses. Finally, he stepped onto the high platform and glanced coldly below.
He asked grimly: "Who put this poison?"
