The old wolf climbed up the ridge with difficulty, his claws were bruised with blood.
It couldn't help but pant, its walking posture was severely deformed, and the fur on its body continued to fall off, revealing large areas of blood.
It's like I'm going to die at any moment.
The old wolf forced himself to walk towards the depths of Camelback Mountain. His cloudy eyes could barely see the path clearly, but he was afraid that even the most basic consciousness had been lost.
When it stopped, it was blocked by dense vines.
boom.
The old wolf fell to the ground helplessly. Only from the ups and downs of its abdomen could it be vaguely seen that it was not completely dead.
At this moment, the fur on the abdomen gradually opened a small gap, as if a river clam opened its body.
A shriveled head emerged from the gap. There was no trace of flesh and blood under the skin, as if it were a skeleton of white bones.
Who would have thought that there would be a living person hiding in the belly of the wolf.
Then his body slowly moved to the outside world, but it turned out to be a human pig without limbs.
"Ghost...Ghost...Ghost..."
The old man's expression was stern, and there was still a bit of unbearable excitement on his face, which gave his ashen complexion an abnormal blush.
He lowered his head and greedily bit and devoured the old wolf's flesh and blood.
The limbs gradually grew out, but wrinkles spread all over the body like ravines, and the breath seemed to be cut off at any moment.
After a while, only the skeleton of the hungry wolf was left.
"There are still fifteen days left to live..."
The old man stood up, wiped the flesh and blood from the corner of his mouth, and then scratched an invisible scar on his forehead with his finger.
He grabbed the wound and pulled hard, and the skin was about to be peeled off.
The most chilling thing is that the human skin squirms like a living thing, trying to reattach itself to the flesh and blood skeleton.
The old man's face was ferocious, and he knew that the opportunity left to him was fleeting, so he had to exert more force, causing the human skin to struggle violently.
Just when the human skin was about to be torn off, a sound broke through the air.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Several throwing knives were stuck in the tree trunks in the distance.
Although the distance was more than ten meters, the cautious old man still stopped his movements, and the human skin merged with the body again, leaving no trace of scars.
The old man said gloomily: "Who is it?"
"This is Ren Qing, this is the second time we have met."
Ren Qing walked out slowly, seemingly calm on the surface, but in fact his muscles were tense, and his right hand holding the handle of the knife never let go.
Surprise flashed in Song Rong's eyes. He obviously recognized the other party. After all, not many government officials came to Wulou to borrow "Travel Notes in the Caotang".
Ren Qing used his double pupils to lock Song Rong firmly, even if the latter lost his hundred eyes, the other two techniques actually did not pose a threat.
But he still kept more than twenty meters with Song Zong.
Song Rong asked in a gentle tone: "Your eyes are interesting, are they blind?"
Clang!
Ren Qing didn't reply, and held half of the Da Miao knife out of its sheath.
Song Rong suddenly stopped being impatient and explained as if teaching a junior: "I have always thought that Wumufa has a third alienation route, but I didn't expect to see it in you."
He laughed sickly: "If my eyes had not been peeled off, I would definitely be interested in your eyes."
"Does it matter whether there is no purpose or not?"
Ren Qing only felt a chill down his spine, but then regained his composure.
"It really doesn't matter."
Song Rong smiled and took a tentative step back, and Ren Qing immediately followed.
"Since you are not in a hurry to take action, you probably want to ask me something, right?"
"Is there any way to extend life in this world?"
"Oh, of course, but you have to pay a price. Eating raw human eyes is just the most common method. Some of them even I can't bear to look at."
Song Rong slowly approached Ren Qing and said in a strange tone: "It will take about a hundred breaths before the jailer dares to come. Don't you want to know..."
When there was only half a meter between the two of them, his right arm suddenly broke off and was thrown out at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.
The arm can still move even in mid-air, and the traces of the spell can be seen on the fingernails. It is possible that Ren Qing's flesh can be peeled off easily.
Originally, Song Rong planned to peel off his own skinned strange object and form a restricted area to break the jailer's magic blockade.
Now it seems that if we can take the opportunity to kill Ren Qing, we can still have some remaining energy to enter the disaster relief restricted area.
How could Ren Qing let him have his wish?
Ren Qing used his heavy pupils to easily capture the trajectory of his arm. When he closed his eyes, he felt as if he had returned to the mine where he had wielded his knife a hundred times.
The mountain breeze blew on his face, and he could feel the wisps of air gathering and dissipating.
Clang! !
The blade and scabbard of the knife in his hand rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound, as if the Miao sword was eager to show off its edge.
Unsheath.
Ren Qing disappeared on the spot.
Under Song Rong's disbelieving gaze, Ren Qing appeared within half a meter of him, and the arm containing two magic techniques broke into two halves.
The incision is extremely smooth, even the bones.
"Forget about eating raw human eyes. From the looks of it, you know there is an upper limit."
Ren Qing knew that the guards in Tuofeng Mountain were constantly searching for Song Rong. If he could get the desired result as soon as possible, he would have to give up.
"So funny."
Song Rong came to his senses and waved his left hand.
The flesh and blood of the arm bloomed like a flower stamen, forming a deformed animal head in the blink of an eye, grinning at Ren Qing.
This is the ability of the Skinner, the ability to control his own flesh and blood, which is extremely strange.
Ren Qing didn't panic at all, and raised his large sword slightly to block the bite of the beast's head.
He knew that Song Rong was unscrupulous in planning to enter the disaster relief restricted area, and his body was already overdrawn to the point of death.
He planned in advance to control the wild wolf to attack the hunter, and then forcibly planted his arm on the hunter's body, as well as the hundreds of strange things that were stripped away.
This is also the reason why Ren Qing's information flow fails, because Orion's limbs and body have become independent individuals.
Ren Qing even had some doubts that it was Song Rong's method to imprison the restricted area in the first place, in order to experiment on how to make better use of strange objects.
"If you don't want to say it, forget it."
His legs took on the form of a werewolf, and he drew his sword again at a speed that Song Rong couldn't react to.
The flesh and blood beast's head was cut off instantly.
Song Rong's expression became playful, and the corner of his mouth even raised a smile.
The blade was only a millimeter away from his neck.
Song Zong smiled and said: "So Ren Qing, you and I are the same person."
"You are also very obsessed with longevity and immortality, but your luck is better than mine. At least your cultivation path was not interrupted by strange objects."
He looked deeply into the sky and murmured to himself: "My luck is too bad. It is impossible to reach the end. I will either die in the disaster elimination restricted area or die in the process of promotion."
Ren Qing didn't sigh, but just sighed a little.
A ruthless person like Song Rong would be able to achieve unimaginable achievements in a normal immortal cultivation environment, but this world is so weird.
To live is to be lucky.
Song Rong became enthusiastic. He said like a pilgrim: "Ren Qing, the real method of extending life is in the far north..."
