The waiter who walked out quickly was named Xu. He was a strong and capable young man. After receiving the order from the shopkeeper, he clasped his hands in his sleeves and hurriedly chased after him. Through the candlelight nearby, he saw a tall figure from a distance, walking along Zhuque Street. Go forward, go all the way, be careful along the way. Under the eaves beside the road, there are rows of victims with sallow faces and thin skin. They are all swaying around, sitting, lying, leaning, and curling up, huddled together to keep warm. Their eyes are half open and half closed. They are obviously very hungry and just waiting for the next meal. A wave of loose porridge.
Mr. Xu can't bear it - only those who have eaten can feel compassion - but there are too many victims in the city. Even if he wants to help, how many people can he save? He sighed secretly, and when he was distracted for a moment, he had lost sight of the man when he raised his head again. His heart skipped a beat, and he was worried that he had missed the shopkeeper. He quickened his pace and followed after him for a few steps until he reached a fork in the alley, and peeked in.
The alley is winding and winding, with no end as far as the eye can see. There are high walls on both sides, and the lights are dim. Waves of drafts blow through, and the chill is biting. Even the victims stay away from the entrance of the alley, and there is no one around. Mr. Xu wrapped his cotton robe tightly and walked slowly into the alley while holding on to the wall. After walking a few steps, his eyes suddenly blurred. A strange face with bloody flesh appeared in front of him, with flesh hanging on the white bones. It didn't look like a human being. The human ghost does not look like a ghost, with two green fires coming out of the eye sockets, a grin, revealing a mouth full of black and yellow rotten teeth.
Mr. Xu was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak. He sat down on the ground and screamed: "Ghost -" but his voice was so low that he couldn't even hear it.
The evil ghost slowly opened his mouth wide, and a bloody gap opened at the corner of his mouth, extending all the way to his shoulders. His lower jaw collapsed forward, half of his head fell back, and he opened his squirming chest, revealing densely packed sharp teeth. He pounced forward, like a sack holding a man, and swallowed Mr. Xu in one gulp.
In a moment, the head returned to its original shape, with no abnormalities, and the chest and abdomen were bulging, vaguely showing the shape of a struggling human being. The evil ghost touched his stomach, rubbed it hard with both hands, tightened his stomach bag, and grinded it vigorously with sharp teeth. Eat blood, grind it into minced meat, and squeeze out the essence. In no time, the chest and abdomen deflated, and the evil ghost's throat rattled, spitting out a ball of clothing residue, which was pressed tightly and was only the size of a fist, like the "coat shell" spit out by an eagle.
After completing the last step, the evil ghost showed a satisfied smile on his face, licked his bright red tongue, and moved forward to find the next target. He felt hungry. One meal was not enough. He needed to swallow more blood food to satisfy his master.
"Is this the price of extending your life?"
A strange voice sounded from behind. The evil ghost was startled and turned around suddenly, only to see a familiar figure. An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly said: "It turns out to be you!"
Neither seniority nor righteousness can hold him back from the fate of the Black Dragon Pond. Wei Shiqi of the Kunlun Sect is still fresh in his memory.
Time has passed, and the young man who hid under Pan Chengnian's wings has grown up to the point where he must face it. Yin Mobei feels vaguely threatened. This threat is like a needle, not strong, but cannot be ignored.
Wei Shiqi said calmly: "Guan Ao is awake already?"
He was neither a senior nor awe-stricken. The other party's tone made him very uncomfortable. The flesh and blood on Yin Mobei's face twitched. The arrogance of the Dongzhen people passed through tens of thousands of years of time and space and returned to him. He snorted coldly and said: " You speak arrogantly and are very courageous. Tell me, who is supporting you behind your back?"
Wei Shiqi smiled. He knew that Yin Mobei was once a Dongtian person. He practiced "Aiki Technique" and used the black dragon's demonic energy to cleanse his body. He cut off the hair and washed the marrow, and received enlightenment to survive forever. However, everything has a price. , once he takes this step, he must give up all the magical powers of Dongzhenren and become the black dragon's puppet, taking life and death from him and never getting ahead. He seems to still not understand his situation, or perhaps he understands but is unwilling to face it. His attitude of relying on his old age makes people feel ridiculous. Even if the cave gods reappear in the world, this world is no longer what it was before...
The temptation of words was a waste of time and seemed weak. He stretched out his index finger and gently touched Yin Mobei's shoulder, and then stopped at the touch. Yin Mobei felt his eyes blurred, and there was no way to avoid it. A bit of strange soul power penetrated into his body and exploded violently. Half of his body was filled with flesh and blood. The demonic energy locked deep in his body lost control and shot straight into the sky. The black dragon His aura was fully exposed, and the three meat balls hidden in his belly rolled to the ground. They were fist-sized, pink and white, and were spinning on the ground.
The essence of the human body is all in this small flesh ball, and a flesh ball is a person. Yin Mobei collected essence for the black dragon, and he did not know how many innocent lives were destroyed.
Yin Mobei hurriedly gathered the demonic energy into his body. His white bones regenerated one after another, and countless sprouts sprouted from the broken flesh, reshaping his body.
Wei Shiqi didn't stop him. He quietly put away the meat ball. He thought a lot, his eyes flickered, he lowered his head and raised his head again. It seemed that he was unwilling to learn to be good, but also had to learn to be good. All kinds of complicated mentality were beyond words, comparable to the Oscar-winning actor, Thanks to his bloody grimace, he was able to make so many subtle expressions.
"Guan Ao is awake already?" Wei Shiqi asked again without even changing his tone.
The green fire jumped in Yin Mobei's sunken eye sockets. First he shrank slightly, then the flames surged, and his attitude became determined. The violent demonic energy spurted out. His mind was completely occupied by the black dragon, and he lost his will.
No retreat, no fear, no mercy, no compromise, just endless killing. Yin Mobei opened his arms and rushed forward. The demonic energy turned into invisible sharp arrows and shot at Wei Shiqi one after another.
In this world, there are sword cultivators, weapon cultivators, talisman cultivators, body cultivators, ghost cultivators, and demon cultivators. When cultivating the form, Yin Mobei's situation is very special. He uses the black dragon demon energy to infuse his body and reshape his body. He is somewhere between ghost cultivator and demon cultivator. It is one of the few isolated cases. All the methods of Dong Tianren have left him, and the only things he relies on are his immortal body and the black dragon's demonic energy.
Wei Shiqi refused to evade, and the demonic energy pierced into his body, like a mud cow entering the sea, making no sound. The Five Directions Breaking Dawn Divine Weapon has extremely strengthened his physical body, far surpassing the "King Kong" body. Even the ultimate "glazed" body of the demon clan is inferior by three points. Although the black dragon's demonic energy is domineering, it is not as powerful as Wei Qi's. It's like a breeze blowing on your face.
Yin Mobei bared his teeth and claws and rushed forward, but was defeated by Wei Shiqi's punch. This time, Wei Shiqi did not hold back, and the power of his soul spurted out. Yin Mobei was unable to resist, and together with the three essences, they turned into flesh and blood all over the sky. The demonic energy escaped again, gathering the flesh and blood in one place, slowly squirming, trying to reshape it, but was scattered by the power of the soul, and was unable to stand up.
"Come out." Wei Shiqi raised his head and looked into the dark alley.
