The Pastoral Life of a Cultivation Master

Chapter 3139 Only the head still has some flesh left

Chen Mo took out the jade sword again and slowly walked to the front of the glazed depression, observing the dark, charred appearance in the middle.

But at that moment, I heard a series of clicking sounds.

What was that sound? Chen Mo frowned and immediately scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, trying to see what it was.

As you tread upon it, the glass-like surface formed from the soil and rocks doesn't make a cracking sound, but rather a different kind of noise. And now, is there anything else?
There is none, of course. So, this sound is...

Just then, Chen Mo saw the dark thing move.

Damn it, he saw the shadowy figure and wasn't struck by lightning, he's still alive?
Immediately, Chen Mo took out several talismans, preparing to attack, when he saw the black charcoal in front of him suddenly crack open.

Pieces of charred material fell, and in just a few breaths, only a black and white skeleton remained! A black and white skeleton holding a white stick!
Then, the skull's eyes flashed red again, and its scarlet gaze fixed on Chen Mo!

"Damn it!" Chen Mo was immediately shocked. He hadn't expected that even with all the power of the Thunder Sword, it wouldn't kill the shadowy figure. It had only turned the shadowy figure into a skeleton. How could this damned sect produce such a thing?

Just like the skeleton he encountered in the Great Rift Valley, its entire body was covered in white jade, and its strength was extremely strange. Fortunately, Chen Mo didn't have too much trouble dealing with it.

But I never expected that I would actually create a black and white skeleton using the Thunder Sword. No one else could do that!

The skeleton didn't stare at Chen Mo for long before swinging its club, attempting to attack him.

But what neither of them—no, neither of them, neither of them, nor the skeleton—expected was that when the skeleton tried to grab the stick and swing it, its entire arm bones swung, but the skeleton's hand and the stick remained still.

Looking closer, you see a skeletal hand, devoid of flesh and blood, still tightly gripping a white stick—quite a fitting match!

Perhaps because the stick was too heavy, and the skeleton's bones were still connected, it had no strength and could not swing the white stick.

This left Chen Mo somewhat shocked and amused. He had expected the skeleton to be able to wield a stick and fight him for another eight hundred rounds. But the result was such a comical scene.

The shadowy figure, Du Xing, was also quite embarrassed. What was going on? He couldn't even lift his own weapon! What the hell was the point of fighting? He might as well just surrender!

During the lightning strike, his flesh was torn away piece by piece, causing him immense pain. In the end, he even considered that dying like this wouldn't be so bad; perhaps then he could see Song Wanxi again.

Even Song Wanxi's stunningly beautiful and aloof face appeared before his eyes, but when he tried to see her expression clearly, he found that he couldn't see it at all, as if there was a veil over her face.

Perhaps it was because so much time had passed that he could no longer clearly remember Song Wanxi's face.

However, although the lightning had shattered his flesh and blood, it had not destroyed his bones, and because his skull was protected, his head was also preserved.

Especially since his head had no open wounds, it remained intact during the lightning strikes, protecting not only the outer skin but also the internal flesh. However, only his head was unharmed; the rest was just a skeleton. This was because his body had been thoroughly corroded by the Gu poison. Not only had his skin changed, but his internal organs had also undergone significant alterations, especially his bones, which had been invaded by the Gu poison. But while this change was deadly, it also indirectly strengthened his defenses. Not only was the skin more resilient, but even the defenses of his internal organs and bones were greatly enhanced.

Of course, this improvement comes at a price: the skin, internal organs, and bones all gradually begin to turn black, which is a sign of the invasion of the Gu poison.

However, since lightning is the nemesis of Gu worms, especially Gu poison, when the lightning exploded, it not only destroyed Du Xing's body but also the Gu poison within him. Even his bones, which had been altered by the Gu poison, began to turn white in some places under the ravages of the lightning.

That's why Du Xing, now a skeleton, is black and white.

Of course, it was also because he had been subjected to the scouring of the lake water and the invasion of the ice spirit for a long time that his body was reduced to bones for a time, but he still did not die.

The shadowy figure turned to look at the stick, then at Chen Mo; the scene was completely silent.

At this moment, Chen Mo took out the Soul Jar and then brought out Lan Caijie as well. The two of them, along with a large snake, all came over and looked at the black and white skeleton in the arena.

The shadowy figure—no, it should be a black and white skeleton—looked at the human, spirit, and snake not far in front of it and suddenly felt like cursing!

Unexpectedly, although his mouth opened, it only made clicking sounds; no other sounds came out. His vocal cords and trachea had been destroyed by the lightning, so speaking was now impossible.

But when I try to transmit my voice, I can't feel my dantian; all my true essence has vanished.

Damn!

The black and white skeleton turned around and grabbed the stick with its other hand. When it tried to pick it up again, it found that the stick was too heavy to lift.

He tried to retract the stick, but his dantian had already disappeared. Without true essence, a skeleton was just a useless person, unable to do anything.

The skeleton stared at the white stick for a long time before slowly reaching out to stroke it. Although it felt nothing, it could only imagine the frustration of not being able to lift the weapon that had been with it for so many years.

At that moment, Du Xing seemed to feel something gradually slipping away from his body.

After a period of quiet reflection, I realized that what seemed to be passing away was life itself.

It seems my life is coming to an end!
The lightning attack just now not only tore his flesh and blood off, but also killed him. Perhaps due to the poison, or perhaps due to his previous strength, he was able to survive after losing his flesh and blood, but he probably wouldn't live much longer.

He turned to look at Chen Mo and the others again, then used his still relatively normal hand, with its remaining bone, to pluck the other hand bone off the stick, and then turned and ran towards the lake.

I don't want the stick anymore, and I won't kill the enemy. Now I just want to go back to the bottom of the lake.

My body is already in this state, and I know I may not live much longer, so what am I waiting for? I should go back first. There, I still have a lingering attachment to myself, and I want to see things one last time before I die!