Dayan first waste material

Chapter 142

Shen Sitang's life has entered a countdown, it would be a lie to say that he is not panicking, but he is not that panicky.

I didn't panic because, isn't there something in her body protecting her?If the two-day period is up, will the power protect her again?Then shake off all the evil spirits in her body?
The panic is, what if that thing doesn't move?
You said that other people can communicate with the system through time travel, how about her?I don't know what's inside the body.

Her life!It was so bitter!

Wuku was still 'communicating' with the resentful spirit, and He Xinyuan and the others were all watching. This kind of scene is rarely seen, and they are very curious.

Shen Sitang slowed down for a while, staggered and stood firm, without leaning against Mu Huaichuan again.

Mu Huaichuan looked down at her hand. The hand that was originally as delicate as white jade was emitting black air. There was no piece of good meat, and the bones were dripping with blood. She must have been in so much pain to be like this, as if Already numb.

"Shen Sitang, I'll take you to bandage first."

"Ah?" Shen Sitang was top-heavy, looked up at him in a daze, and shook his head: "It's okay, there's no rush."

There were more wounds, but they were all traumatic injuries. With the medicine given by Jun Tingyan, she would recover as before.

Mu Huaichuan frowned, and couldn't help but dragged her arm and walked out: "I don't know when Daoist Wuku will be able to find out. You go and bandage them first, and they will come to us if they have any news."

Shen Sitang couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to agree.

Mu Huaichuan took her to the Maolin Hospital first, took her ointment and then went to the medicine hall.

After applying the ointment and wrapping it with a white silk cloth, black air still came out through the silk cloth. Mu Huaichuan couldn't help sighing as he watched this scene.

After resting in the medicine hall for a while, Wu Ku and Wei Jiuyuan came over.

Mu Huaichuan stepped forward and asked, "Do you have a clue?"

Wei Jiuyuan pursed her lips and shook her head, obviously things didn't go as smoothly as they imagined.

Wuku first glanced at Shen Sitang's hand, and then sighed: "The resentful spirit doesn't know much. When he went up the mountain to collect medicine, he was attacked from behind and passed out. When he woke up, he was buried in the soil. , he could only feel that someone was sucking something through the soil, which made him very painful, but he couldn't cry out, so he could only die in endless fear, and then he was trapped in the corpse."

In other words, Wraith didn't see what the person who hurt him looked like, and didn't even know whether it was a man or a woman.

Wei Jiuyuan was very worried: "Little Eleven, how do you feel now? Is there any pain in your body? Or is there any discomfort?"

Shen Sitang shook her head: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, I'll be safe for the next two days." After speaking, she looked at Wu Ku: "Master Wu Ku, are you going to that mountain?"

Wuku nodded: "I'm definitely going, it's best to go now, I guess there are still many corpses that have not been dug up, the other party wants to gather grievances, but I don't know why he did this, what does he want to get from it? "

Shen Sitang thought for a while and said, "Master Wuku, what if he wants to cultivate in this way?"

"Cultivation?" Wuku shook his head and laughed: "What kind of cultivation method needs to condense resentment, it's not too bad..."

Wuku suddenly stopped laughing.

"You mean, someone is cultivating secretly!"

Only secret cultivators need to break through the heavens in some way!
Most of the ways to break through the way of heaven have to use countless lives to pave the way!
The exercises of secret cultivation were all burned down by Emperor Tianyuan as early as 800 years ago, and no one knows how to practice them today, but it cannot be ruled out that someone hid the exercises, or there were omissions at the beginning, but now they are obtained by interested people. Someone will suffer.

Wuku frowned tightly: "It's not too late, let's go to that mountain, and quickly find out the secret cultivators, otherwise many people will die."

Shen Sitang responded, and got up staggeringly.

Mu Huaichuan held her down: "What are you doing up?"

"I'm going too, You Yushi, maybe I can find other corpses."

"I don't need you, there are hounds."

Shen Sitang blinked, having the illusion that she and the dog had the same function.

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Shen Sitang did not go to that mountain in the end, she was indeed very tired and weak, it would be bad if she went and caused a burden to them.

Mu Huaichuan personally led the team to the mountain, and Shen Sitang checked the files about secret cultivation in Tianji Hall.

In the existing dossiers of Tianjitang, the sayings about secret cultivation are already at the level of legends, and there are only a few strokes, and they will be read quickly.

Shen Sitang felt that the Dugong must know more, but the Dugong said that she would not be able to see him until she reached the Xuan level, and now she can only wait for Mu Huaichuan and the others to come back and ask Mu Huaichuan to ask.

"Deputy Shen."

While Shen Sitang was thinking, an official knocked on the door and entered, holding a tray in his hand, on which was a very old looking book.

"This is?"

The official put down the tray: "This is sent by the governor, and I asked my subordinates to hand it over to Deputy Envoy Shen."

Shen Sitang's eyes lit up, and he went straight to get the book.

What is going on in the Inspectorate every day, I must not be able to hide it from the governor, he took the initiative to send the information to her.

The officials withdrew, and she was the only one in the tea room of Tianji Hall. Shen Sitang was very weak, leaning against the wall and flipping through the ancient books in his hand.

This ancient book is obviously very old, but it is well preserved. Shen Sitang flipped through it carefully, for fear of damaging the book.

The advantages and disadvantages of various cultivation methods, as well as various secrets, are recorded in ancient books.

Shen Sitang went through Wuxiu, Fuxiu, Danxiu, etc., and finally came to secret cultivation.

It is rumored that there is a kind of person who is born to cultivate secretly, that is, the person who belongs to the way of heaven, and those who want to practice secretly can only forcibly open a way of heaven to pave the way for cultivation.

Opening the way of heaven is a way that violates the laws of heaven. It needs blood to pave the way and the souls of the dead lead the way to achieve secret cultivation.

The so-called esoteric practice can resonate with the heaven and earth, control water and fire, and attract thunder and lightning. Everything in the world is used by esoteric practitioners.

When Shen Sitang saw this, his breath became stagnant.

Everything in the world is used by people who practice secrets, isn't it invincible in the world!
No wonder there are people who practice secret cultivation regardless of the consequences.

Water and fire are controllable, and thunder and lightning can be induced. Shen Sitang suddenly remembered that in Yichun Courtyard that day, she...saw thunder and lightning!

Purple Thunder!
Shen Sitang suddenly closed the ancient book, regardless of his physical condition, put the ancient book on the tray, and stumbled out of the tea room.

Seeing this, an official stepped forward and asked, "Deputy Shen is not feeling well. If you want to send this thing somewhere, why not give it to your subordinates, and let them do it for you."

Shen Sitang shook his head, and held the tray firmly in his hands: "No, I can do it myself."

The official was stunned: "Can Deputy Envoy Shen?"

Shen Sitang's face was as pale as paper, but he still nodded firmly, and then walked out step by step.

It is already late at night, the winter wind is biting, Shen Sitang is trembling all over, when he came to the elegant courtyard, his lips were purple from the cold.

Shen Sitang didn't go in, but stood at the gate of Qingya small courtyard.

She didn't wait too long before a young man in black opened the courtyard door, silently took the tray in her hand, turned back silently, and closed the courtyard door.

Shen Sitang was still standing at the gate of the Qingya small courtyard, his thoughts were chaotic.

(End of this chapter)