deceitful cultivator

Chapter 46 My hands and feet are not mine
The darkness was filled with murmurs and howling wolves from time to time, making one's hair stand on end.

Wolf! !

Wolf! ! ! !

"Are you okay, wake up?!"

Zhou Qianwu's voice echoed in all directions, waking Ding Cang up from his nightmare.

His clothes were soaked in sweat, the gauzes on his limbs were bleeding to varying degrees, and even his eye sockets were slightly sunken.

Zhou Qianwu looked at Ding Cang worriedly, and asked involuntarily, "Did you dream again?"

Ding Cang muttered to himself: "Since those animals bit my hands and feet, I have this strange dream every day."

He held his face in his hands, his expression full of despair.

"In my dream, I seemed to be swallowed by wild wolves, and I could even feel the sound of panting in my ears."

Speaking of this, Ding Cang couldn't help retching and almost vomited acid water.

Zhou Qianwu hurriedly brought water, and patted Ding Cang's back with his palm, trying to relieve the other party's pain.

I remember that on the way they had just left Taoxing Village, they encountered several wild wolves in the middle of the night, and Ding Cang was taken away without noticing.

In order to save Ding Cang, they fought back desperately, and even injured two Orions.

After the wild wolves were wiped out, Zhou Qianwu and the hunters searched for a long time before they found Ding Cang who had passed out in the wolf den. Fortunately, he was fine, and the injuries were mainly concentrated in his hands and feet.

Zhou Qianwu said complainingly: "A few days ago when Ren sent someone to visit us, why didn't you explain the situation?"

"me……"

Ding Cang's eyes were lost, as if he was still immersed in fear.

Zhou Qianwu sighed and said, "The injury is almost healed, why don't you go to the camp and relax?"

"Well, thank you Uncle Zhou, I really should go..."

Ding Cang stood up in a daze, and wobbled towards the outside of the wooden house.

Zhou Qianwu looked at his back, frowned slightly and said to himself, "Ding Cang, why does he feel taller than before?"

"Or am I getting older and shorter?"

After Ding Cang came to the camp, he felt the gentle sunset on his body, and his mood became less tense.

Seeing that he had finally left the house, several familiar hunters yelled and greeted him.

Ding Cang responded one by one, just about to stop and chat with them, but he walked involuntarily to the depths of the camp.

what's the situation?
Ding Cang didn't take it seriously, he just thought it was the stiff hands and feet caused by not going out for a long time.

But then he felt something was wrong, there was a faint tingling pain in the joints of his hands and feet, and blood oozes out of the gauze.

He raised his arm subconsciously to check, but there was a strange strangeness in his eyes, as if the arm had nothing to do with him.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Cang discovered more suspicious points. There was a light-colored birthmark on the back of his right hand, but now it disappeared.

There was also a knife scar on the left wrist, which suddenly disappeared.

Ding Cang became flustered, and wanted to seek help from the jailer, but his feet were no longer under control, and he hurried towards the cave independently.

He tried to resist several times to no avail.

At this moment, Ren Qing, who had just come out of the mine, was about to go to the wooden house to rest, holding a very conspicuous four-foot seedling knife in his hand.

Ding Cang was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to call out to Ren Qing as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Well……"

His right hand tightly covered his mouth.

Ding Cang's pupils dilated, and when ordinary people encounter strange things they cannot understand, their bodies will instinctively want to make a sound.

His right hand suddenly opened his jaw and grabbed his tongue firmly.

Before he could react, the severe pain spread to the scalp, the tongue was pulled out by the roots, and blood gushed out immediately.

The distorted face is indescribably creepy.

Ren Qing stopped.

Ding Cang could find that Ren Qing seemed to have noticed his strangeness, so he tried to help again, but his feet were running faster and faster.

He felt the sound of overwhelmed bones all over his body, so that his internal organs were squeezed and painful.

Ding Cang fell heavily in front of the cave, his flesh and blood flowed out like melted butter, and there were countless eyes floating in it.

His consciousness seemed to return to the belly of a wolf, but this time besides the heavy panting, there was also the voice of a strange man.

"It's a pity that the mining area is not fully covered."

Blood splattered.

Hundreds of restricted areas formed.

.........

Hordes of beasts swarmed.

Although the number of Gu worms used as a defense was greater, they obviously couldn't kill the beasts in a short time, so some of them rushed into the hump mountain without fear of life and death.

Most of the surviving beasts were wolves, tigers, leopards and bears, and they all survived by virtue of their agility.

They seemed to know the location of the restricted area for disaster relief, and rushed over in one go.

With the death of a large number of Gu insects, Li Yaoyang pinched his temple consciously, his expression became a little impatient.

He sat cross-legged in the cave of Tuofeng Mountain, beside a dozen or so bottles and jars, all of which contained a large number of Gu worms.

Li Yaoyang frowned and said to himself: "It's ridiculous, how dare you drive some ordinary beasts and think you can break into the restricted area?"

He scratched his wrist with his nails, and the blood dripped into the earthen jar containing the Gu worms, and there was the sound of scrambling to swallow them.

After a few breaths, a dozen or so wasp-like Gu worms broke out of the tank, spread their wings and flew into the dense forest.

Li Yaoyang immediately left the cave and shouted loudly: "Miss Mu, there is still a monk who has not been solved. You go and control his corpse, so as not to create a new restricted area after death."

As soon as the words fell, the nearby trees and vines were entangled with each other.

The treant, who was more than three meters tall, stepped towards the location where the beast attacked. It was hard to imagine a woman in her twenties or eight years with her terrifying appearance.

But the bird was not afraid of Mu Yi at all, and even landed on his shoulder.

When Mu Yi found the traces of the beasts, they had rushed to within a kilometer of the restricted area for disaster relief.

Mu Yi opened his hands.

Dozens of vines directly entangled the wild beasts, and even a few fish that slipped through the net were bound by roots drilled from the ground.

She checked the beasts one by one, and it turned out that they were all relatively ordinary, and even the traces of casting spells were subtle.

"Is it possible that the monk didn't enter the mountain at all?"

Muyi closed her eyes to accept the feedback from the vegetation, countless messy memories flooded into her mind, and she tried to find useful information from them.

After a long time, Mu Yi opened his eyes.

Just ten minutes ago, a burly old wolf climbed up the back mountain full of cliffs and touched the side of the disaster relief restricted area.

But the old wolf was on the verge of death, so he probably wouldn't last long.

Mu Yi took the vines into his body and turned into an ordinary human body.

Then she stretched out her hand to let a few birds come closer, and she uttered bursts of chirping, as if she was communicating with the birds.

The bird flew away, Mu Yi hurried into the forest.

Regardless of whether this old wolf is a monk pretending to be a monk or not, he must be stopped.

If this affects the restricted area for disaster relief, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fortunately, the restricted area is surrounded by spells without distinction, even if the Ghost Envoy wants to break through in a short period of time, it may not be easy.

(End of this chapter)