deceitful cultivator

Chapter 55 The No.13 Herb That Disappeared

After the blockade of the disaster relief restricted area was over, the guards planned to evacuate.

As for the twelve strange herbs on Tuofeng Mountain, according to Song Zongwu, they grew out of the influence of the forbidden area for disaster relief.

In almost every restricted area that is blocked, the surrounding ecology will change.

It represents twelve kinds of strange things contained in the restricted area for disaster elimination.

The characteristics of the strange thing can be seen from the appearance of the herbs, but Ren Qing always feels that there is one missing.

The real number should be thirteen, not twelve.

He didn't know much about the restricted area for disaster relief, so he reminded Song Zongwu on the sidelines, and the other party found nothing unusual after inspection.

Under such circumstances, there is naturally no reason to stay on Camelback Mountain.

After these days, the yamen servant's face was full of lingering fatigue.

Of course, there are also those like Xiao Wu who have withstood the pressure and reborn, and their originally thin body has become a lot stronger.

When he returned to Sanxiang City, Xiao Wu would be promoted to an official government servant without any accidents, and his monthly money would be multiplied by then.

Dozens of people immediately set off to return.

The guards followed behind the yamen servants to prevent sudden wild beast attacks.

Only the land chooses to escape into the ground and hurry on its way.

After walking dozens of miles, they found that all the nearby mountain people had evacuated, and the village was empty, with no one in sight.

Ren Qing didn't try to get in touch with the strange things of the magic scripture, mainly because there is no shortage of opportunities after becoming a jailer, so why take such a risk.

The team marched for a day from morning to night, and when it got dark, they found an open place to rest.

The guards chose to be distributed nearby, and they practiced independently without disturbing others, and they took care of food by themselves.

Ren Qing was about to swallow some beasts in front of his eyes to visualize the magic spell, but he noticed that there were a few police officers shivering and warming by the campfire.

He stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?"

The policeman shivered and replied: "Mr. Ren is fine, just a little cold."

It was only then that Ren Qing discovered that several yamen servants had similar situations.

But as summer is approaching, how can it be cold in mid-April?
The reason why the guards didn't notice it was because the temperature difference was not obvious, which was normal for their physique.

Ren Qing couldn't find where the problem was, but could only suspect that it was caused by the wind blowing in the mountains, which made people feel cold all over.

He cut down a few trees with a big seedling knife, and after he had enough firewood to start a fire, there was no serious problem.

The temperature did not drop any further.

Ren Qing felt relieved, anyway, with Song Zongwu and others around, there was no need to worry about danger.

He sits cross-legged on a high place, devoting himself to the visualization of objectlessness.

Although the flow of information can forcibly improve the technique, it still depends on oneself to fully master it.

Ren Qing's current double pupils are far from those when he was first promoted to the Half Corpse Realm, and he began to gradually discover the true power of the technique.

"Predicting the enemy first" can even sense the crisis, which is no longer a pure reaction.

Unknowingly, Ren Qing's soul floated out slowly, as if standing above his head looking at his body.

He didn't dare to try to move, if the damage to the soul would be worth the loss.

Ren Qing is just adapting to the state of separation of body and soul, preparing for the future promotion of twin nightmare ghosts.

As he concentrated, he could clearly hear nearby movements, such as the snoring of the yamen servant, and the traces of reptiles coming out at night to prey.

Suddenly, Ren Qing frowned.

A strange rustling sound entered the ears.

Some sounds like flesh and blood being torn apart, mixed with the sound of bones being crumbled into pieces.

Because Ren Qing's mood was affected, he immediately withdrew from the state of separation of body and soul. He opened his eyes and looked around quickly.

But the camp was peaceful, and he couldn't see anything unusual, nor did he seem to be affected by some strange thing.

Ren Qing wants to enter the body-soul separation confirmation again, but haste makes waste, the more you care, the harder it is to find the state.

He had no choice but to focus on visualization techniques, and he could also pay attention to his surroundings.

But until the sky was bright, nothing strange happened on the hill where they were stationed, but it made Ren Qing a little nervous.

The yamen servants became refreshed after supplementing their sleep, and they each simply ate some dry food.

Ren Qing got rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, and then directed everyone to pack their things, intending to return to Sanxiang City as soon as possible.

They looked at each other silently along the way.

When the setting sun shone on them, they could already see the majestic city gate from a distance.

The crowd subconsciously quickened their pace, and the officers and soldiers saw that there were guards escorting them, so they let them into the city without checking.

The streets full of people come and go.

Vendors are hawking their products, the smell of food and wine penetrates into the nostrils, and stewed stalls can be seen everywhere.

Aroused the lacrimal glands of some government servants.

Compared with the temporary camp in the mountains, it is like returning to the world at this moment.

"Damn it, it's killing me."

Huang Ziwan wore a bamboo hat and ran into the urban area.

Mu Yi and others greeted Song Zongwu and left one after another.

Song Zongwu's expression was somewhat puzzled.

He stopped and said, "Ren Qing, take the yamen servant to the yamen to report, and I will come to you in a few days."

Ren Qing couldn't help asking: "Senior Song, what's wrong?"

"Have you ever seen the land?"

"I saw it at the beginning, but I haven't seen it since I went underground."

Song Zongwu nodded and said, "I must be worrying too much."

Land left the team early, but he always felt that the other party was inexplicably excited, and seemed to be hiding something.

Ren Qing didn't think much, and returned to the yamen together with the yamen servant.

The rest of the yamen servants expressed their gratitude to Ren Qing very politely, and even wanted to have a banquet, but he refused them all.

Everyone can't rest immediately, they have to go to the county magistrate to receive the reward.

Ren Qing couldn't help frowning as he walked.

The sound of the soul perception last night seemed to come from underground? ! !
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The bonfire that had been extinguished not long ago scattered smoke and dust, firewood was scattered everywhere, and there was even dry food left over from the yamen servants.

The night fell, and cracks spread from the ground.

The nearby birds spread their wings away, which seemed to indicate something unusual.

A moment later, a blood-red tender sprout grew on the hillside, several meters in size in the blink of an eye, and looked like a herbal medicine from the outside.

The branches of the herbs are all over the face, and the leaves beat like a heart.

If Ren Qing was present, he would definitely recognize the herbal medicine as the one that disappeared from the disaster-relief forbidden area, and it is related to the strange thing called "The Sutra of Planting Demons".

When the hillside is opened by cracks, the rhizomes of giant herbs are exposed.

The strange thing is that the end of the roots is actually connected to a corpse.

The corpse, half human, half animal, covered with pangolin-like scales, was the land itself.

He seemed to be frozen in the moment of death, and he could still see the greed on his face, and the rhizomes grew from his body, as if he actively swallowed the grass seeds into his belly before he was alive.

A faint mist drifted away, and all the beasts that approached the giant herb turned into pus, and were finally absorbed by the roots.

The herb continued to grow, and soon it was more than ten meters in size, and the area of ​​the mist became wider and wider.

The fog dissipated.

Herbs burrow into the body of the earth like living things.

Land woke up, looking at his hands with an inexplicable expression.

"Who am I, I am alive..."

(End of this chapter)