deceitful cultivator

Chapter 74 Not Land...

Everyone rushed to hear the sound.

Ren Qing thought to himself while running, if he wanted to silently attack and kill the monks in the cave, he must cooperate with spells.

This suddenly reminded him of the land. Reasonably, it is really difficult for people to detect the ground.

And Ren Qing always felt that something was wrong with the land.

When everyone came to the open space outside the house, they saw that the surrounding area was covered with pythons, and the corpses were carried to other places by the pythons.

Ren Qing's double pupils turned, and he suddenly found that among the densely packed possum corpses, a possum was still moving slightly.

The living possum had already turned into a human form, with only a little gray hair on its back, and its eyes looked extremely empty.

If it weren't for Ren Qing's habit of seeing heavy wind and heavy rain, he would definitely be frightened.

Thousands of rat corpses have the same appearance, and the expressions after death are all carved out of the same mold, which is creepy.

Jiang Feng glanced at Ren Qing unexpectedly, who seemed to react faster than him.

What kind of spell has such vision?

Jiang Feng couldn't help but bent down to check. He noticed that the Ratman had no intelligence at all, and his vitality was still passing away.

"Huang Ziwan, you use poison to stimulate his Niwan Palace and see if he can recover his sanity."

Ren Qing took advantage of the situation and grabbed the rat man's body, apparently to control him, but in fact to call out the flow of information.

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【Age: Four Hours】

[Shouyuan: 160 three breaths]

The lifespan of the Rat Man was still decreasing, and he was about to be exhausted and die.

"Catch it."

Huang Ziwan stretched out his index finger, and his nails turned dark green and pierced the Ratman's eyebrows, directly piercing through the thick skull.

The rat man struggled frantically.

If it wasn't for the obvious improvement of Ren Qing's physical fitness after being promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm, he might not be able to hold on.

Huang Ziwan said in a deep voice, "It has no soul."

Jiang Feng explained: "The mouse mother will only give birth to a soul when the main body dies."

Ren Qing muttered to himself, whether this soul has anything to do with the body is another matter.

Jiang Feng stared at the Rat Man, and asked in a chilling tone, "Who are you?"

The Ratman's gaze seemed to be a little brighter, and he could only hear it muttering to itself: "Who am I? Who am I? Who am I..."

A large amount of blood gushed out of its mouth and nose, and its whole body trembled uncontrollably. Wrinkles formed on its skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shouyuan still has 85 interest.

Jiang Feng said loudly: "Huang Ziwan!"

Huang Ziwan narrowed his eyes, and the color of his index finger became darker. The toxin was injected into the rat man's head, distorting the latter's face.

Seeing that the Ratman's lifespan was about to run out, but he didn't know the slightest clue, Ren Qing couldn't help asking: "Are you a jailer?"

"The jailer, the jailer..."

The Rat Man's eyes revealed thoughts, and the voice of talking to himself became louder and louder, as if trying to recall some fragmentary memories from it.

Jiang Feng and Huang Ziwan looked at each other. Although it would be a lot of trouble if the jailer was involved, the corresponding salary would be more.

"Ren Qing, you continue."

Ren Qing hesitated for a moment.

Since the land may be related to this matter, there is no need for him to deliberately conceal it, and Song Zongwu has been informed in advance.

Ren Qing asked tentatively: "The jailer...land?"

The Rat Man's eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

"Land...land..."

It muttered in its mouth, blood flowed out of its facial features uncontrollably, its head swelled even more, and the skull cracked.

"I am not the land..."

The Ratman's voice became heavy, but Ren Qing felt a little crazy.

"It turns out that I am..."

Before he finished speaking, the Ratman's life essence was completely exhausted, it turned into minced meat and exploded, not even a complete skeleton was left behind.

With the death of the Rat Man, the rest of the corpses decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only ashes all over the ground after a while.

Jiang Feng asked hesitantly, "Is it really related to the jailer?"

Huang Ziwan was also puzzled: "There is no reason for the land to swallow strange things, the risk is too great."

He didn't know much about the land either, he had only been in contact with the restricted area for disaster relief, and the relationship between the two was not as good as that of Ren Qing.

It's hard to imagine unrelated things being connected.

Jiang Feng didn't know the land, but it was better to have a suspect than nothing.

Ren Qing told the two of them exactly what happened, but concealed the separation of body and soul, and only said that they heard it by accident at night.

The two suspect that the land is controlled by some spell.

"A few days ago, I saw Land in the Secret Pavilion. His state is indeed a bit strange, and even his memory has problems."

Jiang Feng said in response: "With the land's magic skills, it is not difficult to come to the cave and attack the monks in the half-corpse realm."

Huang Ziwan said with a bitter face: "The most important thing is to find out where the land is and what its purpose is."

"I will report it to the jailer's hall. We are not good at finding people, so the tasks of the Mud Club may be taken over by other jailers."

Ren Qing rubbed his nose. The prison hall really has a clear division of labor. In contrast, the yamen servants have a lot of risks and little rewards.

"Just in case, Yan Jun, you can arrange a spell."

"Senior Jiang, the technique can only last for about three hours."

Yan Jun felt a little distressed. In fact, the hair turned into a python can be taken back, but now hundreds of hairs are wasted.

After the pythons spread all over the cave, Jiang Feng said, "It's okay, let's leave first."

Everyone went to the outside world along the tunnel where Ren Qing came, and the rest of the roads had been blocked.

Under the bright sunshine, Ren Qing seemed like a world away, and it was hard to imagine that the members of the Mud Society would stay in the small and deep underground all the time.

"I'm going back to the Jail Hall first."

Jiang Feng took out a bone key to draw a doorway, and then stepped into it.

Yan Jun also bid farewell and left.

Ren Qing looked at Huang Ziwan in confusion: "Old Huang, is the mission over?"

"This is the case for the time being. As for whether we should follow up in the future, we will wait for the notification from the dark crow."

Huang Ziwan took out his drink and took a sip. It seemed that he was not worried about the possible disasters in the future, but was happy because of the salary.

Ren Qing couldn't help asking: "What is the salary of the task?"

Huang Ziwan said with a strange expression: "It seems that Mr. Song didn't explain clearly to you, but his character is indeed like this."

"There is a special kind of blood crystal mine in the jailer's hall. Although it is very hard, it is useless, so it is used as currency by the jailer."

He took out a red gem the size of a pigeon egg and shook it.

Ren Qing feels that the blood crystals are like blood droplets in a static state, and they can still smell the stench, which should be coagulated by the blood of Ksitigarbha.

"It will be a ghost market in a few days. If you are interested, you can go and have a look with me."

Ren Qing had a thought, if he could use this to obtain the materials for forging the natal magic weapon.

But what exactly is sold in the ghost market?
There are no rumors of heavenly materials and earthly treasures in this world.

Ren Qing asked Huang Ziwan, who shook his head with a strange smile, and did not answer his question directly.

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