I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 9 Raising corpses
"My dear, you can't take too much now. This bowl of blood is enough for you."

"But don't worry, it won't take a few days, hehe"

The old man grinned.

As he spoke, he tilted the silver bowl in his hand.

Let the blood drip evenly onto the body.

Just when the cicada outside the window was still wondering what the old man was going to do.

The next scene made all the pores on his body explode and goosebumps covered the ground.

Hundreds of black holes the size of fingernails suddenly appeared on the skin of the corpse.

These holes opened and closed, sucking in the blood as if they had life.

It disappeared only after it had completely devoured the entire bowl of blood.

The wounds on the surface of the corpse actually showed signs of healing slightly.

Even the lifeless skin became much smoother.

"What the hell is this? Wasn't the old man's son buried twenty-one years ago?"

The golden cicada's hair stood on end.

Although in Daqin, many Taoist monks had met Ying Lou.

But none of the Taoist methods those people had demonstrated were as weird and disgusting as the one before him.

“Is this the evil spirit?”

Jin Chan suddenly thought of the description of the Southern Wilderness at the beginning of the Southern Wilderness volume in the Lanshu Tower.

[Although the Southern Wilds are vast, they have no king, no morality, no law, and no virtue. Evil spirits abound, and heresy and unrighteousness are rampant. No sect in the Central Plains is willing to enter! ]

Quack~~~
Suddenly, a crow on the branch outside the door cried out, then flapped its wings and flew towards the cicada, startling the people inside the house.

"Who?"

The old man shouted and stared out the window with gleaming eyes like a jackal.

Even though he was exposed, Jin Chan did not panic.

Anyway, I came here tonight just to ask how to refine myself so that others can achieve immortality.

After all, this concerns whether Yinglou can dominate the world in the future.

"Old man, it's me!"

Jin Chan pushed the door open and walked in.

He doesn't even take a dying old man seriously.

"Why are you here? Didn't I tell them to keep an eye on you and not let you run around?"

The village chief narrowed his sunken and fleshless eyes and looked forward with an unhappy expression.

"They are all dead. I killed them!"

Jin Chan didn't plan to waste time and set fire to the mountain after asking what he wanted as soon as possible!

"I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be so courageous!"

The village chief changed from his usual amiable demeanor to a sinister old man.

"I underestimated you, too. I didn't expect you would keep corpses at home!"

It's not difficult to guess from the old man's actions just now.

This crazy guy must be planning to use some method to resurrect his long-dead son.

"Raising a corpse? My son is not dead, how can you raise a corpse?"

The village chief was furious and shouted loudly, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

The pear wood cane kept knocking on the ground, making a banging sound.

"Don't talk nonsense to me. Tell me everything I want to know, or I will cremate your baby son right now!"

Jin Chan took out a leather bag filled with firefly powder from his waist.

Open the bag and pretend you are ready to spill it.

"You, you villain!"

The village chief's beard kept shaking, and he was obviously very angry, but he was also afraid that Jin Chan would really take action, so he was a little at a loss for a moment.

"Haha! What a joke! How dare you say that to me?"

Jin Chan was also so angry that he laughed.

Over the past twenty years, I have been dismembered and eaten by these guys.

Now he has the nerve to call himself a villain.

"Say it!"

Jin Chan tilted the leather bag a little more and continued threateningly.

"No, don't do it, I'll tell you everything!"

The old village chief was so scared that he waved his hands non-stop and even his walking stick fell to the ground.

"What is the method to make all the villagers immortal?" Jin Chan asked.

The old village chief glanced away, as if he was deliberately avoiding Jin Chan's sight. His face twitched constantly and he stammered, unable to say anything for a long time.

Something is wrong!
Jin Chan was stunned!
He was all too familiar with the expression on the old man's face.

In the bedroom of Yinglou, those young eunuchs placed by Zhao Ji all behaved like this when they lied and concealed their identities.

Is there some other unknown truth behind this matter of allowing everyone to live forever?
"What are you hiding, old man?"

Seeing the golden cicada approaching step by step, the old village chief was so scared that he stepped back again and again.

His trembling legs kept shaking and his wrinkled face trembled.

Even saliva flowed down the corners of his dry mouth.

"Son, save me, someone wants to kill your father!"

Just when he was one step away from him, the old village chief shouted in his hoarse voice.

suddenly.

Squeak～～Squeak～～

Behind Jin Chan, there came a sound similar to the friction between bones.

A chill ran straight to the back of my head.

Looking back.

I saw the corpse that was originally lying on the ground suddenly stood up straight.

The white eyeballs seemed to have no pupils, and the head twisted slightly, causing the stiff spine to make a creepy sound.

Because a piece of his head was bitten off by a wild beast.

The brain marrow, which had turned black and paste-like, slowly flowed down the pale cheek.

"Son, this kid is the golden cicada, the divine meat."

At this moment, the fear on the village chief's face was gone, and he looked a little crazy instead.

Faced with his son who looked like a zombie, he actually pounced on him and hugged his arm which was covered in rotten flesh and pus.

Seeing such a scene, Jin Chan did not dare to be careless.

He tried hard to overcome the fear in his heart and then tightly grasped the leather bag full of fireflies in his hand.

If the situation gets out of control, just spill it out.

Click~click~
The body of the village chief's son was seen with his mouth open from time to time.

It didn't stop until its lower jaw reached its chest and its upper jaw reached the ceiling.

The mouth, as black as ink, was facing the cicada in front.

Followed by.

A hissing sound.

In an instant, a thick white afterimage shot out from the corpse's mouth.

Jin Chan's entire right arm was instantly broken into two pieces.

It all happened so fast that there was no time to react.

"What the hell is this?"

Jin Chan's scalp felt numb. He tilted his neck and stared at the disgusting thing in front of him, thinking to himself.

I saw a ten-meter-long, white tentacle that looked like fat and wriggling like fat meat coming out of the mouth of the village chief's son.

The arms and leather bag wrapped around the golden cicada looked like a giant python dancing and swaying in the room.

The surface is covered with a sticky liquid like snot, which emits a foul odor.

The smell is ten times worse than the dry toilet in the village.

"Son, you can't eat this firefly bag!"

The old village chief quickly reminded.

The corpse seemed to understand what the other party said, and it moved its tentacles to throw the leather bag out.

Then it swallowed Jin Chan's arm into its stomach.

But he swallowed with a gulp.

The corpse's facial features, which were originally as calm as stagnant water, suddenly twisted together.

Hundreds of black holes appeared on the surface of the body again.

Foul black water flowed out of the hole and splashed onto the bluestone brick floor.

Tentacles, the same milky white as the one in the mouth, popped out of the black hole like tender sprouts from the ground in spring.

"Oh no, oh no, now is not the time to eat the cicada meat. This is really too much!"

The village chief was so anxious that he was jumping up and down, regretting that he had not stopped his eldest son.

(End of this chapter)