After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 52 52. Fox Fur
The accident rate in the menial service room at the Puppet Sect's Shadow Peak is actually not low.

But no formal disciple was willing to stand guard there at night.

First, it is dangerous, as you need to constantly fight against evil spirits, which is very noisy and consumes a lot of energy;
Secondly, it is unnecessary.

That is a place where people would abandon dogs, and even ghost cultivators would not bother to rob and kill them in the middle of the night.

The reason is very simple: what the ghost cultivators want is not dead people, but dead cultivators, especially dead great cultivators.

And this requires a stable and healthy growing sect.

The ghost cultivators are eager to protect the Puppet Sect’s talent reserve base, so how could they engage in killing?
However, despite this, accidents still often happen in the servants' room, and ghosts often knock the door open.

As for why the service room is set up in such a place, the reason is equally simple: it reduces the escape rate and lowers the cost of guarding.

You can't run away at night, and a lot of energy will be consumed because of night watch. In addition, leather working during the day will drain you dry. How can you have the energy to think about escaping?

Everyone has become accustomed to it.

Even nearly ten years ago, the incident in which Song Yan opened the door in the middle of the night and killed someone was left unresolved.

What's more, now?
The mountains here stretch for thousands of miles from north to south, with two mysterious veins swirling around, one at the Paper Man Peak, and the other in the evil sea of ​​the evil land that is as thick as red jade.

Since there are ghost cultivators, Chixia Ghost Master, and the Two-Faced Ghost Face in the Sea of ​​Evil, it is inevitable that ghosts will be rampant at night and accidents will happen occasionally.

So, no one cared about someone dying in the middle of the night.

Song Yan didn't care at first.

But after hearing the message from Queen Fu, he suddenly felt a strange sense of alertness in his heart.

Do not!
It's not alertness, but an inexplicable excitement and anticipation.

This even made him feel like he was about to fall in love, accompanied by the nervousness of fear of losing something.

"Since there are so many fox cubs, since the blood illusions of those fox cubs are extremely terrifying, and since monks are the best food for those fox cubs, then..."

"The offspring of the multi-tailed dragon fox should be a demon of high rank but not too powerful, right?"

"The easy acquisition of longevity" endowed Song Yan with great patience, a very steady style and strong execution ability.

He began to "stake out", running to the service room every few nights, hiding far away in the shadows of the trees in the bloody fog and letting go of his senses.

But nothing was found.

Ten days
Twenty days.
Winter was over and he still had nothing to show for it.

The light rain in early spring brought out the pink peaches and white apricots, making the mountains and fields colorful.

One day, something suddenly happened in the servants' room.

This time the incident was a "continuous door-breaking" incident.

During the whole night, three empty rooms in the servants' room were broken into at the same time. Four of the six people inside disappeared, and two were lying in a daze in the room.

The inner disciples in red from the main peak of Piying Peak came, and Song Yan, as the eldest senior brother from Nanzhu Peak, naturally went to accompany them.

The inner sect disciple didn't waste any time and directly captured the servants around the house where the accident occurred and began to search their souls. After the search, he came to the conclusion that "last night was the peak of bloody fog that was rarely seen in many years, and several powerful ghosts broke down the door", which was normal.

These words instantly resolved Song Yan's doubts from many years ago.

He still remembered that day when he was nervously making leather and nervously watched the inner disciples coming to investigate "the cause of death of Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu", but in the end... nothing happened.

Song Yan suddenly realized something and praised, "So that's how it is. Senior brother is very smart."

The inner sect disciple was very pleased with his sudden realization, and smiled as he looked at him and said, "I know you, the junior brother of Wen Shu and Jin Yuntian, the registered disciple of Master Shi, and the future Grand Master of Leather."

Song Yan scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Junior brother, you are so ignorant that you didn't even recognize me in person. I am so ashamed."

The two men exchanged a brief greeting, and the inner sect disciple wanted to kill the servants who had become demented due to the soul-searching. However, another disciple stepped forward and whispered a few words, so he only killed half of them and left with all of them.

This time, Song Yan also understood the role of "corpses" and "demented servants" in the Puppet Sect.

They are born as menial servants, and when they become demented they will be sent to the "Strange Poison Peak" for drug testing; and when they die they will be sent to the "Blood Corpse Peak" to be used by new disciples to practice making flesh and blood puppets, which is extremely evil and cruel.

Song Yan watched these inner sect disciples leave, sighed softly, and seeing the awed looks and cowering postures of the servants around him, he waved his hand and said, "Keep the door locked at night. There is a powder for refreshing in the market at the foot of the mountain. If you really can't do it, go buy a bottle! Don't be reluctant to spend contribution points. When people die, they will lose everything!"

He left a little irritated.

But he did not think that last night's "continuous scoring" incident was an accident.

Just as he knew that the one who "broke the door" that day was not a ghost, but him.

That night.

Song Yan was on duty.

Nothing happened.

Day 2. Day 3.

Still nothing.

Day four.
Song Yan still came patiently. He was not tired or suspicious because he had gained nothing in the past few days. He used the time others spent sleeping and practicing the furnace to stake out the spot.

He squatted in the long grass in the fishy mist, lowered his body and looked into the distance.

Looking back, another night has passed.

Time flies and another half a month has passed.

On this day, at midnight, the spring rain was hazy, mixed with the mountain wind and fishy fog, dancing wildly in the darkness.

The curtains of the suspended rooms were drawn early to block the view from outside, with only the occasional rotten skin and bones sticking to them, allowing a strange glimpse to be seen through the gaps.

Sheng Guochun is a hot-blooded male servant. He is also the one who successfully absorbed the skills from the "Mysterious Energy Guiding Technique" more than two months ago. Now he is full of expectations for the future. He often has a smile on his face, and even his eyes are filled with complacency. When making leather, he often holds his head high with a bit of disdain.

Living with him is a beautiful woman named Ahua.

Ah Hua, like Qiu Lianyue before her, hopes to leave this hellhole by becoming a "quasi-disciple".

Before, she had seen the official disciples coming to select people, and she had tried to dress herself up beautifully, but unfortunately, she was not chosen.

There was sadness and weakness on her face.

It's time to change shifts.

Ah Hua walked down the five-step staircase, while Sheng Guochun walked up.

When they crossed paths, Sheng Guochun smiled and raised his hand to wipe Ahua's body.

Ah Hua did not resist. She sat there weakly, allowing Sheng Guochun to do whatever he wanted.

"Sit up."

Ah Hua hugged him tightly.

The two of them faced each other.

Sheng Guochun's eyes widened in horror, his mouth opened wide, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

The one sitting on him and making love with him is not Ah Hua at all, it's clearly a fox!

The furry, pointed-mouthed fox looked at him with a strange grin and sharp teeth!
Sheng Guochun's Adam's apple rolled, fear burst out from the bottom of his heart, and a scream rose from his chest, but before it could be uttered, he died with a "squeak".
The fox turned its head and quickly bit him on the neck.

click
click
Bones to chew.

Gulp, gulp.
Hot blood drinking.

The fox demon enjoyed the food, and after a while, it would randomly kick open the door of a house, let the ghosts rush in, and drive the two servants crazy, then it would return to the house and quietly leave during the day. After a few days, it would secretly eat a lone servant, and then disguise itself as a servant and sneak back.

The fox demon ate happily and burped after finishing it. Then it climbed up the steps and stared outside. It pushed the door open and jumped out with its hind legs.

But as soon as it showed its head, it felt its neck suddenly tighten.

A giant hand stretched out from somewhere in the darkness, like a hunting python, and instantly bit its prey tightly.

click
Without any interruption, the crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.

The fox's head tilted and it fell down limply, its pupils bulging, still showing fear.

It hasn't seen anything yet.

The terrifying demon shadow carried the fox and jumped to the nearby woods in a few steps. Then he bent his body and scurried to a farther place. He first raised his hand to search the soul, then grabbed a skinning knife from the void and began to skin the fox.

Tomorrow, it will be just another incident of "the fishy fog gets heavier and ghosts banging on the door", nothing surprising.

In the early hours of the morning, Song Yan returned to the cave, soaked in rain.

The two girls did not wake up because Song Yan considerately let them smell the "Long Sleep Breeze" before leaving.

The less you know, the better you can live.

He was never stingy with kindness towards the people around him.

After a brief examination, the two women were found to be sleeping soundly.

He then took out the "Eternal Sleep Breeze" for them to smell, and then took out the "Fox Demon Skin" in the dark.

A gray fox, its ferocious head was long gone.

He took out a scraper and began to make leather. Then he took out the draft, closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking about the fox demon posture he had just observed. He put pen to paper as if possessed by god, and in a moment a lifelike fox demon appeared, as if it seemed to jump out of the paper.

He raised his hand, with mysterious energy surging between his five fingers. The steaming blood made his palm like an iron, quickly drying the demon's skin, making it translucent. He then skillfully pasted the skin on it, took out a carving knife and began to make the leather.

(End of this chapter)