Mythology

Chapter 206 We Are All Adults

baby?

Deng Chanyu got goosebumps and a chill ran through her heart.

How could there be a baby crying in such a haunted place full of evil spirits?

Her spiritual sense could sense that there was indeed a faint yang energy in the room, which was only emitted by a newborn baby. Moreover, the yang energy was slightly weak, indicating that the baby was congenitally weak.

Deng Chanyu took several steps back, subconsciously trying to get away, but when she turned around, she found that there were more than a dozen ghost shadows on the street not far away.

The ghost's limbs were tied with iron chains, and there was also a chain around his neck extending four or five meters.

The other end of the chain was tied to a head, with ferocious facial features crowded together. After seeing Deng Chanyu, they all crowded into the alley.

"General Deng! Save us!!"

"General Deng!!"

Deng Chanyu recognized that the chained ghosts were all soldiers belonging to the Deng family.

"The Great Shang Dynasty...is beyond redemption. Shen Gongbao is indeed out to kill the Deng family."

She bit her lip lightly, realizing that after the 50,000 troops led by Deng Jiugong were wiped out, this ghost realm would completely turn into a hell on earth.

The chained ghost pulled his head and said hysterically, "Deng Chanyu, why don't you die? Come out! Come out and die!!"

Deng Chanyu held her breath, just wanting to figure out what was going on inside the house.

If it is a cultivator who has also mistakenly entered the ghost realm of Xiqi, there may be a glimmer of hope for survival. I must tell Deng Jiugong the truth.

Deng Chanyu knew that Huang Feihu had secretly looked for Deng Jiugong.

The Great Shang has deviated from its original intention. Not only Huang Feihu, but even the Li family of Chentangguan has become disloyal. As long as Xiqi can withstand this encirclement and suppression, they will choose to surrender to King Xibo.

"The baby's crying may be a sign of practicing some kind of supernatural power."

Deng Chanyu looked cautiously through the crack in the window.

What I saw was a horrifying scene; what caught my eye was a dried corpse.

The mummy remained in a cross-legged position, its emaciated body without a single ounce of flesh, its skin tightly attached to its bones, a strange gray-black color.

"Corpse...Corpse Taoist."

Deng Chanyu recognized the identity of the mummy at a glance.

Deng Jiugong once mentioned that there were several third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect who supported Xiqi, and Corpse Taoist was one of them, a corpse-transmigrating immortal.

Deng Chanyu had heard of it as early as ten years ago.

This person's immortal body was blessed by the saint Nuwa and is almost immortal. Even if his body is torn into pieces, it can still be restored to its original state. He is destined to become an immortal in the future.

Who could have thought that the corpse Taoist had actually died.

Deng Chanyu's hope of escaping Xiqi's ghost realm was shattered, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "It seems that the cause of his death... seems to be the destruction of both his body and soul?"

"wrong!!!"

Deng Chanyu's pretty face turned pale as she noticed that Yang He's body had been hollowed out.

The mummy's head drooped, its empty eye sockets staring straight at the corner, and a wriggling ball of flesh kept making the cry of a baby.

The meat ball is exactly a tripod, and because of the corpse refining, it is covered with a layer of flesh and blood tissue.

Deng Chanyu judged from the bloodstains on the ground that the corpse Taoist’s internal organs were most likely swallowed by the meat mass. What on earth was growing inside?
Whoa whoa whoa.

She covered her ears, an inexplicable feeling of nausea coming over her.

"Evil, absolutely evil!"

"I can't stay here. Once the evil is born, I'm afraid I will die!"

Deng Chanyu gritted her teeth and turned away, but before long, the deafening whispers of the four generals of the Mo family echoed in the city.

"Zi time, courage is born; Chou time, liver blood is stored; Yin time, lung qi is clear; Mao time, large intestine is busy; Chen time, stomach is full of food; Si time, spleen is strong..."

She looked up at the sky, and then felt a sharp pain in her chest.

The pericardium disappeared little by little.

puff.

Deng Chanyu vomited blood, realizing that an organ would be deprived every hour. Although the pericardium is just the flesh and blood that wraps the heart, it is easy for external evil to enter the body without the heart treasure.

The yang fire was affected and became dim, and the breath of living people immediately attracted evil spirits.

There was a rustling sound.

Deng Chanyu quickly looked back and saw that the chain ghost had already thrown its head out, and dozens of ghost heads were flying towards her with their jaws wide open.

She knew she had no choice, so she gritted her teeth, pushed the door open and stepped into the mud house where the mummy lay.

The ghost banged his head against the door frame, still calling Deng Chanyu's name.

Deng Chanyu fell down at a loss, with some pericardium still remaining in her body. The taboos of Xiqi Ghost Realm did not seem to affect Tuwu.

"I... I'm afraid I will definitely die. Even the corpse Taoists can't escape, let alone me, a casual cultivator who has just entered the fetal transformation stage."

"But the corpse Taoist may have a talisman that can contact the outside world. Even if I die, I can't let all the soldiers of the Deng family be buried with me."

Deng Chanyu walked quickly towards the mummy, her eyes fixed on the tripod. A closer look revealed the unusual evil inside the tripod.

As soon as she put her hand into the corpse's chest, the crying intensified without warning.

suddenly.

The flesh and blood on the surface of the tripod slowly cracked, and a strong fishy smell hit the face.

Deng Chanyu drew out her sword, only to hear the crying getting more intense, and dense blood vessels and meridians extending from the tripod.

Unexpectedly, what was born was neither an evil spirit nor a baby.

It is a shrine of flesh and blood, or a Taoist temple of flesh and blood.

"how come……"

Deng Chanyu's face was full of disbelief. The flesh and blood shrine exuded a faint yang energy, and the sound of a heartbeat could be faintly heard.

It is obvious that the Flesh Shrine is a living creature, a creature even more bizarre than the evil spirit.

Whoosh.

A flash of inspiration came to me.

The dried corpse, which was clearly lifeless, suddenly began to burn with yang fire, its pupils opened and focused, and a hint of blood appeared on its skin.

Yang He regained consciousness, opened his mouth and vomited out a flood of eyeworms. The surroundings were full of pupils of all sizes. The chained ghost outside the house was too late to escape, and the eyeworms instantly drilled into its body.

"Are you... a human or a ghost?!!"

Deng Chanyu watched as a ghost hand emerged from Yang He’s back.

Then twenty or thirty corpses of chained ghosts were dragged into the house.

Yang He glanced at Deng Chanyu and said, "Take your hand away first."

Deng Chanyu finally reacted and quickly pulled her right hand out from Yang He's chest. Purple corpse spots had already appeared on the surface of her skin.

Click.

Yang He's spine was broken, and Deng Chanyu hurriedly tried to straighten it.

As a result, there was a series of cracking sounds in the ribs.

"Are you Deng Chanyu? Don't worry about me. It's just a minor injury that drains my body."

Yang He looked Deng Chanyu up and down. Her appearance was not stunningly beautiful, but she was a pretty girl from a small family. It was hard to imagine them as a couple with Tuxingsun.

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen teeth fell out of his mouth.

Deng Chanyu's hair stood on end. What did she mean by a withered physical body? It was obvious that she was already at the end of her life. She was probably relying on her immortal body to stay alive.

I heard that the three generations of disciples of the Chan sect are all a bunch of weirdos.

Really good.

Deng Chanyu organized her words for a moment, "Master Corpse, Shen Gongbao asked our Deng family to attack Xiqi and die. Can you contact…"

Yang He made a gesture to keep quiet, then closed his eyes and stared at the shrine of flesh and blood.

The reason why his body was withered was because the Flesh and Blood Shrine was absorbing his vitality and required a large amount of Yang Fire at all times.

"Does it count as a successful refining?"

"It should be counted."

According to the records of the Great Corpse Creator's incarnation, a corpse is considered successful only if it has lived for ten years.

The flesh and blood shrine refined by Yang He could not even survive on its own. It kept transmitting the subconscious feeling of hunger, but was unable to eat on its own.

With a thought, he threw all the corpses of the chained ghosts in front of the door of the flesh and blood shrine.

The door is open.

The bodies fell into the flesh shrine one after another.

Deng Chanyu broke out in a cold sweat as she saw two rows of sharp teeth growing out of the door, and then biting the evil corpse slowly and carefully.

This...corpse Taoist is too evil. Can the Deng family really cooperate with him?

"Unfortunately, the digestion process of the corpse is very slow."

Yang He muttered a few words, and Deng Chanyu was so scared that she thought he was going to use her blood for a sacrifice. She hid in the corner in fear, not daring to make a sound.

"Deng Chanyu, do you have any elixirs?"

"There are...a few."

Yang He snatched the pill and threw it into the tripod along with the corpse. He refined it into elixir water and then fed it to the flesh and blood shrine. The baby's crying turned into humming.

The volume of the Flesh and Blood Shrine began to increase, and the aura it emitted gradually reached the post-natal realm.

"It's really good."

Yang He was also able to receive some feedback, as his bones were mostly healed. However, as long as he was within the range of Xiqi Ghost Domain, it would probably take another ten days to half a month for his twelve organs to grow back.

"That's fine. The Third Prince's strength won't have much of an impact."

He turned around and asked, "Deng Chanyu, do you mean to surrender to us in Xiqi?"

"Corpse Taoist, you..."

"Deng Chanyu, as long as you have any way out, I will negotiate terms with you."

Yang He ignored Deng Chanyu, secretly used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the seal, and quickly let Nezha convey the situation to Jiang Ziya.

"Now Shen Gongbao probably hopes that you can die. If nothing unexpected happens, the Shang Dynasty's ghost soldiers will soon be stationed here."

Deng Chanyu leaned weakly against the wall, not knowing what to say for a long time.

She knew that Deng Jiugong would definitely agree, but after surrendering to Xiqi, who could guarantee that Xiqi would not abandon the Deng family?

Maybe Deng Jiugong would choose... marriage?
Deng Chanyu looked at Yang He, who was concentrating on fiddling with the flesh and blood shrine.

From time to time he let out some strange laughs.

Deng Chanyu shuddered and dared not imagine the person she would marry. The three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect were probably all inhuman monsters.

Why can the corpse Taoist receive the blessing of Nuwa?

"Deng Chanyu."

"Corpse Taoist, if you have something to say, just say it."

Yang He forced out a smile, which looked extremely ferocious in the dim candlelight, "Deng Chanyu, why don't you do me a small favor."

“You…what do you want to do!!”

Yang He was itching to die once and try to refresh his character. He had to try out the magic of the Flesh and Blood Shrine himself.

However, we need to prepare at least a few more evil corpses.

"Deng Chanyu, don't you realize that you are in Xiqi Ghostland and it is very easy to attract the attention of evil spirits?"

"Corpse Taoist, what do you mean?"

"Just call me Yang He."

puff.

Two arms emerged from Yang He's back, and before Deng Chanyu could react, her body was entangled by the ghost hands.

"Haha, since you can surrender to Xiqi in advance, you don't have to marry Tuxingsun. Cherish the experience of earth escape right now."

Deng Chanyu frowned, and before she could draw the sword at her waist, she felt a sense of weightlessness.

next moment.

She was already moving through the soil.

(End of this chapter)