Mythology

Chapter 81 Pretending to be Dirty [Heart]

Early the next morning.

As the main hall door opens, you can see a layer of blood stains on the ground and walls.

The tragic scene last night can be imagined, and the soldiers could not help but feel horrified, but fortunately the statue of the boy has been gathered as desired, and the main hall can be closed until March 15th.

Not only Huang Feihu was present outside the hall, but there were also three other generals following him.

The soldiers had already started cleaning up the main hall, and then one of them hurriedly came to report, "General, there's something strange about the corpse in the hall."

Huang Feihu frowned slightly, but did not move.

Zhou Ji asked in a deep voice: "Are there too many corpses? Let's deal with them as soon as possible. Once the corpses turn into corpses, it will inevitably disturb the goddess Nuwa."

The soldier swallowed his saliva and said, "Sir Zhou, there are only two or three bodies, but..."

"But one of the bodies seemed to be still alive. I could hear the snoring coming from it."

Zhou Ji hurried into the palace, followed by Huang Ming and Long Huan, who were also Huang Feihu's family generals. The two had just returned to Chaoge after escorting the princes.

Huang Feihu took a few steps and looked at a corner outside the hall with a puzzled look.

"I guess I'm not mistaken. Isn't the raw pile a little weak?"

The main hall was filled with the stench of corpses. Huang Ming was already signaling the soldiers to seal the windows again, and Long Huan was holding a few talismans ready to release at any time.

Huang Feihu took a look and saw a corpse covered with red hair lying motionless.

Zhou Ji has also recognized the body.

Longhuan was so frightened that his face turned pale. He stuck the talisman on the red-haired corpse's forehead. In an instant, his bloodshot eyes suddenly opened.

Roar! ! !
The red-haired corpse roared towards the sky, and Longhuan retreated several steps and almost fell to the ground.

"You monster, how dare you!"

He drew out his sword, sharpened it with the blood in his palm, and walked away quickly.

"Dragon Ring, the corpse is not evil!"

Zhou Ji stopped Long Huan, who stared with wide eyes as he saw the red hair sink into the flesh, the sharp fangs disappear, and the characteristics of corpse transformation disappear in an instant.

Yang He started coughing violently, with blood and flesh fragments pouring out of his mouth and nose.

Zhou Ji asked hesitantly, "Master Yang, how could you die...sleeping in the main hall?"

"Just happened to have nothing to do after waking up."

Long Huan and the other man felt their scalps tingling. Yang Heyang's fire was almost extinguished, and his organs were damaged, but he was not dead.

Who is this person who was able to survive safely in the main hall for a night?
"It's just a minor injury. Since the main hall is fine, I'll go back and rest."

Yang He spoke vaguely and couldn't help spitting out some blood. The price he paid for opening his ghost body's eyes was greater than he had imagined.

He only has two or three years left to live. If it were someone else, his entire body would probably be destroyed.

Yang He felt fortunate instead. Two or three years of life was more than enough to make it to the festival, and the Living Buddha also had the opportunity to become a permanent character.

He staggered out of the main hall and greeted Huang Feihu outside.

Huang Feihu did not stop him. Yang He's current condition seemed like he would die at any time, so he allowed him to go to the place where the coffin was originally buried.

Yang He took out the Pure Yin Coffin, pinched his neck with his ghost hand and sank into the ground.

After a while, he was already in the coffin recuperating from his injuries, surrounded by piles of living things.

Long Huan and the other person could clearly feel the power of the Shengzhuang formation increasing.

"Zhou Ji, who... is he?"

"The true teaching of Qianyuan Mountain, learned from Taiyi Immortal Venerable, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals."

Zhou Ji added jokingly, "A natural immortal body, a natural immortal seed, and he was able to come back to life with only half of his head left."

The two were silent. It was clear that their aptitude to become immortals was extraordinary.

.........

After taking the blood-activating pill, Yang He fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, five days had passed.

He still felt sore all over, and his three Yang Fires seemed to be sluggish. At the same time, the stagnation of Qi and blood caused by the exhaustion of his lifespan was difficult to improve. "Ha~~"

Yang Heyi stretched, and the black cat came over with an attentive look on his face.

After the black cat turned into a ghost, it no longer needed to consume food, but its body became fatter and its length began to exceed that of ordinary cats.

Only part of the fur has fallen off, so it is inevitable that the cat has the characteristics of a ghost corpse.

"The festival is still some time away, so let's make the Saint's disciples' hearts dirty first, just in case."

"Ah, it's so comfortable to lie in the coffin. Even if the 107 statues go out of control, they can't affect the underground."

The Nuwa Palace has been completed, with dozens of halls decorated magnificently. Every day, dignitaries come here to burn incense and pray for blessings.

"After the festival arrives, the momentum of Investiture of the Gods will also begin."

Yang He took out a stick of incense, lit it, and inserted it into the gap of the coffin, allowing the pupil ghost to smoke its own eyes.

After confirming that there were no omissions, the left and right halves of the saint's disciple's heart appeared in the palm of his hand. It seemed that because of the living Buddha's special physique, his internal organs were integrated into one, and spiritual light emerged inside and outside.

The exposed blood vessels and meridians appear crystal clear.

Yang He's eyes flashed with intoxication. The saint's disciple felt an inexplicable sense of the beauty of flesh and blood art. The only adjective he could find was...

perfect.

Yang He summoned the ghost body, but the ghost body was eager to devour the heart.

The subsequent blood transfusion went extremely smoothly, and soon the heart's breath became consistent, and then it was steadily sent into the ghost body, and the two were connected to each other.

The ghost body gradually became solid, and its liver and heart lit up.

Yang He's heart began beating like a drum. Although his life span was not restored, his yang fire became strong again and his blood became hotter.

Blood flowed from his nose and the black cat couldn't help licking it.

Meow~~

The black cat's corpse-like features gradually faded away, and its bald hair grew back, even darker, thicker and shinier than before.

Yang He's physical condition didn't improve much, but the feedback from the saint's disciple was definitely beyond ordinary.

The message in the saint's disciple's heart is "raw marrow". He was a little confused about its meaning before, but now he realizes that raw marrow is raw bones.

The spine of the ghost body took shape little by little, followed by the ribs.

Yang He touched the ghost's body and felt a bone-chilling chill. It was indeed a physical entity. After five times of dressing, the ghost's body should be able to take shape.

Then the skull was formed, and two humeri were connected to the stone arm and the ghost hand.

Amid the restless roars of hundreds of ghouls, the saint's disciple finished pretending to be dirty, and the skeleton of the upper body of the ghost was complete.

Yang He stared at the ghost's eyebrows and found that it was becoming more difficult to open his vertical eyes.

"It cannot be used at present. Only when you advance to the evil ghost realm can you get a glimpse of it."

Yang He retracted his ghost body. The black cat beside him had fallen into a deep sleep. He felt it necessary to go back to Qianyuan Mountain and upgrade the black cat to an evil ghost.

While thinking, he fell into a state of half-sleep again.

Only Tonggui was still smoking opium tirelessly. Resources were not lacking for the time being, and a thin layer of glass membrane had already been formed.

Time flies by like a flash.

The festive atmosphere in Chaoge became more and more intense. Before we knew it, it was already the fifteenth day, and there was a parade to welcome Nuwa almost every few days.

There are a large number of cushions placed outside the altar in the main hall, all prepared for the arrival of the saint.

Yang He had just stabilized his cultivation and was planning to come out on March 14th when he suddenly heard a knocking sound on the cover.

dong dong dong.

"Disciple~"

"Disciple, wake up~~"

"The festival is coming, and I will take you to see the true appearance of the saint."

(End of this chapter)