Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 87: Spiritual Creatures and Strange Feelings, Drink and Peck

Chen Xu stared at the entry in front of him:

[The broken jade clothes of the cicada, the spiritual object is hidden in the darkness.]

Peel off the skin on the forehead of the pseudo-immortal-level cicada, and let it bathe in the purple air of the morning sun for three quarters of an hour. You can then pick up a pen and use the cicada skin as paper to write down your questions for divination.

Divination can be made once every ten days.

After boiling and melting it with the eight methods of spiritual stimulating, add auxiliary materials to make a medicinal soup. Taking it can give you a certain chance of obtaining the primary jade clothing supernatural power, which makes you immune to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and guns.

Note: The Eight Methods of Spiritual Refining can be learned. Broken jade clothes of pseudo-immortal level or above are only available for Spiritual Refining Apprentices and above.

Chen Xu was shocked for a moment by the content of the entry.

There was so much key information in the entry that he didn't know which one to focus on first.

[The skin on the forehead of the pseudo-immortal-level cicada is peeled off]. In the end, Chen Xu still read this sentence first.

What is the pseudo-fairy level?

Chen Xu thought of the many predecessors he had met. Some said that there were no immortals in the world, while others said that although there were immortals in the world, they were also born from mortal bodies and their lifespan was at most 1,800 years.

No, those who are numbered among the thousand and eight hundred are not living gods, they can only be said to be practitioners with high cultivation levels.

So, what exactly are immortals like?
What level is required to be called pseudo-fairy level or real fairy level?

Why did this piece of Lingchan Jade Clothes appear in the ghost market?

Looking at the four words "Spiritual objects are self-concealed", Chen Xu guessed that the reason this object appeared on a stall in the ghost market and was not collected and used by some important figures was probably because of its "self-concealment".

Therefore, what is now in front of him is a pseudo-fairy-level fragment whose purpose is unknown to anyone!

Chen Xu's heart was in turmoil, but his expression did not change at all.

He has encountered too many surprising things recently. If he didn't have a strong ability to control his facial expressions, he would be startled all day long and wouldn't know when he was hurt.

Chen Xu picked up two items in front of this stall, one was the broken Lingchan Jade Clothes, and the other was a rusty red dagger.

This knife actually has a food entry:

[Ghost Blood Knife, a knife made from three sacrifices of evil ghosts and murderous demons. When you use this knife to kill someone, the knife will drink the blood, and the person who is hit will get an evil wind disease.

Boil it in water and add other ingredients to make a soul-soothing soup, which can calm the spirits of evil spirits.

What a great knife!

There are indeed great things at the ghost market stalls, it just depends on whether you can choose them or whether you can afford them.

The ghost stall owner behind the stall was particularly short, with a low and slightly childish voice.

"The clay ball can't buy my knife, but I want a good poem from you."

Chen Xu said: "Good poetry is not always possible, and if you force yourself to write it, it will not be a good poem."

The short ghost stall owner said stubbornly, "How about you listen to my story? Maybe you'll be able to write it down after you hear it."

“So what if I still can’t write it?”

"I can't write it... Let's talk about it later if you can't write it." The ghost's tone was a little aggrieved, and he added, "If you can't write it now, maybe you can write it in the future.

If one day you can write it down, please come find me or burn the poem for me.

Burn it for me, that's fine too."

The last sentence, the voice gradually lowered.

Chen Xu listened to this and couldn't help but blurt out, "From what you said, I can tell there must have been a lot of suffering in your story.

If you tell me, I will listen carefully."

At least he was willing to listen carefully. The ghost stall owner immediately cheered up and said, "I, I don't know if it can be considered hardship."

He began to tell his story.

"My father was originally a poor scholar, and my mother was the daughter of a wealthy merchant."

The ghost stall owner's first words were meant to grab the attention of others.

The poor scholar and the rich businessman's daughter, just these two identities seem to be enough to make people immediately imagine tens of thousands of words of love, hatred and vengeance in their minds.

But Chen Xu obviously underestimated the typicality and cruelty of this story.

The first step of the story is that a rich businessman's daughter marries a poor scholar, which is a typical investment behavior.

Five years later, the wealthy merchant's daughter gave birth to her first son, and the poor scholar passed the imperial examination. Both families were thriving, and this investment looked promising.

Therefore, as the son of a juren, the ghost stall owner had a good life of luxury for several years when he was a child.

Five years later, the candidate took part in the imperial examinations many times, but still failed to pass the examination.

He was unwilling to give up, and begged the Yue family to make a big bet and sell all their assets to support him to take the next step.

The Yue family refused.

The following year, Yue Jia was killed by bandits while doing business outside.

The ghost stall owner said: "Only three days after my grandfather passed away, my eldest uncle caught a cold due to excessive grief and died. My youngest uncle accidentally fell and drowned while mourning my grandfather by the river.

My mother was also bedridden at that time. She called me to her side and said that she was afraid she might not make it.

She gave me a strange little stone, saying it was a talisman she had asked for me, and told me to carry it with me at all times.

He told me to always keep a low profile and be humble at home, not to contradict my father, and not to conflict with his concubines and illegitimate sons.

If you have a stepmother, you must be respectful to her.

I...I was confused at the time. My father didn't have a concubine, so where did the concubine's son come from? "

At this point, the ghost stall owner's tone became noticeably depressed: "Father really didn't have a concubine at the time. He said he wanted to remain faithful to my mother and didn't take a step-wife.

But the next year, he took a concubine, saying it was to take care of me.

My aunt did take good care of me at first. She was very gentle and treated me with care and consideration.

I even used to sincerely respect my aunt as an elder. Then, one day, my aunt told me that she was pregnant.

She asked me if I would like the little boy in her belly, and I said I definitely would.

My aunt persuaded me to drink a bowl of soup. It was very sweet, almost cloying. I was afraid she would suspect I didn't like my brother, so I drank it all, even though I didn't like the soup.

Then, I woke up and found myself turned into a sheep..."

When the ghost stall owner said this, his voice suddenly paused.

The story suddenly became thrilling.

Sure enough, the child in the story was turned into a sheep by his aunt using animal-making drugs!

He was sold to a butcher in the market, who killed the sheep with a sharp knife.

The sheep was bought again and cooked in the pot.

The ghost stall owner laughed and said, "When I turned into a sheep, I heard a fat-faced old woman tell my aunt that if you take her medicine, you will turn into a sheep.

People who have turned into sheep, when they were slaughtered and eaten as sheep, will just think of it as a real sheep being eaten.

From now on, even if he turns into a ghost, he will not have a human form.

No, it can't even be a ghost, because when ordinary animals die, their true spirits will dissipate immediately.

I didn't actually feel any pain when I died. The butcher just cut me with one blow and I was completely dead.

But my true spirit did not dissipate. I turned into a ghost, a fierce ghost, a resentful ghost.

I was so angry that I grabbed the butcher's knife and rushed back home with a rage. I killed my father, my aunt...kill them all, kill them all!

The shadow's short body began to float slowly above the stall, and his originally calm tone began to become frantic at some point.

"I killed them, I killed people, I even killed my own family!

But I still can't accept it. I can't accept it because I couldn't kill that old woman and I can't find her.

I still want to kill, kill, kill...ah!"

Just as he was about to fly out of the stall, suddenly, there seemed to be an invisible barrier above the stall that suddenly released a flash of lightning.

The shadow stall owner screamed in pain, was knocked down and fell back to the back of the stall.

Even greater pain came from the depths of his soul, and the shadow stall owner struggled and wailed.

Just when he thought that this pain would continue for several days like before, he suddenly heard the voice beside the stall say, "I have killed the evil demon who cast the animal-making technique before."

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