With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 86 The Blood Mother's Bowl, the Human Demon Reappears
He then quickly chanted some unknown incantation, and the mist gradually dissipated and was returned to the bowl.

He took a few deep breaths and suddenly felt slightly unwell.

"This Blood Mother's Bowl is indeed a fine magical artifact; it was worth the great price I paid."

This magical artifact was the most crucial part of his plan.

With a thought, the Hu brothers slowly stepped forward, took the Blood Mother's Bowl, wrapped it up, and put it into their schoolbags.

"The third-grade demonic artifact, the Blood Mother's Bowl, once activated, requires not only the physical attributes of a martial artist but also the protection of true qi to withstand attacks."

In addition, its blood mist can spread for ten miles, taking away all life, while also bringing back the aura of the dead.

"Then use the Soul-Locking Incense Array to trap the entire school, preventing the fear overflowing from the dying from dissipating."

The Blood Mother's Bowl then sealed it back and gave it to me to absorb. Perfect, absolutely perfect!

Yuan Huan thought he might be a genius in the demonic path, since he could come up with such a bizarre combination of ideas.

Thirty minutes later, under the bridge on the banks of the Wei River.

When the appointed time arrived, Yuan Huan, dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask resembling a smiling V, stood waiting.

A short while later, a jeep slowly drove up and came to a steady stop in front of Yuan Huan.

The car was parked too close, and the dust kicked up by the wheels blew on him, making Yuan Huan slightly impatient.

The car door opened, and six agile men dressed in casual clothes filed out.

The team leader, Black Hawk, strode forward and extended his hand to shake hands with Yuan Huan.

Yuan Huan remained motionless, showing no intention of reaching out.

Black Hawk's hand, which was hovering in mid-air, trembled slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed.

As the employer, he withdrew his hand, frowned slightly, but did nothing.

Looking up at the mask on Yuan Huan's face, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Sir, are you perhaps a member of the Parasite Society?"

Yuan remained silent.

"We've heard about the Parasite Society's methods. If they're so powerful, why are they targeting us?"

Yuan Huan's black robe fluttered without wind, and the shadow of the demonic ape suddenly appeared behind him.

As it grew larger, its shadow gradually covered the entire area under the bridge.

The demonic ape was five meters tall, looking down at the black eagle.

Yuan Huan changed his voice, speaking in a slightly hoarse tone:

Do you know who you're talking to?

Upon seeing this, the other members of the Blackwater Squad trembled and stood rooted to the spot, not daring to make the slightest move.

They never expected that their employer would be the second-largest martial arts master.

Even their captain, Black Hawk, was only at the ninth level of Qi and Blood.

I really can't understand what use they are, that they can serve a martial arts master.

"Your Excellency, we are sorry. We were blind to your greatness. Please feel free to tell us what you need."

"That's more like it."

Yuan Huan handed the Incense Locking Bewitching Array, which emitted an eerie arc of light, to the other party and explained the key points of the mission.

"Set up this formation in a moment."

Black Hawk was shocked by Yuan Huan's words; he even considered requesting to abandon the mission.

But looking at the other party's terrifying and eerie back, coupled with the immense sense of oppression coming towards them.

He had no choice but to reach out and take the formation, as if he had grasped a hot potato.

"Holy crap!"

Watching Yuan Huan's departing figure, Black Hawk thought that the other party might have gone mad from practicing demonic arts.
Police station family quarters.

On the rooftop, Meng Chuan inhaled the last wisp of purple energy of the morning, stood up, and finished his practice.

The purple aura lingered around the internal organs for a while, nourishing them, and gradually integrated into every cell of the body, becoming a solid part of the internal structure.

When Meng Chuan opened his eyes, he noticed a small but noticeable force slowly forming a membrane that protected his internal organs, indicating significant progress in his internal cultivation of the Armor-Piercing Technique.

After morning classes ended, Meng Chuan glanced at his phone and realized he was almost late, so he rushed to school.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the martial arts arena, I heard Liang Weilong's roar from the ring:

"How can you be so stupid? Weren't you training at the martial arts gym last week? Were you training with your butt?"

"I bet you two brothers tried to slack off last week and went on vacation!"

Liang Weilong's face was full of anger, and his finger almost poked Hu Jiarui's face.

Hu Jiarui kept his hands pressed tightly against the seams of his pants, head down, silent, seemingly lost in thought.

"These two brothers are back from special training?"

Meng Chuan glanced at it curiously, then walked straight to the wooden figure in the corner.

"Let's not ask Teacher Liang to arrange the match for now. Let's wait until Teacher Chen Tie arrives this afternoon."

Liang Weilong is also teaching other students; we can't just focus on him alone.

After a few simple stretches, I started practicing boxing.

His movements were concise and powerful, displaying the long fist and short strike techniques of the Luo family's Bajiquan style with every raise of his hand.

They bombarded the wooden stakes in front of them in turn, each movement containing immense power.

Ten minutes later, the entire wooden stake was riddled with holes, and the iron core encased inside was exposed at the corners.

Meng Chuan remained completely absorbed in the world of boxing, and his proficiency in the art improved slightly.

After practicing for an unknown amount of time, Meng Chuan felt a surge of qi and blood.

As his strength began to wane, he finally stopped what he was doing.

"Luo's Eight Extremes has made further progress and is getting closer and closer to mastery."

Looking at the wooden stake in front of him again, amidst the flying sawdust, it almost turned into a smooth iron rod.

He walked to the side, drank some water, and rested for a while.

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Hu brothers sitting motionless in a corner of the martial arts arena, as if they were in a daze.

Meng Chuan's heart stirred, and an idea suddenly came to mind.

This morning, I made further progress in my armor-wearing, so it's a good opportunity to test my skills.

Meng Chuan put down the kettle and walked towards the two of them.

He patted Hu Jiarui on the shoulder and said with a faint smile:

"Don't be discouraged. It's nothing if the teacher scolds you a bit. You two, come and lend a hand and see how my newly learned external martial arts are." Hearing the voice, Hu Jiarui slowly turned his head to look at Meng Chuan.

"it is good."

His eyes were fixed on Meng Chuan, empty and unfocused, devoid of their usual liveliness.

Their eyes met, and in an instant!

Meng Chuan felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
"Is Wang Xudong possessing him?"

A terrifying thought suddenly exploded in his mind.

Meng Chuan subconsciously took a step back, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them.

He discovered that his older brother, Hu Jiaxiang, was just like him, with an indescribable eeriness beneath his dull exterior.

From the outside, the two brothers were just a little quiet.

The students around them continued their boxing training as usual, completely unaware of the brothers' unusual behavior.

But Meng Chuan's mind was as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. As a participant in the human-demon incident, how could he not see it?

Lifeless eyes, wooden answers, and most importantly...
Only when you get close can you smell that exact same scent as that of Wang Xudong, the "Human Demon," on that rainy night!

His heart was pounding, but he kept a straight face, showing no sign of distress.

The Hu brothers had already gotten up:
"Let's go, Meng Chuan. Didn't you want to lend a hand?"

Meng Chuan's mind raced:
"You always call me 'brother', but now you won't even call me 'brother'?"

Then he said:

"It's not easy for me to deal with the two of you brothers coming at me together. Let me warm up and get ready first."

Hu Jiaxiang simply replied blankly:

"Ok."

The two brothers then sat down and waited.

Upon seeing this scene, Meng Chuan's heart sank to the bottom.

Faced with such an obvious "flaw," the two of them didn't react at all.

He became increasingly certain that something was wrong.

"The Hu brothers know very well that with my strength, if I really want to take action..."
"Beating those two was a piece of cake, no warm-up needed."

Walking to the side, Meng Chuan pretended to stretch his body a few times, picked up the water bottle and took a few sips.

"I'm going to the restroom first, wait for me."

His voice remained calm as usual, without revealing the slightest flaw.

Once out of their sight, Meng Chuan immediately slipped behind the door and peered at the Hu brothers.

Without further hesitation, he immediately took out his phone and dialed Sergeant Lung Kau's number.

After the call connected, he lowered his voice and said:
[This is Meng Chuan, Inspector Long. Let's get straight to the point; it's urgent.]

Sensing Meng Chuan's attitude, Long Jiu responded in a deep voice on the other end of the phone.

Right now, I'm inside the martial arts arena at Ping'an Middle School. My classmates, the Hu brothers, seem to be being controlled. Their current reactions are very similar to those of a demon.

Long Jiu's expression tightened on the other end of the phone, his tone serious and steady:
[Stay calm and don't alert them. I'll dispatch men to Ping'an Middle School immediately.]

Can the situation be brought under control?

There are currently no abnormalities at the scene; I will do my best.

Chief Inspector Long paused for a moment, guessing in his mind:

"Fang Jianxing is back? Impossible, with his injuries, is he coming back to die?"

"It seems that the 'Master of Humans and Demons' is probably someone else."

He continued:
Do not tell anyone, keep this strictly confidential. The police station at your school will contact you.

[Since you are unsure of your surroundings and whether you have accomplices, your safety must be your top priority until we arrive.]

[Understood, Chief Long.]

Long Jiu, remembering that they were currently at school, added:
[Meng Chuan, if these two suddenly become unwell, act accordingly and do your best to ensure the safety of the teachers and students. I'll be there shortly.]

【clear. 】

After hanging up the phone, Meng Chuan took a deep breath and prepared to go out to deal with the two men while waiting for Chief Inspector Long to arrive.

Looking up, I was surprised to see the two Hu brothers walking straight towards the toilet in the distance.

Without the slightest hesitation, Meng Chuan swiftly opened the cubicle door, locked it, and hid inside.

He held his breath, his muscles tense, like a cheetah poised to pounce, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

With a creak, Meng Chuan heard the toilet door slowly open.

Footsteps ticked.

"Crunch"

The door to the stall next to me was pulled open with a sharp and piercing sound.

Then, Meng Chuan could no longer hear any sound, and everything came to an abrupt end.

Meng Chuan pressed himself against the side wall of the pit, held his breath, and after a short while...

A faint rustling sound came from the next cubicle, like clothes rubbing together or something being turned over.

The slight noise sounded particularly jarring in the quiet toilet.

Followed by.

He heard a low, indistinct murmur coming from next door.

The sound seemed to be squeezed out of the throat, with an eerie tone.

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Then take a deep breath to adjust your breathing, tensing your muscles and exerting force.

"We can't wait any longer. Every second we delay increases the danger."

Without the slightest hesitation, Meng Chuan drew his bow, gathered his strength, and suddenly threw a punch.

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted instantly, sending wood chips flying from the wall panels and causing the bricks and stones on the side to crumble.

Immediately afterward, his figure flashed like a black lightning bolt, stepping into the large hole he had blasted out.

Before the dust had settled, Meng Chuan's gaze instantly locked onto the two of them.

A faint smell of blood wafted into their nostrils. The Hu brothers stared blankly at the bowl-shaped object in their hands.
(End of this chapter)