Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

A corner of the front yard.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Qin Huaili leaned against the tree, wishing he could vomit his bile.

My wife is gone...

Not only that, but what's even more unlucky is that, if I'm not mistaken, the culprit behind the disappearance is that ghostly thing in the house.

She is that monster!

And the missing person is probably...

They've got their eyes on me now!

But what's wrong with that face? It's exactly the same as Fang Ting's.

Is it a disguise, or does it mean it will change its appearance?

Will I become a widow?

He really wanted to disgust that thing, but saving his life was the priority right now.

Running away is probably too late; we're in an unfamiliar place, and we'll likely die a much worse death.

Revealing that she was the culprit is pointless, as we don't even know what that thing is. What if she escapes and things escalate to a point of no return, in which case we'll be the ones who suffer the most?

We must be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious!

Don't act impulsively!

...That's right!

My cheapskate father has lived here for a long time; he might know something.

Thinking of this, Qin Huaiyu quickly ran to the main room.

…………

Main room, side room

Wisps of smoke rose from a three-legged cauldron, filling the room with a rich medicinal aroma.

Qin Hai, dressed in a brocade robe, stared intently into the furnace with his narrow eyes on his square face.

"It's done. After refining for another three or four hours, the fusion pill will be complete. Only the last two ingredients are needed!"

Qin Hai was very excited just thinking about it, and his face flushed slightly.

"Father, Father"

Just then, a hurried voice came from the main room.

Qin Hai frowned and strode out the door.

Just then, Qin Huaiyu also passed through the front hall.

Upon seeing the man, he disregarded all formalities and pulled the old man close.

"Something's happened!"

"How old are you? Why are you still so impulsive? Speak slowly."

about 15 minutes

After listening to Qin Huaiyu's story, the old man's forehead was already wrinkled into a pretzel shape.

Seeing his son's pale face, he didn't ask any more questions, but after thinking for a moment, he said:

"Don't worry, I've got you covered. You wait here while I get ready, then I'll take you to meet someone!"

"Who?"

"You'll see when you see it!"

After Qin Hai finished speaking, he went to the inner hall.

"What do you mean?" Qin Huaiyu asked, puzzled.

Not long

After Qin Hai came out, he took Qin Huaiyu straight to the west of the town.

Walk through the bustling market.

The two arrived at the entrance of a shop. It was a three-story platform. The paint on the two wooden pillars at the entrance had peeled off after years of weathering. Although the horizontal beam and plaque were old, the words were still legible.

"Bone Carving Shop"

"Isn't this Master Yang's shop?"

"It's him!"

After Qin Hai finished speaking, he walked inside.

Seeing this, Qin Huaiyu quickly followed.

It was afternoon, and the shops were bustling with activity. Yang Dashan was no exception, carefully carving a pale bone with a shaving knife in his hand.

Hearing the noise, he looked up.

"Oh, what a rare guest! What brings Master Qin and Young Master Qin to my humble shop?"

"Brother Dashan, you flatter me. I've run into some trouble and hope you can help me." Qin Hai said sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Yang Dashan narrowed his eyes, a crimson glint appearing in them, and said:

"Oh, judging from Young Master Qin's expression, he must have encountered something. But I don't need to do anything about it. Master Qin should already know that something is wrong."

"I know very little, and I hope you can enlighten me."

"Oh, tell me about it."

So Qin Huaiyu recounted what had happened again.

After listening, Yang Dashan glanced at Qin Hai and said:

"Why do you have to come to me about something so ordinary? This isn't how you do it if you want to be a good person."

What does that mean?

Does this kind of thing happen frequently?

Qin Huaiyu felt a chill run down his spine.

Qin Hai didn't say anything, but took out a brocade box from his pocket, opened it, and placed it on the table.

Inside was a dark, lumpy thing that looked like a living creature, wriggling incessantly, resembling a swarm of wriggling maggots, densely packed together, which was quite disgusting.

"Dark Spirit!"

Yang Dashan's eyes lit up. He quickly took the brocade box and said with a smile:

"Young Master Qin, what you encountered was actually quite ordinary. In this world of extreme nightmares, blood offerings are nothing special."

What? Blood sacrifices are nothing special...

Qin Huaiyu felt that his worldview had been completely overturned.

"Uncle Yang, what do you mean by the World of Extreme Nightmares? Why have I never heard anyone mention it before?"

"hehe"

Yang Dashan grinned and said:

"It's not your fault. This is something that ordinary people can't understand. In fact, the place we live in is a place that gods and ghosts hate, a nightmare as evil as the present world."

Here, nightmares abound, and greed, caution, and delusion run deep, naturally giving rise to new things.

For example, if you encounter it at home, if I'm not mistaken, it's a Nightmare Devourer.

It is actually a variant created by humans using blood and special secret techniques. Its target should be you. The reason it kills others is merely to prepare to devour you.

Nightmare Devourer... for me...

Qin Huaiyu was numb; his wonderful life was completely shattered.

"Why, even if the world is like this, you can't target me!"

"Because you are not an ordinary person, but a rare and precious being, the scent emanating from your body is simply too tempting."

As he spoke, Yang Dashan unconsciously licked his dry lips.

"Earthly body?"

"A body of calamity, a body that transcends the mortal realm, is something ordinary mortals dream of, especially one like yours that hasn't even awakened yet—you're practically a walking elixir of life!"

That would be like a sheep entering a pack of wolves!

Qin Huaiyu couldn't help but want to curse the heavens, but thinking of his situation, he quickly asked:

"Uncle Yang, is there no solution?"

"Of course there is."

Yang Dashan organized his thoughts and said:

"You possess a treasure without realizing it. You have a transcendent physique, a body for cultivation. There are secret masters in this world who possess methods and supernatural powers to deal with Nightmare Devourer."

"A cultivation body, a secret master?"

"That's right, they consume the power of nightmares to awaken their foundation and unlock the hidden treasures within their bodies."

"Once you become a Mystic Master, you will transcend worldly limitations, be able to cultivate secret arts, ignite divine fire, refine your inner world, break through the shackles of your body, and enjoy a long lifespan."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huaiyu seemed to have found a lifeline.

"Uncle Yang, is Nightmare Power born from the human body, or are there other ways to acquire it?"

Yang Dashan seemed to have seen through Qin Huaiyu's little scheme, and a playful smile appeared on his lips as he said:

"It's not necessary to consume blood. Nightmare power comes from heaven and earth. The Extreme Nightmare World is the source of nightmare power. Every blade of grass and every tree here, including the air, is filled with nightmare power. However, compared to some ordinary things, the nightmare power on people is the heaviest!"

After hearing this, Qin Huaiyu finally understood.

It turns out that this damned Nightmare World is a world corrupted by nightmare power, so it would be strange if it weren't evil, and humans, as the main body, are naturally the root cause.

That means the nightmare power affected people.

Then wouldn't I be...

...So be it, let's save our lives first!

As long as others are alive, there is always hope.

After much deliberation, he finally made up his mind and said:

"Uncle Yang, how should we fix it?"

"It requires scripture guidance, which is an extremely precious thing. Master Qin must have some in his collection over the years, right?"

Yang Dashan squinted at Qin Hai, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Brother Dashan, you flatter me. That is a secret artifact, how could a mortal like me possibly lay a finger on it!" Qin Hai said with a bitter face.

"That would be a shame!"

"Besides the strategist, is there any other way?" Qin Hai asked anxiously, seemingly very worried about the matter.

"It's not that there aren't any."

"What?"

Yang Dashan turned his head and carefully looked Qin Huaiyu up and down, saying:

"The Calamity Body is inherently powerful, and even if it hasn't been awakened yet, its potential power is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Once it is unleashed, it should be enough to deal with that Nightmare Devourer."

As he spoke, he took out the brocade box he had put away again.

"The Black Spirit is a naturally formed spiritual creature. It has the effect of cleansing the marrow and activating the blood and qi in the body, making it perfect for your current situation."

"............."

Qin Huaiyu's scalp immediately tingled.

"Uncle Yang, you mean... eat it?"

"What else?"

As Yang Dashan spoke, he picked up the bone-shaving knife and cut the Black Spirit in half. Black juice flowed out, and the maggots wriggled even more violently, intertwining and overlapping each other.

Qin Huaiyu frowned deeply; just looking at it made his stomach churn, and he felt waves of nausea.

Despite his physical discomfort, his keen sense of smell, honed through years of criminal investigation training, allowed him to detect a different scent.

The way that old guy looked at Hei Ling was like the eyes of a vicious wolf. Would he be so kind as to share his treasures with me?

While he was pondering, Yang Dashan chuckled and took out a porcelain bottle from under the table. He opened the lid, poured out a red pill, and placed it on the table.

"This pill is an extremely precious treasure that allows you to quickly absorb the Black Spirit and maximize your blood energy."

Bao Dan?

Qin Huaiyu's mind raced. He gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed the black spirit, slipping the pill between his fingers as he did so. He closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.

The next moment, a slippery, fishy, ​​and stimulating sensation intensely assaulted the taste buds.

He suppressed his nausea and swallowed it down without even chewing.

However, at the same time, a fist-sized, blood-red crystal core with strange patterns on its surface began to rotate in the dormant dantian.

As it rotates, a stream of flowing golden liquid slowly drips down.

This is?

Qin Huaiyu felt his strength increase suddenly, his heart pounded like a drum, and his mind seemed clearer than ever before.

He knew about the blood core in his body, but he didn't think it had any use. He just thought it was a strange thing growing there and even worried that he had contracted some strange disease.

But now it seems that's not the case. Could this be the so-called cheat code, the magic tool for cheating?

Is it energy conversion? Or is it some kind of spiritual practice?

"Just from the stimulation alone, his blood and energy are so vigorous; he truly deserves the title of 'Calamity Body'!"

Yang Dashan sensed the rising blood energy, the source of his power, and a blood-red light appeared in his eyes.

"Brother Dashan, is it done?"

As Qin Hai spoke, his eyes were fixed on his son.

"That's fine."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huaiyu opened his eyes and felt the surging power within his body. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally calmed down a little.

He said with a very sincere expression:

"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Yang."

"It was nothing, you're too kind," Yang Dashan said with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries and learning some specific details, the Qin father and son left the bone carving shop.

"What a kind person!"

Qin Huaiyu raised his hand and looked at it.

After watching the two leave, Yang Dashan took out the bone he had just carved.

Two huge, jet-black pupils, a high, straight nose, and a wide jawbone; the skeleton is very large. Upon closer inspection, it is clearly a human skull, only it has been depicted in a somewhat exaggerated manner.

"This beggar's body is truly lacking in Nightmare Power; this is the eighth one already. Fortunately, the marrow cleansing was successful, and now all that's missing is the Blood and Flesh Elixir, haha!"

As he spoke, he picked up a bone carving knife and began to carefully polish it.

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