Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

Li Tu led Li Mian back to the cave. As soon as they reached the entrance, Li Mian pulled up his trousers and called out to the people inside, "Little beauty, how are you?"

"Today is a rare day for us to have some fun."

Inside the cave was none other than Song Rui, the long-lost eldest daughter of the Song family. Her hands and feet were bound, her face was exhausted, her exquisite clothes were covered in dust, and she was extremely weak.

Upon seeing these two people, especially the short, fat man in front of him, he immediately retreated in fear, sobbing.

"Hey, don't be afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"So many people don't have this kind of luck."

Upon hearing this, Song Rui foresaw her impending fate, felt terrified, and burst into tears with nowhere left to retreat.

"Alright, keep it down." Li Tu put the money pouch into the package, tidied it up, and then took out a book.

"Alright, brother." With that, he grabbed Song Rui and carried her into the depths of the cave, letting her struggle.

Seeing Li Mian's impatient look, Li Tu felt helpless.

He's been complaining a lot ever since he fled into the mountains, and it's been even more so after we caught Song Rui. He keeps complaining that he can only look but not eat her.

But since he was his own younger brother, Li Tu could only shake his head and walk out of the cave, thinking about his next move while keeping watch.

One is annoyed by a woman, the other is annoyed by a man.

Walking to a tree not far from the cave entrance, Li Tu looked around to make sure it was safe, patted the fairly sturdy sapling, and simply sat down against it.

Taboos of the Forbidden Door.

Browsing through the book's descriptions of demonic and unorthodox practices, Li Tu pondered deeply, even folding a page at a point that sparked his interest.

"Bone-Breaking Sect..."

"Old Ginseng Sect..."

"Blood Brocade Vajra..."

"These are all good, and they suit A-Mian's personality quite well. Let him try them out after we go down the mountain."

"If the righteous path is too difficult to cultivate, and they drive us away, then surely the demonic path will do?"

The books that were once used to remind the world of the Demonic Sect have now become "school selection guides" for Li and Tu.

Recalling the scene of being chased by cultivators and covered in blood, Li Tu said in a deep voice, "Isn't cultivation all about fighting and grabbing? Grabbing what others have, grabbing what heaven and earth have."

"If you can't take it, kill it and seize it; if you can't kill it, become stronger and then kill it."

"As long as I profit and survive, why should I care about what others do?"

As Li Tu flipped through the book, she made up her mind to walk the path of demonic cultivation with her younger brother, determined to possess everything they desired.

The next moment, a large hand suddenly grabbed his throat and squeezed it tightly, and a feeling of suffocation immediately came over him.

He hurriedly tried to pry open the hand holding his neck with both hands, but the large hand held him firmly like an iron clamp.

Li Tu kicked his legs wildly, trying to get up, but this only made his face look worse and worse, and his blood swelled up all over his head.

Perhaps it was the pressure of facing life and death that forced Li Tu to unleash his full potential, for he suddenly burst forth with several times the strength, and the hand gripping his throat was even able to shake it a little.

Just when he thought he could break free, all he saw was a blade whistling through the air slashing towards him.

a bit,

Two times,

Three times,

Look around.

He struck four times in succession, each time with increasing force, until the other party became completely still.

Looking at the bloodstains, flesh scraps, and bone fragments on the machete in his hand, Lin Sheng plunged the machete into the ground and then used both hands to tightly grip Li Tu's throat.

Only when he heard and felt the snapping sensation did he dare to breathe and slowly loosen his grip.

After stepping out of the tree, he saw Li Tu's corpse leaning against it. His face was a bloody mess, unrecognizable, his head drooping, and he was no longer breathing.

Lin Sheng felt a dryness in his throat and a throbbing in his head, but nothing else was unusual.

Recalling the two people's voices before, my body reacted before my brain.

He realized that perhaps his predecessor wasn't as clean as he thought.

After all, without farmland to guarantee a stable livelihood, and engaging in a profession somewhat similar to that of hunters, it is indeed unlikely that they have never seen bloodshed while surviving in these mountains.

"It's still cleaner than those two. At least the old lady next door will give me some eggs." Lin Sheng stopped worrying about it.

He picked up the "Forbidden Door Taboos" and put it in his pocket, thinking, "It's always good to know more."

He then wiped the machete clean on the corpse and strode towards the cave.

Having just been ambushed, he had a clear understanding of his own strength.

......

"No! No!"

"Let me go!!"

Song Rui mustered all her strength to slap Li Mian and tug at her clothes, but to Li Mian it was just a light touch.

This only fueled his interest, making him exert himself even more.

Seeing her clothes torn open, revealing her figure, Song Rui cried even more bitterly.

She shielded herself, still unwilling to accept what was happening before her, feeling only despair and pain.

Li Mian was excited upon seeing this and climbed on top of her, saying, "It's alright, it's alright!"

"I promise you'll be comfortable!"

Licking his lips, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of ferocity and desire, he now only wanted to tear the beauty before him to shreds.

However, the desire he had been longing for was instantly replaced by intense pain in his neck.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

"Blood! It's blood!!"

"Who? Who is it?!"

Hearing the other party howling, Lin Sheng was also dumbfounded.

No way? I swung the knife so hard, it even cut right into my neck and I'm still not dead? Are you a cockroach?

In the blink of an eye, as Li Mian was about to stand up, Lin Sheng kicked the back of the knife hard.

The thighs are stronger than the arms, let alone the legs which have been enhanced.

The stuck blade sliced ​​through the neck with a "whoosh" and fell to the ground.

The enormous head fell off with a "thud," its face contorted in pain, and the headless corpse lay to one side, splattering scalding blood onto the surrounding stone walls.

Already overwhelmed by fear and pressure, Song Rui could no longer bear the sight before her and fainted upon closing her eyes.

Startled, Lin Sheng rushed forward to check her breathing, only feeling relieved after confirming that she had simply fainted.

Seeing Song Rui naked, Lin Sheng helped her up and put on the change of clothes left by Li Tu in the cave. Although they were large, they were just right to cover her whole body.

Lin Sheng then retained his habit of looting corpses. Although he was unable to find anything on Li Mian's body, he discovered the package that Li Tu had packed while searching the cave.

"I have a money bag, books... never mind, I'll read them when I get back."

"We shouldn't stay here any longer; let's go down the mountain first."

Lin Sheng carried the unconscious Song Rui on his back and ran down the mountain without stopping.

He already knew of three corpses, enough to attract many monsters from the mountains.

He didn't want to stay on this blood-soaked mountain any longer.

Even carrying someone on his back, Lin Sheng didn't feel too tired running all the way. On the contrary, he saw the market in a faster time than when he went down the mountain.

Night slowly descended, and the market was illuminated by a dazzling array of lights.

Roars and tremors began to emanate from Wuzhi Mountain. Lin Sheng remained silent, only accelerating.

.....

Song Family Medical Clinic.

Inside the room, Song Jincong rubbed his temples, his face showing undeniable exhaustion, and his bloodshot eyes filled with lingering worry.

He felt as if every breath he took was his last.

He hasn't been able to get a proper rest since his daughter went missing.

As his only child with his deceased wife, he had cherished her since she was a child, fearing that something might happen to her. Now that she had truly disappeared, he felt it was more terrifying than the sky falling.

In the past few days, many people have come to provide clues. As a seasoned veteran, he can naturally tell which ones are made up, but he still paid them, hoping that more people would come to provide clues.

What if it's true? What if...?

Now that there are fewer and fewer clues or information coming from going up the mountain, he went to look for the dojo in town.

Given the reputation of the Song Family Medical Clinic, they were naturally willing to help, but not for free.

Several martial arts schools, having figured out Song's medical clinic's intentions, wanted Song's secret medicine, the secret formula for "Soothing Ointment".

This is a medicinal ointment developed by Song Jincong in his early years. It was precisely because of this ointment that Song's Medical Hall was able to prosper again and make a name for itself among cultivators and Taoist temples.

Song Jincong knew that although he had developed the ointment, it would have been impossible to achieve without the help of his wife and daughter.

During that time, it was the gentleness and comfort from my wife and daughter that gave me the motivation and support.

In the dim light, Song Jincong saw the days of the past, days that were poor but warm.

Every time he returned home exhausted from collecting herbs, his wife would bring him a towel soaked in hot water to wipe the dust off his face and hands.

My daughter loves osmanthus-flavored steamed buns, which cost only a few cents each, but I can never afford to give them to her because of my income.

That day, when my daughter came home, she was holding a small, crooked osmanthus-scented steamed bun in her hands, and she said happily:

"Father, Mother taught me how to make osmanthus steamed buns today."

"We won't have to spend any more money from now on."

"Bang!"

Song Jincong slammed his hand on the table, and what appeared before him again was a cold wooden table.

The burning pain in his palm brought him fully awake.

Give!

I'll give you anything as long as I can find Rui'er!