Something's wrong with this demon.

Chapter 85 Remote

Bloodsucking from a distance?

Luo Qingchen stared at the demonic ape's corpse on the ground, her face filled with astonishment.

Do not!

He suddenly remembered.

That wasn't just blood-sucking from a distance.

Moreover, it was while the demonic ape was still alive that it was sucking blood!

What happened?

The previous blood-sucking skill seemed to only be able to suck the blood of people or animals that had just died.

Moreover, it requires palm contact to begin sucking blood.

Now it's actually—

He looked down at his palm.

After a moment of thought, his gaze suddenly fell on the blood of the demonic ape remaining on the ground.

The blood was half red and half green.

A thought struck him, and he slowly stretched out his palm, pointing it at the still-warm pool of blood on the ground.

"Blood sucker!"

He thought to himself.

At the same time, he actively aroused the still unquenched blood-sucking restlessness within his body.

"Whoosh!"

An astonishing scene has unfolded once again!

The pool of red and green blood on the ground instantly turned into a stream of water and flew towards his palm!

Then, it disappeared into his palm and entered his body!

At this moment, he could clearly feel the newly inhaled blood flowing joyfully through his body.

Then, his second health bar was activated!

It really can suck blood from a distance!

Moreover, it can even absorb blood that has fallen to the ground!

Feeling the heat in his palms and the rush of blood in his body, recalling the first time he drank human blood, pig blood, and the scenes of drinking blood from a distance just now, he seemed to suddenly grasp something.

Human blood, animal blood, and the blood of various wild beasts all seem impossible to absorb from a distance.

Moreover, it can only be absorbed when the other party is completely dead.

Only the red and green blood of this monster can produce this?

To verify his suspicions, he quickly bandaged his wound, picked up the hunting fork from the ground, and continued walking forward.

As he approached the inn, he finally spotted an animal in the woods.

A small badger!

"Whoosh!"

The harpoon struck, piercing the badger's back with pinpoint accuracy.

The badger hissed and struggled.

He held the hunting fork in one hand and stretched out the other, trying to activate his blood-sucking ability to drain the badger's bleeding wound.

But there was no response.

I tried for a while longer, but there was still no response.

He immediately killed the badger and touched its body with his palm to suck its blood.

This time, the badger's blood immediately flowed into his palm.

Sure enough!

Only when facing monsters can you drain their blood remotely, and while they are still alive!

"Is that second health bar specifically designed for magical beasts?"

He pondered this to himself.

Looking inside his body, the blood in the second health bar had surged from 795% to 997%!

This rate of growth is terrifying compared to how quickly it absorbed the blood of other beasts!

Only 3% left.

He only needs to hunt a few more wild beasts to level up!

Within his body, his cultivation progress also skyrocketed from 40/2000 to 80/2000!

It seems that whether it's a life-or-death battle with humans, or a life-or-death battle with wild beasts or magical beasts, it can rapidly increase the cultivation process.

"hiss----"

Only then did he feel a piercing pain in his shoulder.

It was almost dawn.

He didn't dare to delay and immediately returned to the inn, went into his room, and locked the doors and windows.

Then, he took out wound medicine and gauze from the package.

After treating his wound, he pondered for a while, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep, exhausted.

I slept until evening.

When I woke up, the pain in my shoulder had eased a little, but I still couldn't move my entire arm.

The slightest movement causes unbearable pain.

Fortunately, he had already cultivated to the Blood Exchange Realm, making his bones exceptionally strong and his body's repair capabilities unmatched by ordinary people.

It will be fully recovered in just a few days.

However, now is not the time to rest.

Time was of the essence; life and death hung in the balance in just four days.

So he decided to rest for another night and set off immediately tomorrow night to continue hunting!

Only 3% left.

However, it is precisely at times like these that we must not be careless or impatient.

If he were to encounter the murderer, be robbed on the road, or run into another monster, given his current condition, he would undoubtedly die.

So tomorrow night he will only go to the nearby woods and wait for his prey to come to him.

In case of emergency, run away immediately.

After the bandages were removed, the dressing was changed, and new bandages were put on, he ate a piece of dried meat he had brought with him and lay back down on the bed.

Although I wasn't sleepy, I couldn't move around too much.

Now is the time for the wound to heal, and we must wait patiently.

After thinking for a moment, he took out the book "The Art of Ghostly Shadows" and continued reading.

Outside the window, night fell quickly.

In the lobby on the first floor, the merchants who were forced to stay here were still drinking and chatting with long faces.

They usually don't dare to drink alcohol.

But now that they can't travel and there's nothing else to do at the inn, they can only drink to relieve their boredom.

Someone got drunk and started harassing An Er's daughter-in-law.

The pretty young woman doing the accounting at the counter was Xiaomei, the daughter-in-law of An Er, the innkeeper.

The skinny boy who always liked to doze off at the counter was An Er's only son, An Facai.

An Er always greets guests with the warmest smile, but he beats and scolds his lazy son, yet he can't do anything about it. He is quite satisfied with his daughter-in-law, though.

Just then, a drunken man grabbed Xiaomei's hand and chuckled, "Xiaomei, your husband is so skinny, can he satisfy you? If he can't, hehe—"

The others around them also laughed, their eyes lewdly scanning Xiaomei's chest and back.

An Er had run an inn here for many years and had seen countless similar situations. He quickly smiled and went over to pull Xiao Mei away, saying nice things to the man.

The man knew that the government officials were nearby and that there were many cultivators from the Feather Kingdom staying at the inn, so he didn't dare to go too far. He just muttered a few more vulgar words and then continued drinking.

The others also made jokes and got the upper hand with their words.

Xiao Mei returned to the counter, kicked An Facai, who was still dozing off on the table, and muttered angrily, "Coward!"

Reminded, An Facai asked blankly, "What's wrong? Have we got guests?"

As Xiaomei fiddled with things behind the counter, she sneered, "No customers came, but your wife almost got her butt groped!"

An Facai was taken aback when he heard this, then grinned and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. That's how these people are. They don't see many women along the way, and you're so pretty, so they just touch you through your clothes. They wouldn't dare to do anything else."

Xiaomei retorted angrily, "Just a little touch? Aren't you afraid someone'll touch me in bed tonight?"

An Facai chuckled: "I'm in your bed."

Just as they were arguing, An Er shouted from the corner, "Fa Cai, go to the wine cellar and get a jar of wine!"

"Okay! Coming right away!"

An Facai agreed and hurried to the back.

An Er came to the counter and looked at Xiao Mei, saying, "Next time, when you send Fa Cai to deliver the wine, don't go. Otherwise, those customers might steal things."

Xiaomei lowered her head and said, "Yes, thank you, Father."

An Er couldn't help but mutter, "That bastard naps all day long, I wonder what he does at night. How did I give birth to such a lazybones!"

After saying that, he shook his head and went to the kitchen.

It was almost midnight when all the drunken guests in the lobby finally left.

The entire inn fell silent.

Outside, the moon was hidden behind the clouds in the night sky.

The surrounding mountains and forests were pitch black.

In the room, Wang Lan, her eyes wet with tears, closed them wearily.

Her fractured arms have been set.

Although her body was no longer in pain, the pain in her heart could not be healed in a short time.

She hated herself for not keeping a close eye on her mistress.

As a guard, the young lady was murdered and skinned alive. When she returned, she was unable to explain herself to her master.

Therefore, she must stay here to find the murderer and tear him to pieces!

I cried all day and finally fell asleep at this time.

The oil lamp on the table was still lit.

The dim, yellow light illuminated a small section of the room.

Outside the window, the cold wind howled.

"Squeak—"

The window, which was originally closed, slowly opened, whether by the wind or something else.

Then, a figure slowly floated in from the darkness outside the window.

The figure landed silently beside the bed, its gaze falling on Wang Lan, who was fast asleep on the bed.

Wang Lan seemed to sense something, her eyelids twitched a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was a figure with long, flowing hair, dressed in men's clothing.

She slowly raised her head, revealing Lu Qingqing's face, but it was pale and bloodless, with no eyeballs in her eyes, and two lines of bloody tears on her cheeks.

She spoke with a resentful tone, "Aunt Lan—help me get revenge—"

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"Miss!"

Wang Lan suddenly sat up.

The figure suddenly vanished like a gust of wind, passing through the window and disappearing into the darkness outside, as if it had never existed.

Wang Lan hurriedly chased to the window and looked outside.

It was pitch black and completely silent outside; there was no sign of the young lady anywhere!

What just happened felt like a dream.

She stood blankly by the window, rubbing her eyes, which were red and swollen from crying during the day, then turned her head and looked back at the spot where the young lady had just stood.

"Miss—died with her eyes wide open in disbelief—"

She shed tears.

The night passed quickly.

Luo Qingchen stayed in her room reading and did not go out.

When An Facai came to bring him water and food, he didn't let him in.

As a disciple of the Demonic Sect, when traveling, one only eats the food and water that one brings with him or hunts.

I changed my medication during the day and continued to rest.

Finally, night fell.

The pain at the wound site has subsided considerably.

He tried to slowly raise his right arm. Although it was still painful to raise it, he could finally move it with some difficulty.

Time waits for no one.

He only has three days left.

Three days later, whether to stay or run away, you need to be in better physical condition.

Another hour passed.

As the night deepened outside the window and the noise in the hall outside subsided, he opened the door and went out.

They left through the backyard as before.

This time, it seemed that no one was guarding the woods.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that the other party was too well hidden and he did not discover it.

He went to the backyard of the teahouse and got a hunting fork.

Then, they went straight into the woods behind the mountain.

After crossing a hillside, he dared not go any further.

Now that his right arm is injured and he can't fight, he only has one arm to fight with. If he goes too far and encounters danger, it will be difficult for him to escape.

Ok?

Just as he was holding a hunting fork, preparing to find a hunting spot, he suddenly heard a strange noise behind him.

The ground was covered with fallen leaves and withered branches.

If a person or animal walks on it, they can be heard very clearly in this quiet mountain forest.

He thought it was the same person who had been following him before, and was about to continue walking forward when he suddenly felt that the other person was not avoiding him, but was walking straight towards him.

He felt a chill and turned to look.

The woman named Wang Lan, dressed in a black outfit, walked directly towards him.

Seeing the hatred and resentment in the other person's eyes, he immediately understood what the other person wanted to do.

"My young lady died with her eyes wide open in anger, so I've come to avenge her—even if you weren't the one who harmed her, I'll still kill you to make her feel better."

"Because she hates you."

After Wang Lan finished speaking, she pounced on him like a cheetah.

Knowing she was no match for her, Luo Qingchen hurled the hunting fork in her hand just before she could make a move.

At the same time, he turned and ran!

"when!"

Wang Lan deflected the swiftly fired hunting fork with a wave of her hand and coldly chased after him.

As Luo Qingchen ran at full speed, his right arm began to ache, and the wound started to reopen. But he dared not stop for a moment, and ran towards the mountain forest ahead with all his might.

At this point, it was too late to turn around and escape towards the inn.

"Am I going to die here tonight—?"

As the sound of pursuit behind him grew closer, a sense of desolation suddenly rose in his heart.

After going through countless hardships, I finally managed to climb out of Medicine Man Town and into the sect, only to die at the hands of a woman today.

Moreover, he was wrongfully killed.

How ironic.

"Snapped!"

An iron palm struck from behind, hitting him squarely in the back.

He was sent flying by a tremendous force, crashing heavily to the ground. But without pausing, he immediately rolled forward and leaped up, continuing to run forward.

The body's Qi and blood churn.

A gush of blood gushed from his throat.

But at this moment, he didn't even have time to cough up blood.

He gritted his teeth and continued running forward desperately.

Soon, we arrived at the familiar mountain forest.

He had intended to use the familiar terrain to create some distance, but the woman behind him did not give him the chance and slapped him on the back again.

This blow made him dizzy and almost fainted on the spot.

"Bang!"

He flew out like a kite with a broken string, and crashed to the ground in a sorry state.

He looked up and saw the figure already walking past with a cold smile.

He took out his dagger, ready to fight to the death, but then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a cave nearby.

"Whoosh!"

He bit his tongue and leaped up.

The pain in his mouth jolted him awake, and as the woman slapped him on the back again, he stumbled and crawled into the cave.

Wang Lan stopped at the cave entrance.

She squinted, staring at the deep, dark cave for a moment, then sneered, "You think you can survive by escaping inside? Rather than dying in fear and agony in there, come out and let me finish you off with one blow. Don't worry, I won't skin you alive, I'll just kill you."

There was no response from inside the cave.

Only a faint smell of blood and a strong, pungent stench wafted through the air.

A fierce glint flashed in Wang Lan's eyes. She was about to force her way in, but after smelling the strong, fishy stench, she suddenly stopped.

This taste seems somewhat familiar.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the bushes on the right side of the cave.

There, hanging there was a thick snakeskin!

A cold smile appeared on her lips, and she relaxed her body, waiting leisurely at the cave entrance.

Inside the cave.

As Luo Qingchen gripped the dagger and stared intently at the cave entrance, slowly retreating until she was almost back against the innermost wall, she suddenly felt a chilling sensation creeping up from behind.

I turned my head to look.

A giant python was coiled up in the darkness, staring at him without moving!