Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

This is even more powerful than a warrior's Fiery Sword Technique.

The red boar howled as it was struck by the fire talisman, then turned and charged at Lin Mu.

Lin Mu looked at the red boar that turned to face him and used an invisibility spell.

Just as the red boar was about to take a step, it suddenly lost its target, circled around blankly, then turned back, raised its spiked club, and swung it at the skeleton.

Lin Mu then leisurely took out a bottle of magic potion from his belt, drank it down, and waited for the mana bar to slowly rise.

The skeleton seemed to think that the red boar poisoned by the red poison was easy to kill, and it slew the dragon several times.

-890, -734, -812...

You know what, after the Dragon Slayer's Luck 7, the skeleton's attack power doesn't fluctuate as much anymore. It rarely drops below 700, as if it's being suppressed by something, remaining steady and stable.

Then, the red boar's health bar dropped like it was being pumped down by a water pump, and it fell down after only a few hits.

The moment the red boar fell, the red light on its body suddenly exploded, releasing a cloud of dark red mist.

Dark red mist spread outwards, enveloping an area two body lengths around the skeleton. Wherever the mist passed, wedge moths, bats, and black maggots simultaneously glowed red.

Seeing the monsters around him afflicted with the red poison, the skeleton swung the Dragon Slayer sword even faster, unleashing wave after wave of white light, each strike doubling in power and each one deadly.

At the same time, tiny blue arcs of electricity darted around among the monsters, striking those infected with the red poison and displaying a series of numbers.

-67, -71, -62...

The skeleton's electric attack was originally just a minor scratch, but now with the added red poison, the damage is doubled. Although it's still not high, its wide range makes up for it, hitting a large area with one strike.

Lin Mu exclaimed, "Red Poison has doubled the damage of Blue Arc. Now, clearing mobs in groups is no longer my weakness. I no longer need to personally hack and slash mobs until my arms ache after merging with the enemy."

He clapped his hands, preparing to test just how much the damage amplification of the red poison was. The Wedge Moth [Magic Defense 0-0] was a good test subject. He sent a Soul Fire Talisman flying towards the Wedge Moth that had been infected with the red poison.

With a "snap," the fire talisman was stuck to the wedge moth, and a burst of fire erupted.

-567.

Lin Mu's eyelid twitched.

That's 7 times the damage, that's right, 7 times. That means the damage of the Red Poison from the Luck 9 is increased by as much as 600%.

He threw out a few more fire talismans, -567, -567...

The damage is frighteningly consistent.

In no time, the moth collapsed.

Then the red light on the wedge moth exploded again, and dark red mist spread in all directions, infecting monsters in a wider area.

It seems that the red mist that burst from the bodies of those people when they died in the wilderness of Beech was this. I thought it was some kind of last-ditch counterattack at the time, and I was making a big fuss about it.

However, that red mist looked rather faint, not as dense as the current red mist, probably because back then, when the poison was applied, only the Lucky 7 was available.

Then he tried it for a while and summarized the changes in his skills.

After the 9th level, any poisoned monster, whether it's green or red poison, will explode into a poisonous mist if it dies within the duration of the poison, infecting targets within two body lengths around it.

The duration of infection is halved, and the infection can occur a maximum of two times.

In other words, the poison Lin Mu directly applied was the first generation, which lasted for 10 minutes; the monsters killed by the first generation of poison exploded with poison mist, infecting the second generation, which lasted for 5 minutes; the monsters killed by the second generation of poison exploded again, infecting the third generation, which lasted for 2 and a half minutes; after the third generation died, it no longer exploded with poison mist and no longer infected.

When Lin Mu and Lan returned, he sprinkled the poison out again, drank the medicine, and then sprinkled the poison out again.

Before long, the poisonous fog exploded one wave after another, with green and red lights exploding alternately.

Then the monster's corpses piled up on the ground, layer upon layer.

Lin Mu looked around and saw that the area was now empty, so he clapped his hands and said he was done playing.

He left the skeletons in the Demon Soul Hall to continue using the crescent blades to swarm the monsters, while he caught a few more black maggots and stepped out through the small door leading to the Overlord's Hall.

Lin Mu felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and he found himself in the Hall of Overlords.

The firelight in the Overlord's Hall was much brighter than that in the Demon Sealing Hall, making him squint.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that, as he had suspected, thanks to His Majesty's emphasis on sealing the demons and his instructions to Yang Xiong, Yang Xiong had indeed worked diligently to clear away the monsters, and no monsters were blocking the door.

A small squad of Imperial Guards and their subordinates surrounded a white wild boar. The mage used lightning from behind, the warrior carried it in front, and the Taoist used poison from the side, coordinating their efforts at a steady pace.

Fireball, lightning, and soul fire spells flashed with alternating white, red, and purple light, striking the white boar. The boar's health bar slowly dropped, while the light from the spells illuminated the Hall of Conquerors.

They saw Lin Mu emerge from the stone gate, but only glanced at him without surprise, continuing to fight their monsters.

Those who came out from that direction either came from the Netherworld Corridor or the secret passage; there's nothing strange about it.

But Lin Mu's gaze swept across the crowd and suddenly paused.

He recognized him; among the crowd, a warrior clad in War God armor and wielding Purgatory was Qin Zhengchuan.

Beside her was a female Taoist priest wearing a blue women's helmet, with her long, snow-white legs exposed at the slit of the helmet, holding a demon-slaying weapon to assist in fighting monsters. It was none other than Qin Yumo.

Lin Mu slowed his pace for a moment, then continued walking past them with his head down.

Qin Yumo noticed someone was there, so she turned her head and looked at Lin Mu's back.

She frowned, feeling that the figure looked familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

At this moment, Qin Zhengchuan shouted, "Yu Mo, poison!"

She then looked away, quickly took out the medicinal powder, sprinkled it on the white boar, and continued fighting the monster.

Chapter 193 The Test of Scorched Earth (Part 1)

At this moment, a group of people were clearing monsters against the wall in the corner. One of them had his arm around a beautiful woman and was watching his teammates kill monsters in front of him with boredom, while he waited to get his share of the experience.

The man was wearing a cloak of a mage, holding a bone jade scepter in his hand. His chin was raised high, but his eyelids were drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep.

His gaze swept casually over Lin Mu, then returned and stopped.

He stared at Lin Mu's straw hat and face mask for several seconds.

The straw hat and face mask gleamed faintly with a bluish-white sheen under the firelight in the Hall of Conquerors; they were barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

The hall of the overlord is filled with demonic energy, and even low-level equipment will be affected if it stays here for too long.

But this person's straw hat and face mask were intact and still had a sheen, so they were obviously not ordinary items.

He released the woman in his arms, his gaze shifting from the straw hat to the face mask, and then back to the straw hat, until Lin Mu's figure disappeared at the end of the passage. Only then did he withdraw his gaze and hug the woman in his arms tightly again.

Then, the mage's lips slowly curled up, and he muttered, "Interesting."

Either this person has some secret, wearing a bamboo hat with added formations to cover their face and dare not show themselves; or the bamboo hat and face mask are another form of equipment from legend.

Regardless of which one it was, he found the boring leveling process very interesting.

He tightened his grip on the woman's arm, his gaze fixed on the end of the passage, where it was now empty and devoid of anything.

The girl looked up and asked sweetly, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

He glanced down at her, smiled, and said nothing, his mind seemingly preoccupied with something.

Lin Mu left the Hall of Overlords and walked out of the Sealed Demon Mine along the official road.

The sky over Fengmo Valley was still overcast, with gray-purple miasma swirling through the valley, and the sun hanging in the sky like a dark blood moon.

He released his horse from the brocade pouch, mounted it, and headed towards the restricted area marked with a red circle, following the route indicated on the map.

The thousand-year-old tree demon has arrived.

The further Lin Mu walked, the more desolate it felt.

The official road had long since disappeared, and the path underfoot had changed from gravel to hard soil, and then from hard soil to a scorched black, cracked surface that crunched underfoot.

The trees on both sides became increasingly sparse. First, the pines and cypresses disappeared, then the shrubs, and finally even the withered grass could not be seen.

The distinctive sulfurous and putrid smell of Fengmo Valley grew stronger in the air, mixed with an indescribable sweet and cloying aroma, as if something had been rotting for a very long time, so sweet it was cloying, so cloying it was fishy.

No one is approaching in this direction.

The area marked with a red circle on the map was avoided even by the patrol routes of the Imperial Guards.

Lin Mu rode on his horse, looking at the map as he went, occasionally glancing up at the gray fog in the distance.

Although he was still far away, he dared not go any further.

Unlike the miasma that drifted everywhere in the Demon Sealing Valley, the fog was condensed there, as thick as a wall, grayish-white with a faint yellowish-green tinge, as if something was breathing inside.

He reined in his horse, dismounted, and put the horse into his brocade pouch.

With a thought, the skeleton teleported from the Demon Soul Palace with a "whoosh." The tall skeleton stood beside him, and the flames in its eye sockets were not so dazzling in the dim light of the sky.

Lin Mu removed the equipment from the skeleton piece by piece and put it into his Qiankun bag.

The skeleton stood naked in front of him, its joints cracking twice, as if asking why he wouldn't let him wear it again.

Lin Mu ignored it, patted its shoulder blade, and pointed in the direction of the mist: "You go forward, I'll watch from here."

The skeleton turned around, took a step, and walked towards the cloud of mist.

Lin Mu closed his eyes and shifted his gaze to the skeleton.

The world before my eyes had changed; it was gray and hazy, as if I were looking through a layer of dirty glass. The fog in the distance was even thicker, so thick that I could hardly see through it.

The ground beneath my feet was charred black, cracked with deep fissures. There was no grass, no moss, nothing in the cracks, as if something had burned it from the inside out.

The cloying, rotten smell in the air reached Lin Mu's nose even through the skeleton's senses. He frowned and resisted the urge to move.

The skeleton walked forward 100 meters.

The ground beneath my feet was still scorched and cracked, but the cracks had widened, and in some places, a foot could fit inside.

The fog thickened, completely obscuring the distant scenery; only the area twenty or thirty steps in front of you could be clearly seen.

There was no wind, but the fog was slowly swirling, like a pot of porridge that was about to boil but hadn't yet, bubbling softly without making a sound.

The skeleton's bony feet crunched on the cracked ground, making a soft, grating sound, as if it were breaking through a thin layer of ice.

The skeleton walked another 200 meters.

The fog was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The skull's flames became the only source of light in this gray world. The orange-red light illuminated a few steps in front of you, revealing the cracks in the ground and the black liquid seeping from the fissures.

The liquid was viscous, like crude oil or putrid blood plasma, and it gleamed with a dark, oily sheen in the firelight.

The sweet smell in the air turned into a fishy smell, like rust, or like blood that had been congealed for a long time being stirred up again.

Lin Mu scanned the surroundings through the skeleton's vision, but there was nothing there except fog, scorched ground, and cracks oozing black liquid.