Martial God Development Plan

[Insect eggs can be used to poison. Without external force, they can cause non-physical warriors with a comprehensive rating of Ding or below to contract fatal injuries. The effect on warriors with higher ratings gradually weakens...but this seems to be just a side effect? ​​]

(Where there is a son, there is often a mother...)

【“…”】

Seeing this panel, Ji Zhao had some vague guesses in his mind. His eyes focused slightly, and he gently picked up an insect corpse. He released his internal energy, which turned into a thin blade to cut the insect corpse. He repeated this process over and over again, and finally found some tiny, transparent eggs in the abdomen that were so fine that they were almost completely invisible. He tried to throw these eggs into the water he had just collected. The two were similar in color, and even with Ji Zhao's eyesight, it took him a long time to see any clues.

"Do you think there's something wrong with these eggs?"

Mo Yu folded his arms across his chest and spoke concisely.

"We'll know after a try..." Ji Zhao poured out the water and replaced it with the clean water they brought from outside. He then asked Duanmu Qing for a few living insects and threw them into the clean water, intending to take them out from time to time to see if the insects were dead or had laid eggs.

"My two junior brothers, please go out." At this time, Duanmu Qing spoke up, and he considered, "This bug crawled out of the head, and the head can't avoid it... This scene is a bit bloody, so don't watch it, otherwise you won't be able to eat later."

Ji Zhao and Mo Yu were not completely unable to bear it, but as laymen, they could not understand anything, and there was no need to keep it and disgust themselves.

"...I don't like this place."

When they got outside, Mo Yu was silent for a few seconds and suddenly said these words.

"It's so quiet...like everything is dead."

Ji Zhao was speechless. Almost all the people in this village were dead. The surroundings were so dead and quiet. After nightfall, the atmosphere of this place could be moved to the next door and used as a map for a horror game.

Standing here, one will feel a sense of uneasiness from the bottom of their heart... After nightfall, this feeling will be even stronger.

Ji Zhao said: "Rather than saying you don't like it... Master Mo, you actually want to say you're afraid, right?"

"I'm not afraid." Mo Yu said in a light tone and denied it quickly.

"Really?" Ji Zhao shrugged. At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the night gradually enveloped this ominous land. He whispered, "I am quite scared. When I think about going deeper into such a place, I feel a little creepy."

This is...the truth.

Ji Zhao and Gu Zhibai had encountered the mysterious coffin in the Changchun Mountains. No one knew what was inside, but it was definitely not a good thing. Fengzhou was famous for witchcraft, so it was not surprising that they could come up with all kinds of weird things. It would be a lie to say that Ji Zhao was not afraid at all. He had such a mission, and his fear of death was something that others could not understand. However, Ji Zhao always fought with the determination to win, so he gave people a fearless feeling.

"......" Mo Yu obviously didn't expect Ji Zhao to suddenly say such a thing. After being stunned for a moment, she said, "I didn't expect you to be afraid. I remember that Gu Qu found a group of people to tell those strange stories about ghosts and gods late at night. Everyone was scared by what Fu Caige said, but you didn't react."

————Among them, Gu Qu, who was both naive and playful, was the most frightened. What was worse was that she slept alone at night, unlike Ji Tan Fu Xie Shi who could shamelessly sleep with her sister.

"There is a difference between hearing stories and actually encountering them. Moreover, this time it is a little different. The bugs make me feel like I am drawing my sword and looking around, feeling lost. I don't know where to put my strength." Ji Zhao said with emotion, "I wish the enemy was tangible, but unfortunately, most enemies in people's lives are intangible."

"Most enemies in a person's life are invisible..." Mo Yu repeated in a low voice, and smiled bitterly, "No wonder people always say that you speak very nicely."

While the two were talking, another person died nearby. Ji Zhao sighed, came to the man and closed his eyes, while staring at his ears... After about dozens of breaths, several parasites crawled out quickly.

Mo Yu reached out to catch it, but Ji Zhao stopped her. This insect has no eyes, so how can it find water?

The parasite crawled at an incredibly fast speed, moving almost a hundred positions in one breath, just like a black flash of light, but in the eyes of warriors of Ji Zhao and Mo Yu's level, it was nothing.

The two tentacles in front of the parasite's head trembled slightly, and it suddenly turned around, with its eight legs dancing wildly at a speed so fast that it almost left an afterimage. In just a few blinks of an eye, it crawled into the house nearby and jumped into the water tank. Then it calmed down, as if it had reached its destination.

Ji Zhao and Mo Yu, who witnessed the whole process, felt chills in their hearts and remained speechless for a long time.

......

At nightfall, Duanmu Qing, looking a little tired and with bloody hands, walked out of the house and washed himself briefly.

Ji Zhao asked: "Master, did you find anything?"

Duanmu Qing shook his head somewhat ashamedly...Ji Zhao was not surprised.

The Yan Dynasty was set in the Song Dynasty. When it came to dissection, it was not like the previous dynasties, which believed that "the hair and skin on your body are from your parents" and that no one was allowed to move them. Basically, they only dissected the torso. As for the brain, there were very few people who really understood it, so it was normal that there were no results.

The three men walked around the village, ended the suffering of the remaining people, dragged the corpses, gathered flammable materials, prepared fire-proof isolation belts, and finally burned down the lifeless village.

Flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the somewhat bewildered faces of Ji Zhao and Mo Yu… Most of the enemies in life are invisible.

Duanmu Qing recited a Buddhist sutra about rebirth. As a doctor, he was accustomed to seeing life and death on a daily basis, and was now very calm. Amid the chanting of the Buddhist sutra with a strong religious flavor, everything turned to ashes.

Volume 6: White Horse and Silver Spear Shining on the Snow and Moon: Chapter 73: Lingzhong

It was pitch dark, and the three of them were eating dinner around the campfire. Mo Yu was always a man of few words, and Duanmu Qing was also concentrating on eating his own. The scene was silent and a little awkward.

The atmosphere in this place was already weird, and the two people next to him didn't say a word, which made Ji Zhao feel like he was in a horror movie. The three of them still had to get along for a while, so it was obviously not going to work. He cleared his throat and took the initiative to say, "Uncle Master, are you thinking about something important?"

"Ah...?" Duanmu Qing responded in confusion at first, then he came to his senses and replied a little embarrassedly, "No... Please forgive me, nephew. I was just daydreaming."

"Master uncle and Pavilion Master are from the same class, so it has been eight or nine years since you left the Pavilion." Ji Zhao casually brought up a topic, "I see that Master uncle's martial arts and medical skills are not bad, why haven't I heard of his reputation outside?"

This is not a compliment, but the truth. Duanmu Qing was carrying a large box full of bottles and jars on his back, but he walked very steadily. Even when he used the light skill, the box behind him did not make any noise. This shows how solid his basic skills are. And he was like this all day long, which shows how profound his cultivation is.

Before Duanmu Qing opened his mouth, Mo Yu said coldly, "Maybe Master Uncle doesn't care about fame and fortune. Ji Zhao, your question is really inappropriate."

"I'm just an ordinary person." Duanmu Qing smiled bitterly and replied, "Master Mo, don't think too highly of me. I naturally want fame and fortune... Over the years, I have been looking for one thing."

"what?"

"Heavenly weapon..." Duanmu Qing obviously didn't set up too many defenses against his two nephews, or maybe there was nothing to be defensive about, "Soul-shaking bead."

The Soul-Shaking Pearl, this heavenly weapon Ji Zhao and Mo Yu had both heard of it. Legend has it that this pearl can shake off all poisons and can also make the holder's mind as calm as water. No matter how the internal energy impacts the meridians, the holder's emotions will not be affected... For those who have practiced magic to the point of being stupid, this thing is more important than any heavenly weapon.

"Soul-shaking Pearl..." Mo Yu whispered, "Master Ling Zhou also wanted to find the Soul-shaking Pearl back then. I didn't expect that after so many years, you still miss it so much."

"I can't help it." Duanmu Qing smiled bitterly. "I was taught by her, and I'm not as carefree as Han Ying... Besides, there's someone I want to save, and only the Soul-Dangling Pearl can save him, so I must find the Soul-Dangling Pearl."

Ji Zhao had never heard of the name Ling Zhou, and was completely confused as he listened. Mo Yu was considerate for once and explained to Ji Zhao.

"Master Ling Zhou was the master in charge of teaching medicine, swordsmanship, and mechanical engineering in the pavilion back then... Although that's what he said, there isn't even one person who has mastered the mechanical engineering at all."

Mechanical engineering... ?

Hearing this, Ji Zhao's heart moved slightly. Back then, Liu Hanying fell in love with the master who taught her the art of mechanical engineering. She even left Luohe Pavilion and eloped with that master. He didn't know his name before... It turned out that his name was Ling Zhou.

Ji Zhao crossed his arms and said, "I really want to meet this Master Ling."

Duanmu Qing, who was standing by, probably also felt that the atmosphere had eased, and he smiled and asked, "Why do you say that, nephew?"

"Curiosity." Ji Zhao pointed at Mo Yu unceremoniously, "Uncle Master, look, whether it's the Pavilion Master or Master Mo, with their personalities, to be honest, it's impossible to imagine who they would fall in love with. So, of course, I'm a little curious about Master Ling who even the Pavilion Master fell for."

"Hmm..." A strange sound came out of Mo Yu's throat. It was a small sound, but it still reached the ears of the other two. "Why do you have to take me with you...!"

"Hehe... because you and your sister have similar personalities, but the way you express them is different." Duanmu Qing smiled, then lowered his eyes slightly and said to Ji Zhao, "Master Ling... Speaking of which, she behaves in a similar way to Junior Brother Mo. She acts like she is not interested in anything all day long, and she is as graceful as an immortal. At that time, nine out of ten men in Luohe Pavilion liked Master Ling."

Ji Zhao didn't dare to ask a question, but Duanmu Qing didn't care much and smiled casually: "Of course, I am also part of the nine... It's just some past events, nothing to hide."

Duanmu Qing said, but he relaxed a little, and teased: "What about Junior Brother Mo, is he popular among the male disciples in Luohe Pavilion?"

Mo Yu was in a dilemma. If any disciple dared to ask her this question, she would definitely scold her. However, Duanmu Qing was the elder and he had to make the first move before asking this question. If Mo Yu was serious at this moment, it would seem inappropriate... But Mo Yu was born with a thin skin. Facing such a question, how could she respond? For a moment, her cherry lips moved slightly, but she couldn't utter a word.

Ji Zhao smiled at this moment; "Master Mo is of course the most popular master in the pavilion... This is determined by voting."

Facing Duanmu Qing, Mo Yu was timid, but facing Ji Zhao, Mo Yu immediately punched him hard, then glared at him and said, "You're telling such nonsense in front of your uncle?!"

"That's fine." Duanmu Qing said cheerfully, "Young man, be more lively... When I was learning at Luohe Pavilion, the male disciples would fight over the right to use Cangyun Peak during the Moon Bridge Festival."

"Uncle Master... it's the same now. This has become a traditional activity of Luohe Pavilion." Ji Zhao looked up at the sky, a little speechless, but also a little amused, "Some people can't beat the opponent themselves, so they look for someone to beat them on the commission board..."

"Ha ha......"

After that, the three of them started talking and chatted about everything under the sun. As warriors from the Luohe Pavilion, they could find a lot of topics to talk about as long as they were willing to talk.

As they talked, the topic turned to the Turtle Breathing Technique. No one knew what key words triggered it, but Duanmu Qing was suddenly stunned. He didn't even bother to eat and started taking out bottles and jars from the big box behind him.

"Uncle Master...?"

"Faked death!" Duanmu Qing's voice even had a hint of joyful panic. He spoke very quickly, as if he was afraid that his train of thought would suddenly run away. "Those bugs leave the body when a person dies. If the symptoms are caused by them, then perhaps as long as the body is in fake death, they will come out, and we can always find a way to slowly treat the symptoms afterwards!"

Hearing this, Ji Zhao and Mo Yu were both startled, and then they realized that parasites have the ability to detect the life and death of the host. If they can make the body fall into suspended animation, then...

Duanmu Qing quickly prepared some medicine that could put the human body into suspended animation. For a doctor of his level, this was not a difficult task.

Soon, several bottles of suspended animation liquid were prepared... The liquid that could make people fall into suspended animation was prepared.

"I hope it helps..."

Volume 6: White Horse and Silver Spear Shining on the Snow and Moon: Chapter 74: Consciousness Slash

The next day, the three of them set out again, following the map into Fengzhou, and arrived at another village around noon... Before arriving here, Ji Zhao had already prepared himself to see a bunch of scavengers. After all, the first village was the last place where people started dying, and when Ji Zhao and the others arrived, it was already too late to save them, let alone this place.

But after arriving, the scene before them was beyond the expectations of Ji Zhao and others. Although there were dead people in this place, many villagers were fine.

Mo Yu was quite surprised: "Why..."

Before she could finish her words, Ji Zhao said, "It's because of the wood."

Duanmu Qing nodded in agreement: "I think so."

The two had not yet communicated with the villagers here, but just by looking at the surrounding environment, they could actually guess a thing or two.

In the Yan Dynasty, most people already knew that "hot water can drive away evil spirits", and there were many bathhouses in towns. However, when it came to daily food and drink, in most cases no one had the energy and money. This village was different from the first one, as there were abundant timber resources around it, and it was easy to cut timber as it was close. If there were some prestigious and knowledgeable elders in the village who could control the situation, then the plague could be completely controlled.

——————Of course, it was because the plague broke out so quickly that it aroused the villagers’ vigilance and led them to use hot water instead. If it had broken out later, it would have been a different matter.

The three of them entered the village and began to understand the situation. As expected, there was an elder in the village who was wise and experienced in dealing with things and took charge of the overall situation. Coupled with the unique geographical environment, except for the first few people and a few people who continued to drink raw water without believing in it, the rest of the villagers were able to escape.

Although it was only a temporary solution, it was better than nothing. At least they had waited for the doctor Duanmu Qing.

Duanmu Qing talked to the elder for a few words, called over an infected person with the mildest symptoms, and fed the medicine to him... Unfortunately, it had no effect.

Duanmu Qing did not give up and fed the fake death drug to a few more people, but it still had no effect.

"You can't fool this bug." Ji Zhao had a vague guess. He reached out and tapped his head, saying, "Perhaps, we have to stop here, and then the bug will leave."

Duanmu Qing also thought of this possibility. He looked a little ugly and shook his head: "...That can't be done."

It is easy to stop the heart from beating, lower the body temperature, enter a state of suspended animation and then come back to life, but it is also easy to stop the brain from functioning... just stopping it is easy, just like killing the grandfather in the grandfather paradox.

"Miracle doctor...how is it?" The elder's expectant voice came from the door of the room.

Duanmu Qing patted a few people, and his internal energy vibrated in a strange way, causing them to recover from their state of suspended animation. He then walked out the door and was about to express his powerlessness to the elders, but suddenly a shocking idea flashed through Ji Zhao's mind and occupied his entire brain in an instant.

"Wait..." Ji Zhao stopped Duanmu Qing and said to the elder, "Old man, I have a way that may save them, but this attempt may cost someone their life... So, find someone who is too sick to be saved and let me give it a try, how about that?"

Fengzhou is a place with a strong sense of clan consciousness and is usually xenophobic. If someone speaks like Ji Zhao in normal times, he will most likely be beaten.

Ji Zhao just spoke hastily without organizing his words, but now he realized that his words were a bit inappropriate, and immediately added: "Of course, if..."

"Okay!" However, the elder gritted his teeth and agreed, and took the three people to a room. Inside was the person who was the first to drink raw water and was infected. He was vomiting and having diarrhea, and his face was pale. With today's medical conditions, he was no different from a dead person.

Duanmu Qing looked at Ji Zhao with some surprise and nodded to him, but when he turned his head, a hint of coldness flashed between his brows where Ji Zhao and Mo Yu could not see.

[“No way…”]

"This bug is really vicious..."

Ji Zhao naturally didn't know about Duanmu Qing's emotional changes. He exclaimed in amazement on the side. No matter how many times he saw it, he was frightened. It was so fast from the onset of the disease to the loss of life.

"What are you going to do?" Duanmu Qing's lips moved slightly, and his voice was forced into silk threads and transmitted into Ji Zhao's ears. It was actually a secret sound transmission. This martial art had extremely high requirements for the solidity of internal energy. Anyway, Ji Zhao's voice could not be transmitted far, but it was definitely more than enough to respond to Duanmu Qing.

"Let it think it's dead..."

After leaving Duanmu Qing confused, Ji Zhao took a step forward, stretched out his hand and forcefully pried open the man's eyes. Hongyue's internal energy surged violently, causing Ji Zhao's pupils to be stained with scarlet.

Ji Zhao was going to use the martial arts that Fu Ge had used in the martial arts conference to "intimidate" others. This martial arts was called the God of Killing. By mixing killing intent with internal energy, the enemy would have the illusion that they were being killed. Ji Zhao didn't know the real name of this martial arts, but that didn't stop him from giving it a name, so he called it...

Consciousness cut!

The terrifying killing intent that had killed millions of people in the virtual world rolled in, and the killing god on the sea of ​​corpses and blood showed a ferocious posture. The breath of death approached and spread quickly...

That's right, since pretending to be dead for the body doesn't work, I guess I need to pretend to be dead for the brain, and this is the only martial art that can do that... To be honest, Ji Zhao has no idea if he can succeed, but now that things have come to this, he can only give it a try!

Regarding this matter, the man who claimed to be the King of Qin had done it to Fu Ge. To be honest, it was not simple. Ji Zhao's cultivation was not up to that level, but Ji Zhao knew how to kill people. His murderous intent was so strong that no one in the world could match it. Moreover, the person who was hit was a patient who had no ability to resist at all, and he had the intention to die because of the great pain. As a result, Ji Zhao, who should have had more cultivation than that, successfully led him to the imaginary "death".

call out.....!

Just as sweat began to appear on Ji Zhao's forehead, two or three black flashes suddenly shot out from the patient's ears!

Ji Zhao's method worked! The bugs that couldn't be forced out even after drinking the fake death drug, now came out under the pressure of the consciousness slash!

Duanmu Qing was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and with a burst of internal energy, he crushed the insects to death.

Ji Zhao persisted for a few more breaths, and after confirming that there were no insects, the scarlet in his eyes slowly faded away.

Duanmu Qing grabbed the man's hand and began to feel his pulse... After about half an incense stick of time, he finally came to a conclusion and said, "The speed at which the pulse changes has indeed slowed down... The bug is indeed the root of the disease!"

Duanmu Qing took out some medicine and fed it to the man. The man's condition was too serious and his body had been tortured for too long. Even if the worms were removed and medicine was fed, the probability of survival was still very slim... It could only depend on fate.

However, those with milder symptoms can be saved.

"How did you do that? Can you continue?"

Duanmu Qing spoke briefly and pulled Ji Zhao towards other patients.

"A type of soul-stealing martial art." Ji Zhao responded, "It can continue."

Duanmu Qing walked in front and sighed silently, with a hint of imperceptible complexity in his tone.