Chapter 668 Human Immortal Religion (2)
Uncle Tong Cheng suddenly felt a chill creeping up his spine, as if something indescribable was peering at him.
The surroundings were empty, and he was the only one breathing in the room. What else could be there?
And that peach tree that was supposed to be full of green, lost all its vitality, and flew into ashes when he touched it.
Tong Shucheng slowly turned around and glanced solemnly at the small house where he had lived for decades, somewhat afraid to move.
Could it be that corpse?
A strange thought popped up in his mind and expanded rapidly.
He vaguely remembered the rumors about demon cultivators using the energy of living beings to nourish their bodies, heal injuries and prolong life, or improve their cultivation.
However, he couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart.
After all, the body, no matter how he explored it, was just a shell that had lost all life characteristics.
Although he strangled his neck and forced him to take him back,
But after he came back, he checked several times and found that his ghost was gone.
The heartbeat and pulse are cut off in the physical body, and he looks like a dead person no matter how he looks.
Just as Uncle Tong was thinking about it, several low and urgent calls suddenly sounded outside the courtyard:
"Brother Tong! Brother Tong!"
The voice penetrated the silence of the night, with a hint of anxiety.
The voice was deliberately suppressed to the point where it was almost indistinguishable.
Tong Shucheng's already tense mood suddenly became extremely tense, as if it was about to break in the next moment.
His body remained motionless, and his heart was extremely alert.
Tong Shucheng slowly mobilized the spiritual energy in his body, so that his hearing was amplified dozens of times in an instant.
Every slight sound around him was clearly transmitted to his ears, even the rustling of leaves in the distance became particularly clear.
At the same time, his right hand quietly slid towards the magic weapon on his waist, ready to deal with possible crises at any time.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, until three long and two short knocks came from outside the courtyard.
Hearing this voice, Tong Shucheng's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the alertness in his heart also eased a bit.
He took a deep breath, stepped towards the gate of the courtyard, and with a flick of his fingers, unlocked the legal restrictions on it.
"Creak~"
Accompanied by a slightly old-fashioned sound of the door shaft turning, the courtyard door slowly opened, and a short figure came into view.
This man was short in stature, like a dwarf, no more than three or four feet tall.
But his face looks like that of a middle-aged man.
The two mustaches were slightly upturned and curled at the corners of his mouth, adding a bit of humor to him.
Despite his short stature, the man exuded a sense of competence.
Tong Shucheng suddenly changed his expression and stepped forward with a smile.
"Brother Tong, there should be something to fish over there in Xiling Mountain." As soon as the dwarf entered, he lowered his voice and spoke quickly,
"A few days ago, I heard that a few great monks over there were fighting for unknown reasons. The situation suddenly changed, and many people died as a result."
"Nowadays, the residual power of supernatural powers still remains in that area, and ordinary monks would not dare to set foot there easily."
"But if we go together to collect the bodies of the monks who were killed in the aftermath, I think it's okay."
The so-called collecting the corpse is just a nice thing to say, but in reality it is just touching the property on the corpse.
This dwarf is known as the Dwarf. As for his real name, Tong Shucheng doesn't know.
The two usually work together, specializing in activities that wander into gray areas.
The arrival of the gopher today was undoubtedly for this unscrupulous errand.
Faced with the suggestion of the gopher, Tong Shucheng was obviously not interested.
After all, his mind was obviously not here at the moment, and his eyes glanced at the cabin from time to time.
Just when he was trying to find an excuse to refuse,
The gopher suddenly stopped talking, his nose twitching slightly in the air: "The smell of blood?"
His brows were furrowed, and his eyes searched around the room, finally settling on the open space next to Tong Shucheng.
"Brother Tong, I remember that there were several old peach trees with lush branches and leaves in your courtyard. Why are they empty when I see them today, with not even a leaf missing?"
Tong Shucheng did not directly respond to the gopher's question about the disappearance of the peach tree. Instead, he had many thoughts in his mind, and an idea took shape in an instant.
The corner of his mouth curled up and he said with a smile: "I don't know what I know, but by chance, I recently obtained the complete body of a high-level real person and am planning to refine it into a silver corpse."
The corpses of high-level real people are not uncommon, but the word "complete" is extremely rare.
Fighting between monks is often fierce and difficult to control.
After a big war, it will inevitably end up in pieces.
Therefore, it is rare to find a complete organ, let alone an intact corpse.
Refining zombies, especially silver zombies and even higher-level zombies, has almost strict requirements for the integrity of the corpse.
From the skull to the fingertips, from the internal organs to the skin, no part is missing.
When the gopher heard this, his eyes rolled.
A sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he held his hands in laughter and said:
"In this case, I would like to congratulate Brother Tong in advance. Once the silver corpse is refined, Brother Tong's strength will be greatly increased, and I will also benefit a lot!"
Hearing this, Tong Shucheng deliberately lengthened his tone, sighed, and frowned slightly, as if he had a heavy burden in his heart:
"My dear brother, I'm afraid your congratulations are premature. The refining of this silver corpse is far more difficult than I imagined, and it cannot be accomplished overnight."
Seeing this, the Drilling Rat comforted him: "Brother Tong, you practice the orthodox method of corpse spirit way. You should be familiar with the art of refining zombies. A mere silver corpse, what does it mean to you?" Will it be difficult?”
Tong Shucheng shook his head gently, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"My dear brother, I don't know. Although the corpse spirit path is regarded as a side path, it also pays special attention to the balance of yin and yang."
"To control zombies, you need to have enough Yang Qi to neutralize the overwhelming Yin Qi in the zombies and achieve perfection."
"If not, it will be extremely vulnerable to being eaten by zombies."
"And the body of this high-level real person has such heavy Yin energy that it is really difficult for me to control it."
"Although I am determined to refine it, I am also worried that my own yang energy cannot completely neutralize it. If the refining fails, not only will all my previous efforts be wasted, but I may also suffer the consequences."
When the gopher heard this, his heart couldn't help but move.
He rubbed his hands and seemed a little impatient: "Brother Tong, if you really find it difficult to control this corpse, why not hand it over to me? I also have a lot of research on corpse refining, maybe I can find a way."
Tong Shucheng gently glanced at the gopher with the corner of his eye, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"It's not impossible to hand it over to you. It's just that I have already processed this body and spent a lot of thought and materials on it."
When the gopher heard this, he immediately understood.
Without saying a word, he took out a heavy cloth bag from his arms and stuffed it into Tong Shucheng's hand. The bag was filled with spiritual stones that shone alluringly:
"Brother Tong, don't worry. How can I let you suffer when we are brothers? These spiritual stones should be regarded as the cost of purchasing this body."
Tong Shucheng did not count the number of spiritual stones in the bag in his hand, but nodded gently, already thinking about it.
He secretly calculated that once the gopher left with that strange corpse, he would be able to take the opportunity to escape and fly far away from the place of right and wrong.
After all, this corpse not only exuded indescribable weirdness,
It reminded him of the faint sounds of conspiracy heard outside the forest after digging the grave.
If those people follow the clues and find this place, they will inevitably be involved in an unnecessary disaster. These are the conclusions he reached after he calmed down and thought carefully.
The two walked into the house, and the gopher couldn't wait to step forward and began to carefully examine the condition of the body.
His fingertips flashed with a faint green light, and he accurately placed on several key acupoints on the body.
As the green light flashed, the gopher's brow gradually relaxed, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face:
"This person has survived at least seven or eight thunder tribulations in his life, and his strength is extraordinary. If he can be refined into a zombie, he may have the potential to be promoted to a golden corpse."
Mentioning the "golden corpse", the burrower couldn't help but have a flash of heat in his eyes.
The golden corpse corresponds to the existence of the Half-Step Yang Shen True Monarch, and his strength is enough to make countless real people jealous.
For him, being able to obtain a golden corpse was a rare treasure that could only be found.
Just as the gopher was about to pick up the body, a subtle but clear rustling sound quietly sounded outside the house.
Although the sound was small, it was enough to make Tong Shucheng and Drilling Rat instantly alert.
They exchanged wary glances, then walked out of the house in tacit agreement and carefully patrolled the courtyard.
The moonlight shines in the quiet courtyard, and everything seems calm, but the tension in the air is impossible to ignore.
The two searched every corner carefully, but apart from the gentle sound of the night wind blowing through the leaves, they did not find anything unusual.
"It's probably the night wind that's causing trouble."
Tong Shucheng breathed a long sigh of relief, but just when he was about to let down his guard,
When he was about to turn around and go back to the house, the scene in front of him suddenly shocked him, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Behind the courtyard wall, a bamboo forest that was originally lush and vibrant had disappeared without a trace.
Tong Shucheng's eyes widened and he looked at the empty land in disbelief, his mind going blank.
You know, although the bamboo forest is not vast, it is densely covered with thousands of bamboos, including some giant bamboos that are thirty feet high.
Tong Shucheng tried his best to remember. At the moment when the gopher came in, he still clearly remembered the existence of the bamboo forest.
However, at this moment, the bamboo forest disappeared for no reason, as if it had never existed.
Such a change made Tong Shucheng feel unprecedented fear and uneasiness.
There was an indescribable chill in his heart, as if some unknown force was secretly watching him.
At this moment, Tong Shucheng even had the urge to run away.
The gopher followed Tong Shucheng's gaze and immediately understood,
He took a deep breath, with a bit of uncertainty and testing in his voice:
"Brother Tong...you...did you practice some kind of magic skill?"
As he spoke, his eyes flickered and he was wary.
Hearing this, Uncle Tong's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.
He is just a real person from the Three Tribulations, even if there is some magic power around him,
With his current level of cultivation, it would never be possible for him to cause such a bizarre phenomenon.
In this delicate atmosphere, a deafening roar suddenly came from the house,
It was as if something heavy collapsed, breaking the silence of the night.
Tong Shucheng's expression changed, and he had no time to care about the mole's question. He flashed and rushed into the house.
The house was in a mess. The bed where the body was originally placed was now in a mess.
The bed collapsed, and the body lay quietly on the pile of stones.
Tong Shucheng quickly scanned the surroundings, but apart from the obvious signs of damage, he found nothing else.
"What on earth is going on?"
Tong Shucheng stared at the collapsed bed in front of him, and his doubts became even greater.
This bed was made of spiritual stones that had lost their spiritual energy, and then adhered with magic power. It was extremely solid and could not be shaken by ordinary things.
At this moment, it collapsed like a fragile rotten wood.
Tong Shucheng took a deep breath, walked forward, and prepared to pick up the body.
But when he used all his strength, the body was like taking root, motionless.
He was startled and quickly called the mole. The two of them worked together and did their best, but the body was still as stable as a mountain, without any sign of movement.
Tong Shucheng thought to himself and realized that something was wrong.
He punched hard and smashed the bed board under the body.
At this moment, a blood vessel as thick as an adult's thigh and with a strange color suddenly came into view.
It extended from the back of the body and penetrated deeply into the earth.
Tong Shucheng's face suddenly became solemn. He had no time to care about the mole's extremely shocked look.
He turned around and rushed out of the house, heading straight to the place where the peach trees had disappeared before.
He waved the magic weapon in his hand and began to dig.
After a while, several blood vessels with the same bright red color and strange breath appeared from the soil, which seemed to echo the blood vessels on the body in the house.
A legend came to Tong Shucheng's mind.
About those geniuses with special physiques and extraordinary talents, they don't need to sit and practice,
their bodies can naturally absorb spiritual energy from the world, just like fish breathing in water.
After the death of such geniuses, their bodies also retain this talent.
If they are buried underground for a long time, they will gradually turn into a natural treasure called "blood ginseng".
Blood ginseng is transformed from corpses,
but it is not comparable to ordinary corpses, but a treasure containing endless spiritual energy.
The blood vessels extending from it are like the veins of the earth, constantly absorbing spiritual energy from all directions,
nourishing the corpse and gradually transforming it.
Thinking of this, Tong Shucheng suddenly realized why there was a special person guarding the wild forest where the corpse was buried.
It turned out that this was not an ordinary corpse at all, but an extremely precious blood ginseng!
At this moment, unprecedented greed surged in his heart.
At the same time, Uncle Tong Cheng suddenly had the idea of killing someone.
The mole who was practicing Yin Men with him should also know the effect of blood ginseng.
If he could kill it, he could occupy the blood ginseng alone.
But he never thought that the mole had the same idea.
The two magic weapons rushed towards each other almost at the same time and began to fight.
In an instant, a deep voice suddenly came from the house:
"Stop, come to see me..."
Along with it, there were blood veins that suddenly grew on the ground, tightly wrapping around the ankles of the two. (End of this chapter)