Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 115: Mark of the Underworld, Devouring, Yaoguandu, Old Patriarch, Land of Despair, I’m Coming In
Wujiang Mansion, inside the mysterious stone room.

A young man, naked to the waist, swallowed a red pill and meditated to adjust his breathing.

After the mana boiled, thick red steam emerged from the top of his head. The steam kept changing, as if it wanted to condense into a red lotus. However, after several changes, the red lotus on his head failed to condense and take shape. The success fell short. Reverse blood spurted out from its mouth.

The door of the stone chamber was suddenly pushed open by a middle-aged scribe.

"Teng'er, are you okay? Did the breakthrough fail?" The middle-aged scribe quickly walked to the young man's side and helped him up, saying sadly.

Under the light provided by the luminous pearl, a water-drop-shaped bloody mark on the young man's left chest is very eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, father, I still haven't been able to break through the process of refining qi and becoming a god, and I haven't been able to break through to the realm of a real person."

"A precious blood soul pill was wasted."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the next hell time, father." The young man said weakly. After speaking, he clenched his fist fiercely with a look of resentment on his face.

"The way of heaven is so unfair. If I was given another half a year to hone my magic power, I would definitely be able to break through to the realm of a real person. Why would I fall short?"

"It's a pity that I will enter that hellish place in another month."

Recalling the last encounter in the underworld, the young man couldn't help but feel a look of fear in his heart.

The last time he escaped from death in the underworld, he had some luck. This time he failed to break through to the real world, and he was afraid that he would be doomed this time.

"No!"

"no way!"

"Teng'er, you have to cheer up. You can't give up. There is still a chance. As a father, you only have one son. Your mother passed away early. Before she died, she asked me to take good care of you. You are only over 50 years old, and you have already cultivated your temper. The cultivation of Qi Transformation God in the later stage.”

"My son, you have the appearance of a true king!"

"Teng'er, you don't have to be afraid. As long as you kill another mark owner and get the remaining marks from him, given another half year, you will definitely be able to break through successfully."

"As a father, within a month, even if you go to poverty or fall into the underworld, I will find someone with the mark of the underworld to extend your life!"

"If you don't have the Blood Soul Pill, I will make another one for you as a father. Even if [-] people die, I will definitely find it for you."

In the secret room, the middle-aged scribe's painful, depressed, angry, and decisive roars echoed in the confined space.

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Yaoguandu is a remote ancient village.

Hundreds of years ago, a group of medicinal farmers with official surnames left the group to escape disaster and came to a mountain depression near Wujiang River to gradually develop and form an ancient town.

Because it is close to the Wujiang River, the people of Yaoguandu gradually changed their lifestyle and lived a life of collecting medicines as their main job and fishing as a side job.

In a small wooden house in Yaoguandu.

A few days ago, it was a moonlit night.

Gouwazi held his breath and did not dare to breathe out. His eyes were red and he huddled in a corner of the room. When he felt sleepy, he picked up the embroidery needle next to him and stabbed his thigh hard.

Only severe pain can relieve his sleepiness.

At this time, his arms and thighs were already covered with dense blood spots pricked by needles, which made people shudder.

"can not sleep!"

"I'll have that dream once I sleep!"

"I will dream about the old patriarch!"

"Many people have died. I don't want to die. I don't want to die!"

"Old patriarch, let us go, let Yaoguandu go, many people have died!"

"We were wrong."

After pricking himself with a needle and swallowing some refreshing herbs, Gouwazi sat in a corner of the room with dull eyes. His nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms, and even blood flowed out along his nails. Total disregard.

What if there was a regret medicine in the world!

If they hadn't done that that day, maybe things wouldn't have gotten as bad as they did now.

It's a pity that in Yaoguandu, which is composed of drug farmers, there is no regret medicine here, and no regret medicine can be collected!
At this time, Gouwazi's thoughts had leapt to more than ten days ago.

That was the day the old patriarch died.

The death of the old clan leader has become a taboo in Yaoguandu, and no one wants to mention it. The clan members silently arranged the funeral for the old clan leader in the tomb.

The dead are dead, and so are the living.

Seven days have passed. The townspeople thought this was the first seven days of an ordinary old man passing away. No one thought that since that day, evil things happened in Yaoguandu one after another.

At the beginning, livestock such as chickens and ducks died for no reason. The dead chickens and ducks were covered with a thin layer of frost, which was extremely strange.

The townspeople began to discuss whether it was some kind of strange disease or an evil spirit was coming to the town.

The next day, a pair of gray cloth shoes were picked up by villagers at the Wujiang Ferry. On this day, the entire Wujiang Ferry exploded.

Because these are the shoes of the old patriarch. Along with the shoes, they were washed to the shore, and four crooked characters appeared on the shore - I am back!
The writing was ugly, and it didn't look like it was written by human hands, but rather like it was written by some kind of wild beast.

Throw a handful of rice on the ground, and what the chicken pecks out will look better than the writing on the ground.

There is a lot of black mud around the characters. The residents of Yaoguandu, who make fishing as a side job, recognized it at a glance. This was the mud deep in the Wujiang River, and for some reason it appeared on the shore.

On this day, the little vitality that the entire Yaoguan Town finally regained was knocked down again. It was not even as good as the day when the old patriarch died, like a duck that had its throat pinched.

Everyone was silent and discussed behind closed doors.After all, the facts of that day were too disgraceful for them to tell.

At this time, someone was secretly discussing whether to find a mage to take a look.

Regardless of whether the old patriarch is back or not, there is probably an evil spirit here. It is better to find a mage to exterminate the evil spirit, otherwise it will be impossible to live this day.

At first, this idea was only spread among a few private circles, but later, like a plague, it spread throughout Yaoguandu and gained the support of almost the entire Yaoguandu town.

Enmity becomes enmity!

Many people were unable to face the situation before them, so they came up with such an idea immediately. Although a small number of people opposed this idea, due to the spread of panic, nothing could be done.

The sudden appearance of the shoes of the old patriarch who had long since died in the depths of Wujiang River, the strange words "I'm back", and the corpses of chickens and ducks that died for no reason in the town really frightened them.

The wealthy townspeople contributed money, and the poor contributed materials and people. They collected a large sum of money and prepared to go to Wujiang Mansion to find a powerful practitioner to kill the demons.

The man left on the morning of the third day.

Driving an ox cart, he brought his belongings and even two 500-year-old ginseng.

This old ginseng is still a relic of the old patriarch.

When the old patriarch was young, he was the most powerful herbal collector in Yaoguandu. When he went out to explore, he brought back a third-rate martial arts guide called "Gecko Wandering Dragon Skill".

The technique is not very strong, but it is extremely suitable for the Yaoguandu tribe, whose main business is collecting medicinal herbs. He has selflessly taught all the techniques to the tribe.

The old ginseng was probably acquired by the old patriarch accidentally somewhere.

Since the old patriarch's sons, daughters, and wives all died in accidents and had been widowed for many years, after the old patriarch's death, his remains were rummaged out by the townspeople when they were preparing for his funeral, and were placed in the ancestral hall of the town. Worship inside.

Now it just comes in handy to impress the spiritual masters.

However, the plan to hire experts went bankrupt as soon as they started preparing for action.

Those who went out came back within an hour.

All of them looked ashen and defeated, as if they were mourning for their heirs.

"It's over, Yaoguan Crossing is over." The officer leading the team said with trembling lips.

He is a town citizen who strongly advocates going out to hire a mage and is also the leader of the team. He is quite popular in the town, especially among the younger generation.

His Gekko Wandering Dragon Skill has long reached the level of a second-rate master, and his skills have already been cultivated to the level of great success.

There was only one reason that scared him out of his wits. It turned out that when they had just walked out of the town, a faint white mist appeared around them. The farther they went outside, the thicker the mist became, making it almost impossible to see anything.

With no way out, they could only hold hands and return the way they came.

Strangely enough, when they returned the same way, the fog in front of them slowly became thinner.

They were so happy that they decided to move on, and the fog suddenly became thicker again.

After doing this three times.

Guan Daniu was desperate and led all the young people back to Yaoguandu.

After this incident, the townspeople of Yaoguandu became even more panic-stricken. Some of the townspeople who did not believe in evil also tried to go out, but in the end they all came back with depressed faces.

Can't get out!

Yaoguandu has become desperate.

Can go in but not out.

Panic is brewing, and a depressing atmosphere visible to the naked eye hangs over Yaoguandu.

This small town is becoming increasingly desperate.

At this time, the panicked people finally remembered the kindness of the old patriarch.

Because many of them practice the "Gekko Wandering Dragon Kung Fu" which was taught by the old patriarch personally, and the old patriarch treated them with kindness and kindness.

Before this practice was practiced, dozens of people died every year in Yaoguandu from falling off a cliff while gathering herbs.

This means that at least a dozen families in Yaoguandu lose their young and middle-aged pillars every year.

After practicing the "Gecko Swimming Dragon Skill", the number of deaths dropped sharply to one or two, and even the income increased.

Decades later, it can be said that almost every family in Yaoguandu owes the old patriarch his life.

That night, everyone in Yaoguandu fell into reflection.

Some people secretly ran to the old patriarch's tomb and cried bitterly.

Some people ran to the shore of the Wujiang River ferry to kill chickens and burn yellow paper.

But those who ran to the ferry were shocked to find that the old cloth shoes of the old patriarch who had been pushed to the shore by the river... were missing.

A line of muddy footprints appeared on the muddy ground on the shore.

Look at the direction of those steps.

That is the direction into Yaoguandu Town.

At this time, four more twisted bloody characters appeared in the mud on the shore.

It is a large character composed of a pile of corpses of river fish that were eaten to pieces by strange animals.

I'm in!
(End of this chapter)