Chapter 210: No Place to Hide

The Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's eyes contracted violently. In an instant, his body died.

The next instant, in the Bai family area of the Purple Earth, in a cramped alley, among the seven or eight homeless people lying there, a thin, dirty young man suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment his eyes opened, he instinctively held his neck, terror appearing in his eyes, and he looked around rapidly. After catching his breath a few times, his expression finally recovered.

But the panic in his eyes still couldn't dissipate in a short time.

"What's going on? That person just now..." This young man was the member of the Ghostly Quiet Clan. When his first identity was found by Xu Qing, although he was surprised, he didn't feel anything.

The second identity was located in the hinterland of the Zhou family. He was originally full of confidence. Unless the other party contacted the Zhou family to take action, it was impossible to break in. And once they contacted the Zhou family, he could therefore find out the other party's identity.

He had even thought about how to use this opportunity to escape. At that time, he could even turn the tables and let the other party know the terror of the Ghostly Quiet Clan.

In addition, although the transmission outside the Purple Earth was blocked now, he actually wasn't very panicked, because this kind of thing... clearly couldn't last long. In his judgment, at most three to five days, it would definitely be unblocked.

By then, no one could find him, even a Golden Core cultivator, even a Nascent Soul cultivator. They could kill him once, but he would eventually escape.

Actually, he had experienced similar things too many times, but only this time, this Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator felt something was wrong.

The other party not only found his second identity in an extremely fast time, but the person who arrived also gave him a feeling that seemed even stranger than himself.

Especially the other party using intestines to wrap around his neck and leaning over to say that sentence, which made this Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's mind tremble again.

"My master sends his regards. He told me to tell you, the game... has just begun."

"The game has just begun..." This Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator muttered, his body shivering. He realized that he should have encountered trouble. The other party was not only powerful but also possessed some extremely special means.

"Should I activate that body..." This Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator hesitated, looked around, and a trace of unwillingness appeared in his eyes. He had also prepared a body outside the city that could be activated at any time.

It was just that once used, it meant leaving the Purple Earth capital, which made him somewhat hesitant. After all, as long as he persisted in hiding here for a while, the blockade would end.

"Perhaps it's just a coincidence!" This Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator took a deep breath, looked around vigilantly. At this moment, the sky was bright, and the other homeless people in the alley were waking up one after another. This Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator quickly got up and walked toward the alley entrance.

His footsteps were somewhat weak; it was truly because although his talent ability was strong, every time he parasitized and woke up, the host had actually been devoured by him. To some extent, it was a corpse.

And after he occupied the magpie's nest, his own strength was like a mortal, needing a period of nourishment before gradually recovering combat power.

Unless he buried some talent power in advance, but this method consumed too much, so he only buried his divine soul in that body outside the city.

At this moment, while walking fast, his brain was still thinking rapidly.

"Damn it, in the past, I was in the dark and others were in the light, but this time it's reversed. Who exactly is that guy? Never heard of such strange things."

"Can control others? Not quite, but all control has a certain flow of aura, unless it is divine soul possession, but this kind of thing can only be done by Nascent Soul, and it cannot be done many times."

"That person is not a Nascent Soul powerhouse; the feeling he gives me is done by strangeness." This Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator analyzed in his heart. While walking out of the alley, he followed the street corner and walked rapidly toward the Purple Earth's transmission array.

He prepared to stay near the transmission array for the next period of time, waiting for the transmission array to be unblocked, and also to see if that mysterious person hiding in the dark could find him again.

But just as he had walked less than half an hour from that place, the moment he passed another alleyway, a hand suddenly reached out from the shadows and pressed firmly over his mouth, even sticking a finger inside to forcefully pry his jaws open, preventing him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.

All of this was too fast. Although the Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator reacted, this body of his was much slower. The next instant, a great force directly dragged his body and headed straight for the alley.

Whimpering sounds came from the Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's mouth. He widened his eyes, wanting to see the other party's appearance, but he couldn't turn his head. Until not long after, he was brought to an abandoned residence, and with a boom, he was pressed directly onto the ground.

Until this moment, he saw the person in front of him clearly. It was exactly the middle-aged cultivator who killed his first body yesterday.

The other party's eyes carried endless coldness. The moment he looked at him, the Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's mind shook. The next instant, his chin was forcefully pried off, and the intense pain made the veins on his forehead bulge.

And the prying off of the chin meant he couldn't bite his tongue to commit suicide, and at this moment, with his combat power not yet recovered, he couldn't commit suicide by other methods in front of the other party at all.

"Wuwu..." This Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator was about to make a sound, but Xu Qing in front of him raised his hand coldly, took out some poison powder, and sprinkled it on this person.

The toxicity of this poison powder was not great. It was usually mixed by Xu Qing, and the effect of the poison powder itself, after some reconciliation, could increase the body's sensitivity to all stimuli.

Right now, as the poison powder drifted and gradually sank into the other party's body, Xu Qing expressionlessly raised his hand and pinched the fingers of this Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator.

Crack, crack.

Pinching them to pieces bit by bit.

This pain made this Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's body shiver, especially the effect of the poison powder, which infinitely magnified this severe pain, finally turning into a storm roaring in his mind, becoming a shrill scream.

Even if his chin was broken, this sound formed by severe pain still couldn't be stopped from coming out of his throat, echoing in the surroundings.

Xu Qing listened to this sound, his expression not changing at all, only the hatred in his eyes rising, crushing the other party's hand into meat paste, and then feeding the other party a pill to keep him awake.

Then he continued, because although this Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator was screaming shrilly, his eyes, from beginning to end, did not reveal the terror Xu Qing was familiar with.

It seemed that from beginning to end, the other party's screaming was just screaming, and although the pain was painful, he was not afraid!

Thus, Xu Qing's gaze was even colder, and gradually the other party's entire arm became meat paste, followed by the other hand, which was also pinched to pieces bit by bit by Xu Qing.

Then Xu Qing took out a dagger, and amidst the Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's screams growing weak, he began to cut the other party's legs, not letting go of every inch of skin.

The ground was full of blood, but this Ghostly Quiet Clan member had not died yet, because Xu Qing's pill provided him with vitality.

Thus, the screams erupted shrilly again, but in these screams, a trace of provocation appeared in the Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's eyes.

"Do you know why I'm screaming? Because you are not the first to do this to me, nor the last, and I have already mastered the method of transmitting pain through sound." A divine sense voice came from the Ghostly Quiet Clan member's body.

The screams erupted shrilly again, and the sound continued to echo, as if he had split into two people.

"Because I know you don't dare to just kill me like this. You are taking revenge for Master Bai, right? When that old man died, he was still writing a letter. I don't know who it was written to, wouldn't it be you?"

"Although I don't know how you found me, I think you care more about the cultivator behind me, wanting to find the mastermind, right? This point, I know, I have the answer you want, but I... won't tell you."

This Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's eyes were blood-red, his screams continuous. Xu Qing raised his hand and punched his mouth directly, shattering it, sealing the minced meat in his mouth, making his screams unable to be transmitted.

But the voice in his body laughed wildly again.

"Do you know how I killed that old man? Haha, I originally wanted to parasitize that little girl named Ting Yu, but I felt it wasn't fun enough. Guess who I finally parasitized?"

Xu Qing stopped his hand, looking at the Ghostly Quiet Clan member laughing wildly there, his eyes gradually narrowing, and a terrifying fluctuation slowly spread from his body.

This scene made that Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's mind shake. The words he spoke and what he thought in his heart before actually had some subtle differences. He was indeed not afraid of death and was used to torture, but Xu Qing's ruthlessness still made his mind shake wildly.

Especially the other party, from beginning to end, didn't ask a single word, didn't say a single word.

It seemed the other party didn't care about anything, only immersed in the torture of himself, especially the movements were very skilled, without the slightest pause, and even avoided the blood vessels.

This scene made him realize that this skill... meant the other party had done this too many times.

"This is a madman, a pervert!"

" "

So he wanted to anger the other party, let the other party take action to kill himself. Although every parasitized body of his had long had a set, irreversible time of death, this time, he wanted to die early.

Xu Qing looked at this Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator in front of him. The totem on his back suddenly flashed, black flames rose instantly, not manifesting the Jin Wu shadow, but merging into Xu Qing's right hand, pressing on this Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's forehead.

The next instant, a huge suction force erupted. This Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's eyes widened, his body withered instantly, a large amount of blood and energy rose, heading straight for Xu Qing's right hand, and because of his intense emotional fluctuations before, finally a trace of origin mist was revealed and sucked out.

This trace of mist was the origin power of the Ghostly Quiet Clan.

Xu Qing didn't suck too much of the other party's origin during his first attack, so this time he tortured him to make his emotions fluctuate violently, so it would be more convenient for the Jin Wu to suck.

The moment before the Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator died, Xu Qing spoke softly, which entered the Ghostly Quiet Clan cultivator's ears.

"It's not over. We will meet in a while."

Looked at the dusty landing board

Looked at the dating information from the young ladies a week ago that hadn't been replied to...

Looked at the frequent invitations from the platinum big shots in the card group...

Little Little Mengxin withdrew his gaze with tears.

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