Chapter 21

Seeing Pei Ye pulled out the long rod, and Wu Wu Zai Gu collapsed to the ground.

He formed that hand seal again, falling back from Chun Shou into the real world. The fatigue from the depths of his spirit surged up immediately, and his head throbbed with pain.

Enduring the pain, he took out that black talisman, dripped blood on it, and stuffed it into his throat. In just an instant, his abdomen felt like it was being crushed, and the severe pain knocked him to the ground.

A strong pulling sensation came from his abdomen, as if a hand was grabbing his stomach, along with a large mass of organs such as his liver, lungs, kidneys, and spleen, wanting to pull them all out through his throat. Seeing Pei Ye retched violently, spat the black talisman onto the ground, pressed his chest and abdomen, and let out a "ha."

The two-hour limit of the Small Jiao Heart is for those above the Four Veins, and for a flesh-and-blood body without True Qi protection, it is like fat meat by a wolf's mouth in front of it.

Taking it out hard is immediate death, not taking it out is slow death. When Seeing Pei Ye swallowed it, he was already mentally prepared.

He climbed up with effort, tore off the black cloth covering the fire, and the ghostly light filled the cellar again.

Seeing Pei Ye picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground, turned his head back, and Wu Wu Zai Gu was still not dead.

Seeing Pei Ye walked to him with one light step and one heavy step. He stared with bloodshot eyes, his mouth open silently, his limbs twitching slightly.

Seeing Pei Ye stared at this face that was constantly spitting out blood foam for a while, then suddenly raised his leg and stomped heavily on it.

No words, no technique, silently, explosively, stomping on this face with all his might, one foot after another, like beating a dull old drum in a quiet cellar. Until it was bloody and unrecognizable, Seeing Pei Ye stopped, panting, and then stepped on it with his foot, raising his sword to saw off this head.

After catching his breath, he turned his head to face the rustling sound behind him—on the other side of the room, the monster leaning against the wall had already stood up.

The process of it repairing its body once again showed that kind of intelligent instinct—even though there were still broken wounds on its body, its limbs were already able to move. At the broken arm, the bones and tendons connected first, but the flesh did not grow at all. It was maximizing its ability to quickly restore combat capability.

But when it was truly treated as a terrifying opponent, it showed instinctual intelligence—even though it couldn't walk steadily, it had already started to attack him by crawling and walking.

Seeing Pei Ye stared fixedly at this monster that was like a lizard and a Tuo dragon. He had already understood how all this happened, and thus became even more speechless.

"Dragon Tongue..." Seeing Pei Ye looked down at the sharp rod in his hand.

And then he raised his head and looked at the monster expressionlessly: "Is this the delicacy you cooked with people, Supreme One True Dragon Immortal Lord?"

The monster pounced, leaping across the narrow space. Seeing Pei Ye twisted his body to dodge and drew his sword.

The sharp bronze rod pierced into the hideous body, and the monster stiffened suddenly, like a snowman melting under high temperature. The hard scales and sharp bone spurs all softened, turning into a ghostly blue viscous paste, climbing rapidly along the bronze rod, and being sucked into the "Dragon Tongue," stored in the gourd-shaped container at the end.

The cellar finally became completely quiet.

But the mutation appeared again.

Seeing Pei Ye couldn't react in time. The hand holding the rod had already been climbed by the ghostly blue light. The blood vessels in his entire forearm seemed to have been replaced by this energy, glowing with ghostly blue light, as if covered with blue cracks.

A feeling of coldness and power appeared in his forearm at the same time, as if through this connection, he intuitively felt the craving of the "Dragon Tongue" in his hand.

For it, perhaps after sucking in this first not-so-delicious sacrificial offering, the ritual had officially begun, and it couldn't wait to seek the second delicacy.

If it couldn't be supplied, perhaps it would suffer the kind of "backlash" that the black-robed person suffered last night.

Seeing Pei Ye sneered. As a dying person, what else was there to fear from backlash?

He raised his hand to throw the rod away, but as soon as his forearm was raised, it suddenly went out of his control. The rod, like a greedy evil snake, bit fiercely into his abdomen.

Seeing Pei Ye really couldn't imagine what kind of scene was in his abdomen now.

First, the old injury caused by True Qi erupted, then the spider-web-like spread and parasitism of the Small Jiao Heart, and now it was being pierced and wantonly sucked by a bronze rod less than two fingers thick.

Seeing Pei Ye gritted his teeth and hooked the corner of his mouth. Anyway, it was death, so he might as well suffer more torture.

But soon he realized something was wrong. Although the pain was so vivid and real, and there was a constant feeling of "loss" in his abdomen, this "loss" made him feel more and more relaxed, as if some shadow pressing on his life was fading away bit by bit.

He suddenly understood—the Small Jiao Heart, the Dragon Tongue was devouring the Small Jiao Heart!

This magical artifact sent by the state office also turned into a ghostly blue viscous paste, only much richer, to the point of carrying some light purple. These pastes climbed along the dense carvings on the bronze rod and soon filled the gourd at the top.

A thought of satisfaction came.

A bad foreboding welled up in Seeing Pei Ye's heart, because he felt that the "Dragon Tongue" in his hand had produced another vague impulse—it was going to carry out the last step of the ritual.

Before he could think further, twelve ghostly blue tentacles bloomed suddenly, binding his body.

With a "clatter," the bronze rod fell to the ground, losing all its light. The gourd at the top detached from it, like a spider or octopus with twelve long legs, and in Seeing Pei Ye's chilling gaze, it drilled into the blood hole in Seeing Pei Ye's abdomen.

A scorching heat like steaming and cooking came from his abdomen, and he didn't know what was going to happen.

Seeing Pei Ye leaned over to pick up the unrecognizable head, gritted his teeth, stepped forward, pushed open the door, and came to another cellar room. The six people who had left before were all unconscious on the ground, and the ghostly blue on their foreheads was slowly fading.

Seeing Pei Ye passed through this cellar room and came to the ground. The rain was still falling, and the wind with rain threads brushed against his body. Seeing Pei Ye took a deep breath of the damp and cool air, but the scorching heat in his abdomen did not subside in the slightest.

Seeing Pei Ye stood on the spot to identify the direction, and walked toward the distance, swaying.

His chest and abdomen felt like they were burning, but the pain caused by various injuries could no longer be felt. Those hundred cold iron needles seemed to have been melted by this heat.

But the fatigue of his body and the throbbing pain in his head did not diminish in the slightest. In the dark and rainy night, Seeing Pei Ye, holding the ghostly fire and moving with difficulty, looked like a ghost shadow.

Walking out of the forest, crossing the fields, finally getting closer, the hazy shadows of buildings appeared in the night sky ahead.

Seeing Pei Ye came to this familiar door. The beast-head door knocker was still quietly inlaid on it. The scene of last night seemed to reappear, but Seeing Pei Ye already knew that no one would come to answer the door this time.

Climbing over the courtyard wall with his remaining strength, there was no one in the courtyard, and two coffins were placed in the open hall.

Seeing Pei Ye lowered his head and shuffled toward them.

The wind howled and the rain was urgent, white banners fluttered, the wind passed through the hall, the eternal lamp flickered wildly, and the sobbing sound was like a dirge between heaven and earth.

A ghost shadow, before the two spirits, slowly raised the head in his hand and smashed it heavily onto the coffin lid.