Chapter 326

The bodies of these dried demon rat corpses were almost all incomplete.

Some were missing both eyeballs, leaving only two pitch-black holes.

Some had a forelimb that had vanished, leaving only three legs.

Some had their abdomens sliced open, with their hearts missing.

That largest dried demon rat corpse, although its limbs were intact, had two long blood grooves on its back, as if some other important thing had been extracted.

Wang Yu examined these dried corpses for a moment, a guess vaguely forming in his mind; he patted the storage bag at his waist, and a burst of white mist immediately sprayed out, sucking all these dried corpses into it.

After he checked this underground hall one more time and found nothing else, he formed a hand seal with one hand, white clouds sprouted beneath his feet, and he soared into the air, disappearing directly into the white mist above.

"Whoosh!"

Wang Yu flew out from the well, landed lightly in the courtyard, and then looked up, letting out a long howl.

The howl sounded like a dragon's roar and also like an ape's cry, resounding through the entire sky.

In a moment's time, Bai Guang flew over from the nearby dense forest wrapped in a mass of cold air; after a few flashes, it lay down on the nearby ground and shook its head repeatedly at Wang Yu, its master, seemingly having gained nothing.

Wang Yu remained calm, and after waiting in place for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a black shadow flickered in the dense forest on the other side, and Da Lu darted out from the forest, its back vaguely carrying something.

Seeing this, Wang Yu narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, Da Lu took a few leaps and landed steadily in front of Wang Yu, with a fainted girl of thirteen or fourteen years old lying on its back.

"Woo-woo."

Da Lu also crouched down on all fours, making "woo-woo" sounds at Wang Yu, though it was unclear what it wanted to say.

"Put the person down first; I will examine her."

Da Lu shook its body, throwing the fainted girl off its back.

Wang Yu flicked his sleeve, and an invisible force surged out, catching the girl's body steadily and lifting it directly to his front.

He swept his gaze over her.

Although the girl's hair was messy and disheveled and her clothes were tattered, one could still vaguely see her beautiful and delicate features; however, her eyes were tightly shut, her face was pale, and she appeared exceptionally haggard.

Wang Yu's gaze shifted and landed on a "Tong" character embroidered on the corner of the girl's skirt.

"The Tong family."

Wang Yu muttered, crystal light flashing in the depths of his pupils as if he were pondering something; after a good while, he reached out a hand to grab the girl's wrist, as if to take her pulse.

The next moment, the girl suddenly opened her eyes, revealing jade-green, eerie slit pupils, and a jade-green short blade appeared in her hand out of nowhere, stabbing toward Wang Yu's abdomen like lightning, with incredible speed.

"Crack!"

A large hand wrapped in pale golden mist had long since reached behind the girl's neck; with a burst of strength from his five fingers, he snapped the girl's neck directly, and the arm that had been stabbing out froze and stopped.

But the terrifying thing was that even though the girl's head hung down limply, her eyes did not blink, and at the same time, a strange smile appeared on her face, and a violent aura erupted from her body.

Wang Yu felt a jolt and, without thinking, lifted his leg.

"Whoosh."

The girl's body was kicked hard, turning into a 'cannonball' and shooting toward the distant dense forest.

With a "Boom," the girl's body exploded in mid-air, and a mushroom-cloud-like fire cloud shot into the sky, engulfing everything within a radius of several zhang.

Wang Yu watched this shocking scene with a gloomy face; he flicked his sleeve, and a black light shot out.

After a "Bang," a black flying knife was pinned into a large tree at the edge of the ruins.

On the trunk that had appeared empty, after a blur, a green gecko a foot long emerged beneath the flying knife, its body twisting desperately, and it was actually biting a blood-colored talisman in its mouth.

"Oh? The people sent by the Luori Sect this time are not stupid; it seems a mere puppet cannot solve this."

As soon as these words were spoken, a figure turned into a gust of wind and rushed to the front of the large tree; looking at the giant gecko pinned by the black flying knife, he asked coldly:

"Who are you, and what does this have to do with the destruction of the Tong family?"

The figure was none other than Wang Yu.

This gecko demon beast had appeared silently when Da Lu returned with the girl, but to think it could deceive his divine sense with just a bit of concealment was wishful thinking.

As for the self-destructing girl, everything on the surface looked normal, but how could the faint, inescapable stench of a corpse emanating from her body deceive his overclocked sense of smell?

"Hehe, who I am is not important; I believe we will meet very soon." A man's cold laugh came from the talisman.

Following that, with a "Puff," the talisman turned into a fireball and exploded, directly reducing the gecko to a pile of ashes.

Seeing this, Wang Yu's eyes flashed.

This person's methods were so decisive and ruthless; it seemed they would be difficult to deal with, and those three Luori Sect disciples had likely fallen into their hands.

Sure enough, there was outside interference in the destruction of the Tong family.

He then released several strands of divine sense, sweeping through the surrounding area of several miles; after confirming there was nothing suspicious, he walked slowly to the place where the girl had self-destructed and took a look.

The fire cloud had long since disappeared, leaving only a huge crater in place, with some flesh and blood fragments scattered around.

He grabbed at the void with one hand.

The soil at the edge of the crater stirred, and a charred half-arm sprang out, landing directly in his hand.

Wang Yu's gaze sharpened.

He saw that the surface of the arm was charred, but the blood flowing from it was black, and deep within the flesh, one could see dense white hairs, as if they filled the entire severed arm.

"Corpse refining, Moluo Sect?" Wang Yu muttered, a cold glint appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Da Lu, where did you find this refined corpse? Take me there to see."

The black-green iron-headed crocodile heard this, let out a hissing sound, and turned into a black shadow, burrowing into the forest.

Wang Yu formed a hand seal, a white cloud sprouted beneath his feet, lifting himself and Bai Guang, and he followed behind it unhurriedly.

Da Lu was like a small giant beast sprinting in a straight line on the ground; wherever it passed, trees of all sizes were pushed aside, actually crushing out a straight path.

Seeing this, Wang Yu's heart stirred.

As Da Lu's cultivation progressed, its skin and flesh were becoming increasingly thick and tough; the Sixiang Sect was famous for beast taming and had many secret techniques to enhance the bodies of spirit beasts; he would have to learn one when he had the chance.

The black-green iron-headed crocodile ran for seven or eight miles in one breath, rushed directly out of this dense forest, and arrived at a pile of white rubble, stopping in front of a stone cave a zhang high.

Wang Yu swept the inside with his divine sense and walked in without hesitation.

The interior of the stone cave was not large, only thirty or forty square meters; apart from three white oval boulders standing against the side, there was nothing else.

Wang Yu's gaze landed on one of the boulders.

There was a black bloodstain on the surface of this boulder.

What was even stranger was that his divine sense was actually blocked outside by these three boulders and could not penetrate them.