Chapter 39: Mere Flesh Wounds

Chen Mo held the Steel Spear with both hands, twisted his waist, and thrust the Steel Spear forward abruptly.

He could guess that the other party must be connected to the strange situation here; if he had the chance to interrogate them, he might be able to obtain more information, and perhaps even figure out the Grey Mist.

But everything had to be built upon one standard: that he could survive.

If he could not survive, then knowing or not knowing these things was not important.

Therefore, he only had one choice at the moment: kill the other party first.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; he dared not hold back in the slightest now. If the other party could survive being heavily wounded, that would be luck.

He would be able to interrogate them properly.

If the other party could not survive, then he could only blame his own bad luck.

Seeing that Chen Mo still would not give up, the Daoren steeled his heart and charged directly toward the long spear, while emitting an extremely hoarse and low, strange cry from his throat.

The Steel Spear pierced through his abdomen, bringing up countless amounts of blood.

The Daoren reached into his Huai, took out a Talisman, and crushed it. Chen Mo wanted to flick it up and away; with his strength, doing this was extremely simple.

Yet the other party's body seemed to become dozens or hundreds of times heavier in an instant, and no matter how he exerted his strength, he could not shake it even a fraction.

"Since you are seeking your own death, then don't blame me!" The Qingyi Daoren's tone was fierce; although his chest and abdomen were pierced, he seemed to have no sensation, and he used his hand to smear his own blood and quickly formed a spell gesture.

"Dutian Dao, passed down by the Ancestor, ten directions of ghosts and gods come to assist!"

Wisps of Blood Qi surged out from his body, and the strange disaster victim originally lying in the shack rushed toward Chen Mo like a black Wind.

"Clang!" Chen Mo swung his long spear and smashed it against the disaster victim.

It was like striking an incredibly hard boulder, and the recoil force almost made him unable to even hold the weapon in his hand.

Seeing this, the Qingyi Daoren revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth; he seemed to have used some kind of Secret Technique, and the wound on his abdomen stopped bleeding.

However, his complexion was slightly pale, and he sat on the ground with difficulty; it seemed that using this kind of Secret Technique was also no small burden for him.

Chen Mo leaped, pouncing directly toward him; the saying goes, to capture the bandits, first capture the king.

As long as he killed the other party, even if all the problems could not be solved easily, at least it would be better than now.

The strange disaster victim suddenly attacked Chen Mo; it had no weapon, and it opened its mouth to bite Chen Mo.

Chen Mo ignored it entirely, pressing straight toward the Qingyi Daoren.

"Rip..." The clothing on Chen Mo's back was torn away along with a large piece of flesh and blood, gushing blood poured out, and the remaining clothing on his back instantly stuck to his skin.

Seeing that Chen Mo was reckless and still attacking him, the Qingyi Daoren was terrified but helpless.

His control over this ghost was only barely sufficient; being able to make it attack Chen Mo was already not bad, and he could not control it carefully at all.

But now he could not care about anything else; his only remaining hand reached into his abdominal wound and began to forcefully grab his own internal organs, as bursts of clear Qi and turbid Qi constantly intertwined on his body.

The long spear had reached his throat; Chen Mo did not hold back and thrust forward with all his might.

The strange disaster victim also took this opportunity to crawl onto his back and bite off another piece of flesh.

The long spear pierced through his throat, and the means the Qingyi Daoren wanted to employ were, in the end, a step too slow.

Once the Qingyi Daoren was dead, although the strange disaster victim was still alive, its strength was far inferior to just a moment ago.

Chen Mo twisted his body and whipped it to death with one strike of his spear, stripped off his upper clothing, and began to stop the bleeding for his wounds.

The wounds on his back were extremely horrifying; each of the two wounds was nearly half a foot long and over an inch deep, the flesh and blood had been torn away, and the exposed bones inside could be seen.

If it were not for his confidence in his own recovery ability after his rebirth, Chen Mo would never have dared to sustain such wounds in this era.

If lucky, he would recover in two or three months; if unlucky, he could even lose his life.

Barely bandaging and stopping the bleeding, Chen Mo stopped worrying about the wounds on his back for the moment.

Walking to the side of the Qingyi Daoren, Chen Mo endured the pain of the wounds on his back being torn and began to search the other party's corpse.

He had seen clearly just now that the Qingyi Daoren had taken out a Talisman, and after using it, his body had become unknown times heavier.

Not only that, after using this Talisman, he was completely unaffected by the abdominal wound, and the pain seemed to have disappeared.

Moreover, the abdominal wound stopped bleeding rapidly; if he had not reached his hand into his abdominal cavity again, the wound even showed signs of gradually healing.

From this, it could be seen that this Talisman was definitely extraordinary; getting it into his hands, regardless of whether he could use it or not, was considered valuable.

Chen Mo searched the other party's body carefully; there was a porcelain bottle, and after shaking it, there should be a few pills inside.

There were also two more Talismans, and he did not know if they were the same as the previous one; Chen Mo did not dare to use them rashly.

The characters on these Talismans were not the common characters of Great Gan, and he could not understand them at all.

Additionally, there was a small pouch of money, containing seven or eight pieces of gold and a few pieces of loose silver.

This was not a small amount.

According to the official exchange rate of Great Gan, one tael of gold could be exchanged for eight taels of silver.

But this was the government-set price; the price of gold among the common people was relatively higher.

One tael of gold could probably be exchanged for eleven or twelve taels of silver, but just these few pieces of gold would be worth at least thirty or forty taels of silver.

It was no wonder this Qingyi Daoren was so wealthy; after all, this silk clothing alone must be worth a few taels of silver.

Finally, at his chest, Chen Mo also found a book; this book was not printed from paper pulp, but seemed to be made from the leather of some animal.

The material felt quite delicate to the touch, and the texture was very unique.

Chen Mo had no energy to look at this book and dragged the Daoren's corpse away.

He was not sure if people who died in this area would constantly revive like the disaster victims in the shack.

After walking with difficulty for more than ten zhang, Chen Mo finally saw the figure of Ma Cai.

His explosive speed was too fast, and those new recruits could not possibly catch up.

Not to mention, previously a comrade had been killed by having his chest pierced by the Qingyi Daoren's arm, which had brought too great a shock to them.

That Ma Cai was not stunned on the spot or fleeing in all directions, but could still think of supporting him, was already beyond Chen Mo's expectations.

"Brother Mo, are you alright, Brother Mo!" Ma Cai's face was pale, and he had crawled and stumbled all the way over.

"Did you bring wound medicine?" Chen Mo asked.

He first shook his head, then nodded, "I brought a packet of styptic powder." It seemed the series of encounters just now had indeed dealt him quite a shock.

"Hurry up and use it on me." Chen Mo tore open the wound on his back and proceeded to lie flat on the ground.

"That Qingyi Daoren is dead!" Ma Cai took out the medicinal powder, then immediately caught sight of the corpse not far away.

His heart could not help but be filled with immense astonishment; that Qingyi demon was so terrifying, yet Brother Mo was still able to slay him, which was enough to show that his strength was extraordinary.

"Right, stop with the nonsense, hurry up and apply the medicine!" Chen Mo urged.

Seeing the wound on Chen Mo's back, Ma Cai could not help but gasp; the wound was truly horrifying.

"Brother Mo, you're not in any serious trouble, are you?" After sprinkling the powder on, he asked, weighing his tone.

"Rest assured, I have practiced martial arts; these are merely flesh wounds, nothing serious." Chen Mo's voice remained full of vigor.

For him, this injury really did not count as anything serious.

Even for him, the medicinal powder had an effect when applied, though the injury Chen Mo sustained this time was far more severe than when he fought the Blood Monkey back then.

Even though he had undergone a rebirth, it likely would not be that easy for this wound to heal.

"Forget about everything else, let's go first." Chen Mo called out.

Ma Cai, however, remained rooted to the spot, his face filled with an expression of disbelief, and Chen Mo followed his gaze to look behind them.

(End of chapter)