Chapter 22: Who Said There Is No Poison Aimed at Skin?

After being smashed in the face, Steward Zhang rotated to unload the attack, but he still couldn't understand. The poison he gave Tao Yaoye was his masterpiece. He didn't know how many cultivators had died with hatred, so how could it fail?

Tao Yaoye didn't answer. After confirming that the parrot was indeed Miss Shang's, she became vigilant.

Everyone in the township knew that there was a talking demon bird flying around. If the Shang family had sent someone to look for it, they could have found the parrot. How could there be these things later?

The Shang family's actions violated common sense, so there must be a problem!

Coupled with Miss Shang's attitude of keeping people thousands of miles away, it didn't look like driving people away, but rather saying that the Shang family was in danger, urging them to leave quickly.

A lazy voice came from behind, answering for Tao Yaoye: "The Seeking Dao Sect's introductory course includes 1,800 common poisons and their antidotes. Do you want to see them?"

Steward Zhang's proud poison was a joke in the eyes of the Seeking Dao Sect. No matter how good you are at refining poison, can you be stronger than the poison refined by our Dan Ding Peak?

Steward Zhang turned his head abruptly and found Lu Yang leaning against the door frame with his ancient sword in his arms, looking at himself with a smile.

Steward Zhang knew that Tao Yaoye was not the prey, he was.

He asked in a deep voice: "How did you discover me?"

He didn't think he had shown any flaws. The Shang family was under his control, and no one leaked the secret.

When Shang Yuan and Lu Yang were talking in the room, he was worried that releasing his spiritual sense would be detected, so he changed to eavesdropping, thereby learning that Lu Yang and the other were disciples of the Seeking Dao Sect.

But at that time, Shang Yuan didn't reveal his identity either.

Steward Zhang's hearing was very good, and even writing and drawing couldn't escape his ears.

Lu Yang smiled: "Do you know what the parrot said in the township?"

"What words?"

"It said 'Who are you, where is Zhang Guanjia?'"

"At first we thought the parrot was looking for Zhang Guanjia, but later we found that it was just repeating it simply. At that time, I was thinking, Zhang Guanjia doesn't wander the rivers and lakes, where did the parrot hear this sentence?"

"Do you think it's possible that the parrot didn't say 'Who are you, where is Zhang Guanjia?', but 'Who are you, where is Steward Zhang?'"

Lu Yang thought of a scene:

Twenty days ago, Miss Shang accidentally discovered that Steward Zhang had been replaced, so she asked in horror, "Who are you, where is Steward Zhang?", then knocked over the bird stand, scaring the parrot into flying away. This was the last sentence the parrot heard, so in the tailor shop, facing Township Head Huang, the parrot repeated this sentence.

Perhaps the parrot's pronunciation was not standard, or perhaps Township Head Huang's first reaction was Zhang Guanjia, whom he had the most contact with. In short, the parrot's sentence became "Who are you, where is Zhang Guanjia?".

Steward Zhang was furious, not expecting that the silly bird that only knew how to repeat would ruin his plan.

If he had known this, he should have killed it!

Steward Zhang was not in the rivers and lakes for the first day. Facing the siege of the two, he laughed: "I am in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. If I want to escape, can you stop me?"

Tao Yaoye was a bit anxious. If Steward Zhang escaped, she would only have to report to the sect and let the senior brothers and sisters handle it, and whether the trail could be traced was another matter.

This made Tao Yaoye feel a bit ashamed. She had completed two missions, but didn't expect an accident in the third mission.

Lu Yang was still in that calm manner, making Steward Zhang feel uneasy: "Didn't you think that if you can poison us, we can't poison you?"

Steward Zhang relaxed when he heard this and said disdainfully: "I thought it was something. Poison, what's the use of that thing to me?"

Speaking of this, Steward Zhang's skin became loose and sagging, just like a snake shedding its skin. The skin and flesh separated. The shed skin was a complete human shape, standing in the center of the room, with empty facial features, staring straight at Tao Yaoye, making people's hearts creepy. The body without skin fell to the ground with a thud.

Painted Skin Ghost.

Tao Yaoye's expression was solemn, knowing why Steward Zhang said poison was useless.

Poison has always been aimed at the flesh, accurately speaking, the internal organs, muscles, and meridians. Steward Zhang is a Painted Skin Ghost, and his body is a piece of skin. Who would poison the skin?

And how could there be poison specifically aimed at the skin? At the very least, Steward Zhang had never heard of it?

Lu Yang knew.

Steward Zhang was about to show off his body, but was horrified to find that water blisters the size of green beans grew on his feet, peeling layer by layer. The blisters were swollen, painful, and itchy. They broke as soon as they were scratched. Steward Zhang only rubbed the ground a few times, and yellow thick liquid flowed out.

"This, what is this?!" Steward Zhang's tone was a bit horrified.

Steward Zhang had never encountered such a thing. When had he been poisoned?

"Athlete's foot."

"What?" Steward Zhang thought he had misheard.

"You think I've been talking to you for a long time just to chat? No, I was waiting for you to get sick."

"I expected you to come to Tao Yaoye, so I left poison that causes athlete's foot in this wing room in advance!"

Steward Zhang's face turned pale.

Tao Yaoye's face turned black.

Lu Yang smiled ferociously, approaching Steward Zhang step by step, scaring Steward Zhang into retreating repeatedly, sitting on the ground with a thud.

"You, how did you know I was a Painted Skin Ghost?!" If he hadn't known he was a Painted Skin Ghost in advance, how could he have poisoned him so specifically!

The most critical thing is that Steward Zhang had never heard of any Painted Skin Ghost getting athlete's foot!

Now his feet were itchy, almost crazy, and he even had the idea of cutting off his feet, forcing him to spend most of his energy and magic power to suppress the toxicity, and he couldn't escape at all.

Suddenly, Steward Zhang's eyes blurred, and Lu Yang disappeared out of thin air.

"How is it possible!" Steward Zhang's eyes were about to crack. Lu Yang had just established his foundation. Even if his movement technique was exquisite, he couldn't escape his eyes.

"It's an illusion!" Steward Zhang reacted suddenly and hurriedly rolled to leave the spot.

It was a pity that it was too late. Cold light appeared, as fast as thunder. A thin line started from Steward Zhang's forehead and ended at his crotch. Lu Yang put away his sword, and Steward Zhang was split in two, the fracture as smooth as a mirror.

"Well done." Lu Yang gave Tao Yaoye a thumbs up.

Just now Tao Yaoye used the Thousand Illusion Umbrella to make Steward Zhang fall into an illusion. The illusion was not perfect. Steward Zhang had been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he could see through it in a moment of distraction.

Lu Yang wanted exactly that moment of distraction; he drew his sword, slashed vertically, and sheathed it, all in one fluid motion.

The Painted Skin Ghost is known for its trickery, not its defense. Encountering the most powerful offensive sword cultivator while distracted and without using its cultivation to defend itself, the outcome was naturally decided in a single strike, without the slightest suspense!

The weirdness of the Painted Skin Ghost disappeared the moment Lu Yang saw through his true identity.

The Painted Skin Ghost couldn't believe it, staring at Lu Yang, his mouth opening and closing, vaguely distinguishing that he was asking: How did you recognize my true body?

Tao Yaoye looked at Lu Yang, and she also wanted to know the answer.

Lu Yang didn't speak, swung his sword again, cut the Painted Skin Ghost into four petals, poured spiritual wine, lit a fire, and the Painted Skin Ghost burned into charcoal under painful wailing.

Who knows if this ghost has any backhands, kill it first and then explain slowly. ===== CHAPTER 23 =====