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

After being smashed in the face, Butler 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 a demon bird that could speak was flying around. If the Shang family had sent someone to look for it, they would 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 Wendao Sect's introductory course has 1,800 kinds of common poisons and their antidotes. Do you want to see them?"

Butler Zhang's proud poison was a joke in the eyes of the Wendao Sect. No matter how good you are at refining poison, can you be stronger than the poison refined by our Pill Cauldron Peak?

Butler Zhang turned his head abruptly and found Lu Yang leaning against the door frame, hugging his ancient sword, looking at him with a smile.

Butler Zhang knew that Tao Yaoye was not the prey; he was.

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

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

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

Butler Zhang's hearing was very good. Even writing and drawing couldn't escape his ears.

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

"What did it say?"

"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 purely. At that time, I was thinking, Zhang Guanjia doesn't wander the world, so 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 Butler Zhang?'."

Lu Yang thought of a scene:

Twenty days ago, Miss Shang accidentally discovered that Butler Zhang had been replaced, so she asked in horror, "Who are you? Where is Butler Zhang?", and then knocked over the bird stand, startling 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?".

Butler Zhang was furious. He didn't expect that the stupid bird that could only repeat would ruin his plan.

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

Butler Zhang was not new to the world. Facing the encirclement of the two, he laughed loudly: "I am a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. If I want to escape, can you stop me?"

Tao Yaoye was a little anxious. If Butler Zhang escaped, she could only report it to the sect and let the senior brothers and sisters handle it, and whether they could track him was another matter.

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

Lu Yang was still in that calm and unhurried manner, making Butler Zhang feel uneasy: "Didn't you think that you could poison us, but we couldn't poison you?"

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

Speaking of this, Butler Zhang's skin became loose and slack, 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 feel creepy. The skinless body fell to the ground with a thud.

Painted Skin Ghost.

Tao Yaoye looked solemn, knowing why Butler Zhang said poison was useless.

Poison has always been aimed at the flesh, accurately speaking, the internal organs, muscles, and meridians. Butler Zhang is a Painted Skin Ghost, and his true 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, Butler Zhang had never heard of it.

Lu Yang knew.

Butler Zhang was about to show off his body when he was horrified to find that green bean-sized blisters grew on his feet, peeling layer by layer. The blisters were swollen, painful, and itchy, and they broke when scratched. Butler Zhang just rubbed the ground a few times, and yellow thick liquid flowed out.

"This, what is this?!" Butler Zhang's tone was somewhat horrified.

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

"Athlete's foot."

"What?" Butler Zhang thought he had misheard.

"You thought I was 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!"

Butler Zhang's face turned pale.

Tao Yaoye's face turned black.

Lu Yang smiled ferociously and approached Butler Zhang step by step, scaring Butler Zhang into retreating again and again, sitting on the ground with a thud.

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

The most critical thing is that Butler 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, Butler Zhang's eyes blurred, and Lu Yang disappeared out of thin air.

"How is it possible!" Butler Zhang's eyes were about to split. Lu Yang had just established his foundation. Even if his movement technique was exquisite, it was impossible to escape his eyes.

"It's an illusion!" Butler Zhang suddenly reacted 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 Butler Zhang's forehead and ended at his crotch. Lu Yang withdrew his sword, and Butler Zhang was split in two, the cut 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 Butler Zhang fall into an illusion. The illusion was not perfect, and Butler Zhang had been in the world for many years and could see through it in a moment of distraction.

What Lu Yang wanted was this moment of distraction. Drawing the sword, vertical slash, withdrawing the sword, all in one go.

The Painted Skin Ghost is known for its weirdness and is not good at defense. Encountering the strongest sword cultivator, coupled with the distraction, without using magic to resist, naturally, the outcome was decided in one move, without any suspense!

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

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, she also wanted to know the answer.

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

Who knows if this ghost thing has any backhands? Kill it first and then explain slowly. ===== CHAPTER 23 =====