Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 18 Welcoming the God of Wealth on the fourth day of the first lunar month

On Qingshiban Road of Guangda Street, Yao Qige and Wu Yongfeng have become two mummies.

Chen Boya picked up the bells and copper rings that fell from the ground, walked slowly to Wu Yongfeng, took out a sharp knife from his cuff, squatted down and cut open his abdomen.

She stretched out her hand from the opponent's sea of ​​Qi, and took out a fist-sized crystal, then packed it in a cloth bag and stuffed it into her bosom.

"This is a good thing for refining tools and alchemy."

She licked the blood stained on her hands, and on her beautiful and holy face, there was a ferociousness that only Rakshasa could have.

"You are Feng Ping?"

Chen Boya kicked Yao Qige who was also dead. To be on the safe side, she didn't try to dig out his crystals.

Wu Yongfeng is an old acquaintance of hers, and she knows exactly what cards the other party has.

But this one in front of me?That would be different!

She walked into the small shop under the flat plate and glanced briefly.

Very small.

Not as big as a guest room in Dengxiange.

There are rice noodles outside the house, but it doesn't look like it's for business.

Chen Boya opened the big box in the outhouse, lifted the thatch, and immediately lost interest when he saw that it was shredded tobacco.

Walking into the back room, there is a bed and a charcoal stove.

Also extremely shabby.

"The one at the door doesn't seem to be Feng Ping, how can a monk be like this?" Chen Boya raised her eyebrows lightly, and said to herself, "Then it's better to die."

Suddenly, with a slight glance, a booklet caught her eye.

"Ok?"

Chen Boya stepped forward, reached out and pulled out the book under the jacket.

""Twelve Methods of Qi Refining"? It really is you!"

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with this daring person, Chen Boya's jade hand holding the book started to rot at a frightening speed!
"Dan, erysipelas!"

Chen Boya was terrified, but extremely calm!
She raised the knife in her hand and cut off her right arm by the roots. The body that was already full of vitality suddenly burst into blood!

At this moment, she no longer cared about investigating the cause, and sealed her bleeding right arm with spiritual energy, and the figure flashed out of the shop.

Life is important!

Chen Boya didn't understand why there was erysipelas in the "Twelve Methods of Refining Qi"!
Moreover, this lethality is at least at the Golden Core Realm of Poison Spirit Root!
Although at this moment, she has broken her arm to survive.

But if it can't be dealt with in time, the Qi Sea will be damaged at the least, and there will be no progress, and there will still be life in danger at the worst!

……

The first month in Shuntian Mansion is destined to be uneven.

Wrapped in a fleece, Feng Ping walked through alleys and back to Guangda Street.

He dared not show his face.

He stood at the western end of the street and looked towards the shop at the east end...

The moon is very dark at night in winter, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled on the quiet street, making it hard to see clearly.

Get closer, but still can't see clearly.

come closer...

There were footsteps ahead!
Feng Ping turned his head and ran away!

However, after running about ten meters, he realized something was wrong.

The footsteps just now sounded very strenuous!

Besides, if it was really a Taoist with the surname Yao, he would not be able to escape at all!
"Zhang Mazi?"

A figure instantly appeared in Feng Ping's mind.

He turned his head and walked in the direction of the shop.

After 30 meters, I saw a figure limping towards the shop...

"Damn, it's really him! He's more courageous than me!"

Zhang Mazi hid for about half an hour. During this period, he tried to die several times and returned home, but Yao Qige was nowhere to be seen.

Over and over again, his courage became more and more bold, and his inner admiration for Feng Ping's scheme grew more and more!This trick is really domineering!
Since everyone is dead, what is he afraid of?

If you don't go to the shop to explore at this time, if you miss the opportunity to make a fortune, don't you regret it?

Ever since, Zhang Mazi walked back to Guang Street with painful steps.

Feng Ping stopped behind him.

After making sure that Zhang Mazi was not dead, he walked up quickly.

Snapped!
He patted Zhang Pocky from behind, and the other party sat down on the ground in fright.

"Forgive me, forgive me, I was just passing by...passing by..." Tonight, he had been frightened too much, and any disturbance could frighten him out of his wits.

"You really don't want to die."

When Zhang Mazi heard the familiar voice, he raised his head excitedly and looked up.

"Feng... Master Feng, you... you are back."

"I would like to ask you, what are you doing here? Is it possible that you still want to make a fortune?"

Feng Ping looked forward and saw two mummified corpses lying on the ground, their bodies were completely dehydrated.

"I... am I worried about you?" Zhang Mazi chuckled and struggled to get up.

Now, he has been completely convinced by Feng Ping.

Especially after being beaten...

"I advise you not to touch anything, or if you die, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Feng Ping warned and walked forward.

Of the two mummified corpses, one he recognized was the Taoist surnamed Yao who came with Zhang Mazi a few hours ago.

The other was dressed in brocade clothes, and he didn't look like a gang.

"Huh? We all die together?"

Feng Ping was puzzled.

It stands to reason that the one on the left is the monk behind the Zhao family?Then at least one of him and the Taoist surnamed Yao can live, right?

"Third party forces?"

He squatted down, and used a dagger to pick open Wu Yongfeng's shirt. There was nothing in it except a money bag.

Feng Ping slit the money bag open, only took the three banknotes inside, and used the tip of the knife to transfer the remaining pieces of silver to Zhang Mazi behind him one by one.

If he eats meat, he must make people drink soup, right?
After all, he suffered such a beating and did the most dangerous work.

"The location of Qihai was broken, and the bugs inside should have been taken away. No wonder the mimic system didn't respond."

A thought flashed through Feng Ping's mind, and then he came to Yao Qige's corpse.

The same dagger was used to cut open the clothes, the same money bag, the difference was that there were two booklets in this person's arms!

Before he had time to look through the pages, Feng Ping heard a familiar and cold notification sound again.

[Detected hatching Esser eggs. 】

[The mimetic system starts. 】

[The genes and traits of the Esthers are being simulated...]

[Insufficient data...]

[The simulation was successful. 】

[Top grade water spirit root is activated. 】

[Crystal Realm opens. 】

"Shui Linggen corresponds to the Esther Zerg?"

"Sure enough, as long as you touch the bugs, you can simulate the corresponding realm! Doesn't that mean you can cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm by touching the corpse of the Nascent Soul monster?"

"Wait, the Crystalline Realm is already an egg at the hatching stage, so the golden pill should be a larva, and the Nascent Soul..."

Thinking of this, Feng Ping shuddered.

Even if the host body is dead, the bugs in the air sea might still be alive!

"No wonder the Nascent Soul boss can seize the house!"

Feng Ping decided that unless he had the strength of the Crystalline Realm, he would never touch the corpse of the Golden Core Realm!

As usual, he opened the money bag, took away a silver note inside, and allocated the remaining broken silver to Zhang Mazi beside him.

"Feng...Master Feng...blood...look there..."

Feng Ping looked in the direction Zhang Mazi pointed...

Good guy!
"Don't run away!"

(End of this chapter)