Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 38 Sorry, I'm Suspicious
The rain keeps falling.

The stagnant water washed away the long street with deep scars, and Shen Mo's figure disappeared in the dark wind and rain.

After a while, a group of black shadows emerged from the water, and a man wearing a black cassock appeared. The runes embroidered on it were very similar to the guy Shen Mo killed when he left the dungeon.

"What a fool. If it was so easy to pass the test to become an official soul seducer, Impermanence would have already applied to become a soul seductress. Now I have to waste a life and death talisman for you. I really don't know what the judge thinks."

He was very dissatisfied but still quickly took out a piece of red paper money from his sleeve.

He didn't want to stay in Jiangcheng for a moment, because he was too close to the person who killed the guy in front of him.

Being a ghost messenger of the Nether Sect is really scary. Anyway, he has already reaped enough benefits, and he must be content, and it's time to consider the way out.

The red paper money floated on the headless body unhindered, and suddenly ignited spontaneously.

Even the rain could not extinguish the flames, and the red paper money was burned to ashes and sprinkled on the headless corpse.

A horrifying thing happened. It fell into the rain, and the bloody headless corpse actually sat up from the muddy water. Its hand threw away the black oil-paper umbrella and crawled towards the head. It quickly touched the side of the head. He grabbed it with both hands, stood up, and put it on the wound of the headless corpse.

The man in the black cassock looked at this scene without the slightest fear, as if he had expected it long ago.

But what happened next took him by surprise.

Because after the head was stitched together, the opponent did not resurrect as he expected.

The neat wound on the neck has not healed and is still bleeding.

"how come?"

He hesitated for a while, and reluctantly took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out the powder, and applied it to the spliced ​​wound, but the blood quickly washed away the powder, and this high-quality hemostatic powder did not have the effect of stopping bleeding.

He cut himself a hole with a dagger, put on the hemostatic powder, and immediately stopped the bleeding.

Not reconciled, he made another cut on the headless corpse, this time the result was that the hemostatic powder was still effective.

The man in the black surplice felt heavy.

It seems that the life and death talisman has indeed failed, and the problem lies in the wound.

This was a blow to him, because this incident meant that the new Life and Death Talisman researched by the Palace Master could not always give them a chance to "resurrect".

The man in the black cassock hadn't shaken off this feeling of loss, a voice that made him feel extremely frightened and trembling appeared softly in the wind and rain, and every word fell in his ears extremely clearly.

"You mean to 'resurrect' it?"

The black cassock looked forward tremblingly. He wanted to use the ninjutsu learned from the Fusang Kingdom to leave, but his feet were bound by invisible air currents, making him feel as if his feet were rooted, and he had no chance to use ninjutsu at all.

In the dark night, he could still see the silhouette of the man in front of him in the wind and rain.

"How did you come back..."

He appeared after careful observation, but he didn't expect Shen Mo to turn back.

"Sorry, I'm more suspicious."

Just at this time, the rain just stopped.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon reappeared, clearly illuminating the silhouette in the darkness, and the night fell behind him like a cloak. His quiet eyes, black and white were distinct, and there was an indescribable cruelty that jumped out.

The man in the black cassock had seen this face more than once.

If he could choose, he hoped that he would never meet again forever.

But facts are facts.

The cruel reality needs to be faced bravely.

He cannot escape.

He said in a trembling voice, "Master Shen, let me go, I'll be your undercover agent."

His weak entreaties did not bring him mercy. Just like a headless corpse, the messenger of black impermanence saw only a rusty hatchet in the end.

Bone-deep wounds fell from the front door.

He walked very suddenly, so there should be no pain.

This was Shen Mo's last sympathy for this former colleague who had met several times as the former soul ecstasy.

Shen Mo took out his own hemostatic wound medicine from his body, and applied it on the wound, and sure enough, the wound was still bleeding.

"It turns out that the wound of the hatchet has the property of being unable to heal."

He observed that the wound was stained with rust, but the rust of the hatchet itself did not decrease in his observation, which was very strange.

Shen Mo recalled that he had hurt Su Zimo with a hatchet, and he felt a little strange in his heart, that kid wouldn't bleed to death.

No, if Su Zimo's wound cannot heal, then the news that he was seriously injured or even died cannot be concealed at all.

He carefully recalled the details of that fight.

"Last time I injured him with the blue-red electric glow produced by real qi, so it's different from these two times."

Shen Mo roughly concluded that the blade of the hatchet hurts the enemy, and has the property of making the enemy's physical wounds unable to heal.Fortunately, he didn't try desperately to sharpen the blade of the hatchet. This is also the memory of his previous life that saved him.

Because of the memory of tetanus, he has a natural fear of rusty blades.

Although the inability to heal the wound caused by the rust of the hatchet has nothing to do with tetanus.

He glanced at Hei Wuchang's corpse again, those who can betray once can betray countless times, just like those eunuchs who wrote books once, there will be countless times.

Not to be trusted!

Of course, the more important reason was that Shen Mo didn't bother to subdue him.

He has more important things to do tonight, no time to waste on this guy.

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the center of the city.

In the silvery moonlight, a deep black smoke rushed straight into the night sky, full of depravity, killing, and bloody charm.

The night after the majestic heavy rain was originally peaceful, but suddenly this shocking magic was broken.

Is this the reason why the Nether Sect wants to delay his steps?

Shen Mo opened his brows, his scarlet blood eyes bulged, and a faint red light shot out. In the sight of the blood eyes, he seemed to see the magic condensed and formed, like a placenta.

Two words popped up in his mind - "magic tire".

A faint smell of blood enters the nose. There is no doubt that after the battle at the pier in the daytime, the peace in the city has not been maintained, and someone is on a killing spree!
As long as it is what the Nether Cult wants to accomplish, he must destroy it.

Otherwise, wait until the Nether Sect controls the magical placenta, and then use it to deal with him?

The Nether Cult delayed him because he knew that this kind of thing could not be hidden from Shen Mo, so he acted first, and he could delay Shen Mo for as long as possible.

This is the style of work of the Nether Sect. Anyone who may hinder them from doing things will be dealt with in advance.

What's more, they seem to have the means to revive people.

It's a pity that I met a hatchet.

Shen Mo's figure merged into the night again, and he didn't care whether anyone came to "resurrect" this time.

(End of this chapter)