Rebellious Contract Beast

After Shen Yi's words, Miao Jinchong's spirit became obviously excited.

"Seriously? Did that old man really go to Daliang?"

Shen Yi nodded slightly and vowed: "Of course, if not, how could I dare to attack Xiang Xuan?"

"Yes..." Miao Jinchong nodded, and then fell silent again. I don't know what he was thinking, and I don't know if he believed it.

But these heavy thoughts don't matter, the senses can't be used, and the body can't move. Even if Miao Jinchong doesn't believe it, he can still convince him that there is no way to obtain information.

However, half an hour should have passed now, and Shen Yi didn't have much time to waste, so he stretched out his paws to observe the yellow paper ribbons wrapped around Miao Jinchong's body.

This thing is very magical. Even though it is thin, it seems that it can be easily torn apart with just a little force. But in fact, the yellow paper tape is very tight. As long as you put a little force, it will turn into a piece of cowhide in an instant. It is very powerful. toughness.

After Shen Yi tried it, he realized that he couldn't pull the yellow paper strips at all.

"This..." He didn't believe in evil, and then increased his strength, and his body made a squeaking sound, but the yellow paper strip held by his claws did not move at all.

"..." Soon, Shen Yi stopped. Next to him, Miao Jinchong quietly watched his body grow bigger, with a strange look in his eyes. Then he said, "These talismans were manipulated by the spiritual power of several spiritual-level monks." It has been blessed and cannot be broken easily by brute force.”

"Easy? Is that possible?"

Miao Jinchong said nothing. Indeed, brute force can break it, but it must be strong enough.

As for how strong he would have to be, he couldn't really tell. He was mainly afraid that Shen Yi would be desperate and then just give up and choose to go it alone.

Shen Yi pinched the yellow paper tape again and pulled hard, but it still couldn't be pulled. The texture of the yellow paper tape was actually the same as ordinary paper, but it had an inexplicable toughness.

"It's evil." With a sigh, he looked at Miao Jinchong and asked, "Is it possible to use spiritual power to break it without brute force?"

The other party nodded in affirmation.

Shen Yi felt worried. Brutal force could not break it, so he could only use spiritual power. But where did he get the spiritual power?

The old witch didn't know where she was, and he couldn't find her at all.

As for other psychics, where can he find them?

If the cycle is broken, it belongs.

"Is there no other way?"

"No." Miao Jinchong shook his head, with a look of disappointment on his face.

But for Shen Yi, this was not possible. No matter what, he had to release Miao Jinchong and let him help him.

Of course, he also considered taking action against him as soon as this guy was free, but Shen Yi had no choice.

And even if he does attack himself, Shen Yi still has time to prepare, so there is no need to worry too much.

He stopped himself at the first step, which made Shen Yi a little upset. His claws tried hard again and couldn't pull off the yellow paper tapes. The next moment, he was so irritated that he grabbed a piece of yellow paper tape, kneaded it into a ball, and rubbed it vigorously.

This action was just to vent, but after rubbing it, he seemed to have discovered something. His eyes lit up and his expression became serious. He turned his back to Miao Jinchong and didn't know what he was doing.

Miao Jinchong was curious and didn't know what was wrong with Shen Yi. He reached for his head to see clearly what he was doing, but because his body was kneeling and unable to move, and his arms were pinned behind his back, only his head could see. See the movements on Shen Yi's paws.

This made him more curious, and he couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"

Shen Yi didn't answer, the movements of his paws didn't stop, and the grinding sound kept coming.

I don't know how long it took, but Shen Yi suddenly stopped, twisted his huge body, and looked at Miao Jinchong, who was too curious and hurriedly looked at his paws.

Shen Yi was seen holding a piece of yellow paper tape in his paws. He couldn't see anything at first, but after scanning carefully, he found that there was a small hole on the edge of the yellow paper tape in his paws. , you can’t even see it if you don’t look carefully.

There is still some powder left on one of Shen Yi's claws, not much, it seems to be scraps of paper or something, ground very finely.

Miao Jinchong's eyes flashed with excitement, and he shouted: "Continue! Continue!"

Although Shen Yi only made a small hole in the yellow paper tape, if he kept grinding it, it would not take long for the talisman paper to be worn away, and then it would be the day when he, Miao Jinchong, would see the light of day again!

"Hurry! Hurry!" He urged, but Shen Yi did not continue. He shook his head and said to him: "Keep going, I am the same as you, I am also locked up here, just in another cell. It’s almost time, I have to leave.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the iron gate. As he continued to move forward, his huge body also shrank at an extremely fast speed.

"Don't leave! Come back! Come back to me!"

"You idiot." Shen Yi turned around and cursed. This guy has been locked up here for too long and his brain is not very clear. He just wants to be free. If he is discovered, he will be free.

After staying in front of the door for a while, and after shrinking his body to the limit, Shen Yi didn't waste any time and got out of the iron gate and headed towards his cell.

The hour is almost up, so of course I have to go back.

And behind, Miao Jinchong was still shouting crazily.

Returning to the underground palace where he was kept, Shen Yi came to the middle of the formation, used force to make his newly shrunken body grow to its maximum size, put it into position, and waited quietly.

Fortunately, he came back not too late. After waiting for a while, he saw guards coming down to patrol, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But this is very troublesome, and he can't confirm the time. If he goes out late every night, it's better to come back early. If he accidentally runs late, it will be bad luck. He has to get something that can determine the time.

In addition, the yellow paper tape wrapped around Miao Jinchong's body can be broken. Just now, he took the yellow paper tape and rubbed it on his paws crazily and quickly. Although it only caused a small hole in the end, it was at least considered a break. It was a progress. If he kept this progress every day, he would be able to wear off the yellow paper tape in less than a month.

Thinking of these, Shen Yi slowly fell asleep.

Another night passed, and during the day, the young prince did not come to look for him. It seemed that he had earned enough candy from himself to eat for a while, and then stopped coming.

Shen Yi didn't care whether love came or not, but staying alone in this huge underground palace was a bit boring.

Suddenly I missed the old witch. If she were in the same place as him, I could still tease her and make fun with her.

At night, after being force-fed with mysterious elixirs and fishy and smelly muddy food, Shen Yi's nostrils bleed and he watched the soldiers leave in front of him with hatred. When the second wave of guards completed their patrol, he stood up just like yesterday. He skillfully shrunk his body, got out of the iron gate, and ran towards the underground palace where Miao Jinchong was imprisoned.

After arriving, he quickly found the piece of yellow paper tape that he had scratched out last night, placed it on the front of his talons, and sawed and sharpened hard.

As soon as Miao Jinchong saw Shen Yi, he asked angrily: "Why are you here now?"

"You are riding a horse! I said you are a fool!"

"Don't beep for me. I can only show up at this time. If the guards outside find out that I am not in prison, I will see who will let you go free in the future."

Miao Jinchong was speechless. Shen Yi spoke very rudely. In the past, he would have died a long time ago, but now for the sake of freedom, he can only hold back.

And what Shen Yi said made sense. The only thing that could free him now was the inhuman existence in front of him. If he was discovered, he would lose his only chance of freedom.

Miao Jinchong understood this, but he was practicing demonic skills, and under the influence of demonic energy, he became very irritable and bloodthirsty.

After a few seconds of silence, Miao Jinchong finally opened his mouth to urge him a few times.

"Hurry up." But he never expected that Shen Yi would be even more irritable than him, opening and closing his mouth just to greet his mother. "How about you come? I ****!"

Just a simple exchange, Miao Jinchong felt his blood pressure soar, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.

In the past, he was the only one who could scold others, but today, he was a powerful demon cultivator, and not only was he scolded by a beast, but he was also scolded so unpleasantly.

"You beast!"

"Are you **** dead? If I beep again, believe it or not, I will rip off your **** mouth right now?"

"brute!!"

"Is your father a beast or your mother a beast? I think your mother is a beast."

"Your mother is a ****!"

"Are you talking about your mother? I am a contracted beast!"

"What a bastard!"

"Idiot! Shut up, you idiot."

"..."

After all kinds of trash talk, Shen Yi felt a lot more comfortable after venting the yellow paper tape in his paws.

Looking at Miao Jinchong again, this guy has been scolded for being autistic.

He called Shen Yi a beast, but Shen Yi could greet his mother ten times. In the end, he simply fell silent and stopped talking.

"Are you talking? What? Are you mute?"

"..."

"Weren't you very arrogant just now? Why did you give up? Keep scolding!"

"Stop talking nonsense and grind quickly."

"Humph." Shen Yi chuckled twice, with a provocative face: "You still call yourself uncle, I think you are a grandson! You deserve to be locked up here for being such a jerk."

"you……"

"Eh?" Speaking of Miao Jinchong being imprisoned here, Shen Yi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is that old man you are scolding Feng Dingzhang?"

"it's him."

"If you can provoke a Xuan-level venerable to take action himself, I see that you have done a lot of immoral things."

"You know nothing! That old man only attacked me for his own selfish desires."

"Huh? Is there any other reason?"

"Humph, he is a Daliang man. What does Dajing's matter have to do with him? Although I am a demon cultivator, how is the demon cultivator different from those ordinary monks? Cultivation is something that goes against heaven. As long as there is a little cultivation For the possibility of improvement, they will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. I am like this, and so is Feng Dingzhang!" After saying that, Miao Jinchong turned his head with difficulty to look at Shen Yi and asked, "You want to know why I was captured here? the real reason?"

"Whatever." Shen Yi nodded indifferently.

"Then do you know the art of sacrificial robes?"

"The art of sacrificing clothes?" Shen Yi was stunned and said, "There really is the art of sacrificing clothes."

"It's not true, but the art of sacrificing clothes is indeed true."

"Then tell me quickly. I've only heard of it before, and I still don't understand what it is about." Shen Yi became interested immediately, and stopped sawing the yellow paper tape with his forelimbs.

Miao Jinchong glanced at him and slowly spoke out his knowledge of the art of sacrifice.

The art of sacrificial robes originated from a sect that existed thousands or even ten thousand years ago. Because it was so old, people today don’t know what that sect is called. It is said that that sect is proficient in various spells. , and the art of sacrificial robes was born when the elders in that sect were studying spells.

They discovered that what connected the Master and the God of Life was not just a simple contract, but more like a road sign, a means of recovering the God of Life, guiding the soul of the dead God of Life to where it should go.

The plague is not tolerated by the soul, and will cause the body of the spiritual person to decay, squeezing the soul, until the soul escapes and returns to heaven.

This is what people often call erosion.

However, the physical body of the contracted beast is different from the living creatures in the world. It cannot affect its physical body. It can only attach its soul to the contracted beast's soul.

The soul is very light, as light as a feather, but the disease energy is very heavy. Just like a person, the thinner the body, the less weight it can bear, and the stronger the body, the more weight it can bear. .

The same is true for the divine soul. When the plague attached to it reaches a limit, the contracted beast's divine soul will be overwhelmed and eventually die.

Interestingly, the contracted beasts will take the disease with them when they go to where they should go after death.

And these are only the first discoveries made by the elders of that sect, the most important thing is the second discovery.

After the contracted beast dies, the contracted beast that remains in the soul of the master does not disappear.

For example, if your beloved porcelain breaks on the ground, can you say that you have lost an item?

This cannot be considered lost, it can only be said to be broken. It still exists in your hands, but it has become fragments.

The same is true for the contract. After the God of Life dies, the Tongshen as its master can no longer feel it after losing all its cultivation. However, it does still exist, and it can even be temporarily restored to its original function through certain means. .

It's like letting the dead God of Life continue to bear the disease caused by the spiritual cultivator...

It's a bug, discovered by people accidentally.

Of course, the problem arises. The God of Life is dead and his master has become a useless person. If he cannot practice, how can he generate the disease for the dead God of Life to bear?

But how can this problem stop the monks who are trying to get rid of the plague?

They thought of a way to forcibly establish a connection between a deactivated spiritualist and another spiritualist whose life god was still alive through a method similar to a contract.

The former is Zuo Yi and the latter is sacrificial clothing.

When the connection is established, the disease energy generated by the person who sacrifices the clothes during practice can be transferred to the person who wears the clothes, and the disease energy that the person who wears the clothes receives is transferred to the dead god of life.

However, this is not without cost for the sacrificers. The price is that the disease will be doubled when the priests practice in the future. It is precisely because of this that the priests are extremely cautious when selecting targets. If they just find someone casually, they will treat them as Zuo. Yi Target, in the end, people may be tortured to death before the epidemic has passed much, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Therefore, the person who wears the clothes must have a life god or an existence that has had a life god, and the level of the life god is high enough to allow the party to unscrupulously transfer the disease generated by itself.

In this way, even if the sacrificer only contracts a D-level low-grade life god, he will be able to train to become a Xuan-level venerable being in the future.

...(End of chapter)