I searched for corpses in the Wuding River to extract entries

Tong Shucheng suddenly felt a chill creeping up his spine, as if something indescribable was spying on him.

There was nothing around him and his breathing was the only sound in the room. What else could be there?

And that peach tree that should have been full of greenness suddenly lost all its vitality and turned into ashes when it was touched by me.

Tong Shucheng turned around slowly, and looked solemnly at the small house where he had lived for decades, and was somewhat afraid to move.

Could it be that corpse?

A strange thought popped up in his mind and quickly expanded.

He vaguely remembered the rumors about demon cultivators using the energy of living beings to nourish themselves, heal their wounds and prolong their lives, or improve their cultivation.

However, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

After all, no matter how he examined the corpse, it was just a shell that had lost all life characteristics.

Although he strangled his neck, forcing him to bring it back,
But after returning, he checked several times and found that the ghost had disappeared.
There is no heartbeat or pulse in the body, and he looks like a dead person no matter how you look at him.

Just as Uncle Tong was thinking, a few low and hurried calls suddenly sounded outside the courtyard:
"Brother Tong! Brother Tong!"

The voice penetrated the silence of the night, carrying a hint of anxiety.

The sound was deliberately lowered to a level that was almost indistinguishable.

Tong Shucheng's already tense mood suddenly became extremely tense, as if it would break in the next moment.

His body remained motionless, but he was extremely alert.

Tong Shucheng slowly mobilized the spiritual energy in his body, causing his hearing to be amplified dozens of times in an instant.
Every subtle sound around was clearly heard, even the rustling of leaves in the distance became particularly clear.

At the same time, his right hand quietly slid towards the magic weapon at his waist, ready to deal with any possible crisis at any time.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment until there were three long and two short knocks on the door outside the courtyard.

Hearing this voice, Tong Shucheng's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and his vigilance was also reduced a little.

He took a deep breath, took a step forward, walked towards the gate of the courtyard, and flicked his fingers to unlock the magical restrictions placed on it.

"squeak~"

With the sound of a slightly old door hinge turning, the gate of the courtyard slowly opened, and a short figure came into view.

This man was short, like a dwarf, only three or four feet tall.
But his face looks like a middle-aged man.

The two slightly upturned mustaches on both sides of his mouth made him look funny.

Despite his short stature, this man exudes an air of competence.

Tong Shucheng's expression suddenly changed and he walked forward with a smile.

"Brother Tong, there should be some treasure to be found over at Xiling Mountain." As soon as the dwarf entered the room, he lowered his voice and spoke quickly.
"Some time ago, I heard that several great monks over there had a big fight for some unknown reason. The situation changed drastically in an instant, and many people died in the process."

"Today, the area still has residual power from the gods. Ordinary cultivators dare not easily set foot in it."

"But if we go together and collect the bodies of the monks who were killed in the aftermath, I think it should be possible."

The so-called collecting of corpses is just a nice way of saying it, in reality it is just searching for valuables on the corpse.

This dwarf is called Mole, but even Tong Shucheng doesn't know his real name.

The two of them usually form a team and specialize in doing things that operate in the gray area.

The arrival of the mole today was undoubtedly for this immoral task.

Faced with the mole's proposal, Tong Shucheng was obviously not interested.

After all, his mind was obviously not here at the moment, and his eyes kept glancing towards the cabin.

Just when he wanted to find an excuse to refuse,
The mole suddenly stopped talking and sniffed the air: "Smell of blood?"

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes searched around the house, finally stopping on the open space next to Tong Shucheng.

"Brother Tong, I remember that there were several old peach trees with lush branches and leaves planted in your yard. How come when I saw them today, they are empty without even a leaf?"

Tong Shucheng did not directly respond to the mole's question about the disappearance of the peach tree, but his mind was full of thoughts, and an idea formed in an instant.

The corners of his mouth curved up, and he smiled, "My dear brother, you may not know that I recently, by chance, obtained the complete corpse of a high-level real person, and I am planning to refine it into a silver corpse."

The corpses of high-level immortals are not uncommon, but the word "complete" is extremely rare.

When monks fight with each other, their methods are often fierce and the scale is difficult to control.
After a great war, it is inevitable that the country will end up in pieces.

Therefore, it is rare to find a complete organ, let alone an entire intact corpse.

The creation of zombies, especially silver zombies and even higher-level zombies, has extremely strict requirements on the integrity of the corpses.
From the skull to the fingertips, from the internal organs to the skin, no part can be missing.

The mole rolled his eyes when he heard this.
The corner of his mouth curled up a sly smile, and he chuckled and bowed:
“In that case, I would like to congratulate Brother Tong in advance. Once the silver corpse is refined, Brother Tong’s strength will surely increase greatly, and I will also benefit a lot from it!”

Upon hearing this, Uncle Tong Cheng deliberately prolonged his tone, sighed, and frowned slightly, as if he had a heavy burden in his heart:

"My dear brother, I'm afraid your congratulations are premature. The difficulty of refining this silver corpse is far beyond my imagination. It is definitely not something that can be accomplished overnight."

Seeing this, the mole consoled him, "Brother Tong, you are practicing the orthodox method of the corpse spirit path. You should be familiar with the art of refining zombies. How can a mere silver corpse be a difficult task for you?"

Tong Shucheng shook his head slightly, with a bit of helplessness in his tone:

"My dear brother, you may not know that although the Corpse Spirit Way is considered an unorthodox path, it also pays special attention to the balance of yin and yang."

"To control zombies, one must have sufficient Yang energy to neutralize the overwhelming Yin energy in the zombies' bodies and reach perfection."

"Otherwise, it will be very easy for the zombies to devour the master."

“And the body of this high-level immortal has such a heavy yin energy that it is difficult for me to control it.”

"Although I am willing to refine it, I am also worried that my own Yang Qi will not be able to completely neutralize it. If the refining fails, not only will all my previous efforts be wasted, but I may also suffer the consequences."

The mole was moved when he heard this.
He rubbed his hands together, looking a little impatient: "Brother Tong, if you really feel that it is difficult to control this corpse, why don't you hand it over to me? I am also quite knowledgeable about corpse refining, and maybe I can find a way."

Tong Shucheng glanced at the mole with the corner of his eye, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"It's not impossible to hand it over to you. However, I have already processed this corpse, and it took a lot of time and effort and materials."

When the mole heard this, he immediately understood.

Without saying a word, he took out a heavy cloth bag from his bosom and stuffed it into Tong Shucheng's hand. The bag was filled with spiritual stones that sparkled with an attractive luster:
"Brother Tong, don't worry. We are brothers, how can I let you suffer? These spirit stones will be regarded as the cost of purchasing this corpse."

Tong Shucheng did not count the number of spirit stones in the cloth bag in his hand, but just nodded slightly, with a plan in mind.

He secretly calculated that once the mole left with the strange corpse, he would be able to take the opportunity to withdraw and fly away from this place of trouble.

After all, this corpse not only exudes an indescribable weirdness,
It also reminded him of the sounds of conspiracy he had faintly heard outside the woods after the grave was dug.

If those people follow the clues and find this place, he will inevitably be involved in an unexpected disaster. These are the conclusions he came to after calming down and thinking carefully.

The two men walked into the house, and the mole walked forward impatiently and began to carefully examine the condition of the body.

His fingertips flashed a faint green light and accurately pressed on several key acupuncture points on the corpse.

As the green light flashed, the mole's frown gradually relaxed, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face:
"This person has survived at least seven or eight thunder tribulations in his lifetime, and his strength is extraordinary. If he can be refined into a zombie, he may have the potential to be promoted to a golden corpse."

When mentioning the "golden corpse", a hint of heat flashed in the mole's eyes.

The golden corpse corresponds to the existence of a half-step Yangshen True Lord. Its strength is strong enough to make countless real people jealous.

For him, being able to obtain a golden corpse is a rare treasure that is hard to come by.

Just as the mole was about to carry the body on its back, a subtle but clear rustling sound was heard quietly outside the house.

Although the sound was small, it was enough to alert Tong Shucheng and the mole instantly.
They exchanged a wary look, then walked out of the house tacitly and patrolled the courtyard carefully.

The moonlight shines on the quiet courtyard. Everything seems calm, but the tense atmosphere in the air cannot be ignored.

The two searched every corner carefully, but apart from the sound of the night wind blowing through the leaves, they did not find anything unusual.

"Maybe it's the night wind that's causing the trouble."

Tong Shucheng breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to let down his guard,

When he was about to turn around and go back to the house, the scene in front of him startled him so much that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Behind the courtyard wall, the bamboo forest that was originally lush and vibrant has now disappeared without a trace.

Tong Shucheng widened his eyes and looked at the empty land in disbelief, his mind going blank.

You know, although the bamboo forest is not very vast, it is densely packed with thousands of bamboos, some of which are giant bamboos as high as thirty meters.

Tong Shucheng tried hard to recall that at the moment when the mole entered the door, he still clearly remembered the existence of the bamboo forest.

However, at this moment, the bamboo forest disappeared for no reason, as if it had never existed.

This change made Tong Shucheng feel unprecedented fear and anxiety.

An indescribable chill surged in his heart, as if some unknown force was secretly watching him.
At this moment, Tong Shucheng even had the urge to run away.

The mole followed Uncle Tong's gaze and immediately understood.
He took a deep breath, with some uncertainty and tentativeness in his voice:

"Brother Tong...you...did you practice some kind of magic skill?"

As he spoke, his eyes flickered and he was already on guard.

When Tong Shucheng heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

He is just a three-tribulation immortal. Even if he really has some magic skills,
With his current level of cultivation, it is impossible for him to cause such a bizarre phenomenon before his eyes.

In this delicate atmosphere, a deafening roar suddenly came from the house.
It was as if something heavy collapsed, breaking the silence of the night.

Uncle Tong's expression changed. He had no time to care about the mole's questions. He flashed and rushed into the house first.

The room was in a mess. The bed where the body was originally placed was now in disarray.
The bed collapsed, and the body lay quietly on the pile of stones.

Tong Shucheng quickly looked around, but found nothing other than the obvious signs of damage.

"what on earth is it?"

Uncle Tong stared at the collapsed bed in front of him, and his confusion grew.

This bed is made of spiritual stones that have lost their spiritual energy and are bonded together with magical power. It is extremely solid and cannot be shaken by ordinary objects.

At this moment, it collapsed like a fragile rotten wood.

Tong Shucheng took a deep breath, walked forward, and prepared to pick up the body.

But when he used all his strength, the corpse seemed to have taken root and did not move at all.

He was startled and quickly called the mole. The two of them worked together and tried their best, but the corpse remained as steady as a rock, with no sign of movement.

Tong Shucheng pondered secretly in his heart and realized that something was wrong.

He swung his fist hard, smashing the bed board under the corpse into pieces.

At this moment, a blood vessel as thick as an adult's thigh and with a strange color suddenly came into view.
It extended from the back of the corpse and penetrated deep into the earth.

Tong Shucheng's expression suddenly became solemn. He had no time to care about the extremely shocked look of the mole.

He turned and rushed out of the house, heading straight for the place where the peach trees that had disappeared were.

He waved the magic weapon in his hand and began to dig.

After a while, several blood vessels with the same bright red color and emitting a strange aura emerged from the soil. They seemed to echo the blood vessels on the corpse in the house.

A legend emerged in Tong Shucheng's mind.
As for those geniuses with special physiques and extraordinary talents, they do not need to sit and practice.

The body can naturally absorb spiritual energy from between heaven and earth, just like a fish breathing in water.

After the death of this kind of genius, their bodies also retain this talent.

If buried underground for a long time, it will gradually turn into a natural treasure called "blood ginseng".

Blood ginseng is made from corpses.
But it is not comparable to an ordinary corpse, but a treasure containing endless spiritual energy.

The blood vessels extending from it are like the veins of the earth, constantly absorbing spiritual energy from all directions.

Nourishing the corpse, causing it to gradually transform.

When Tong Shucheng thought about this, he suddenly realized why there were people guarding the wild forest where the bodies were buried.

It turns out that this is not an ordinary corpse at all, but an extremely precious blood ginseng!
At this moment, an unprecedented greed suddenly surged in his heart.

At the same time, Uncle Tong Cheng suddenly had the idea of ​​killing someone.
The mole that drills into the vagina should probably know that blood is involved in its efficacy.

If he could kill it, he could take possession of the blood ginseng alone.

But I never thought that the mole had the same idea.

The two magical weapons rushed towards each other almost at the same time and began to fight.

In an instant, a deep voice suddenly came from the room:

"Stop and come see me..."

Along with this, blood veins suddenly grew on the ground, tightly wrapping around the ankles of the two. (End of this chapter)