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Chapter 45 What if He is a Good Person

Who wants to get gold coins again?
Seeing no movement, Chen Lang got up and went out, grabbed the shadow and started punching it.

"Don't hit us! We are one family!" the man said hurriedly in a low voice.

"Which side's our own people?" Chen Lang didn't let go. Look at what you said, I won't fight if they are our own people?

"I am here on the orders of Elder Zhong, your master."

Chen Lang was a little surprised, then let him go. This man was not dressed like a miner, nor like a supervisor, but more like a guard that he had occasionally seen outside.

"Elder Zhong asked me to come and help you get out." said the spy.

Chen Lang frowned, "Haven't I severed the master-disciple relationship with him? Why is he meddling in my business? I'm not leaving."

I'm doing my job well, and I'll be angry with anyone who lets me out.

The spy advised, "Fellow Daoist, it's time now, don't act on impulse. Elder Shi has also said that if you stay here, you will be tortured to death."

That old guy? Chen Lang thought, this is a problem, the guy who delivered the food also said that he would deal with him when the time comes.

"Where did he ask me to go? Back to the Tianjian Sect?" Chen Lang asked.

"No, he did say that he would sever the master-disciple relationship with you, and that the deal between you was cancelled. He also told you to stay away from here after you leave, not to step into the Tianjian Sect again, and not to mention him again in the future."

Chen Lang was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Go back and tell him that I can agree to everything else, but I will not leave. I want to atone for my sins here."

"it is good."

The spy turned and left. He was just a messenger and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Wasting my time."

Chen Lang glanced at the others, they were all fast asleep and were not awakened.

He returned to the room and simply covered the door with a straw curtain. He took out the "Nine Revolutions Pill" and threw it into the bowl. He also got some clean water from the water tank next to him and drank it all together.

boom!
In an instant, his blood boiled, and his abdomen seemed to be flowing with lava. His whole body was extremely hot. Steam first came out of his head, and then turned into blood mist. His hair fell out in clumps, and his skin began to crack and bleed.

It hurts so much!

Chen Lang grimaced. The pain was too intense, even worse than the previous self-destruction of his dantian. He decided that he must cultivate a power of anesthesia in the future to suffer less.

"I forgot to take off my clothes." He tore off his clothes in a hurry. At this moment, large pieces of skin had already fallen off, and he accidentally peeled off a piece.

Finally, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice his internal energy. Blood soon flowed down his shoulders, waist, back and thighs. His abdomen tore itself apart, leaving horrific scars. White ribs appeared, and red blood mist gushed out. The ribs first cracked and then exploded directly.

He wanted to roar, but no sound came out. His throat had long been damaged by the evil spirit, and he could only breathe heavily.

【Repair is in progress.】

The Nine Revolutions Pill was also taking effect, but unlike last time, the progress bar kept getting stuck and the repair failed.

At the same time, a drop of blood swallowed into the abdomen completely dissolved, boundless evil spirit broke through the skin, and cracks crawled all over Chen Lang's body. He was like a terracotta warrior that had just been broken into pieces and reassembled, with twisted limbs and a crooked jaw. A thumb-wide crack tore through his head and went through his eye sockets. It seemed that he wanted to close, but was stuck by his dislocated eyeballs.

Around him, a bloody murderous aura filled the air, dyeing the surrounding land an eerie black color. A wisp of murderous aura overflowed to the door, and the straw curtains turned yellow and rotten, turning into dust and falling down.

【Repair is in progress.】

【Repair is in progress.】

【Repair is in progress.】

Chen Lang circulated his internal energy and gradually lost consciousness. The subtitles in front of his eyes gradually dimmed.

……

At this moment, in another section, Mr. Jin was sitting on a straw mat, surrounded by four people.

"Mr. Jin, how did he defeat you at that time? Tell me in detail?" asked the four monks.

Grandpa Jin said, "He came up and fought with me, but he was no match for me. Then he blew up his own Dantian, severely injuring me. Then he ate something unknown, and suddenly he recovered completely."

"It can even cure self-destruction of the Dantian. Is there such a miraculous medicine in the world?" A cultivator's eyes sparkled. "Yes, I've heard of it."

"Forget it, let's not go. Even Fellow Daoist Jin is no match for him, so don't take the risk." Another person shook his head.

They are all strong. The weakest one is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and there is another one who is also at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He is only slightly weaker than Mr. Jin. They can be said to be the strongest among the miners.

Under normal circumstances, they would not be afraid, but this is a mine, and they have been deficient in energy and blood for too long, and their combat effectiveness has been severely reduced.

If he suffers another serious blow, he will have no choice but to wait for death.

"Friend Jin, you are almost there now anyway. Why don't we brothers support you and kill him one more time to help you reverse the situation?" one person suggested.

"How do we talk to Brother Jin?" Another person suggested, "It may sound a little silly, but I think we can give it a try."

Mr. Jin snorted coldly and ignored him. Even if he really got it, it wouldn't be his. Want to use him as a scapegoat? No way.

"I'm going to sleep. I've reminded you of everything I should have reminded you of. I hope I can still see you guys when I wake up tomorrow." Grandpa Jin lay down on the haystack and fell asleep peacefully.

A few people are still undecided.

"How about we go and take a look? We are borrowing it, it's not like we won't return it."

"Brother Huang, you are the most seriously deficient and need medicinal pills to heal your wounds. You can try to gain his sympathy, just in case he is a good person."

"My injury is not serious. I have recovered almost completely recently, you see." The cultivator surnamed Huang circulated his internal energy, and his aura was astonishing.

"That's even better. You're in such good shape, just force him to hand it over."

In the end, the four of them agreed to go together just to test the waters. If Chen Lang simply refused and repelled them, it would mean there was hope. If he took a tough attitude like Fellow Daoist Jin and directly fought with them, they would retreat immediately.

Several people came to the section where Mr. Jin was. It was late at night and most of the miners were asleep. Moreover, the four of them were very skilled in Taoism, so those people didn't notice them.

But soon, they noticed something unusual.

"Such a strong evil spirit."

"Is Chen Lang beating people again?" One person frowned. He heard from Brother Jin that Chen Lang had just come in and beat them up before mealtime.

This makes them feel guilty. If they have a good temper, they can still talk to them, but such a bad temper means that they are not easy to provoke.

Soon they arrived outside the room where Chen Lang had been shot. The door curtain was half open, and a faint murderous intent surged in their hearts. They were stunned.

Several strong murderous intentions!
Could it be that Chen Lang had expected them to come? He was really afraid that he would suddenly say, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Fellow Daoist Chen?" someone tried to call out.

"We are friends of Brother Jin, and we have something to discuss with you," said another person.

The room was filled with murderous intent, but there was no response.

"Let's go. Fellow Daoist Chen doesn't seem to welcome us." The third person thought it would be safer to go back to mining and slowly save up spirit stones to heal his injuries.

In the end, it was the fourth person who stepped forward resolutely and opened half of the curtain. The other three followed behind.

Then, they saw Chen Lang sitting next to the table, his body covered in blood. He looked like a broken rag doll that was sewn together crookedly. The cracks spread from his legs to his abdomen, and from his chest to his head.

One of the eyeballs was still hanging, connected by some fibers. He calmly pushed the eyeball back, and at the same time, he was a little confused, so he said:

"What's the matter?"

But he forgot that his throat was still damaged, and only made an extremely hoarse and obscure sound. Instead, a murderous aura that had condensed into substance in his chest spewed out through his throat.

"Shh!"

The blood line was extremely fast and directly pierced through the left shoulder of the person in the front, knocking him away and nailing him to the earth wall.

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(End of this chapter)