As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Zhu Dage immediately told Jiang Ming about the legend of the fox.

 “Could it be a fox?”

Jiang Ming guessed and attached barriers around his hands. These barriers were transparent and could not be seen.

 “Is this useful?”

Zhu Dage felt that something had been added, but he couldn't tell it and kept swallowing his saliva.

 “Ouch, ouch.”

 As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crashing sound and a cry in the air.

Zhu Dage suddenly beamed with joy, clapped his hands and said, "It's done!"

Then he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Ming a few times.

No wonder this boy would be appreciated by the king of Wind and Rain Country. This boy still has some skills in it.

If this were him, he would have to ask for this kid to work in his own place.

 “No, don’t talk.”

Jiang Ming noticed a stream of red blood on the ground, and immediately tapped the acupuncture point where Zhu Dage spoke, speaking to him in his heart.

Zhu Dage didn't know why, but he also saw the red blood flow, and his heart pounded again and again.

What the **** is this? How could such a thing appear?

“I’ve never seen a kid here who is higher than the transformation stage. Are you here to be my appetizer?”

 There was a laugh in the air, accompanied by shouts.

"We have no other intention of coming here. We just want to get a feather from the Siming Bird. Please let us pass."

Jiang Ming didn't want to fight and responded to the voice in his heart.

 The red river that originally came according to the sound suddenly flowed back.

Zhu Dage has been observing the movement of this red river, and he immediately understood the reason why Jiang Ming said what he just said.

This river catches people based on sound. The color on it may not be a color, but may be something else.

“It’s okay, as long as you obediently hand over your spiritual power and flesh and blood.”

The voice was a bit arrogant and unreasonable.

Zhu Dage heard it clearly and was so angry that he wanted to argue with the voice.

If Jiang Ming hadn't tapped the acupuncture point of his voice, he would have attracted the river.

Jiang Ming finally understood.

 This thing in the dark cannot be reasoned with at all, and reasoning is a waste of time.

Noticing the huge spider webs covering the trees nearby, Jiang Ming had a plan in mind.

 “Don’t move here, be good.”

 He followed Zhu Dage in his mind.

Before Zhu Dage could reply, Jiang Ming lifted his feet into the air and reached directly near the spider web.

The moment he got up, Jiang Ming felt a chill on his back, as if something was attacking him.

 He turned around and slashed into the air according to his own feeling.

A red flame suddenly flashed in the air, and the flame formed a figure.

However, the figure did not make any sound. Jiang Ming originally wanted to put the spider web over, but saw this and did not make such a move.

 At this moment, Zhu Dage seemed to have experienced some kind of pain, rolling and turning on the ground.

 The sound of rolling and rolling immediately attracted the red river that could no longer find its direction.

The red river slowly moved toward Zhu Dage, and Zhu Dage's voice also attracted Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming realized that the red river was about to touch Zhu Dage, so he rushed over and lifted Zhu Dage up, and saw the spider web he had put aside.

However, Zhu Dage's pain did not diminish at all. Jiang Ming saw that the figure was still burning with red flames, and he probably realized something.

He raised his hand and extinguished the red flame. Zhu Dage suddenly felt no pain, and he was in the same state as before.

Jiang Ming frowned.

What kind of strange magic is this? Can actually transfer pain to another person.

 But, wouldn’t it be better if the pain should be transferred to him? How could this thing in the dark be transferred to Zhu Dage.

 Zhu Dage finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body felt better.

He didn't know what was going on. His whole body felt like it was being burned. The pain was unbearable and he was even a little desperate.

Zhu Dage raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Ming. He moved his mouth, wanting to say something to him, but finally stopped.

 “What do you want to say?”

Seeing Zhu Dage's movements, Jiang Ming asked Zhu Dage in his heart.

Zhu Dage then spoke and replied to Jiang Ming in his heart: "Ning Caichen, I just saw footprints on the ground. The ground should be moist soil."

This sentence gave Jiang Ming a hint. Jiang Ming kept looking for the direction like a headless fly, his eyes always looking down to see if there were any footprints.

After a while, the footprints began to appear, sinking deeper step by step, as if someone had stepped on them.

Jiang Ming still pretended that he couldn't find the place. When the master of the footsteps became more and more aggressive, he rushed over and grabbed the throat of the master of the footsteps based on his own judgment.

In an instant, the prototype of the owner of the footsteps suddenly appeared, a weasel with fox ears.

The weasel saw that he was exposed, and a strong stench emitted from his body.

However, Jiang Ming has blocked his sense of smell and cannot smell the smell of the weasel at all.

On the contrary, Zhu Dage, who just covered his nose, was about to faint from the smell.

What's more, Zhu Dage is still some distance away from the weasel.

Seeing Zhu Dage like this, Weasel was very proud, but when it was Jiang Ming's turn, he couldn't stop laughing.

His neck was still tightly grasped by the weasel's hand.

He felt that if Jiang Ming broke his neck lightly, his neck would break.

This made him feel bad all over.

 “You human being, let me go quickly! Otherwise you will suffer a lot!”

A hoarse voice reached Jiang Ming's ears. Jiang Ming realized that the weasel was not the one who spoke just now, and immediately became vigilant.

 When the weasel found out that his accomplices had been exposed, he immediately stopped talking and felt regretful.

How could you say something carelessly?

The weasel's accomplices also discovered this and rushed straight towards Jiang Ming's neck.

Jiang Ming felt his neck feel cold again, and he immediately understood who was behind him.

He directly grabbed the weasel's neck, lifted his body, and turned him towards the cold place.

The weasel felt like he had hit something, but he couldn't think straight as he was being pushed around by Jiang Ming.

Not only that, he also felt dizzy, wanted to vomit, and felt like he was going to faint.

"You evil person, why don't you put me down quickly?"

The dizziness was unbearable. Weasel yelled at Jiang Ming, and he became restless.

Jiang Ming was not used to the weasel and threw him in another direction.

The weasel’s body was covered in bruises.

 “Damn it!”