Demi-Humans Cultivating Demons: I Use My Own Corpse To Refine Bones

Under the fearful eyes of the handyman disciples, Mo Bai finally came to a shanty-like area.

This is one of the worst residential areas in the city of Xinbusi District. It is where those powerless servants live.

It was originally noisy and noisy, with the voices of fathers and mothers being scolded from time to time. The moment Mo Bai approached, it was completely silent. Even the rats in the ditch did not dare to make a sound.

The road was cramped and dark, and the dark ditch was filled with stench. The stone slabs had not been washed for countless years, and the black moss was so thick that an extra inch of ground appeared out of thin air.

Mo Bai very skillfully walked into a dilapidated courtyard, which is where he has lived for nearly four years.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I heard a quarrel.

A woman's voice was kind and friendly:

"Girl Mo, as long as you marry my son, I will take care of breaking through the induction."

Another voice was as clear as a bell, as cold as snow, and filled with anger:

"You're dreaming!"

In the yard, a short, fat woman with pockmarks on her face, followed by a stupid, giggling idiot, was arguing with a girl of about 16 years old.

The fool looked at Leng Qingshuang dreamily, his mouth watering.

"Daughter-in-law...Daughter-in-law..."

The pockmarked woman took her stupid son's hand and signaled not to be anxious. Her kind eyes turned fierce:

"Little bitch, to tell you the truth, you can't break through the induction in more than four years, and it's even less likely that you can break through in the last month.

When the time comes and you fail the assessment, you will have no choice but to die, and no one can save you! "

Leng Qingshuang's eyebrows were cold, as if she didn't care about life and death, and her tone was decisive:

"Even if you die, don't even think about it!"

Seeing that the threat failed, the pockmarked woman knew that it would be difficult to accomplish, so she prepared to turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, her stupid son remained motionless and drooled in a demented manner:

"Daughter-in-law! I want a wife!"

Leng Qingshuang felt nauseous and felt uncomfortable all over, but her cold expression remained the same.

The pockmarked woman didn't leave now. She rolled her eyes, thinking of the information she had inquired about before, and a plan came into her mind. Her voice was cold:

"Okay, okay, maybe you are still waiting for that waste to break through. Even if that waste does break through, it is just a waste in the induction period.

If you don't obey today, the old lady will find an opportunity to do it to him outside! "

As soon as she said this, Leng Qingshuang's indifferent expression finally changed. She bit her silver teeth lightly and her eyes looked like they could kill someone.

"you dare!"

This intense reaction made the experienced pockmarked woman happy. She knew she had caught the little bitch’s sore feet, and her expression was treacherous:

"Why don't you dare? The old woman is a qi-training monk after all. She doesn't need to take action herself. She can assign some handyman disciples at will. It's easy to kill that little waste."

Leng Qingshuang clenched her teeth tightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

This reaction made Mrs. Mazi feel that this trip was a sure thing. She knew that threats alone were not enough, she had to add a sweet date, and her voice became kind:

"As long as you agree to marry my son, how about the old lady not only leaving that piece of trash alone, but also promising to help him break through the induction period?"

Before he finished speaking, his expression turned fierce:

"If you don't agree, I believe that loser won't survive tomorrow."

Leng Qingshuang's face was bloodless, and her eye frames turned red unconsciously. It was unlikely that she would die, but it would implicate Mo Bai... She already owed him so much.

"Don't lie to me, otherwise..."

Seeing that Leng Qingshuang finally wanted to give in, the pock-marked old woman suddenly laughed:

"It must be true. The old lady will keep her word."

Leng Qingshuang closed her eyes, silent tears falling,

"I..."