Fighter of the Destiny

In the Abandoned Garden of Ten Thousand Willows, countless auras emerged among the tombs.

Those breaths were very light, but they carried a bone-chilling chill. They were different from the breaths of powerful demons, and were different from the dragon breaths of the Mysterious Frost Dragon. They seemed even more sinister.

Buried in this tomb are powerful men from the past generations of the Zhu family, most of whom are in the Star Gathering Realm. Although the two powerful men in the sacred realm, including Zhu Luo, are in the tomb, fragments of their souls remain. As for those filthy The feeling comes from the corpse poison on the bones of the rotting corpses.

The starlight seemed to dim at this moment.

Those breaths gradually gathered towards the hunchbacked dwarf, and were drawn into a jade bottle in front of him by the sacred power he released.

Using the most authentic magical techniques to collect the most filthy corpse poison, there are no relevant records even in the palace, because this method is too ancient and can only be passed down in some places, such as the Southern Sect of the State Religion Some of the mountain gates, Saintess Peak or Changsheng Sect...

And if there are important figures of the Tang family present at this time, or they can still recognize, there is a formation in the imperial chariot formation in Kyoto that is very similar to it.

As time went by, the foul smell in the tomb became weaker and weaker, and all of it entered the small jade bottle.

The hunchbacked dwarf opened his eyes and looked at the small jade bottle in front of him, his eyes full of greed and excitement.

He carefully brought the small jade bottle to his nose and smelled it. There was no smell, but there was an intoxicated look on his face.

There was half a bottle of liquid in the small jade bottle. It was clear and transparent, just like water, but relatively viscous, more like some kind of honeydew.

Fish sauce and rosin are both dew after death, and so is the liquid in the bottle. This is the dew of hell.

The night is getting darker and the stars are shining brighter. The cemetery outside Wanliu Garden has returned to its previous appearance. No one can tell that this place has been dug up before, and no one knows that the soul-destroying corpse poison of the strong men of the Zhu family has been removed. People used incredible means to collect it and take it away.

The hunchbacked dwarf returned to the inn called Liusu.

He was already very short, and he was hunched over with his head lowered. Moreover, he was covering his head with a black curtain, so it was impossible to see his face.

After leaving the mountain gate, he has been living and walking in the deep mountains and wild forests, rarely meeting people because he has a low self-esteem.

It wasn't until these days that he learned to dress like this that he felt somewhat satisfied.

This was what he learned from the big shot of the demon clan after seeing him on the snowy field that night.

Walking into the kitchen from the side door of the inn, he squatted outside the window like a dog, looking at the sky on the courtyard wall, waiting for the morning light to arrive.

The sound of chopping onions and the chef's whispered scolding came from behind the window, and then were covered by the mist.

He got up and walked into the kitchen, looked at the label on the food box, found the target, took out the small jade bottle, and dropped a few drops on the plate.

Liusu's breakfast today is Han Qiucheng's famous jade tofu. The liquid in the jade bottle drips on it, and it looks like honey, which is very appetizing.

The food boxes were quickly taken out of the kitchen and sent to the corresponding guest rooms according to the labels, so that the guests could have a good mood when they woke up in the morning.

The hunchbacked thin man squatted back outside the window, looking at the increasingly bright morning light, thinking about what would happen later, his eyes gradually narrowed, and he was in a good mood.

However, nothing happens.

The rising sun had jumped beyond the horizon and even crossed the low wall in front of him, but the inn was still quiet. He could hear the sounds of washing and talking, and he could even hear the sound of the bounty banging in the waiter's pocket, but he didn't hear the sound of the two people's hearts stopping.

The warm red morning sun shone on his ugly face, as if his rust-colored pupils shrank into a grain of rice.

He walked back to the kitchen again, looked at the food box held by the waiter, and confirmed that the jade tofu on the plate had been completely eaten.

He tilted his head very slowly, very confused, and went to the plate with only some juice left and smelled it to confirm that there was no smell.

I don’t know why, but the waiter can’t seem to see him at all. The scene is very strange.

He said to himself: "Isn't he dead? How is this possible?"

The waiter suddenly heard a sound in the air beside him. He was startled and almost screamed.

The reason why he didn't scream was because a hand covered with black hair and scales suddenly stretched out from the air and strangled his throat.

The hunchbacked dwarf appeared, looking at the waiter expressionlessly, with no human emotions in his eyes.

The waiter had never seen anything so ugly and disgusting before. He was so frightened that he kept struggling, but he couldn't get out of control at all.

The hunchbacked dwarf thought for a while, then took out a drop of liquid from the jade bottle and dropped it on the waiter's face.

In an instant, the waiter's body stiffened and he could no longer struggle. A black spot appeared on his face, and then quickly spread to all parts of his body.

In a very short period of time, a living person turned into a lifeless, black statue and died like this.

The hunchbacked short man observed the changes in the waiter and thought there was no problem. His facial features were gathered together, looking particularly distressed.

A gust of cool morning breeze blew in from the window, dispersing the remaining fog in the kitchen, and at the same time blowing the waiter's body into countless wisps of black smoke.

Facing the light of the morning sun, the black smoke quickly became transparent and could no longer be seen.

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Nanke has already packed his luggage.

Chen Changsheng stood by the window, looking at Hanqiu City under the morning sun, and finally felt that the city had some vitality.

But at the next moment, he felt the passage of life.

He didn't know where this feeling came from or why he felt it suddenly.

There are countless creatures living between heaven and earth. Life is born and life passes away every moment.

He could feel it, which only meant that the passage of life was related to him.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Nanke.

At this moment, Nanke also raised his head, and their eyes met in the air, and they could see the caution in each other's hearts.

Nanke's eyes moved again, and finally landed somewhere on the floor in front of him.

Go through the floor and you will go downstairs to a room on the right.

Chen Changsheng's thoughts moved slightly, and countless sword lights appeared in the room.

The countless rays of morning light coming from the window suddenly lost their color and dimmed their luster.

Countless rays of sword intent fell with extreme sharpness, and in just an instant, the wooden floor disappeared silently, turning into dust flying in the morning light.

Chen Changsheng and Nanke fell to the ground.

Just as their feet landed on the ground, the stone wall in front of them also disintegrated, turning into the finest powder and scattering around.

The stone wall just disappeared, revealing the scene behind the wall.

There are chopped green onions on the cutting board, and the iron pot under the steamer is still steaming.

It's obvious that this is a kitchen.

In the middle of the kitchen stood a strange man.