The Secret Way of Immortality

As night fell, Ren Qing hesitated for a moment, then followed the head with brisk steps.

He wasn't worried about exposing himself to the Hundred-Eyed One, because the snail and the human eye in the fish's belly were both dead objects, only affected by spells.

Otherwise, when Ren Qing came into contact with them, he would have already received information from the Hundred-Eyed One.

The main reason was that there was a lot of noise coming from the direction of the East City, and a large number of constables had begun to block the streets, which made him vaguely worried.

Ren Qing didn't want to let go of the clues about the Hundred-Eyed One, so he simply kept several hundred meters away from the head, relying on the ability of his double pupils to follow silently behind.

Thump.

The head fell into the ditch used to collect rainwater, and continued towards the south of the city, moving slowly but extremely discreetly.

Ren Qing gripped the short knife at his waist, his pupils rotating against each other.

The reason for using a knife was just that he felt it was handy.

Compared to other districts, the South City was even more of a mixed bag, and most of the dead bodies came from gang fights.

Although the yamen had tried to rectify the situation, there was no improvement, but rather it was getting worse.

But this also created the prosperity of the South City at night, with brothels on almost every street, and a scent of rouge filling the air.

There were even more gambling dens, filled with smoke and miasma, inevitably controlled by gangs.

The place where Ren Qing followed the head was very close to the residential area, so the closed doors and windows did not attract the attention of others.

When the head's speed slowed down, he adjusted his pace accordingly.

He saw the head roll into a dilapidated City God Temple, and Ren Qing found a grove of trees to hide in, using the bushes to observe secretly.

After a while, a man kept looking around, sneaking into the dilapidated temple.

The Hundred-Eyed One?

No...

Ren Qing had a faint guess in his heart.

He continued to wait patiently, and took out a pig's eye and swallowed it, the heat keeping the blood flowing quickly throughout his body.

After about fifteen minutes.

The man walked out of the dilapidated temple, wrapped the head in cotton and linen cloth, and held it in his arms, planning to go to the residential area.

Ren Qing used the moonlight to see the man's appearance clearly.

He was about twenty-five or six years old, his exposed skin covered with knife scars, and his eyes looked very fierce.

He carried the linen cloth and had not walked a few steps when he saw a figure in the distance.

The other person was shrouded in the shadows formed by the trees, and his appearance could not be distinguished, but he felt an aura that made people fear.

The man's footsteps stopped suddenly, his expression uncertain, and then he subconsciously drew the machete from his waist.

"I am Lu Ping of the River Mud Society, may I ask which hero you are?"

Ren Qing said coldly: "The yamen, I'm here to ask you something."

Hearing this, Lu Ping took several steps back, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Are you a Jail Warden, sir?"

Ren Qing did not reply, but continued to stare intently, slowly approaching.

"Sir, I have not committed any crimes, and the River Mud Society has recently..."

"What's in your hand?"

"I didn't kill him!"

Lu Ping's face was pale, and he dropped the head on the ground with a shiver.

In the face of the terrifying threat brought by Ren Qing, he couldn't care less, and between the wriggling of his skin, several more eyes appeared on his forehead.

Ren Qing remembered the Eyeless Spell he had found in the bookstore, it seemed that it was not a coincidence, and that the Hundred-Eyed One was consciously spreading it.

The Hundred-Eyed One controlled some cultivators to collect human eyes for himself, and the rest were just pawns to divert the attention of the Jail Wardens.

Perhaps the Hundred-Eyed One had never appeared from beginning to end, using spells to stir up the whole city into a muddy mess.

At least half of the headless cases that had occurred were committed by people who had cultivated the Eyeless Spell, making it difficult to sort out the truth from the falsehood.

In this way, even if the Jail Wardens intervened, the Hundred-Eyed One could easily escape.

Ren Qing asked: "How did you give him the human eyes?"

Lu Ping's expression was gloomy, he knew he shouldn't have touched that spell, he was deeply involved in it, and he was also targeted by the Jail Wardens.

"I don't know, I just come here every three days, and then put the human eyes on the windowsill, and birds will naturally take them away."

Lu Ping pointed to the extra eyes on his forehead and said: "If I don't do this, the alienation of my body will completely get out of control."

Ren Qing nodded slightly.

It seemed that in order to hide his identity, the Hundred-Eyed One did not set up spies in Sanxiang City, so Zhang Butcher's matter would be easier to solve.

Ren Qing was still approaching, and Lu Ping quickly said: "I am considered relatively restrained, those guys..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Ren Qing appear in the moonlight, and immediately closed his mouth, and his expression became extremely ugly.

He thought it was a Jail Warden that even the bigwigs of the River Mud Society were afraid of, but he didn't expect it to be just a yamen runner, and it didn't even look like a constable.

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"Since when did yamen runners have so much authority?"

"Sorry, I'll take your life for a use."

Ren Qing quickened his pace, his double pupils had already locked onto Lu Ping.

Lu Ping revealed a ferocious smile, he drew his machete and rushed out, just a mere yamen runner, how could he possibly be my match?

The machete slashed down from top to bottom.

Ren Qing dodged sideways as if he had foreseen it, and the short knife was unsheathed and slashed at Lu Ping.

Lu Ping reached out to grab it, and the contact between his palm and the blade made a metallic collision sound.

Ren Qing took the opportunity to withdraw the short knife, and he noticed that several eyeballs had grown on Lu Ping's palm, unexpectedly so hard.

Just then, the sound of the constables suddenly approached.

Lu Ping had the intention to retreat: "Let's each go our own way, as if we never met..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Qing stabbed the short knife into his ribs at a strange angle.

Lu Ping felt the severe pain coming from inside his body, and his breathing became rapid, which was caused by severe damage to his lungs.

In a panic, the machete swung more and more erratically.

Ren Qing appeared extremely calm, although the Jail Warden was likely already nearby, it was still enough to kill the enemy.

Sheathing the knife.

The speed of the double pupils rotating accelerated, and the flow of time seemed to become extremely slow.

He grabbed the hilt of the knife, and Lu Ping, under his gaze, was full of flaws, and countless killing methods came to his mind.

Ren Qing chose the simplest one.

Draw the knife.

Lu Ping maintained his running posture, but there was a thin line at the position of his neck, and blood seeped out from it.

His head fell to the ground and rolled a few times, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Ren Qing looked at the short knife in his hand, the edge of the blade had already curled up, and if he touched some hard objects again, it would probably break.

This knife was left by his predecessor's brother, so the material was relatively ordinary, he could only find a chance to replace it with a new weapon.

Ren Qing immediately got up and left the dilapidated temple, he hid in the bushes and looked into the distance, noticing that two Jail Wardens were walking quickly on the eaves.

One of the Jail Wardens was the white girl he had seen in the prison, belonging to an incompatible normal style.

The other Jail Warden had long arms and legs, each step was several meters away.

The two's target was Wang Bingquan's head.

The Jail Warden with long arms and legs opened his mouth and spat out a large net similar to spider silk, rolled up the head and left, only the white girl glanced indifferently at the direction where Ren Qing was.

After the two left, Ren Qing came out of hiding.