Fire Monster

Chapter 6 Life Devourer

When the time-telling instrument rang again, Zhao Guanshan was already sitting on the Five Spirits Train. The dim, grayish-white skylight was gradually darkening. This was a sign of the arrival of night, and it was man-made.

At this moment, the huge Linjiang City was like a sleeping beast. Only the spirit-offering tower in the center was constantly emitting huge light, like fireworks.

In some places that are not slums, you can still vaguely see some faint lights, which are the signs that the Imperially Sealed Houses have been activated. These are the second-level Imperially Sealed Houses, or even the third-level Imperially Sealed Houses. They can be directly connected to the central spirit-supplying tower through the spirit-supplying array.

Bills are paid every month based on the spiritual energy consumed, just like the electricity meters on Earth.

The slums where Zhao Guanshan and his people live are very dark.

It was pitch black at first glance.

But it won't be too scary, because at this time, the Demon Suppression Division under the Taoist Palace will send out a team to patrol and perform duties. Usually, the team is led by a Qi Refiner, two martial artists, and ten martial artist apprentices.

Each Demon Suppression Division team is responsible for an area.

It is worth mentioning that Qi Refiner and Qi Refiner Apprentice are two completely different concepts. The former is a graduate of Taoism, while the latter is a graduate of liberal arts, and their promotion channels are different.

Theoretically, a Qi Refiner apprentice will never have the chance to become a Qi Refiner.

But martial artists and martial artist apprentices have the same promotion channel.

A martial arts apprentice can be promoted to a martial arts master very easily.

No one spoke, everyone walked hurriedly, leaving only the sound of footsteps and breathing. The Demon Suppression Team stood quietly at the entrance of the slum alley, scanning every person with hawk-like eyes.

When Zhao Guanshan walked by, the Qi Refiner who was about 30 years old took a closer look at him, his cold eyes without much fluctuation.

But Zhao Guanshan knew what the other party meant. His health was failing and he needed hospice care.

Yes, if a demon attacks them and they are not dealt with immediately, they will become new wandering demons and affect the safety of the area, so the best way is hospice care.

However, we should not create too much panic.

Therefore, there needs to be an appropriate time to start hospice care, which can ensure that no trouble will be caused and give the deceased the final dignity.

"His life is fading, and his time is coming. In three days, you will take someone to deal with him."

After Zhao Guanshan walked away, the Qigong practitioner who led the team said something expressionlessly.

The two martial artists behind him nodded slightly, not feeling surprised or abrupt.

Because resources are limited, it is impossible to advocate the principle that human life is more important than anything else. When the value created by a person cannot exceed the cost of keeping him alive, he should be given hospice care.

Zhao Guanshan also understood this. Everyone understood this, except the ignorant children.

He staggered back to his own level one Imperial Seal Hut. The Imperial Seal Hut next to him, Yang Mao's, had already lit up dimly and entered a protective state.

Zhao Guanshan smiled, opened his own seal hut and walked in.

Then he lay down with his clothes on, like a corpse.

About two hours later, the roosters crowed, signaling the time to go to sleep. Zhao Guanshan finally got up with difficulty and listened attentively.

About half an hour later, a light sound of footsteps passed by. It was the patrolling Demon Suppression Team. They would patrol at night.

However, the interval between each patrol is about ninety to one hundred and twenty minutes.

After all, it's a slum alley, so it's good to have patrols.

When the footsteps faded away, Zhao Guanshan got out of bed with difficulty and opened the door of the first-level imperial seal hut, leaving only a gap. This was enough because the protective magic circle meant it was closed.

Then, he sat on the bed, adjusted his posture, leaned against the wall, held the imperial oil lamp in his left hand, and held the psychic crossbow with his right hand. The three fully charged psychic crossbow arrows on it were flickering.

But after thinking about it, Zhao Guanshan covered it with his sleeves again.

After making all the preparations, he closed his eyes, and then it was time to wait.

The surroundings began to grow quieter, and the feeling of weakness in his body was growing stronger, as if the fire of life was leaving him.

The energy brought by the pancake he had eaten during the day was fading, and as expected, just like every night, he finally couldn't help but start coughing softly.

Although it was not very severe, every time I coughed, it felt like a knife was cutting me, and blood was dripping.

A whiff of bloody smell wafted in the air; this was Zhao Guanshan's bait.

It is also an opportunity for him to give it a try.

If he wins the bet, he can survive. If he loses the bet, it doesn't matter. Time passed slowly. At first, Zhao Guanshan could still estimate the time, but gradually, he felt that he became very sleepy. He couldn't even open his eyes. His thinking was extremely rigid. Everything became extremely indifferent to him.

But at this moment, his left hand, which was tightly holding the oil lamp, was suddenly burned. He woke up with a start and saw the fleeting flame of the oil lamp and a bloated, rotten, pale human head with an extremely foul smell right in front of him, almost nose to nose and mouth to mouth, with a fishy, ​​slippery tongue stretched out to stir wildly, actually sucking his life out.

This feeling,
It feels like eating a slug. It's really hard to describe.

Moreover, his body felt as if it was being pressed down by a huge rock. He couldn't breathe or struggle.

Even the flicker of light from the imperial oil lamp only served to wake him up.

But, this is enough.

The wandering life-devouring demon, in Zhao Guanshan's plan, he believed that he had an 80% chance of luring this kind of wandering evil demon over. This kind of evil demon is the best at hiding and lurking, but also the best at bullying the weak and the strong, and is also very cunning.

They will hide extremely secretly, know how to avoid the Demon Suppression Division teams, go around strong people, and specifically target the old, weak, sick and disabled.

I didn't expect it to be a second level.

Zhao Guanshan didn't need to move at all, he just pulled the trigger on the psychic crossbow!

With a slight explosion, three psychic crossbow arrows were shot out with a faint light and accurately hit the second-level life-eating demon!
There is no suspense at all.

The power of the psychic crossbow arrow instantly exploded in its body. The second-level Life-Devouring Demon roared and turned into a ball of black sticky liquid, which was blown all over the room. It was dead beyond dead, and only a soybean-sized, glowing crystal was left on the ground.

This is the magic pill cultivated by the evil demon.

But not all wandering evil demons have it, they have to be above level three.

"So, this is level three?"

Zhao Guanshan was no longer sure. A huge sense of surprise surged in his heart. Even though his body was still stiff, his mind became active again and he even wanted to laugh.

We made a lot of money this time. There are rewards for killing wandering evil demons.

Choose one of the rewards from the Taoist temple or the Taoist palace.

It is the same whether you have accepted the reward in advance or not.

No matter what your identity is.

If he remembered correctly, killing a second-order Life-Devouring Demon should earn him fifty Dao Palace coins, after all, he killed it independently.

But if it is the third level, the reward will start from at least a large sum of money from a Taoist temple.

Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Guanshan suddenly felt the palm of his left hand become hot again. The imperial oil lamp actually lit up again. A wisp of flame as faint as a hair flew out, floating and spinning in the room, then whooshed into the magic pill and devoured it visibly.

Zhao Guanshan was stunned. By the time he reacted, it was too late. He couldn't move at all at the moment. He could only watch his hope of survival disappear.

But what is this situation? It has never happened before.

This is the imperial oil lamp that has been with him since he was born. Because it is too weak, even his parents will not bring it to the battlefield.

When Zhao Guanshan was about to collapse, the fire had already begun to devour the black liquid. No, it wasn't like devouring, it was more like burning, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

Before, the flame was only as thin as a hair and a few centimeters long, but now it has grown more than ten times and has really become a small flame.

In less than ten seconds, everything in the room was back to normal.

With a whoosh, the small flame bounced back into the oil lamp.

"what!"

Zhao Guanshan cried out softly, feeling it was too hot.

Miraculously, the Imperial Seal Oil Lamp lit up steadily.

The bright and warm light shining on him made him feel inexplicably relaxed, and even the pain he was suffering from was alleviated a lot.

His body also began to move.

At this moment, the despair in Zhao Guanshan's heart had been replaced by great surprise.

He quickly jumped out of bed and closed the door of the Imperial Seal Cottage.

This matter is too miraculous, he can't let the patrol team of the Demon Suppression Bureau discover it.

(End of this chapter)