A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 261 Mummy
The man that Duan Rong was holding in his hand was not dead yet, but his head was drooping and his breathing was very weak.

The strong smell of blood irritated Duan Rong's nasal mucosa...

At the moment when the smell of blood filled the air, a sense of desire suddenly surged in Duan Rong's heart.

Duan Rong was shocked by his own reaction. He then realized that it was the Filthy Blood Magic that, stimulated by the smell of blood, started to operate on its own in his body.

The desire that surged in his heart came from the Divine Blood Art's desire for blood.

Duan Rong devoured the spirit of the Filthy Blood Copper Cone in Wei Yutian's secret room altar and attained the second level of the Filthy Blood Divine Art.

Duan Rong originally thought that he would just learn about this evil skill but not practice it. However, the Divine Art of Filthy Blood is not a martial art in the general sense. It does not require painstaking efforts to accumulate internal strength. The key to its practice is training blood!

After Duan Rong digested and absorbed the second level of the Divine Art of Filthy Blood, facing the fresh blood that permeated the air, it actually took the initiative to react inside Duan Rong's body.

Duan Rong had never expected that this Divine Art of Filthy Blood would be like some kind of living creature parasitic inside his body.

Duan Rong's eyes showed a hint of interest. He suddenly had an idea. In just a moment, dense blood threads, like wriggling leeches, emerged from between his fingernails and instantly climbed onto the bloody neck of the man he was holding. The blood threads spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Then, the man's neck dried up instantly, followed by his head and shoulders, and then it spread down, and his whole body seemed to be infected with some disease, and in a few breaths, it turned into a mummy!
At this moment, the man's neck, which had been broken by Duan Rong long ago, broke completely with a snap, and a dry head fell off and rolled to Duan Rong's feet.

The dried corpse fell from Duan Rong's hand almost at the same time and fell to the ground. It was very light and made almost no sound, not even as loud as the head falling to the ground just now. After all, there was still brain matter in the skull of that head.

Duan Rong's left hand, which had crushed the man's neck, was now suspended in mid-air. Dense blood threads were floating and wriggling around his left hand, full of blood, bright and juicy...

Duan Rong looked at the wriggling and floating blood threads, and felt disgusted and nauseous!

As soon as he thought about it, the blood threads returned to his body along the gaps between his fingers like snakes entering a cave.

Duan Rong had just felt nauseous, but now he felt extremely nauseous! This was because the source of the nausea was in his body.

At this moment, Duan Rong made up his mind that no matter what the cost, he would find a way to completely eliminate the dirty blood magic in his body.

Duan Rong then looked inside his body and found that there was nothing abnormal in his body. After the Filthy Blood Divine Art calmed down, the blood threads also disappeared in his body, as if they had never existed in his body at all.

"This martial art is so damn evil!"

Duan Rong had always been wary of strange things, especially this kind of evil power, which could actually operate on its own under certain conditions after being swallowed, as if it had been infected with some kind of evil spirit.

It seems that his actions in Wei Yutian's secret room, patting Xiao Yu's shoulder while swallowing the spirit of the Blood Copper Cone, were really a bit reckless. However, he really didn't expect that this martial art would be so evil!
However, this matter could not be resolved in a short time. Duan Rong had to suppress it first and then carefully study the method of removing the dirty blood from the body in the future.

Duan Rong looked at the two people lying unconscious and a dried corpse in front of him, his eyes moved, and he turned his head to look at the window beside him that was emitting dim light. Duan Rong suddenly pulled out his oxtail knife, penetrated with his spiritual sense, and used the tip of the knife to carefully pry open the inner buckle of the window.

Duan Rong sheathed his sword, leaped into the room like a giant bird, and landed lightly in the bedroom.

At this time, the incense that had originally permeated the bedroom had dissipated a little. Duan Rong walked to the bed, lifted the hanging curtain, and looked in intently.

Liu Eying was seen sleeping on the bed covered with a quilt. She was still in mourning and there were traces of tears on her face. Duan Rong sat beside the bed and felt Liu Eying's pulse, confirming that the incense had only made her unconscious and would not cause any harm to her body.

Duan Rong looked at Liu Eying and said calmly, "It's good to sleep like this. You'll sleep more soundly after being intoxicated by the incense."

If Liu Eying woke up at this moment, she would definitely think she was dreaming, because Sun Huang actually came back and was looking at her.

Duan Rong stood up, lowered the curtain, and suddenly jumped out of the open window!

Duan Rong stood outside the window and closed it again.

Duan Rong glanced at the mummy at his feet, and suddenly pulled out his oxtail knife. He infused his internal energy and chopped the mummy into several pieces. He put them into the pottery jar where he had been hiding before, and finally stuffed the dried head in there as well.

After Duan Rong finished all this, he used his spiritual sense to take out a hemp rope from the utility room next to the kitchen. He put the two unconscious people on the ground together like a pyramid and tied them up tightly with the hemp rope.

Then Duan Rong carried the two people behind him, grabbing the hemp rope with one hand, as if he was carrying a bundle of corn stalks. Duan Rong then picked up the pottery jar containing the dried corpse pieces, stepped on the tiptoes, infused his internal energy, and performed the Cloud Snake Step at the minor success level. He then climbed over the wall and disappeared into the night.

Duan Rong ran wildly along the densely intertwined alleys, his feet moving rapidly back and forth, his toes tapping the ground quickly like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Soon, Duan Rong arrived at the wild lake behind the City God Temple.

Before Duan Rong rushed out of the alley, he suddenly released his spiritual sense. After he made sure that there was no one around, he rushed out without slowing down.

Duan Rong stood in the reed marsh beside the frozen wild lake. At this time, a cold crescent moon was pressing down on his head, as if he could reach out and touch it. The waning moon above his head cast moonlight on the tips of the dry reeds, illuminating the ice surface of the wild lake in the center of the reed marsh, which was bright white.

Duan Rong tied up the man behind him and put him on the ground. Then he drew his sword, infused his internal energy, dug a hole next to a nearby phoenix tree, and buried the pottery jar in it.

Then Duan Rong untied the two people, tied their hands and feet with ropes, and hung them on the sycamore tree beside the wild lake!

Duan Rong finished all this, thought about it, and found that there was nothing wrong. Then he tore off a layer of mask from his face, revealing his dark face.

Duan Rong placed the torn face skin in his palm, put his two palms together, infused his internal energy, and rubbed it. The face skin immediately turned into powder and floated in the reed marsh. After that, Duan Rong's figure flashed and disappeared from there...

The waning moon sank in the west, and a hint of paleness gradually appeared in the east!

The wild lake was empty, with cold wind and fog floating around. However, Wang Chun and Qing Cha, who were hanging on the sycamore tree by the lake, were like dead men. They didn't even shiver. Only from their pale faces and purple lips could one tell that they were already struck by the cold.

However, the effect of the drugs on the two men had not yet worn off, so even in such cold weather, they could not be woken up by the cold.

The morning sun in the east rose in the misty cold, but the cold was so strong that the morning sun faded, bringing almost no warmth to the earth. However, the sky finally brightened.

The two people hanging on the paulownia tree also slowly reacted.

After the drug wore off, they woke up almost at the same time, and then found themselves frozen to the bone, shivering all over. Their hands and feet were tied, and they were hung on a tree, so they could only shout loudly, but this wild lake was empty and sparsely populated. They shouted for a long time, and their voices were intermittent in the cold wind, but they still didn't see a single person.

At this moment, the old priest of the City God Temple suddenly opened the back door of the temple, stood at the door, shrunk his neck, and emptied his chamber pot into the field by the lake.

Then the old temple keeper heard the intermittent cries for help coming with the cold wind.

The old temple keeper sniffed, wrapped himself in cotton clothes, and walked towards the sycamore tree holding the empty chamber pot full of smell.

When the old temple keeper approached, he was shocked to see two people hanging on the tree.

The two men were hanging on the tree, already dying. After a while, they would be frozen to death in the cold wind, but suddenly they saw the old temple keeper standing under the tree with a chamber pot. The two men immediately aroused their life potential. Although they were hanging, they were like maggots, twisting their bodies with their hands and feet tied, and shouting for help.

"Old temple priest, please save me..."

The old temple keeper blinked his eyes, saw a person clearly, and said, "Isn't this a rat?"

The old temple keeper had lived in Xiangu County for more than sixty years, and he knew many people in the city. This rat was the leader of the Qingchao in Chenghuang Temple, and he had had some dealings with the old temple keeper.

Although Qingcha was a pickpocket and not a legitimate business owner, as the saying goes, there is a god above your head, and pickpockets also have a fear of the gods. Therefore, Haozi always restrained his Qingchas and told them not to touch anything in the City God Temple, so as not to provoke the City God's blame and harm the elders of the whole county.

The old temple keeper was grateful that the mouse had never harmed anyone, so he brought over the ladder he usually used to repair roofs from the temple and lowered the two men down from the paulownia tree.

Seeing that the two men were shivering with cold and unable to even walk, he scooped hot water from the temple and gave them to drink. After the two men recovered a little, he took them into the temple and warmed up the brazier.

Wang Chun and Haozi, facing the red brazier, felt their hands, feet and faces itching. This is the natural reaction of a person suddenly warming up after being frozen.

Seeing that the two men's expressions had eased a little, the old temple keeper asked, "Haozi, what happened to you two? It's so cold in the twelfth lunar month, and you're being hung there. If I had been an hour later, I'm afraid you two would have frozen to death."

Wang Chun and Haozi's faces turned extremely ugly when they heard this. The horrible and weird scene from last night once again enveloped them.

Haozi looked at the old temple keeper with trembling lips and asked with strange eyes: "Old temple keeper, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

The old temple keeper's eyes flickered. He thought that the two men might have been tricked by someone, so he said, "There are countless strange arts and evil skills in the martial arts world, but ghosts are nothing like human beings!"

Haozi's eyes revealed a deep fear, and he murmured, "Old temple keeper, you don't understand, that's a ghost! A real evil ghost!"

"At such a long distance, he waved his hand and I fell down."

"Moreover, the ghost floated out of a pottery jar..."

Seeing that Haozi's words were getting more and more outrageous, the old temple keeper sighed and said, "Now that you two have rested, you can go back. My temple will be open to welcome pilgrims soon."

"No!" Haozi suddenly said, "I want to kowtow to the City God."

As the rat spoke, he actually ran into the main hall and kowtowed to the City God. The old temple keeper ignored him. He was there to serve the City God, so how could he stop others from kowtowing to him?

Wang Chun seemed calmer than Haozi. While Haozi was kowtowing, he walked out through the back door and returned home.

After Wang Chun returned home, he fell seriously ill. After he recovered, he changed his habits and started to do some legitimate business.

After Haozi returned, he no longer did espionage and told his experiences to all his colleagues. Naturally, those espionage colleagues did not believe him at first, but later they saw that Haozi had really quit. Moreover, Huang Geng, the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who usually had good relations with Haozi, actually disappeared from the world, neither alive nor dead.

Some people began to believe what Haozi said, that Huang Geng was crushed to death by the evil spirit incarnated by Sun Huang!
Soon, the story of a fierce ghost protecting his wife spread among the people. In the story, the fierce ghost rose from the pottery jar under the windowsill, and the person fainted with just a wave of his hand from a distance. These details were very contagious, and even Liu Eying herself heard it...

It was said that there were three thieves who came to his house to steal, and one was strangled to death and two were hanged by Sun Huang's evil spirit. It was also said that the evil spirit rose from a clay pot. Liu Eying naturally found it absurd, but when she returned home, she found that the empty clay pot containing braised beef that had been placed under the windowsill was missing.

At that moment, Liu Eying's eyebrows and heart twitched, and her whole body suddenly felt cold...

The story was very detailed, and with Haozi's resignation and Huang Geng's disappearance, those who had originally wanted to target Liu Eying gave up the idea. What's more, Sun Huang was a member of the Yuanshun Escort Agency after all, so why bother with this bad luck?

The night Duan Rong returned to Liulu, he began to think about how to solve the problem of the Divine Blood Art.

The sight of the leech-like blood squirming out from between his fingernails really disgusted him.

Moreover, when Duan Rong thought about that disgusting thing inside his body, he felt unable to sleep or eat.

Duan Rong sat cross-legged on the bed. He used his spiritual sense to penetrate his body and scanned it inch by inch.

As long as he does not actively practice the Divine Blood Art, and there is no external source to stimulate the Divine Blood Art to operate automatically, even under the investigation of spiritual consciousness, no abnormality will be found.

"This Divine Blood Skill can actually be hidden so deeply!"

Duan Rong decided that he would actively practice the Divine Blood Art, and while practicing it, use his spiritual sense to explore the changes in his body to find out the subtle changes at the moment the Divine Blood Art was activated, and perhaps he could find a way to eliminate the Divine Blood Art.

Duan Rong's mind moved, and dense blood threads squeezed out from his ears, eyes, nostrils, nails, and pores, squirming and floating...

Duan Rong's entire body was enveloped in the floating, wriggling blood. The scene was indescribably bizarre and terrifying...

At the moment when the Filthy Blood Divine Art exploded, Duan Rong felt a chill in his heart. His mind was no longer on the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body.

Because under the cover of his divine consciousness, he clearly felt that at the moment when the Dirty Blood Divine Art exploded, a blood-colored wave was clearly transmitted in his sea of spiritual consciousness...

"Spiritual Sea of Consciousness? The source of the Divine Blood Art is actually in the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness?!"

(End of this chapter)