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

Chapter 337 Painted Skin Ghost
In the dark cave, with the candlelight dim, Duan Rong squatted beside Pan Yong's headless body, groping his body.

He took out a small purple porcelain bottle from the inner pocket of Pan Yong's clothes.

He looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, his eyes flickering slightly...

Inside this porcelain bottle is aconite cream.

In Duan Rong's mind, the information about this poison emerged one by one again.

This aconite cream is a poison made from two poisonous vines, Aconitum and Aconitum, as the main ingredients.

However, these Aconitum and Ligusticum chuanxiong are both alien species that come from the twisted underground space and are no longer ordinary medicinal herbs in the world.

The aconite cream made by mixing two poisonous substances is so strong that even the delicate and dense true Qi cannot be forced out of the body.

This poison is far more powerful than Shen Ping's poinsettia.

Shen Ping said that his poinsettia was the best in the world, nothing could be better. Now it seems that he was just looking at the world from a well.

Duan Rong's hand trembled, and he put the small porcelain bottle into his sleeve.

Then, he took out Pan Yong's star map and sect's cloud certificate from his body.

Duan Rong glanced at Pan Yong's star chart and saw more than 200 points on the chart.

He put away Pan Yong's star map and sect's cloud certificate, fumbled around for a while, and took out a black key from the inner pocket of his clothes.

Duan Rong took a look at the key in the candlelight.

This should be the key to the lower cabinet.

Duan Rong took the key and took out some miscellaneous items from Pan Yong. He carefully placed them on an empty sack.

After scanning Pan Yong's whole body, Duan Rong looked at the soft sword that Pan Yong dropped on the ground before his death, and the palm-sized cold iron box.

The iron box was silver-gray all over, felt heavy and cold to the touch, had a frosted surface, had a raised mechanism on one side, and the other side was covered with dense pinholes.

Duan Rong felt his scalp tingling when he looked at the densely packed pinholes.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

How many flying needles will be shot out in this wave, and he believes that all of those flying needles are poisoned.

Duan Rong carefully put away the iron box of hidden weapons, and then placed the soft sword on the ground on the pile of miscellaneous items on the sack.

At this time, Duan Rong turned his head and walked to the hammock not far away. He grabbed Pan Yong's head from the hammock.

There were a few spots of blood on the forehead of the head. Pan Yong's eyes were still wide open, but there was only a blank look in his eyes...

Duan Rong grabbed the head and placed it on the stone table with a bronze mirror on it, then moved the candle closer to him.

Then Duan Rong drew out the Minghong Knife. He held Pan Yong's head steady with one hand and grasped the tip of the Knife with the other hand. He carefully used the tip of the knife to prick Pan Yong's skin, along the hairline on his forehead, to the base of his ears, and then to the back of his neck...

Duan Rong's eyes were cold as he slowly and patiently peeled off Pan Yong's entire face.

During the whole process, he was very careful, fearing that his face would be scratched...

Only after peeling off the face completely did Duan Rong let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

In the dim candlelight, Pan Yong's head was seen as a bloody face.

Duan Rong looked at the bloody face and barely suppressed the urge to vomit.

He placed the bloody skin he had peeled off on the stone table.

At this moment, he glanced at the bronze mirror at hand, and saw a bloody face vaguely reflected in the bronze mirror. At first glance, it looked like Guan Gong in Peking Opera.

Duan Rong walked to the corner of the stone cave, took the wooden basin that Pan Yong usually used to wash, and poured the clean water in the pottery pot on the stone table into the wooden basin.

Duan Rong placed a basin of clean water on the stone table, picked up the bloody skin, and soaked it in the clean water.

The blood spread out, and the face floated on the water, rising and falling with the waves. Except for the two empty eyes, it looked exactly like a real face.

As Duan Rong watched, he felt creepy for some reason.

He hurriedly took off the clothes of Pan Yong's headless body, broke off his hands and feet, stuffed them into a large sack, and then stuffed the bloody head into the sack.

Duan Rong picked up the sack, rolled up the sack on the ground that contained sundries and a soft sword, held it in his hand, and walked out of the cave.

Duan Rong first came to the pond in the dense forest and threw the sundries and soft sword in his hand into the bottomless pond.

Then he picked up the blood-stained sack, left the pool and walked into the depths of the jungle.

He came to a stone wall covered with vines, picked up the blood-soaked sack, and crawled in.

Duan Rong held a torch and carried a sack and came to the depths of the black blood vine's cave.

Duan Rong looked at the black rock formation not far from his feet. The black boundary was the area where the black blood vine fed.

Duan Rong suddenly shook the sack vigorously, throwing the corpse and the bloody head in the sack near the two black blood vines.

After Chen Hu died, Duan Rong was busy with his hard training and had not come to feed the black blood vine for a few days.

The hungry black blood vines, as thick as fingers, twisted madly...

The vines covered with mucus instantly entangled the corpse and the bloody head.

The mucus secreted by the black blood vine is highly corrosive. The skin of the corpse soon began to fester and fester, followed by the flesh and blood beneath the skin...

The stench was overwhelming in the sealed cave...

Duan Rong's face was pale and his brows were tightly furrowed. If his mind was distracted for a moment, he would vomit immediately.

Under the corrosion of the black blood vine's mucus, the flesh and skin of the bloody head disappeared and turned into pus, and soon it became a white skull...

However, there were still traces of blood and yellow-black pus on the skull...

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly discovered that there was a black vine wrapped around the skull, and black and yellow mucus kept coming out of the vine, wrapping around the skull...

But after a few breaths, the bones were corroded and melted by the mucus...

After the bones disappeared, the contents inside flowed out...

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly jumped, and he saw that the white pulp was actually covered with dense black spots, just like a white dragon fruit...

"It's a Gu insect!"

When the poisonous insects encountered the mucus of the black blood vine, they actually emitted wisps of green smoke. In the green smoke, the poisonous insects woke up and began to wriggle...

However, once these squirming poisonous insects came into contact with the black and yellow slime on the ground, they emitted a wisp of green smoke and instantly disappeared...

As Pan Yong's body disappeared, Duan Rong suddenly discovered that the remaining black blood fruit on the black blood vine began to emit a dim red fluorescence...

“Is it mature?”

In fact, after the two black blood fruits were ripe, the remaining one was about to ripen.

But later, Chen Hu was killed and Shang Xiangyu left the mountain. Many big things happened one after another, and Duan Rong never came to feed it, so the black blood fruit never ripened.

At this time, Duan Rong was just using the black blood vine to destroy Pan Yong's body. The black blood vine could turn Pan Yong into nothing.

But he didn't expect that the remaining black blood fruit would also be ripe at this time.

Duan Rong looked at the black blood fruit, his eyes flashed. This thing is his auxiliary medicine for practicing the fifth level of Taizang Sutra. Since it is ripe, he will naturally pick it. However, the black blood vine is not full now. Once he steps over the boundary, the black blood vine will attack him.

Duan Rong grabbed the big sack at his feet and walked out of the cave.

About an incense stick later, he returned to the cave, walking with heavy steps, carrying a wild boar on his back and dragging a bulging big hemp sack in his hands.

Duan Rong walked to a place not far from the edge of the black rock formation, and with a bang, he knocked the big wild boar behind him down.

He took a deep breath and threw the poisonous insects in the big sack near the two black blood vines. Then he bent down, skinned the wild boar, and threw the bloody big wild boar near the black blood vines.

As the stench spread, about one third of the wild boar's body was left, and the black blood vine finally stopped eating.

Its vines no longer twisted and entangled blood-eating and poisonous insects, but hung down naturally and no longer secreted black and yellow mucus.

The original layer of slime on the ground also slowly seeped down...

Duan Rong's eyes lit up, the time to pick the black blood fruit had come.

He slowly stepped into the area of black rock formations.

He first walked a distance closer, watching the vines not far away with vigilant eyes. After a while, after making sure that the vines did not react, Duan Rong slowly approached until he reached out and picked the black blood fruit.

The moment Duan Rong picked the black blood fruit, he moved his body and flashed a few times like a ghost, and he was already standing outside the black rock area.

Duan Rong looked at the black blood fruit in his hand, and his eyes lit up with joy. However, the joy in Duan Rong's eyes disappeared in a flash, because he had something very important to do next.

Duan Rongxiu took the black blood fruit, walked out of the cave and returned to the cliff.

It was only the late afternoon, but the sky was still gloomy and covered with clouds.

Duan Rong locked the black blood fruit in his hand into the black iron cabinet in Shang Xiangyu's stone chamber.

Afterwards, Duan Rong looked at the copper lock on the upper drawer, frowned slightly, and suddenly he drew out the Minghong Sword, infused it with true energy, and cut the copper lock with one blow.

With a ding sound, Duan Rong's Minghong sword hovered there, and the lock of the copper lock on the black iron drawer had been cut off.

Duan Rong put the sword back into the sheath, removed the broken lock, opened the drawer, and looked inside intently.

In the black iron drawer, there was a jade pendant, a belt, a bottle of elixir, and a star chart, Shang Xiangyu's star chart.

Duan Rong picked up the star plate, took a look at it, and put it into his inner pocket.

Then Duan Rong looked at the bottle of pills. He knew that there were three Bingxin Pills in it.

This pill was prepared by Shang Xiangyu to condense the cyclone for himself. However, he had practiced the Nine Netherworld Great Hidden Art, which had cut off his own path to condensing the cyclone.

Although this pill is good, Shang Xiangyu will never be able to use it again.

Duan Rong put the pill in his sleeve. Although condensing cyclones was still a long way off for him, it was a pill that was helpful in forming cyclones after all, and it was not easy to refine.

Duan Rong finally looked at the jade pendant and the belt. His eyes moved, and he grasped the jade pendant and said to himself, "Read the spirit of the instrument."

Then a set of data appeared in front of Duan Rong.

He took a glance and said to himself, "Swallow it."

Shang Xiangyu had worn this jade pendant since he was a child until he went into the mountains to become a pharmacist, at which time he stopped wearing it.

As the data panel in front of him collapsed and disappeared, Duan Rong grabbed the belt again and did the same thing, devouring the spirit of the weapon.

After doing all this, Duan Rong closed the drawer and came into the stone chamber outside.

He stood there, his eyes flashing, information in his mind churning rapidly. He suddenly walked to an old wooden shelf in the corner, squatted down, and grabbed a dusty black pottery jar at the bottom.

According to the information he had swallowed and digested, the black pottery jar contained a kind of peach gum.

Duan Rong took the fist-sized black pottery jar and returned to Pan Yong's cave.

He stood on the edge of the cliff at the entrance of the cave. Suddenly, he flipped his hand and held a broken lock in his hand. He shook it lightly and threw the broken lock in his hand into the valley filled with white mist.

Duan Rong walked into Pan Yong's cave.

Pan Yong's body was cleared out, but the smell of blood in the cave was still strong. Duan Rong slowly walked to the table with the bronze mirror. He saw that the water in the basin had calmed down, and Pan Yong's face floated on the water, looking lifelike...

Duan Rong took a look, walked to the corner, and dug out a stone pot.

Duan Rong piled up dry firewood at the entrance of the cave and melted the peach gum in a stone pot...

About half an hour later, Duan Rong stood in front of the bronze mirror in the cave. In the wooden basin next to it was a basin of blood, and Pan Yong's face was gone.

The face in the bronze mirror was Pan Yong's face, and the eyes on that face flashed with cold curiosity.

When Duan Rong was in Xiangu County, he devoured the spirit of Fang Jingbao's ring in Weiyangfang, and thus gained the special skill of disguise.

At this time, he used the art of disguise and Pan Yong's face to make it look absolutely genuine, like a corpse resurrected from the dead.

At this moment, there was a sound of bones popping in Duan Rong's body.

But in a moment, his stature suddenly became half a head shorter.

Pan Yong was slightly shorter than Duan Rong. Duan Rong used his bone-shrinking skill to shrink his body by half a head.

Duan Rong looked at Pan Yong's face in the bronze mirror, which seemed to be from another world, and suddenly he felt a chill all over his body. In a trance, he felt that he was in the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and he himself was the ghost with painted skin and changed face.

Pan Yong walked out of the cave with a cloth bag tied around his waist. He looked up at the sky. It was still early before dark and there was still enough time. He suddenly smiled creepily and walked along the cliff towards the iron chain.

Pan Yong entered the cableway and disappeared in the white fog.

He came to the top of the hill where the Lower Court was, and then walked into the Lower Court along the familiar mountain path.

Pan Yong walked straight into Old Man Qin's room.

As soon as Pan Yong entered the room, he heard Old Man Qin coughing there. He coughed a few times and drank a few sips of strong tea before the coughing subsided.

Old man Qin raised his head and saw Pan Yong walking in.

Pan Yong asked, "Mr. Qin, once the dosage was reduced, the coughing problem started again?"

Old Man Qin sighed and said, "Just hold on. I wonder if my old bones can last until the merchant comes back."

Pan Yong said: "Master Shang left suddenly, I hope he can come back soon..."

Pan Yong said this with a somewhat sad tone.

Old Man Qin asked, "Why? What's the matter with you?"

Pan Yong smiled and said, "It's like this. I want to go to Shenyun Mansion. It will take about ten days, including the round trip."

Old man Qin frowned.

Normally, if this registered disciple wants to leave the mountain, he needs the personal signature of the manager, and only when he arrives at the lower house can they give the approval.

However, Shang Xiangyu is no longer here.

If the regulations were followed, Pan Yong would not be able to leave the mountain.

But Old Man Qin couldn't resist Pan Yong. He still had to ask Pan Yong for his medicine, so how could he offend him?

Old Man Qin hesitated for a moment, then looked at Pan Yong and said, "Since Master Shang is not here, let's make an exception."

(End of this chapter)