Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 469 Memory Recovery. (Second Update!)

Inside the pharmacy, the bitter aroma of various medicinal herbs had been dissipated by the strong, fishy, ​​and sweet smell, leaving only a faint herbal scent.

Yan Dong walked calmly through the shop's main hall.

Behind him followed a figure closely.

Suddenly, Yan Dong stopped and turned to look behind him. The figure behind him also stopped. His yellow robe was stained with bloodstains and splattered with pus. He exuded a strong smell of blood. It was Le Jingxuan.

But at this moment, apart from his intact robe, Le Jingxuan's face was covered with only a few patches of purplish-black rotting flesh, with many places exposing stark white bones; his eyeballs, nose, ears, and even his tongue had all fallen out, leaving dark, empty holes that looked particularly gruesome; under the robe, it was impossible to tell what was missing from his torso, but the robe, which had originally fit well, now seemed exceptionally large, and his torso inside seemed to sway and tilt like a storm wave; under the hem, his only remaining leg had been stripped of all flesh and blood by something, leaving only a bare section of white bone.

A dense aura of yin energy, mixed with a rolling deathly aura, repeatedly enveloped Le Jingxuan, making him unrecognizable as a living person.

At this moment, Le Jingxuan's mouth opened and closed rapidly, as if he were asking Yan Dong a question. But with his movements, a lot of the rotten flesh around his lips fell off, exposing his teeth, which rattled and made a meaningless noise.

Yan Dong looked at him calmly, his expression unchanged.

This Le Jingxuan has entered this pharmacy more than a dozen times, but he himself is completely unaware of it and always thinks this is his first time entering the pharmacy.

This time, Yan Dong did not answer the other party's question, but simply looked at Le Jingxuan quietly.

Two figures shrouded in dense yin energy quietly appeared behind Le Jingxuan.

The two figures were one fat and one thin. The fat one was tall with small eyes, a high nose, and a fierce face, and wore a soft turban. The thin one was as thin as a bamboo pole, and had a short knife hanging at his waist.

After they appeared, they walked to Le Jingxuan's sides without the slightest hesitation. The fat one grabbed Le Jingxuan's relatively intact arms, and with a little force, forcibly tore them off and attached them to his own body.

The thin figure grabbed Le Jingxuan's torso, and after a series of thrashing movements, detached himself and attached himself to his back.

The two worked swiftly and quickly dismantled Le Jingxuan.

Le Jingxuan was completely unaware of this; his jaw was still opening and closing, as if he were talking to Yan Dong.

Before long, he was torn to pieces, his rotting flesh mixed with blood scattered all over the ground. Except for his head, which lay alone on the ground, all other parts of his body were taken away.

Finally, the fat subordinate stretched out his fan-like hand, grabbed Le Jingxuan's head, and placed it on his own neck.

Amidst the billowing black mist, the two subordinates, one fat and one thin, appeared incredibly bizarre.

The already dense yin energy became even heavier at this moment, like a real evil spirit.

The previously decayed and dilapidated Lejingxuan has completely disappeared from this "strange" place.

Yan Dong watched this scene calmly, without any ripples in his eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, then opened his arms, as if carefully sensing the changes within himself.

But soon, he frowned and opened his eyes again.

The fragments of "law" remain three; no more have been added!

This means that the fragments on Le Jingxuan's body had already been taken away by someone beforehand!

Who is it?
Zheng Que, who had "evil spirits" as his ghost servants?
Is it still that Liao Zhanbo whose origins are unknown?

As he pondered, Yan Dong's expression suddenly turned extremely cold, and the yin energy around him became even more viscous.

※※※ In the winery filled with the smell of various liquors, Zheng Que stared at the blood seeping from the crack in the door in front of him, his brows furrowed. Without any hesitation, he raised his leg and kicked the door hard.

boom!
The seemingly ordinary wooden door remained completely still, as if it were cast from refined iron. On the contrary, Zheng Que himself was forced back a few steps by the shock.

At this moment, apart from the main gate, the surrounding walls, the floor tiles, the ceiling above... all began to seep out streaks of blood.

Strange noises began to emanate from the shadows throughout the shop.

Seeing that the door could not be opened, Zheng Que immediately imitated Song Jiaoyin's actions when she entered the shop, closing his eyes, covering his ears, and remaining silent without making any noise.

Ping Pong Pong...

The room grew increasingly noisy, filled with strange sounds, footsteps pacing around him, and sighs that seemed to come from near and far... After a long period of commotion, these sounds suddenly vanished at some point, as if the noise had all been an illusion.

When Zheng Que opened his eyes again, the entire distillery had returned to normal. All the bloodstains had disappeared, and it looked like just an ordinary workshop.

He rushed toward the gate.

boom!
This time, Zheng Que opened the gate with great ease. Under the daylight, the long street outside was empty and deserted.

Song Jiaoyin and the other two had disappeared without a trace.

Zheng Que looked around, frowned slightly, and immediately, not daring to waste any time, left the shop and fled quickly in one direction.

In this situation, Xue Shuangzi knows nothing yet, so he needs to hurry over and meet up with this ghost servant!

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On the deserted streets, flags fluttered on both sides and shops lined the streets. Xue Shuangzi wandered aimlessly.

She had been wandering around here for a while, her slightly unfocused eyes revealing a sense of bewilderment, clearly unable to recall why she was here.

Suddenly, Xue Shuangzi stopped in her tracks.

It seemed that some force limiting her perception had disappeared, and she remembered who her master was!

Despite this, she still had no recollection of anything that happened after entering this "strange" place.

It seems that Zheng Que put her into his soul-nurturing bag, and then, for some unknown reason, she appeared on this unfamiliar street.

As she was pondering, Xue Shuangzi noticed something, suddenly turned her head, and looked towards the street corner.

Three figures emerged from the street corner. The one in the lead wore a gorgeous dress and held an ivory fan. Her attire resembled that of a refined lady in her boudoir. She was composed and beautiful. Behind her were two older women, dressed neatly and elegantly, like servants from an ordinary wealthy family, escorting their pampered young lady.

However, at this moment, the three of them were surrounded by yin energy, and the black smoke obscured their beautiful faces, making them appear even more gloomy. They could no longer be identified as cultivators.

The two exchanged a glance from a distance. As soon as Song Jiaoyin saw Xue Shuangzi, she immediately said, "Xue Shuangzi..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xue Shuangzi's figure had already vanished from Song Jiaoyin's sight in an instant!
puff!
The middle-aged female cultivator behind Song Jiaoyin was completely unaware of what was happening when a slender, fair hand pierced through her chest.

Behind him, Xue Shuangzi's eyes were curved, her lips were smiling, and her eyes were flashing with an excited and strange light. Zheng Que was not by her side, so she did not hold back at all!
"kill!!"

(End of this chapter)