Slime Immortal.

Chapter 28: Mud Demon
First this, then this, then this...

Chen Yu put down the talisman brush and picked up the ghost-painted talisman with the cinnabar ink still wet on the table.

Very good, so we get a failed talisman.

"Sure enough, drawing talismans is not that easy."

This failed talisman, which cost ten broken souls, was balled up and thrown onto the ground. It rolled a few times and stayed in the same corner with its yellow paper ball predecessor.

These failed products alone were worth five or six spirit stones, but now they have all become waste.

No wonder there are still so few cultivators who practice drawing talismans, which is the easiest to get started with among the four arts of cultivating immortals.

If I can't finish this painting, how long will it take me to finish it?

Never mind, I have money anyway.

Chen Yu held his breath and concentrated, took out the yellow talisman paper and pressed it under the stone, ground the cinnabar ink, picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and started writing.

After failing several times in succession, seeing that the yellow talisman paper was about to run out, the talisman under his pen suddenly glowed with spiritual light, and the spiritual ink writing completely merged with the yellow talisman paper, and a rock talisman was formed.

【Talisman Drawing Skill Level 1】

"Huh, I didn't expect I have a talent for drawing talismans."

Chen Yu picked up the rock talisman and looked at it again and again, feeling very satisfied.

Although the quality of the talisman was quite average, it was undoubtedly a good start.

Chen Yu flipped through the book of talismans.

There are not many talismans recorded in the talisman book, only two, the rock and the pile of stones. One can be used to resist attacks from swords, sticks and Taoist magic, and the other is simply to throw stones, plain and unpretentious.

The art of drawing talismans is only related to the skill of drawing talismans. When drawing different talismans, one also needs to practice the talisman diagrams. He currently only knows how to draw the rock talisman. As for the stone stacking talisman, he still needs practice to master it.

The talisman drawing technique was already completed, and Chen Yu couldn't wait to immerse his consciousness back into the swamp forest.

In the central tree area, the slime that had been standing still for a long time blinked, and its body rebounded and became three-dimensional.

He walked around the little ones playing and fighting and came to an open space.

Two stinging bees grabbed a broad leaf and flew down from the tree, landing steadily in front of Chen Yu.

Before, he had thought about what he could use to replace the necessary materials for drawing talismans in Zeyarila.

Talisman pen?

The stinger of the stinging bee can barely be replaced, but the resulting talisman is not aesthetically pleasing and has a higher failure rate.

Talisman paper?

Theoretically, it is not impossible to use leaves, but the prerequisite is that he has to use spiritual power to process them, so that the leaves can barely be used as talisman paper.

As for Fu Mo... he really couldn't think of anything here that could replace Fu Mo.

Talisman ink is not something you can just pick up any ink to use; it needs to be made from rare and precious materials.

Does Ziarella have any rare treasures?

do not know.

Anyway, he hasn't seen it.

With such thin spiritual energy, it is difficult to even practice cultivation, let alone grow spiritual herbs in the fields.

If he had hands, Chen Yu would really like to pat his troubled gel head.

As expected, drawing talismans in Zeyarila is not as easy as I thought. I can’t even get all the materials together.

If the talisman cannot be drawn, it can only be put on hold for the time being.

Chen Yu jumped and turned around, his round eyes looking into the depths of the swamp.

He had killed almost all the monsters here, but most of the monsters with magic organs had the talent of poison resistance.

He ate so much at Shunfeng Forest Road that he managed to increase his toxin resistance to almost Lv.3.

If you want to hunt monsters with different talents, you may have to explore deep into the swamp and challenge the terrifying existence in the darkness.

The depths of the swamp were areas no one had ever set foot on, and he had no idea what was inside. He could only take one step at a time and see what was inside.

But strong also means chewy.

There must be a lot of delicious monsters in there...

Chen Yu assembled a legion of thirty stinging bees and planned to explore deep into the swamp before dark.

At this moment, a stinging bee flew back from outside its territory, landed on the ground, bowed its head respectfully, and placed its limbs on the gel.

“…Lin Dao…Humanity…Death…”

"Humanity?"

"Humans have invaded the swamp?"

The arrival of humans in the swamp is a serious matter.

Huh?
Wait...could it be the human who survived the previous Clash of Clans?

How did they end up here? Chen Yu decided to follow the stinging bee out to see what was going on.

……

Swamp forest road.

Arno Belmont almost used his body to push away the vines hanging in front of him, and only by clinging to an oak tree did he stabilize his shaky body.

The petrification disease has struck again!
The biting cold had already penetrated his bones. They were like countless cold and tiny stone needles, drilling along his blood vessels and ruthlessly carving his flesh.

Every breath brought a sharp pain deep in the chest. The right side of the body had completely lost consciousness, leaving only a cold and dead feeling deep in the bone marrow.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Arno uttered a hoarse curse through his teeth. The objects of this curse were not only the petrification curse flowing in his blood, but also the gray-scaled lizardmen who had forced him into this desperate situation.

The gray-scaled lizardmen had spotted him.

Then he became the prey.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed the sluggishness caused by petrification, and he turned and ran, without knowing where to go.

Like a chased rabbit, it plunged headfirst into the depths of this even deeper and more dangerous primeval jungle.

The thorns tore at his clothes and skin, and the mud tried to swallow him again and again.

Just when he was almost exhausted and ready to give up resistance, he stumbled into a strange forest trail.

This forest trail is unusually "clean".

There were no lurking poisonous insects, no prying animal eyes, and even the layer of rotting leaves underfoot seemed much thinner.

Some invisible forbidden force keeps the dangerous residents of the forest away.

This strange forest path turned out to be his only way to survive in his desperate escape—at least it saved his life temporarily and prevented him from immediately becoming food for the swamp monsters or lizardmen.

However, this temporary respite was ultimately no match for the curse raging within the body.

"Ugh—!"

An unprecedented pain surged up!
Arno could no longer hold on, his knees gave way, and he fell heavily onto the cold, slippery moss.

He hunched over like a cooked shrimp, and his heavy breathing turned into painful sobs.

Darkness began to encroach from all directions, severe pain tore at his nerves, and despair devoured his will.

His consciousness was about to collapse, and in a trance, he saw a ray of warm light in the darkness.

It was the orange glow of a warm fireplace.

The dancing lights illuminated the dining table covered with a clean linen tablecloth, and the air was filled with the aroma of baking bread and stewing meat.

He seemed to have returned to that warm home.

Laura's long golden hair was tied behind her head, revealing her gentle profile. She was carefully chopping up a piece of stewed meat and feeding it to her little daughter who was sitting in a high chair.

The son excitedly waved his wooden sword, imitating the knight stories told by his father, running around the table and bumping into chairs, which made Laura laugh in anger.

At that time, I was wearing home clothes that were not gorgeous but neat, sitting in the main seat, holding a cup of warm mead in my hand, looking at everything in front of me, and my tired heart was filled with a heavy warm current called "home".

Laura occasionally looked up, her blue eyes filled with dependence and love...

How long ago was that? That warmth, that peace, that feeling of being needed...

"Lola... the kids..."

He murmured unconsciously, and his cold body seemed to feel a hint of illusory warmth.

But this warmth was fleeting, as if it had been snatched away by an invisible giant hand! The cold reality and piercing pain once again dragged him back into the hellish swamp.

The fire in the fireplace went out, the aroma of food turned into the stench of rotting leaves, and the laughter of his wife and the noise of his children were replaced by dead silence.

He seemed to be completely abandoned by the warm illusion and fell alone into the bottomless dark abyss.

Just when he was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness.

In the hazy vision, the thick fog in front of the forest road seemed to move.

A shadow silently condensed and rose, its outline appearing extremely hideous in the distorted mist and mottled light and shadow.

It looked... like a distorted humanoid figure, but definitely not human.

The surface of the body seemed to be constantly wriggling and flowing, as if covered with a bottomless layer of dark mud, or as if countless tiny maggots were surging wildly.

Several sharp protrusions can be vaguely seen, like the horns or claws of a devil, looming in the mist.

The most frightening thing is its "head". There are two points of dark green, cold light without any temperature, like eyes spying on prey in the abyss, locking onto him!
It's a devil!
Arno's remaining sanity was instantly swallowed by fear.

No! He can't die! Lola is still waiting for him! The children are still waiting for him!
He promised to bring back the money!
Even if I have to sell my soul to the devil... even if I have to fall into the deepest hell... as long as... as long as I can see them again!
The will to survive burst out with the last bit of strength like a last ray of light.

He used up all his strength, stretched out his hand towards the hideous and terrifying figure in the mist, touched the dark mud, and hoarsely squeezed out a broken prayer:
"Save...save me...no matter...who you are...a demon...or even...your soul...my soul...take it! Save me!"

The dark green light flickered slightly, as if examining the humble and hopeless stone sacrifice before it.

The sticky dark outline "flowed" silently forward a step.

(End of this chapter)