I'm modifying myself into the ultimate demon.

Chapter 20 Nightmare Suppression Technique
After bidding farewell to Lei Peng, Chen Mo put away the book and left the central courtyard, heading towards the main entrance of the Lei Clan Martial Arts School.

Along the way, we still saw brokers carrying goods.

When Chen Mo reached the gate, someone bumped into him. Just as he was about to get angry, he saw a little girl carrying candied hawthorns passing by. Because she bumped into Chen Mo, she apologized repeatedly.

Seeing the little girl's sincere expression, Chen Mo smiled slightly and decided not to pursue the matter further. He reached the carriage and jumped on.

"Qiulan, go home."

After giving the order, Chen Mo sat down in the carriage and took out the booklet to look through it.

At the same time, open the panel and you will immediately see a square and a black bar appear on the booklet.

[Current original solution essence: 0]

[Current number of times it can be identified: 1]

[A recognizable object has been detected. Recognize?]

A few days ago, Chen Mo checked the panel and finally got a chance to use the recognition function. Only then did he dare to spend a lot of money to buy the Fiery Palm. Otherwise, Chen Mo would not have been willing to spend so much money.

Although the Chen family is not short of money, no one's money comes from thin air.

My parents work hard outside to earn money... it's not easy for them either.

However, what puzzled Chen Mo was that the number of recognition attempts appeared without any pattern.

Sometimes it can recognize an item once every other day, and sometimes it won't recognize an item for more than half a month.

It seems like it all comes down to luck.

Overall, it's a good thing.

Chen Mo cleared his mind of distractions and began to think:
Identification.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, and when I came to my senses again, the subtitles had changed.

【Name: Fiery Palm】

[Type: Yang-type external martial arts]

[Functions: Strengthens Qi and blood, dispels toxic yang, and unleashes violent destructive power.]

[Introduction: This technique primarily utilizes the Yang Poison of Fiery Inferno, and can only be cultivated at the Flesh Refining Realm. It consists of four forms (Inch Force, Sinking Pressure, Palm Fire, and Fiery Poison). Upon mastery, the palm becomes like fire, transforming one's own Yang Qi and blood into fiery poison, with unpredictable power.]

[Note: This palm technique is as fierce as fire, turning blood and qi into poison; it harms the user before harming the attacker. Combining it with gentler, more subtle techniques, and supplementing it with the Cold Night Grass, can enhance its effectiveness and counteract its side effects.]

Looking at the information in the notes section, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, secretly marveling that it still had to be a cheat code.

On the one hand, the Golden Finger's identification confirms that the technique is genuine and there is no possibility of unauthorized alteration.

On the other hand, he already possesses a Yin-type martial art. He only needs to find the Cold Night Grass to counteract the side effects of the Fiery Palm and make his cultivation twice as effective.

Lei Peng said it took him several years to get the hang of it.

Based on his experience with the Fuyang Saber Technique, Chen Mo estimated that he could master it in one or two months at most.

This is really good news.

Chen Mo put aside his thoughts and called out to the outside of the carriage, "Qiu Lan, go to the family pharmacy first."

Qiulan nodded in agreement, changed course in the carriage, and headed straight for Chen's Pharmacy.

Chen Mo took the opportunity to review the Fiery Palm manual, memorizing the details. Once he had it thoroughly memorized, he began to practice it by moving his hands.

With the Xuan Yin Hand as his foundation, he had a thorough understanding of the basics of the Fiery Palm.

Just then, Chen Mo suddenly felt something slightly wriggling at the back of his shirt. It felt similar to the sensation of a caterpillar…

Ok?
Chen Mo reached out and grabbed his collar, but found nothing. The wriggling sensation suddenly stopped.

Without giving it much thought, he continued practicing the Fiery Palm technique.

Not long after, the wriggling sensation returned. It seemed as if a small insect had secretly crawled into his clothes and was slowly moving up his abdomen.

The intense discomfort made Chen Mo sit up straight immediately and lift his clothes to grab the insect.

Before he could catch the "insect," he suddenly felt it crawl onto his back, and then a sharp, solid spike pierced through Chen Mo's chest.

"what!!!"

Chen Mo let out a shrill scream and collapsed into the carriage, rolling around wildly.

Phew!

Another solid, sharp spike pierced Chen Mo's chest.

A heart-wrenching pain!

Completely unable to resist, it almost devoured Chen Mo's remaining consciousness. He bit his lower lip, clinging to the last vestiges of awareness, forcing himself to stay conscious. What happened?

Even though no one stabbed me in the chest, why do I feel like someone is stabbing me in the chest with a knife?

Moreover, my body felt as if it were nailed to the carriage floor, unable to move.

An inexplicable and intense sense of crisis made every hair on Chen Mo's body stand on end.

Has it been haunted again?
But all of this seems too real; it doesn't feel like a possession.

Just then, Chen Mo felt the carriage stop. Qiu Lan rushed into the carriage in a panic, calling out, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Before Chen Mo could answer, through the lifted curtain, he saw two fierce-looking masked men in black riding towards him from a great distance, clearly coming for him.

How dare they lay a hand on the second young master of the Chen family, a prominent family in the county, in broad daylight?

In that instant, Chen Mo, enduring excruciating pain, sensed the danger of death.

He had been in this world for several months and was no longer a novice. He immediately began to make plans.

His hands and feet were nailed shut by something.

And sharp objects pierced his chest time and time again.

The only thing that can move... is its head.

At this critical moment, Chen Mo noticed the jade hairpin in Qiu Lan's hair and immediately said, "Qiu Lan, give me the back of your head, quick!"

Seeing Chen Mo grimacing in pain, his face contorted in agony, Qiu Lan knew the situation was serious. She turned her head and lowered her head, bringing the back of her head close to Chen Mo's mouth. Chen Mo bit down on the jade hairpin, then shook his head and pulled it out.

Click!

Chen Mo bit off a piece of the hairpin, put half of it in his mouth, and mumbled, "Run! Go get help! Go!!!"

Startled by Chen Mo's loud shout, Qiu Lan trembled all over and jumped out of the car without hesitation.

Before long, the two men in black rushed to the front of the carriage and dismounted.

The shorter man in black said, "A girl ran away; I'll go after her."

The tall man in black said, "Just let her go. Our target is the second young master of the Chen family. Let's not cause any unnecessary trouble."

The short man then said, "Brother is right. I'll go and drag the second young master of the Chen family out right now."

The tall man warned, "Last time, the young master of the Chen family bought Qi and Blood Pills, which means he's practicing martial arts. Be careful."

The short man chuckled and said, "He's been hit by a nightmare spell and can't move. He's practically a corpse right now. Why be so careful, brother?"

Chen Mo was greatly surprised after hearing their conversation.

Nightmare Suppression Technique?
Isn't that an evil spell involving stabbing people with puppets?

In his previous life, Chen Mo had watched many movies and TV dramas. Some incompetent women harbored resentment towards a certain man but were powerless to take revenge. They would have a cloth doll made of the man made and put it in a cabinet. They would prick it with needles every day, begging the man to suffer retribution as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, such evil magic actually exists in this world!

Based on his feeling just now, Chen Mo felt that he was right.

It feels like being pricked by a needle.

The problem is... to cast a nightmare spell, you need the victim's blood, clothing, or at the very least, their birth date and time. Then you need to make close contact with them.

But... I haven't had any contact with anyone since I left home this morning.

correct……

It's that little girl eating candied hawthorn.

She bumped into herself.

Something was wriggling on my body just now. That little girl must have slipped something onto me during the brief moment of impact.

Chen Mo thought he had been cautious enough, but the danger level of this world... far exceeded his expectations.

It’s impossible to guard against it.

And... that tall man in black knew he had bought the Qi and Blood Pills.

Could it be that these two men in black... were sent by Granny Li?
Thinking of this, Chen Mo felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Wow!

The short man lifted the curtain, boarded the carriage, and saw Chen Mo lying inside, trembling in pain. He chuckled sinisterly, "Grandma's Nightmare Spell is truly powerful..."

(End of this chapter)