Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 323 I killed 388! What about yesterday?

Murong Fu had long ago discovered Zhao Zhengyi's immediate death and Yi Ku's resentful death.

So he squatted down, and Tian Qi, whose head was pressed down on Yi Ku's corpse, pulled it over.

Said:

"Master Tian, ​​how are you? Can you still walk?"

Tian Qi's eyes were not large to begin with, and now they were bloodshot and swollen from the impact, leaving only a narrow field of vision, and he couldn't even see who the person was.

But Murong Fu's voice was clear and mellow, confirming Tian Qi's identity. Severely injured, he clung to Murong Fu as a lifeline, spitting out blood as he spoke:

"Save...save me..., Murong...the great hero..."

Murong Fu curled his lip and said, "The other two are dead, you're the only lucky one."

It's probably your bulk that cushioned the impact, plus Yiku acted as a human cushion...

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As he spoke, he used his sword to make two cuts on Tian Qi's two swollen eyelids, and blood flowed out. Soon, Tian Qi's vision returned to normal.

Xinmei also walked to Murong Fu's side at this moment, and was shocked to see that Yi Ku and Zhao Zhengyi were both dead.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhengyi, known for his iron will, and Yi Ku, ranked ninth on the Weapon Ranking, died so easily.

He wanted to say something, but hesitated and stopped.

Looking at Murong Fu, I recalled his nickname "Perfect Hero" and suddenly wondered whether sending him to Shaolin Temple would be a blessing or a curse.

However, the Buddhist sect believes in cause and effect. They cannot stop Murong Fu now, and they cannot stop him anyway. Perhaps this is the fate of Shaolin.

Xinmei first had her disciples take Tian Qi back to the carriage, while she silently performed a ritual for Zhao Zhengyi and Yi Ku. Then, she had the four disciples who had returned take out iron shovels and tie the two corpses together with the corpse of the Plum Blossom Bandit, preparing to take them to Shaolin Temple together.

Murong Fu returned to the carriage, looked at Tian Qi who was lying there breathing more heavily than gasping for air, then glanced at Li Xunhuan who looked helpless, and asked him:

"Why is the third-ranking scholar looking at Master Tian like this?"

Li Xunhuan said, "I'm wondering when Uncle Tian will die?"

Murong Fu said, "Even without food or water, it can last at least five days..."

Li Xunhuan nodded thoughtfully and said, "It seems that it's true that wicked people live for a thousand years."

Murong Fu pointed out the window and said, "But both Master Zhao and Yi Ku are dead."

Li Xunhuan said, "Hehe, when a petty villain meets a great villain, it's indeed like a little devil meeting Yama, he's useless."

Murong Fu asked, "You're calling me a villain?"

Li Xunhuan said, "Young Master Murong is naturally a good person, but he is far more wicked than hypocrites like Zhao Zhengyi and Tian Qi."

You are like a flame, a sword, a bolt of lightning... I have seen countless people in my life, but this is the first time I have met someone like you, young master.

Murong Fu thought to himself: Isn't this what Yaoyue said...?

But then I thought about it again. When you reach a certain level in martial arts, you pursue something beyond the human. In his previous life, Murong Fu had never seen anyone walk on water, let alone release palm force to shatter boulders.

But in these worlds, not only do they possess such abilities, but they also have such power themselves. Furthermore, through years of cultivation and improvement, they have gradually mastered even more non-human powers.

Now, he is eternally youthful, able to ride the wind and unleash sword energy at will to take lives, and can infuse his true energy into the human body to miraculously restore health...

Thinking about it this way, I have gone very far down the path of being "inhuman". I am already close to fifty years old, but I look like I am only twenty-five or twenty-six.

Perhaps fifty years from now, he will still look the same.

At this moment, Master Xinmei boarded the carriage, glanced at Tian Qi, and then said to the two of them:

"Sigh, it seems this journey has been quite bumpy. I wonder if the rest of the trip will go smoothly?"

Murong Fu said, "Master, I think it's impossible."

Li Tanhua has offended quite a few people. Even in just a few days since entering the pass, he's already offended Qingmo Shou Yi Ku; there are probably others as well.

Li Xunhuan was silent for a moment before saying, "There are indeed quite a few. Although I generally don't make things difficult for others, the people in the martial arts world are still too complicated..."

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Master Xinmei frowned, but said nothing.

Murong Fu remembered that the next attacker should be the Five Poison Child.

The disciples of the Five Poison Boys fought against Li Xunhuan when he first entered the pass because of the Golden Silk Armor.

He ultimately died on the spot.

The Five Poison Child naturally came to avenge his disciples. He was the master of the Blissful Cave in Miao territory. He was short in stature, like a child, but his methods were ruthless. He was skilled in using rare poisons and especially adept at controlling snakes and insects, killing people invisibly, making people in the martial arts world turn pale at the mention of his name.

He has an even more terrifying identity: he is the godson of the Bodhisattva of Great Joy.

When Li Xunhuan fought against the Five Poisons lineage, it could be said that he defeated the younger ones and then the older ones came along.

Not long after, the carriage stopped, and Xinmei led everyone out of the carriage.

It turned out they had arrived at a quiet inn and wanted to rest for a while.

First, they ordered a bowl of porridge for Tian Qi, and the little monk served Tian Qi the porridge.

The Shaolin monks ordered some vegetables and a bowl of porridge for Xinmei.

Li Xunhuan asked for wine, but Xinmei ignored him.

Instead, Murong Fu took out a jar of wine from his pocket and gave it to Li Xunhuan.

Upon seeing this, Li Xunhuan smiled at Murong Fu and then began to drink heartily.

Xinmei glanced at it with surprise, but remembering what Murong Fu had said about "a universe hidden in one's sleeve," she didn't say anything.

He continued eating his porridge.

Soon, the food arrived, all vegetarian dishes. Just as the Shaolin monks were about to eat, Murong Fu pushed the food onto the ground and said:

"The food is poisoned; it can't be eaten."

The others exchanged bewildered glances, while Li Xunhuan wore a solemn expression.

Murong Fu gave the others a look, signaling them not to act rashly. Then he got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing the expressions on the two cooks' faces, he knew something was wrong.

A normal person's skin tone may be lighter, darker, or yellower, but these are all within the normal range. However, the faces of these two masters had changed, turning gray.

The mealtime had passed, and the kitchen was empty. The head chef cooked two dishes, and the assistant chef brought over a pot of wine. The two of them were sitting there with their legs crossed, enjoying the most pleasant hour of the day. They lived because there was such an hour every day.

But because of Li Xunhuan's arrival, and because of the feud between the Five Poisons Child and Li Xunhuan, they became the victims.

In the martial arts world, the lives of ordinary people seem to be worth less than those of dogs, and it seems that no one ever cares about them.

But Murong Fu cared.

When the two saw Murong Fu come to the kitchen, they assumed he was a rich young master who had come to stroll around.

The head chef, already slightly tipsy, greeted him with a smile, "Young master, are you here to have a drink with us?"

Murong Fu nodded, and as the two raised their wine cups, he used his inner energy to penetrate each other's bodies.

Poisons in the world can be broadly divided into two types: plant poisons and snake and insect poisons. The Five Poison Boys are naturally skilled in snake and insect poisons.

Fortunately, Murong Fu had also done extensive research on this topic.

The true energy seeped into their bodies, suppressing the outbreak of toxins.

Then Murong Fu looked at the oil bottle on the stove and sure enough, there was a red, glowing centipede inside!

Murong Fu then used his true energy to send the centipede flying into the sky. He then used his right index finger and forefinger to form a sword and crushed the centipede to death. The centipede's venom covered Murong Fu's fingers and was subsequently absorbed by his Thousand Spider Venomous Hand.

At the same time, Murong Fu learned about the poisonous properties of the centipede.

The centipede fell to the ground, and Murong Fu crushed it to dust with his sword. He then poured the remaining oil onto the ground and froze it with his Mingyu True Qi.

He turned around and inserted his Thousand Spider Venomous Hands into the third rib and abdomen of his two masters respectively.

Most of the toxins were absorbed by it, and the remainder was suppressed by Murong Fu's Mingyu True Qi.

After all, centipede venom is a protein venom, which is essentially no different from the spider venom in the hands of Thousand Spider Poisons, except for the different toxicology.

They will all quickly lose their activity under precise low-temperature treatment.

Unlike those heroes and villains who regarded the lives of ordinary people as ants, Murong Fu believed that all land under heaven belonged to the king, and all people within the realm were his subjects.

Everyone in the world is like one's own child, and when one sees one's own child in trouble, one is naturally willing to lend a helping hand.

But if they are rebellious sons or wicked daughters, he, as their father, must also purify the morals of the world.

Murong Fu walked out of the kitchen and said to Xiaoji, whose legs were trembling with fear, "These two chefs of your shop will probably not be able to work for the next two weeks and will need to rest."

Don't be afraid, take it.

Then Murong Fu handed him a gold ingot that had been cut into four pieces, saying:

"You and the two chefs each get one serving, and the meal fee is for one serving."

Murong Fu told them not to be afraid because the shop was full of insects, a dense swarm of insects!

Accompanied by the sound of stringed instruments, the insects writhed incessantly, and a strange sense of dread arose in everyone's heart.

Li Xunhuan, Xinmei, and the four young monks were also forced by the insects to stand next to Murong Fu.

Even Master Xinmei, a seasoned veteran, felt a chill run down his spine and said, "Murong Tanyue, this is..."

Li Xunhuan said, "It must be the Five Poison Boys."

Master Xinmei frowned and said, "Li Tanyue, is the Five Poison Boy the master of the Blissful Cave?"

Li Xunhuan said, "It's him...he's here to see me."

Just then, the music stopped, and suddenly a burst of laughter came from nowhere. The laughter seemed to come from near and far, and it was impossible to tell where it came from.

Xinmei clasped her hands together politely and said, "Why don't you show yourself, benefactor?"

The Five Poisons Child said, "I don't even need to show myself to take your life, old monk."

Li Xunhuan said, "Oh?"

The Lord of the Paradise Cave laughed, "Three hundred and eighty-eight people have died by my hand, and not only have none of them ever seen me, they haven't even seen my shadow."

Murong Fu said calmly, "Very well, what about yesterday?"

The sound stopped for a moment, as did the strange laughter, and then it said in a peculiar manner:

"What yesterday?"

Murong Fu said, "How many people did you kill yesterday?"

388? That can't possibly be the total number of people you've killed over the years, so there's nothing worth mentioning.

Is that really true?

The Five Poisons Child understood Murong Fu's mockery and became somewhat furious.

He is not afraid of being called bad or vicious, but he cannot stand being looked down upon.

The Five Poisons Child said, "Boy, how many did you kill?!"

Murong Fu said, "Who remembers? Maybe more than ten thousand, maybe more than twenty thousand."

Perhaps only someone like you, who gets complacent after killing a few hundred, would remember it so clearly.

Heh, I've never seen him before. Is he out of his mind, having to write everything down in a notebook every time he kills, so he's too embarrassed to show his face?

Li Xunhuan waved his hand and said, "Young Master Murong, that's not necessarily true. I heard he's a dwarf, so proud that he's afraid to show his face."

The Five Poison Child was so angry he was about to explode. He said, "Bullshit! It's all bullshit!"

I'm going to kill you all!! I... Ah!

The sound abruptly stopped, followed by a short but piercing scream in the distance! Then came the sound of something falling.

The insects on the ground suddenly trembled and circled around the inn.

Xinmei asked, "Did something fall from the tree?"

Li Xunhuan, a master of throwing knives with exceptional eyesight, exclaimed, "It's the Five Poisons Child!"

The group left the inn and met Kui Rong, the Five Poison Boy:

He was short, like a child, wearing a short skirt that revealed a leg, and he didn't feel cold at all despite the freezing weather.

His head was small, but his eyes were as bright as lamps.

But at that moment, the lights went out in the sudden blizzard, and Li Xunhuan and the others realized that his body, from his chest to his side, had been completely dismembered, his internal organs scattered on the ground, and his blood flowing onto the ground, where poisonous insects were drinking it madly, but they died after drinking it.

They rushed forward one after another, like moths drawn to their own flame.

The Five Poison Child opened his jet-black lips, revealing a set of white teeth, and said:

"What...trick...is that?"

Murong Fu said calmly, "Invisible sword energy."

The Five Poisons Child murmured Murong Fu's words, then said earnestly, "I believe you killed the Eastern Ten Thousand Men."

Then his eyes went limp, like a blown-out lamp.

Master Xinmei, standing to the side, listened with trepidation, but still managed to say, "Sir..."

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But I didn't know how to say what came next.