High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 76 Blood Curse Backlash! The Killer is Hiding in the Farm

Looking at the number "40000" flashing on the wrist terminal screen, Han Feng's total assets finally broke through the 40,000 mark.

In this wasteland where human life is worth less than a dog's, the contribution points in your account are the greatest source of confidence to survive.

This money is enough for him to purchase a batch of higher-grade spiritual materials to nourish the sword bone, and also to replace the "Grey Donkey's" spiritual energy core with a brand new flow array.

Zhang Hao walked over carrying a military-grade liquor flask and slammed the bottom of the aluminum flask heavily against the iron cylinder in front of Han Feng.

"Here's your reward for today's task. Hold on tight."

Zhang Hao sat down beside him, his gaze sweeping across the bustling square. "You did a great job on this deal. The gang really hit the jackpot with your knife-wielding technician."

In the open space in the center of the square, farm manager Lei Zhen strode onto a wooden crate with tracks for equipment.

This tough man raised the heavy, rough mechanical right arm high.

The dark red hydraulic rods gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster under the firelight, and the grinding sound of gears meshing was particularly clear at that moment.

"Brothers!"

Lei Zhen had a very loud voice, which easily drowned out the noise of the entire place. "This first cup is to those brothers who died in the wild!"

The second toast is to this damned world, our farm has survived another day unscathed! The third toast—"

Lei Zhen leveled the iron bowl in the robotic arm and tossed it towards Han Feng and Zhang Hao.

"Cheers to these young brothers from Donghai Martial Arts University! They saved our food supply this year! Cheers!"

Hundreds of people stood up in unison, raising the jars and kettles in their hands.

The pungent aroma of cheap liquor mingled with the smoky scent of roasted meat, spreading through the night air.

Everyone tilted their heads back and drank, laughing and cursing loudly, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

Someone's dead!

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly shattered the jubilation in the square.

The crowd instinctively parted to the sides, clearing a path.

A young member of the farm guard uniform scrambled into the bright light of the campfire.

He ran too fast and fell headfirst into a muddy puddle, his tactical helmet flying off his head. He lay on the ground trembling like a leaf.

"Stop howling! What's going on?!"

Wang Defa, the captain of the farm's security team, threw down his wine bowl, strode over, grabbed the young team member by the back of his collar, and lifted him up by the neck.

The young team member's eyes were glazed over, his face deathly pale, his teeth chattering wildly as he struggled to speak: "Money—Grandpa Money—Grandpa Money from Warehouse Number Three—is dead!"

Zhang Hao's hand holding the wine pot suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face instantly vanished.

"Let's go." Zhang Hao put down the wine jug, turned around and walked out.

Wang Meng reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the alloy battle axe leaning against the wooden table and following closely behind.

Han Feng turned off the terminal screen and followed quietly.

Before the crowd descended into complete chaos, the three headed straight for Warehouse No. 3, located on the western edge of the farm.

The cold night wind from the wasteland seeped in through the cracks in the farm's high walls, carrying with it an unusual, fishy smell.

Warehouse No. 3 is an old, semi-underground concrete building that is usually used to store discarded parts.

The heavy iron gate was half-closed, and there was no light inside.

Wang Meng walked at the front, raised his thick thigh, and kicked the iron gate open.

A strong, foul stench instantly assaulted my senses.

The smell was extremely pungent, like rotten internal organs that had been sitting for half a month, mixed with the smell of a lot of fermented rotten eggs.

Even a burly man like Wang Meng, who was used to seeing monster corpses and bloody battlefields, couldn't help but turn his head away and gag.

Without wasting words, Zhang Hao immediately turned on the high-tech tactical flashlight at his waist.

The blinding light tore through the darkness, sweeping straight into the deepest corner of the warehouse.

At the end of the beam of light, warehouse manager Grandpa Qian slumped between several rusty empty gasoline drums.

That can no longer be considered a normal corpse.

In just a few hours, a living person became completely dehydrated.

Grandpa Qian's sallow skin looked like a dried-out sac, tightly wrapped around his protruding bones.

His facial muscles had completely atrophied, his eyes were bulging, his jawbone was in an extremely exaggerated dislocated state, his mouth was wide open, and his face was frozen in the extreme terror he had experienced before his death.

The most shocking thing was his chest.

The thick, faded canvas work clothes were directly dissolved through by some substance.

Right in the middle of his chest cavity, a hole the size of a large bowl was clearly torn open.

The flesh around the cavity was an eerie purplish-black color. Not a drop of blood flowed out; instead, murky, viscous foam kept oozing out.

In the extremely quiet warehouse, you could even hear the faint corrosive sound of the foam bursting.

Han Feng stood beside Zhang Hao, his brows furrowed.

Without any hesitation, he activated his [Spiritual Vision] talent with a slight thought.

The appearance of the surrounding matter was instantly stripped away.

Under the high-dimensional energy vision, the entire warehouse appeared as a dark, gray outline.

Only on Grandpa Qian's dried corpse was an extremely cold and filthy dark red energy coiled around it.

Han Feng felt extremely uncomfortable with this energy.

It was filled with savagery and endless hunger, like a wolf that hadn't eaten for months, completely different from the demonic beasts it had killed in the wheat field during the day.

Although the energy of the monsters is violent, it is at least purely biological instinct.

This dark red energy was mixed with intense malice.

With his spiritual vision penetrating through, Han Feng saw clearly the true face of the empty hole in Grandpa Qian's chest.

That was not a typical penetrating wound at all.

There was a tiny energy vortex, about the size of a fist, swirling there.

The vortex continued to rotate slowly, constantly emitting a foul, polluted odor.

Han Feng decisively shut down his spiritual vision, forcibly cutting off this high-dimensional mental drain, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

"It wasn't done by a demonic beast."

Han Feng spoke with certainty, pointing to the bubbling wound, "The residual energy fluctuations in the wound are extremely chaotic and highly polluting."

Ordinary demonic beasts hunt to fill their bellies, but this thing is purely designed to completely drain a person.

Zhang Hao squatted a meter away from the corpse, not reaching out to touch the purplish-black foam, his face extremely pale.

"Blood Feeding Cult," Zhang Hao uttered three words.

Upon hearing this name, Wang Meng, standing nearby, clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white as he gripped the battle axe. "Those reckless lunatics on the Gaia Alliance's wanted list? How did they manage to sneak onto our farm?"

"It can't be wrong."

Zhang Hao stood up and pointed his flashlight at the dried corpse. "These evil people don't follow a normal martial arts system at all. They use their blood essence and soul to feed a parasitic entity from another dimension called 'Blood Gu.'"

Zhang Hao looked around, his voice low and echoing in the empty warehouse: "This kind of blood gu can bring the host terrifying power far exceeding that of the same level, but the price is that it is a bottomless pit that can never be filled."

It needs to constantly absorb the essence of blood and qi from high-level martial artists or high-level demonic beasts to maintain its vitality.

"Look at that purplish-black hole in his chest."

Zhang Hao said coldly, "This is called Blood Gu backlash."

This means that the murderer hiding in the shadows has reached his limit of hunger, and his blood worms are on the verge of going out of control.

Han Feng's gaze sharpened: "In other words, because the murderer has been unable to find high-quality martial artist blood and qi as nourishment for a long time, the blood gu has begun to backfire on him."

"Would he have preyed on ordinary people like Grandpa Qian, who had no cultivation, simply to save his own life?"

"right."

Zhang Hao nodded, "The old man's blood is so thick that it wouldn't even be enough to fill the gap between the Gu worm's teeth."

The killer now is like a rabid dog driven mad by hunger.

The sound of hurried footsteps and the clanging of armored vehicles could be heard outside the warehouse.

Lei Zhen, carrying the large-caliber hand cannon, arrived at the scene with Wang Defa and a team of fully armed retired veterans.

The bright light shone on the dried corpse, and the scar on Lei Zhen's face twitched violently.

This man had roamed the wasteland for many years and could see through the trick at a glance.

"The masterpiece of the Blood Gu."

Lei Zhen gritted his teeth, the gears in the mechanical right arm spinning rapidly, "Check! Check tonight's duty log immediately!"

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Wang Defa's face turned deathly pale, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and he suddenly realized something even more terrifying.

"Manager————"

Wang Defa swallowed hard, his voice trembling, his hands and feet icy cold. "No need to investigate anymore—"

Lei Zhen whirled around and glared at him: "What do you mean?"

"To prevent high-level monsters from attacking the wheat fields, the farm's defense level was raised to the highest level this afternoon."

Wang Defa quickly summarized the facts: "The high-voltage electric grid rune array on the outer wall is on all day, and all entrances and exits are locked."

Each gate tower is equipped with psionic sentry cannons for bio-thermal monitoring.

Looking at everyone present, Wang Defa uttered a chilling conclusion: "From this afternoon until now, not a single alarm has sounded."

"Not even a hairy fly could get out, let alone a living person!"

The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.

The howling wind outside the warehouse door couldn't mask the increasingly heavy breathing of the crowd.

Zhang Hao's expression finally changed completely.

He suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Han Feng and Wang Meng, a hint of extreme vigilance flashing in his eyes.

"Captain Wang is right. The murderer never left the farm."

Zhang Hao drew a standard alloy longsword from his back, its blade reflecting a cold light.

Zhang Hao lowered his voice and said, enunciating each word clearly, "That monster who possesses the out-of-control blood curse is right here among these hundred or so people. And—"

Zhang Hao paused for a moment, his gaze turning to the brightly lit and bustling bonfire square outside.

"Since the Blood Gu is already starving."

Therefore, its next prey will definitely not be an ordinary person.

Zhang Hao turned to look at Han Feng, "In this closed farm, the group with the most vigor and vitality right now is our group."