Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 270 Spider Egg

"Transformation?"

"That trick won't work anymore, bro."

Chen Mo's lips curled slightly as he coldly watched the two struggling in the waterspout.

Before he finished speaking, Joseph had already torn open his robe.

The moment the dark fabric ripped apart, his body began to swell rapidly, with layers of gray-black armor extending outward from his chest cavity.

Eight long, segmented legs extend from its back, their ends sharp like spears and covered with fine down.

Only the head still resembled a human.

With a pale face, brown hair, and stiff features embedded in the spider's body, it had an extremely absurd and distorted appearance.

At the same time, Margaret also became a complete outsider.

She was even more thoroughly alienated than Joseph, with dark red patterns covering her eight legs.

Its body was a whole size larger than Joseph's, and even its head had transformed into a non-human shape.

The once dignified face split in the middle, the features shifted and reorganized in the process, and the pupils became dense compound eye units.

The mouth is split into a pair of huge chelicerae, which curve inward and have sharp, hook-like ends.

"You think this water can hold us back?"

"A divinely bestowed body is beyond the comprehension of you mortals!"

Their voices became hoarse, a mixture of human voices and insect chirps.

Joseph roared, his body surging with crimson light.

With all eight spider legs exerting force simultaneously, they slowly pried open a sliver of a gap under the pressure of the water wall.

Margaret didn't speak, but the dark red patterns had already spread from her leg armor to her torso, beginning to emit a dim light.

"interesting."

Chen Mo slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide, and the Yellow Spring True Water gathered in his dantian trembled slightly.

He had only mastered the first level of the "True Method of Controlling Water in the Yellow Springs," but it was enough to deal with the two foreigners in front of him.

boom!

The waterspout, which was originally only slightly black, quickly turned darker, becoming as black as ink.

The black water churned, and countless distorted faces, men and women, young and old, surfaced in it.

Every face was filled with deep resentment.

This is the true water of the Yellow Springs.

The chilling darkness that the living should not touch.

Inside the water wall, Joseph was the first to notice something was wrong.

The dark red defensive shield began to flicker violently, clearly unable to hold up.

"That's impossible!"

He roared, his eight legs flailing wildly, trying to tear through the water walls and break free.

The moment the toes touched the black water wall, the carapace emitted a piercing hissing sound.

The segments, as hard as iron, were visibly corroded and dissolved.

"Ah~~~!"

Joseph screamed as his eight legs suddenly retracted.

The once sharp end was now broken and incomplete, the cut not filled with blood, but with a dead ashes.

"Joseph, this isn't ordinary water!"

"Of course I know!"

He gritted his teeth, and a blood-red vertical line suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

A dark red eyeball bulged out from inside; the cephalic anus was a deformed rhombus shape, surrounded by purple blood vessels.

The Eye of God.

This is the outward manifestation of the divine gift within him, and also his trump card.

A purplish-black light surged from the pupils, transforming into a beam of light that shot towards the water wall.

Wherever the light passed, the water walls began to solidify and freeze, and the black film on the surface was covered by a layer of purplish-red crystals, temporarily halting the rate of erosion.

Before Joseph and his companion could even catch their breath, fine cracks appeared on the purplish-red crystal layer.

Under their horrified gazes, the cracks rapidly spread outwards.

With a piercing cracking sound, black liquid seeped out from the cracks and spread over the surface of the crystal layer.

The frozen water walls began to flow again, faster and more violently than before.

"No.

Before Joseph could finish his roar, the black waves had already broken through the crystal layer and slammed hard onto the dark red light shield he had erected.

The light shield trembled violently, and purplish-black blood vessels bulged from the divine eye between the eyebrows, causing the diamond-shaped pupil to contract sharply.

Margaret's situation was even worse; the dark red patterns began to fade, and the light of the totem was gradually eroded by the Yellow Springs Water.

Chen Mo stood not far away, his hands pressed down in a gesture that remained perfectly still.

Controlling this drop of Yellow Spring True Water was not easy for him.

Each activation consumes a large amount of mental energy and true qi.

If this continues, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for much longer.

We must act quickly.

"Press!"

He gave a low shout and slammed his hands together.

The two waterspouts suddenly contracted, shrinking from a diameter of several feet to less than one foot.

Joseph and Margaret were squeezed in the middle, back to back, their defensive aura dimmed to almost invisible.

The moment the black liquid touched the carapace, both of them let out a piercing scream.

The Yellow Springs True Water began to erode their bodies.

The outer shell melted immediately upon contact with the black water, and the flesh inside quickly dried up.

Joseph's human face was bloodshot, and his eyes bulged out.

He could feel his life being peeled away layer by layer.

"God... will not let you get away with this."

"Then I'll wait."

Chen Mo's eyes turned cold, and his previously gesticulated right hand clenched tightly, causing the waterspout to retract once more.

The swirling water condensed into a jet-black beam of light, completely engulfing the two of them.

"what!"

"Ah~!"

After the screams, there was only deathly silence; the two showed no further signs of struggling.

The sea breeze howled past, stirring up dust from the saline-alkali land.

On the open ground, only the gurgling sound of the swirling water remained.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly.

In just a short while, the Yellow Spring True Water seed in his dantian, which was originally the size of a mung bean, had shrunk to the size of a grain of rice.

"Is the damage that severe?"

He frowned and released his right hand, causing the water jet to suddenly disintegrate.

The dark waves spread out in all directions, and water droplets scattered and fell into the weeds.

Before Chen Mo could retract his right hand, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

Within those dissipating water droplets, there was a faint connection, linking them to the Yellow Spring True Seed deep within the dantian.

Can it be taken back?

He subconsciously clenched his fists and began to circulate the "Yellow Springs Water Control True Method".

The scattered water droplets paused.

In mid-air, thousands of black water droplets exploded simultaneously, turning into a thick black mist that suddenly rolled back towards Chen Mo.

Amidst the whistling wind, the black mist condensed into a thin line of water, which seeped into his right palm.

It was icy cold.

The moment the water line entered his body, Chen Mo shuddered.

Inside the dantian, the pitch-black water droplets reformed.

The color was deeper than before, and as the light shimmered, one could faintly see fine, hair-like silver lines moving inside the water droplets.

Its size has increased dramatically from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a little fingernail.

He closed his eyes and felt the changes in the drop of true water in his dantian.

It's heavier and colder now.

The weight had more than doubled, and the chilling aura continued to seep outwards from the dantian.

It spreads along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

He did not feel uncomfortable; on the contrary, he felt that every inch of his flesh and blood was relaxed and stretched.

Is this... devouring?

Corrode everything to strengthen itself?

Why isn't this part included in the cultivation method?

Chen Mo raised his right hand, and with a slight thought, the true water in his dantian trembled gently.

This time, he didn't even need to consciously circulate his cultivation technique; a wisp of black mist seeped out from his palm on its own, more than twice as solid as before.

Water vapor swirled between his fingers, like a living black snake, nimbly slithering and coiling.

It was as smooth as an arm or fingers, without the slightest hesitation.

He was silent for a moment, then a slow smile appeared on his lips.

This ability likely arose after the Moon Essence Treasure Mirror was optimized.

Unexpectedly, it not only optimized the path of the cultivation technique, but also altered the nature of the Yellow Spring True Water.

"sharp."

Chen Mo withdrew his right hand and turned his gaze back to where the two had been standing.

The Yellow Spring True Water's erosion was so thorough that both Joseph and the other's physical bodies were completely dissolved and turned into nothingness.

Two fist-sized spheres were half-buried among the rubble.

The sphere is dark purple all over, and its surface is covered with ring-shaped patterns.

He took a few steps closer, squatted down, and began to examine the area.

These two spheres resemble some kind of cocoon, or perhaps eggs.

The eggshell is translucent, and you can vaguely see a murky purplish-black mass curled up inside, with its segmented outline barely visible, not yet fully formed.

If I'm not mistaken, these should be the spider eggs residing inside the two people's bodies.

Chen Mo was somewhat surprised. The two of them hadn't even left any bone fragments, but the two eggs remained intact.

How could it withstand the erosion of the Yellow Springs True Water?

He observed for a while and, seeing that there was nothing unusual about the two objects, reached out and touched one of them with his fingertips.

It feels cool to the touch, and the eggshell is slightly hardened.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, an uncontrollable urge suddenly surged through his body.

It wasn't a thought that popped into my head, but an instinctive reaction from the depths of my flesh and blood.

Eat it.

Saliva was flowing uncontrollably, my teeth were itching, and every inch of my body was yearning for something.

He had experienced this feeling once before.

He had felt that longing when he first encountered that divine molt.

Now, the same feeling is back.

Chen Mo's pupils dilated slightly, his fingers froze on the eggshell, and he could clearly feel the coolness coming from under the hard outer shell.

The flesh and blood are excited.

It was as if these two dead eggs were originally part of it, and should have been taken back by it.

He gritted his teeth and put the two eggs back into his storage space.

"It's this dish again. Even if we want to eat it, we shouldn't do it now."

He took a deep breath, stood up, and quickly scanned his surroundings.

Dusk had fallen over the wasteland, and the last vestiges of gray-blue on the distant sea were fading away, with a few faint, cold stars visible on the horizon.

There was no one around, only the sounds of the wind and the waves echoing in the air.

The withered grass on the saline-alkali ground rustled in the wind, and there wasn't a soul in sight among the pebbles.

Joseph and Margaret's traces were completely wiped away by the Yellow Spring True Water, leaving not even a trace.

Chen Mo summoned Ying Kui to patrol the area, confirming there were no signs of being followed or spying before leaving.

Instead of returning along the dirt road he had come from, he took a detour, crossed the saline-alkali land, and entered the small road on the outskirts of Jinshi from the other side.

As dusk settled, the streets were nearly deserted, with only one or two peddlers hurrying by carrying loads on their shoulders, and no one giving them a second glance.

Upon entering the city, Chen Mo did not go straight home. Instead, he found an inconspicuous noodle stall on the street, ordered a bowl of plain noodles, and added a poached egg.

The noodle stall was small, with a low shed and a dim oil lamp.

The owner was a hunched old man who didn't like to talk. After cooking the noodles, he would retreat to a corner to smoke his pipe.

Chen Mo sat on the bench, picking up a noodle and eating it slowly.

The noodle soup is piping hot, with scallions floating on top, and the yolk of the poached egg is half-cooked, oozing out golden juice when poked.

In fact, after the condensation of evil spirits, his dependence on the mortal needs of eating, drinking and sleeping has been greatly reduced.

Having been tempered by the evil energy, the body's internal organs are no longer what they used to be.

Even if you don't eat or drink for three to five days, you won't feel anything unusual about your body.

Eating is no longer a necessity for survival, but more like a habit.

Or rather, it's a way to remind him that he is still an individual.

But he still wanted to eat this bowl of noodles.

It's not because I'm hungry, but because when I have something on my mind, hot soup or water always makes me feel more at ease.

After finishing the noodles, Chen Mo drank all the soup before putting down the bowl and tossing a few copper coins on the table.

By this time, it was completely dark, but the clouds were a bit thick tonight, obscuring the red moon that usually hung in the sky.

Without moonlight, the streets of Jinshi were illuminated only by the streetlights along the roadside, their orange glow spreading out in patches to illuminate the thin layer of dampness on the road.

Chen Mo walked to the intersection and hailed a rickshaw.

The driver was a man in his thirties with a dark complexion and two dirty white arm sleeves.

Seeing a customer, he quickly put down the handlebars. "Where are you going, sir?"

"East Street Intersection"

"Okay, sit tight."

The driver bowed, grabbed the handlebars, and sped off.

The metal wheels rolled over the road, making a rumbling sound, slow and steady, with a somewhat hypnotic quality.

Chen Mo leaned back in the car seat, squinting at the street scenes on both sides.

Most of the shops along the roadside were closed, with only a few still having their lights on.

A shop assistant in a silk shop was installing door panels, one by one, into the door frame, making a clanging sound.

The entrance to this shop is the same as the one on their funeral street.

Chen Mo stared at it for a couple of seconds, and the image of that street in Linhe County inexplicably flashed through his mind.

The driver was clearly very familiar with the area, taking the most winding and convenient routes.

"Sir, we've reached the intersection of East Street."

"Um.

""

Chen Mo casually responded and sat up straight.

Sure enough, after passing two more intersections, the rickshaw stopped in front of a small villa facing the street.

Chen Mo jumped off the car, took out a few copper coins from his pocket, and handed them over.

After the sun sets, the entire Willow Leaf Lane is deserted.

There was only a small patch of light under the streetlights, no bigger than the palm of your hand.

He scanned the surroundings with his divine sense and, seeing no tails, turned and walked home.

The furnishings inside were the same as before, but it was obvious that the room had just been cleaned.

Zhou Nian must have come in this afternoon.

Chen Mo glanced at it and went straight upstairs to his room.

After setting up the early warning array, he took out two items and placed them side by side on the bed.

On the left are the two dead eggs obtained earlier, their patterns flickering under the light.

The one on the right is the heart of the possessed evil spirit that was previously found in the mine.

I don't know if it's because it's been sitting for too long, but the dark red color on the surface of the heart has faded considerably, making it look like a stone.

Which side should be merged first?