Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

Li Qian took a step forward, his figure closing in like a ghost.

With his left hand, fingers hooked together, he suddenly gripped the old woman's shoulder.

The spiritual energy sank, penetrating deep into the muscles and bones.

There was a crisp cracking sound.

The old woman's right shoulder bone collapsed on the spot.

The large pair of scissors also tilted and fell to the ground with a clang.

The old woman's sinister smile froze instantly, then twisted violently.

It let out a sharp and piercing scream.

"what!"

Li Qian didn't stop, and with a knee strike, he hit her right in the lower abdomen.

The old woman's body immediately curled up, and she coughed up a mouthful of dark, turbid blood.

He staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against the edge of the stone gate, the pain making his eyes bulge out.

But she was no ordinary old woman.

Despite the excruciating pain, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

With a flick of his sleeve, several gray figures darted out.

Several tiny, white-eyed snakes, as thin as chopsticks, opened their mouths and lunged at Li Qian's face.

"cut."

He finished speaking.

The Soul-Devouring Sword flashed with dark light and swept diagonally across the sky.

It was during the simulation that the newly unlocked sword technique, the Spirit-Slaying Blade, was revealed.

The small snakes were still in mid-air when they seemed to be cut off simultaneously by invisible sharp lines, splitting into several pieces.

It continued to twitch after landing, and a foul-smelling, pungent yellowish-white liquid oozed from the broken end.

Upon seeing this, the old woman's expression finally changed.

"What kind of technique is this? How can one fly through the air on a sword?!"

She could tell that the young man in front of her was ruthless and precise in his attacks, and also possessed a mysterious martial art.

They were nothing like the ordinary martial artists he usually dealt with, and they weren't even as good as those in the Northern Border Demon Slayer Division.

Once such a person sets their mind to killing, they will not be fooled by a few words.

She immediately endured the excruciating pain of her shattered shoulder and hissed, "If you kill me, then the man outside died in vain! Whatever you ask, I'll answer..."

Li Qian swung his sword backhand.

The sword did not aim for her heart, but instead pierced the back of her left palm.

It pierced through the bones and tendons, pinning him firmly to the nearby wooden pillar.

A muffled thud.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The old woman's entire palm was nailed open, and her five fingers convulsed and trembled wildly.

Her screams changed tone.

"Ahhhhh!"

Li Qian stood in front of her, his voice still flat.

"Ask one more time."

"Where did the people who came in earlier go?"

The old woman trembled violently, her forehead a smear of cold sweat and blood, her lips still quivering as she fiercely pleaded, "You...you won't get away with this...even if this old woman dies, I will..."

Li Qian nodded.

"it is good."

The next moment, he raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers.

The old woman had three wounds, and at the same time, a stream of silvery-white water entered them, like an icy snake penetrating her bones and meandering along her meridians.

The old woman gritted her teeth and persevered.

Within moments, his entire face was completely distorted and deformed.

She let out a wailing sound that sounded inhuman, and her legs kicked wildly.

With her other hand, she desperately grabbed her chest, wishing she could dig out the thing that had crawled into her body right then and there.

"Say it... I'll say it... Stop... Stop it..."

Li Qian just stared at her coldly, "Speak, the faster you speak, the less torture you'll suffer."

The old woman, tears streaming down her face and panting like a broken bellows, stammered, "That...that person wasn't arrested by us..."

"It's from above... a letter came from above, they want to take a prisoner alive, they want to see... to see if they infiltrated through the trail..."

"The person...the person has been taken away..."

Li Qian's gaze darkened.

"Where to take it?"

The old woman opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to delay for another moment.

But when Li Qian twitched his fingertips slightly, the white stream within her body surged wildly.

The old woman convulsed, nearly fainting from the pain, but was then jolted awake by the agony.

At that moment, she disregarded everything else: "Black Swamp Ridge! Old Crow's Pass behind Black Swamp Ridge! It's there! It's there!"

"Who took it?"

"The people under Yamaba's command... and those in the city..."

"This old woman only takes care of pregnancy, delivery, and taking in patients. Nothing else... I really don't know anything else..."

Upon hearing the words "Mountain Granny," Li Qian knew that there was someone else behind it all.

This local temple is just one link in the chain.

The Liu family of Heixi County, the snake demon She Zhuyin, the underground shed, and even Xue Duan were killed.

There are clearly more experts behind this.

Seeing that he remained silent, the old woman thought she had finally escaped with a glimmer of hope and hurriedly pleaded, "I've told you everything... I've told you everything... Please spare my life, this old woman is willing to give you—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

The Soul-Devouring Sword had severed her neck.

The last glimmer of hope in the old woman's eyes suddenly froze.

Heads fell to the ground.

The wrinkled and horrified head rolled twice in the pool of blood before coming to a stop against the stone wall.

The headless corpse swayed twice, then collapsed to its knees with a thud.

The underground fell silent again.

Only the dripping water from the cracks in the stone and the sound of gushing blood seeping through remained.

Li Qian gripped the Soul-Devouring Sword, its dark light trembling slightly.

A ghastly green ghostly figure was torn from the corpse.

The old woman's soul form had not yet solidified into physical features.

His whole body was tightly bound by black energy, and he could not break free.

Li Qian couldn't figure out what made this old woman so arrogant.

But now we know.

"Was the one I chased after the only one who was taken away earlier?"

Soul Shadow's eyes were lifeless, his lips slightly parted, and he answered stiffly, "More than one."

"Who else?"

Soul Shadow answered haltingly, "We were investigating various cases before, but the news inexplicably went cold."

"Several people survived and are imprisoned in Old Crow's Hollow behind Black Swamp Ridge."

Xue Duanjing was not an isolated case.

After pondering the information for a moment, Li Qian asked, "What gave you the confidence to act that way earlier?"

Hun Ying said dullly: "Tonight... Shan Lao patrols the shed."

"What is a mountain hag patrolling the shed?" Li Qian frowned, a bad feeling creeping over him.

"The Mountain Woman lineage is skilled at raising snakes and insects, and enjoys hybrids of humans and demons. Mountain Women control many human settlements."

After listening, he twisted the hem of his clothes, lost in thought.

From the moment She Zhuyin died, the situation seemed to change.

That fleeting, insidious sense of being watched, like a maggot clinging to a bone, and that black line that always trailed behind me on the return journey.

And inside the inn, there's that scaleless, white-eyed, self-destructing monster snake.

Each link in the chain explains the same thing.

They've also been targeted by the other party.

Tonight is the time when the mountain hag patrols the sheds, and the other side will most likely make some unusual moves.

If you rush there now, there's still a chance you'll run into them.

If we arrive too late, once Black Swamp Ridge is cleaned up, the trail will likely go cold again.

Li Qian clasped his five fingers together.

The pale green ghostly figure was instantly pulled back into the sword by the black energy within the Soul-Devouring Sword.

Li Qian did not linger.

With a wave of his hand, the Soul-Devouring Sword entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

They turned and left the underground tunnel shed filled with the stench of water and soil.

The temple was deathly silent, the lingering power of the silencing talisman still present.

Even the sound of the wind breaking through the window seemed muffled.

Now we must head to Black Swamp Ridge to see if we can find the person behind it all.

Li Qian moved swiftly and silently slipped out of the dilapidated temple.

As the mountain slopes down, the trees grow denser and denser, their branches intertwining, their withered, ghostly hands clasping together in the moonlight to form a net.

Li Qian followed the path given by the old woman and hurried along.

The closer you get to Black Swamp Ridge, the stronger the demonic aura becomes.

After walking for a while, the terrain ahead suddenly dropped.