Evil Immortal!

Thinking of this, Meng Yuan was terrified and threw the paper package in his hand backward without hesitation.

The Painted Skin Ghost is a genuine second-tier evil spirit, comparable to a primordial martial artist or a primordial cultivator of the immortal path. It is simply beyond his ability to deal with.

Even though he had already advanced to the second level of the "Black Pig Gluttony Technique," it was still the same.

The woman was about to reach out and grab Meng Yuan's back, intending to tear him out of his heart, when the paper package came flying at her, shattering instantly and scattering the incense ash inside.

When the incense ash came into contact with the woman, it was like water droplets being poured into a pot of oil, causing it to boil instantly and produce large amounts of sparks and black smoke.

"ah--"

As black and red light continued to erupt from her body, the woman screamed in agony, seemingly in extreme pain. Her voice was sharp and piercing, making Meng Yuan's eardrums ache.

A series of red normal damage values, "-19", "-16", and "-21", appeared above its head.

Fortunately, the woman was stopped by the incense ash.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Meng Yuan fled far away, running away without looking back.

Two burly, bulky figures suddenly appeared not far away. They were Huang Qing and Qiu Changshan. Each of them had a talisman on their body. The talisman flashed for a moment and then turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.

The invisibility talisman is a treasure bestowed by the Demon Suppression Division.

"Incense ash..."

Seeing that the Painted Skin Ghost was blocked by Meng Yuan, Huang Qing and the other man were somewhat surprised, but they did not slow down at all and rushed over without hesitation to fight the Painted Skin Ghost.

"Damn it... I'm going to kill you all!!!"

Although the painted skin demon was injured, it was instead enraged. It moved with incredible speed, its claws swinging rapidly like spinning wheels, making a hissing sound.

Huang Qing wielded a broad-backed axe. The heavy axe felt as light as a straw in his hands, yet its power was not to be underestimated. It was truly a case of injury if grazed and death if touched.

Qiu Changshan was not to be outdone, wielding a bronze staff as swiftly as a tiger.

The two people and the ghost fought for only a short while before the painted-skin ghost was hit by an axe, its belly was split open, revealing its shriveled and withered internal organs, which were as dry as rotten wood, and its blood was dark red and black.

Such injuries would be fatal to a living person, but they meant nothing to the Painted Skin Demon. Instead, it went even crazier, its long, sharp claws leaving marks on the iron axe and bronze rod.

"It turns out that this painted-skin ghost was a woman in her previous life, and she was quite good-looking... just a bit old."

Meng Yuan hid in the distance, watching with great interest as the Painted Skin Ghost fought madly with Huang Qing and the other man, but he showed no intention of stepping forward to help.

Just kidding, he's just a nobody, he can't withstand a single claw from the Painted Skin Demon.

Moreover, he has already completed his task; now it's up to Huang Qing and Qiu Changshan to perform.

Huang Qing, as the head of the river patrol team, had held this position for many years and his strength was not to be underestimated. His broad-backed iron axe flew about with great skill and technique. In just a few moves, he smashed the chest cavity of the painted skin ghost with the back of the axe. The bones cracked and popped, making Meng Yuan's teeth ache.

In contrast, Qiu Changshan, who played support, was completely useless. He was just harassing from the sidelines and playing a passive role. He was overly cautious, which made Meng Yuan grin and curse him as a waste of his fat body.

"You will all...die!!!"

Perhaps sensing an unprecedented crisis of death, the Painted Skin Demon panicked. Instead of fleeing, it let out a shriek, and its iron-blue claws emitted a dense aura of yin energy, spitting out sharp black light.

With a swift movement of his claws, Huang Qing sliced ​​the broad-backed iron axe, forged from refined iron, into pieces as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Huang Qing was startled. His huge, fat body retreated as nimbly as an old rabbit, barely managing to dodge the attack. However, several thin, long cuts were still made on his belly, and the wounds quickly turned black and smelled foul.

However, Qiu Changshan sensed an opportunity. At this moment, the painted skin ghost's aura suddenly dropped, and the yin energy on its claws receded, indicating that it was seriously injured and had consumed too much energy.

He swung the copper rod in his hand with a combination of softness and strength, and with a thud, the painted skin ghost's head, which was as hard as wrought iron, was dented.

"Oh......"

Seeing this, Qiu Changshan pressed his advantage, and with a flick of his long stick, he tried to smash the painted skin ghost's head.

The painted skin demon was in the form of a middle-aged woman, but at this moment it was covered in blood, had a ferocious face, and its head was sunken in. It had no beauty to speak of, but was instead extremely terrifying.

"Even if I'm injured, I'm not someone a mere martial artist like you can kill!"

The middle-aged woman neither retreated nor dodged, but simply turned her head to avoid her head, a vulnerable spot, allowing Qiu Changshan to strike her shoulder, breaking her tendons and bones.

Then, it took a step forward and swept its other claw diagonally across, slicing off a large chunk of flesh from Qiu Changshan's stomach.

The flesh fell to the ground, covered in yellowish grease, and in the blink of an eye, it quickly turned black, smelled foul, and became a piece of rotten flesh.

Qiu Changshan screamed and hurriedly retreated.

If he weren't so fat, that claw would have been enough to rip him open!

Even so, he is now seriously injured.

The flesh that was cut off was nothing, it was only a few pounds, the key was the corpse poison on the Painted Skin Ghost Claw, which was now spreading rapidly along the wound.

Qiu Changshan quickly took out an antidote pill, swallowed one, and crushed another to sprinkle on the wound, which barely managed to stop the spread of the corpse poison.

However, he was indeed poisoned by the corpse, his whole body was weak and powerless, and he was sweating profusely, clearly no longer able to fight.

Huang Qing, on the other side, was not faring much better. Although his injuries had been contained and were slightly less severe than Qiu Changshan's, they were not much better.

As for the Painted Skin Ghost, his injuries were too severe, and he was swaying and unsteady on his feet, but he still did not intend to let the others go.

They were about to rush forward and kill them all.

At this moment, Meng Yuan leaped forward and slashed the painted-skin ghost's neck with his long sword.

The blade gleamed with a faint golden light, easily leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound, severing half of the painted-skin demon's neck.

"You're asking for it!"

Enraged, the painted-skin demon let out a mournful howl and swung its claws, the sharp claws wrapped in gray-black yin energy, emitting a mournful sound.

"cut!"

Meng Yuan exhaled and slashed with all his might, landing on the Painted Skin Demon's claws.

clang!

It felt as if he had struck an iron ingot; his palm was throbbing and numb, but he managed to block the opponent's claw.

The next moment, Meng Yuan flipped his hand and threw out another paper package.

As the incense ash fell and came into contact with the painted-skin ghost, sparks of fire and black smoke erupted. The painted-skin ghost screamed in agony, its whole body trembling violently.

At that moment, a long knife pierced through its eye socket and shredded its brain.

A black fatal damage value of "-492!" popped up above the Painted Skin Demon's head.

Ding!

[You have killed the Painted Skin Demon, experience +180!]

......

Ding!

[You have completed the "Use Yourself as Bait" mission and have gained 500 experience points!]

"Finally dead."

Meng Yuan let out a long breath, pulled out the long sword, and with a soft "plop," the tip of the sword was stained with blackish-red blood, corroded and uneven, pitted and cratered, clearly ruined.

"What a pity."

Meng Yuan shook his head slightly. Although this knife was just a knock-off version of a magic weapon, it was still quite easy to use.

Not far behind, Qiu Changshan stared at Meng Yuan's back, his eyes gleaming, eager to take this opportunity to give Meng Yuan a wake-up call.

but......